You have the ability to spread rumors, and you have the ability to make fake plays for real.

"Meow~~" A black cat crawled out from under the table. It doesn't look young anymore, its eyes don't have the curiosity of a kitten, its long whiskers tremble, and it rubs against the trouser legs of the person in front of it.

"Huh la la," the cat food was poured from the measuring cup into the cat bowl, and the black cat immediately put it on the trouser leg in front of him and ran to eat.

"Tsk," Mo Xu stretched out his hand and scratched the black cat's chin, and the cat responded with a guttural grunt.

Zhao Zhiyu walked in from the outside, holding a newly customized suit in his hand.

Mo Xu rolled his eyes and said coldly: "It's not that there is Mo You, I must go."

Zhao Zhiyu swallowed his saliva: "This shows that the master thinks highly of you."

"Throw away useless cats and dogs, and suddenly a cat, cat and dog crawls back by itself, what will you do?"

Zhao Zhiyu didn't know what Mo Xu meant by saying this suddenly, "This..."

"It's like teasing cats and dogs. It's just for fun. It may be useful, but it's not too much." Mo Xu's mouth slightly raised, but there was no smile in his words.

"What are you talking about..." Zhao Zhiyu didn't know what to say, and said with difficulty: "Then are you still going tonight?"

Mo Xu got up, glanced at the suit in his hand, and asked suddenly: "I remember you said that this time the chamber of commerce, the bosses of all the commercial firms in Haicheng will go."

"Yes, I will go. Those who can be called names, maybe you can find someone you can use?"

"People who are useful? That's not necessary. Go, the more people there are, the more chaotic the place will be. I'm afraid that if there are fewer people, I won't be able to enjoy myself." Mo Xu buttoned up his cuffs, and suddenly raised his eyes: "Did you deliver the things I asked you to deliver?" ?”

Zhao Zhiyu was afraid of Mo Xu. When Mo Xu returned to China this time, his personality changed drastically. When he went to pick up the plane, he almost didn't dare to admit it.

When Mo Xu was a child, his personality was clear and indifferent. He was as old as himself but always cared for others. His eyes were clear and indifferent when he saw others.

It was raining when Mo Xu returned to China that day. When Zhao Zhiyu looked back from the rearview mirror of the car, he met a gloomy and pitiful look. In the winter, Zhao Zhiyu seemed to be poured with ice water. There was no breath in the car.

Zhao Zhiyu replied: "It's delivered, I saw that Master Zhan's book boy accepted it, and then I left."

He thought for a while and then said: "When I went, I happened to see people from the Chamber of Commerce sending invitations to Zhan's house, but Master Zhan seems to be ill, and I don't know if he will go tonight."

Mo Xu buttoned the open white shirt little by little, his pale fingers paused, and he frowned.

Thinking of the person I saw yesterday, the pale and delicate face reveals a trace of unhealthiness, and the heavy coat can still imagine his body hidden under the clothes from his thin neck...

When the slender knuckles holding the tea trembled slightly, the body was still shaking slightly.

I thought it was because I changed from a cold environment to indoors. Thinking about it this way, I probably really got sick.

Mo Xu's eyes were darkened, Zhao Zhiyu didn't dare to say anything, he just thought that Mo Xu should be angry at the thought of those rumors.

Zhao Zhiyu blamed himself for talking too much.

"Prepare the car," Mo Xu put on his suit and black windbreaker jacket, buttoned his watch and went out.

On winter nights, there are almost no pedestrians on the road, and the road is unimpeded for vehicles, and it takes less than a quarter of an hour to arrive at the venue.

Many cars had already parked outside the door, and a group of businessmen were standing outside the door.

Mo Xu came in from the main entrance with Zhao Zhiyu by his side. Zhao Zhiyu is now his secretary and has graduated from a serious university.

The second youngest of the Mo family has only been back for two or three days, and all the forces are quite curious about him. As soon as he entered the door, their eyes turned to focus on him, wanting to find out.

Most of the banquets are businessmen and dancers, pushing glasses and changing dishes, presenting a scene of extravagance, Mo Xu is too lazy to socialize, and sits on a sofa with a blank expression on his face.

Someone actually came up to say hello to Mo Xu, came and went, and clinked glasses with more than a dozen people.

Zhao Zhiyu observed, and Mo Xu's mood is still very stable now.

The heating in the room was too high, and it was a bit stuffy. Mo Xu loosened his tie, got up and scanned the venue, but he didn't find what he was looking for, so he turned and walked out.

The corridor was not isolated from the outside, the cold air invaded, the body felt cold and the muscles tensed, Mo Xu liked this feeling.

Just like those days abroad, only when you feel uncomfortable can you be profound and remember it in your heart.

The good things are fleeting, and the only thing left is some tormenting thoughts.

Going further outside is the balcony on the second floor.

Many people came out on the balcony to breathe.

Mo Xu frowned, and a conversation sounded in his ear.

"I heard that Mo Xu is here today."

"I heard that the young master of the Zhan family also said he would come."

"There's a good show to watch."

"The young master of the Zhan family is indeed good-looking. I've seen him before. He looks like a big girl who came out of a pictorial. She looks so tender, tsk tsk."

The man smoking the cigarette said: "I think he is a natural charmer. His mother was also a well-known courtesan in Haicheng row, but she married an honest man early on, and the son looks like his mother. Toying."

Another person held a glass of wine in his hand and said, "I'm curious when you say that. What do you think can be between a man and a man?"

The man with a cigarette: "I don't know, when they get tired of playing, can they get them here and let's have a try..."

He said again: "Hahaha, Li Ye and the others are rushing to spend a lot of money, isn't this feeling ecstasy?"

Just as the two lit another cigarette and were laughing and laughing, a deep voice suddenly came from behind, "Oh? Want to try?"

The two who were chatting were startled, they turned their heads and saw a man coming out from the shadows.

The man was so frightened that he dropped the cigarette in his hand.

There was an electric wire on the balcony, the light was a bit dim, and the light from behind made it difficult to see his face clearly.

"What's wrong?" The man's hands trembled, and the ash fell.

Mo Xu pursed his lips and looked like he was smiling, but he was so gloomy and scary, "I ask you, do you want to try it?"

"Yeah, why, are you interested too?"

Mo Xu's eyes were deep, and there was a hint of excitement in his voice, and he said coldly, "I can let you experience it."

The man swallowed, feeling that the atmosphere was not right. Mo Xu was tall and approached step by step, covering a large area of ​​light.

"Well, uh, who is your Excellency?"

Mo Xu's eyes were full of hostility, with hints of madness.

Zhao Zhiyu followed in from behind, was startled when he saw Mo Xu like this, and stopped at the entrance of the balcony.

Mo Xu laughed in a low voice with no warmth in his voice: "I'll just ask you if you want it or not."

The man didn't dare to speak, he sensed something was wrong, and the people standing beside him saw Mo Xu approaching, and recognized him because they had gone to the same school.

"You are...you are Mo Xu!"

Mo Xu walked forward, and the two of them took a step back, their tall bodies carrying a strong sense of oppression.

"No, no, let's just make a joke, we're not interested in men!" The man thought of yesterday's incident that the little ruffian who told the rumor was beaten and seriously injured, so nervous that he almost slipped.

He acts perversely and doesn't play cards according to common sense. I heard that he has bought a lot of properties overseas, and no one wants to touch his bad luck.

Another stammered: "Yes, yes, Second Young Master Mo, let's just make a joke..."

Mo Xu ignored what they said, only felt that his reason was a little out of control, and asked persistently, "I'll just ask you, do you want it?!"

The two were scared silent by his appearance.

Mo Xu's expression changed suddenly, and he smiled, his thick white teeth looked so terrifying.

"I, Mo Xu, just returned to China, and I didn't bring any presents for you all. This small request can be satisfied."

A person sprang out from nowhere, and then blindfolded, covering the mouth of the man with a cigarette, almost in a breath, the man was dragged into the darkness.

Mo Xu lowered his head, took out a pen from his pocket, fluttered it in his hand, and laughed softly.

The man with the wine in his hand was frightened to death by Mo Xu's appearance, the wine glass in his hand fell and smashed to pieces on the ground, and the smell of wine filled the air.

The snow was falling more and more heavily. Under the dim light, Mo Xu's slender figure was leaning on the railing, like a cold and sad oil painting.

The person who dropped the wine glass did not dare to go around Mo Xu, and Mo Xu ignored him, but this position blocked him in a corner of the railing.

Within ten minutes, the snow had grown from the size of a fingernail to the size of a thumb, and within a short time, the already frozen road had been paved.

This scene, this snow.

Time seems to stop at this moment, with snowflakes flying all over the sky and empty streets, this world is very quiet, if only it had been so quiet.

In a daze, Mo Xu returned to the time when he first met Zhan Ziran when he was in college.

In an instant, many pictures came back to his mind.

Zhang's smiling face blooming under the warm winter sun seems to be right in front of his eyes...

……

At that time, Mo Xu was still an illegitimate child who was bullied and had no friends.

On that winter day, I welcomed my first friend.

Zhan Ziran, sitting next to him,

Zhan Ziran's skin was white, and he smiled so brightly, he said: "I drank too much that night, brother Mo, don't blame me."

It was only then that Mo Xu remembered that it was Zhan Ziran who the "Dengtuzi" he met in the Mo family's main house recognized him as a woman.

It was too dark that day, and he couldn't see it clearly.

Mo Xu turned his head, stared at him with dark eyes, and said softly, "It's okay."

Zhan Ziran said again: "Since you are already in the same class, why don't you drop by after school?"

At that time, Mo Xu's voice was not as low as it is now, he said: "I usually don't live in Mo's house."

"Then where do you live?" Zhan Ziran continued to ask.

Mo Xu reported a place name, and Zhan Ziran slapped the table: "It's not a coincidence, we'll be on the way."

Mo Xu was stunned for a while and said nothing, but Zhan Ziran pestered him to chat.

It was very annoying, Mo Xu only felt that this person was very noisy, so after class, Mo Xu bypassed everyone and went home alone.

But something happened.

Mo Xu was surrounded by people.

Mo Xu's face was expressionless, this is what happens often, these people are just to humiliate him, it's fine if he doesn't reply.

At that time, Mo Xu was still young, so he never expected that this group of people had other ideas.

When Mo Xu's chin was lifted, he didn't really feel anything, but when the other party kept making fun of him with obscene words, Mo Xu had a terrible thought in his heart.

Fingertips touched the sharpness in the pocket.

That is a pencil sharpener.

Zhan Ziran lent it to him.

The pencil sharpener was already in his hand, Mo Xu closed his eyes, his mind was full of the image of the blade scraping his neck and blood gushing out.

A clear voice interrupted his movements.

Not far away, Zhan Ziran shouted: "Mo Xu! I'll find you soon!"

Kui Zhan Ziran had sharp eyes, and Mo Xu was small and surrounded by people, so it was hard to spot him.

"What are you doing?" Zhan Ziran squinted his eyes, and he could tell what happened, bullying his deskmate!

"It's not Master Zhan. We didn't do anything, so let's talk to Mo Xu, talk, right?" Several people echoed and dispersed.

Mo Xu leaned against the wall, his clothes were in a mess, he lowered his head and said nothing, his hair covered the corners of his eyes, hiding his beautiful eyes.

Zhan Ziran frowned and walked over: "Why didn't you wait for me?"

Mo Xu said coldly, "Didn't you get along with them?"

"Do you think I'm such a person? What happened to you by them? Robbed of money?" Zhan Ziran was dissatisfied, he was a good person through and through.

Mo Xu looked up at Zhan Ziran's eyes, Zhan Ziran's bright eyes were pure and pure.

He slowly straightened his clothes, and said in a calm voice, "How did you find me?"

Zhan Ziran said at that time: "You were born with such thin skin and tender flesh, and your appearance is a hundred times better than others. I saw it right away. From now on, we will all get up and go home."

While talking, it suddenly snowed. Zhan Ziran reached out and caught a piece of snow, exclaiming: "Wow, it's snowing heavily, let's go, go home, I want to drink hot soup."

Mo Xu couldn't remember what he said at that time, he just remembered that Zhan Ziran patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, go home."

Zhan Ziran smiled, the slight mole at the corner of his eye was particularly conspicuous.

……

"It was also winter."

Mo Xu leaned on the railing, and the person who dropped the wine glass disappeared, he didn't care at all, and looked down at the street.

The street lamps are scattered, and all are covered with white. At this moment, the world is pure, and the filth and darkness are covered by white snow.

Mo Xu frowned. In this peaceful snow scene, a rickshaw broke the balance.

The car stopped in the snow, as if it had broken the game, Mo Xu withdrew from the memory.

The car shed opened, and a head protruded from the shed, followed by passengers who also got out of the car shed.

The passenger wrapped his arms around himself and exhaled white mist.

The balance of the picture is broken, but a painting has been re-formed. This painting has a protagonist and a subject.

Mo Xu suspects that he is hallucinating.

That's... Zhan Ziran.

Zhan Ziran stretched out his hand and caught a snowflake with his thin white fingertips. He shivered from the cold.

He said, "Wow, it's snowing heavily, you have to hurry in and have some hot tea."

Zhan Ziran went out when the snow was not heavy, but luckily the coachman hails him in advance, otherwise he would have been able to hail a cab in the current environment.

I figured it would cost more.

Zhan Ziran clutched his purse in pain.

As a result, not only the wallet was damaged, half of his legs were also numb, the carport was not tight enough, and the wind came in through the gaps.

Halfway down the road, the snow fell more and more heavily, and it was difficult to show up and freeze. The driver retreated, Zhan Ziran doubled again, and then he was sent slowly.

Outside the venue are all luxurious classic cars, only Zhan Ziran's lonely rickshaw.

He arrived late on purpose so that no one would see his poor appearance.

Before Zhan Ziran entered the door, there was a sudden noise, and a group of people poured out of the door.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and snow had begun to accumulate on the side of the road. The people who came out blocked the door. Zhan Ziran stood where he was, taking a few breaths of cold wind, and felt cold all over his body.

Zhan Ziran waited for a while, rubbed his hands together, but he couldn't feel the temperature anymore, so he took a breath and muttered curses.

A deep voice came from above: "Zhan Ziran."

Zhan Ziran raised his head and met his cloudy eyes, which were a little blurry, shrouded in black shadows, and looked so deep.

As if possessed by a demon, Zhan Ziran, who had just froze, stood in place and couldn't move.

The picture is still, and the eyes meet.

The crowd suddenly swarmed up, Zhan Ziran staggered and tripped in front of the door.

Zhan Ziran didn't lower his head, but still raised his head, staring at him without closing his eyes.

Is that... Mo Xu?

Mo Xu lowered his head, staring at Zhan Ziran's face, and even saw the tear mole at the corner of his eye covered by a snowflake.

Mo Xu seemed to be possessed, and murmured: "You are born with such thin skin and tender flesh, and your appearance is a hundred times better than others, I can see it right away."