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

Zhan Ziran forgot how he stood up.

In a daze, someone supported Zhan Ziran, and with the help of strength, he stood up with difficulty.

Should it be an accident?

Zhan Ziran thought of meeting Mo Xu when there were many people at the banquet, thought that the two would meet in the corridor, would miss it, never see each other, maybe at the end...

Even though he was standing on the snow, he became a drop of water under the scorching sun, instantly evaporating all his thoughts.

It was as if his heart and soul were captured in an instant, tightly caught by those eyes, even though he was hiding in the dark and couldn't see clearly.

Mo Xu wore a black jacket over his open suit jacket, and the cuffs were loosened on the railing. The falling snowflakes seemed to take him through a layer of cold light. The pale yellow balcony light shone lightly on the silhouette. People seem so unreal.

It's Mo Xu.

Zhan Ziran will not admit his mistake, even though he has changed a lot.

Zhan Ziran, who was looking at Mo Xu, saw a snowflake falling from his eyes, he found a gap and blinked, but he still didn't close his eyes, they were tightly open, and the eyes were clouded.

The film in front of my eyes is blurred, and in a trance, the person in front of me seems to disappear...

Zhan Ziran lowered his head and rubbed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, an eyelash was stuck to his fingertips, and there was some transparent liquid on it.

When I looked up again, there was no one on the railing.

It's like a mirror in the water, an empty attic, it's hard to tell the real from the fake.

Zhan Ziran murmured, "Am I terminally ill?"

The snow fell bigger and bigger, and the whole world was covered in white.

Standing in the snow for a while, the black coat was lightly covered with snow foam, someone pushed the door out from inside, and hot air gushed out, awakening Zhan Ziran who was stunned.

Trembling all over, Zhan Ziran took a step as if it wasn't his own leg, and walked through the door after several steps.

Hot air rushed in immediately, with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, Zhan Ziran almost vomited.

asphyxia.

The heat wave and the smell of alcohol and tobacco filled the nasal cavity.

Zhan Ziran leaned against the wall, panting with his head up, like a fish landing on the shore, losing its life.

When the servant came over, Zhan Ziran reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth and waved his hand.

After arranging his clothes a little, Zhan Ziran finally regained his strength, walked in slowly, and turned through the passage door, the voices of people were boiling, the sound was like a car running over sand, crushing his ear canal.

The sound of talking came from beside him, Zhan Ziran rubbed his brows, walked to the sofa and sat down, took a cup of clean tea, and took a sip.

Somewhat bitter.

When Zhan Ziran came in, he had already attracted attention. He thought that someone would come to taunt him, but after sitting for a long time, no one paid attention to him. Instead, he stayed away and talked in a low voice.

Zhan Ziran couldn't hear clearly, as if he was saying "Mo Xu", "balcony", "shopkeeper Zhou" or something.

Zhan Ziran saw his target in the crowd, got up and walked over.

Boss Chen of the department store is a respectable gentleman and a big customer of their shop.

Zhanjia has several stores, and suits are the main business. If a few old customers can be stabilized, there may be a way to reverse it.

Zhan Ziran got up, walked over to talk to him, and was inevitably ridiculed by others, so he followed up firmly.

Let's talk about it in the heart after autumn.

Since he put his figure so low, Zhan Ziran simply laughed at himself, as if he was stepping down for himself, or for himself. This behavior attracted several people's expressions.

Just being toasted is definitely a must.

Originally, Zhan Ziran had a good drinking capacity, and it was easy to fight for several rounds, but in the past two years, his physical strength has been weak, and his drinking capacity has also decreased. He was afraid of getting drunk, so he raised his hand and refused.

Boss Chen took a puff of his cigarette and said with a smile, "I heard that a new style has been released recently. I wonder if Boss Zhan has any?"

Zhan Ziran cheered up and said: "Of course, our master craftsmen have always been solid in craftsmanship, and the styles are updated in real time. You don't know that."

Boss Chen exhaled smoke, which almost hit his face, and the smoke choked Zhan Ziran. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and then he heard Boss Chen sarcastically said: "Little boss, this is a business , It’s not okay not to smoke or drink.”

The people around him agreed, took out the wine glass and poured it, and handed out the glass.

Zhan Ziran hadn't regained his strength yet, and the smoke made his brain ache, his headache was splitting, his mouth was dry, looking at the glass of wine, he felt nauseous.

Isn't it just drinking, Zhan Ziran scolded countless words, but said: "Haha, of course I don't drink everyone's wine, do you think so, of course I don't refuse Boss Chen's wine."

Boss Chen was coaxed to be happy by these words.

Zhan Ziran drank it down, the red wine was sour, and the taste was not bad, but the wine was really not delicious.

Not long after drinking it, Zhan Ziran felt a burning sensation in his stomach.

At this moment, the person next to him brought another glass of wine.

Boss Chen said with a smile: "Mr. Boss has a good drinker capacity. Drink this cup too. I'll order a suit tomorrow. Our two families have always had a good relationship, and we should help each other."

I drank all the cups, do you still care about the second cup?

Zhan Ziran brushed his hair, loosened his tie, pursed his lips, and took the wine glass.

The rim of the glass has reached his mouth, and the tip of his nose can even smell the red wine. The quality of this red wine is good, but it is a pity that he is not in the mood to taste it now.

Zhan Ziran thought to himself, if this old bastard doesn't like me, you'll be fucked, and I'll blow your dog's head off.

Zhan Ziran's mind was clear, but his body felt more and more uncomfortable.

There were all conversations in his ears, like countless flies "buzzing" around his head, but he couldn't hear anything, as if only other people were awake in the whole world.

Before the wine was finished, Zhan Ziran touched the rim of the glass with his lips, and there was a dissonant sound in the "buzzing buzz" in his ear.

It's the sound of unhurried, unhurried footsteps.

Slowly approaching, getting closer and closer.

At this time, the footsteps sounded a little messy, and the person who made the footsteps seemed to be in high spirits and anxious.

Then the wine glass was snatched away.

A reassuring smell came to Zhan Ziran's sense of smell through the disgusting tobacco and alcohol, and Zhan Ziran almost lost his footing.

The footsteps stopped, and they were very close to Zhan Ziran, and they could probably be seen from the side of their heads.

Zhan Ziran couldn't hear what Boss Chen said or what the people around him said, because a deep voice sounded behind him.

Mo Xu curled his lips and said in a low voice: "You drink my cup, tomorrow ten people will come to your shop to order suits."

The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Zhan Ziran turned his neck, his fingers were trembling uncontrollably, even the cells in his whole body were screaming, and his heart was running at full speed.

It's... Mo Xu.

He was really there.

And right in front of you.

Mo Xu had wine in his other hand, and he was holding the glass with his knuckles. His jet-black hair was slightly wet, and there were still snowflakes that had not completely melted. He squeezed the glass tightly.

Zhan Ziran said out of nowhere: "The cup is about to be crushed by you."

It's okay not to say this, but just as he finished speaking, the wine glass that he just snatched from Zhan Ziran's hand shattered.

Crushed.

The sound of shattering, the pouring of wine, the glass poking at the fingertips, and the scarlet wine flowing down the forearm to the cuff.

"What are you doing?!"

Zhan Ziran panicked, took out his handkerchief from his pocket, stretched out his hand to grab Mo Xu's fingers, and found that there were fragments stuck in it.

Boss Chen was nowhere to be seen. Mo Xu stared at Zhan Ziran who was holding his hand, and felt the slender fingers touching his fingertips.

"Drink my cup," Mo Xu repeated, Zhan Ziran's tear mole was clearly visible when he tilted his head.

Zhan Zi suddenly realized that the face so close at hand disturbed him.

Mo Xu has changed a lot, no, it seems that he hasn't changed.

It's just that the face has grown and become much tougher, the lips are thin, the long eyelashes look soft when the eyes are downcast, the line of the jaw is sharper, and I want to flinch for no reason.

There is no warmth in the dark eyes, black and white are distinct, obviously without much expression, but it seems like a storm is blowing.

Zhan Ziran only felt that neither the eyes nor the face had much warmth, and there was a little more aggressiveness for no reason.

No, it should not be a few points, it should be ten points.

It is easy to give people a wonderful illusion, a kind of heart tremor that will be entangled to death.

Zhan Ziran's heart is depressed, it's not me who fucked him, it should be him who fucked me.

After Mo Xu went abroad, at the beginning, Zhan Ziran would always inquire about Mo Xu's news from Mo Xu's old housekeeper.

Mo Xu won the award for his outstanding achievements.

Zhan Ziran thought proudly, that's for sure.

Mo Xulun was exhibited.

Zhan Ziran said, that is necessary.

There is always some good news at the beginning. Although it takes three to five months to get the news, each time there is always a long time of joy.

Later, the news became less and less.

The old housekeeper said that Mo Xu had changed a lot, and Zhan Ziran was secretly distressed.

Later, when I heard that Mo Xu had become a little perverted, Zhan Ziran thought, man, it's better to be perverted than to be bullied all the time.

After that, Zhan Ziran did not hear from Ci Moxu for a long time.

Mo Xu injured a classmate at school, cut off his life, and the Mo family lost a lot of money.

Mo Xu dragged his car, got into a car accident, and almost met Hades.

Mo Xu was ordered to drop out of school, and the Mo family spent another sum of money.

Then... Mo Xu disappeared after graduation.

The news also stopped.

Last year, the old housekeeper got old and didn't work in Mo's house, so the news was completely cut off.

Several students who returned from studying abroad in Haicheng were spreading rumors that he might have done something illegal and fled.

But Zhan Ziran thinks it is impossible, Mo Xu is a man with his own paranoid dignity, he will act in accordance with the principles that he must stick to.

It's like when he was studying, Mo Xu knew that he was an illegitimate child who was not favored, so he was always very careful in his actions for fear of leaving any excuses.

Even if you borrow a pen, it will be returned immediately the next day, and you will be given an extra eraser as interest.

He is such a person.

So impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

Zhan Ziran felt that they were all talking nonsense.

……

Zhao Zhiyu hurried over and was startled when he saw the appearance of Mo Xu's hand, and immediately brought a clean handkerchief to treat Mo Xu's wound.

But Mo Xu stood where he was, staring down at Zhan Ziran, with a wine glass in his other hand.

Zhan Ziran took the wine glass, took a sip, and swallowed the wine bit by bit.

With the wine in his throat, Zhan Ziran began to feel a little swayed, his feet seemed to be standing on cotton, top-heavy, he took two steps back, and held the table with one hand.

Mo Xu didn't speak, Zhao Zhiyu treated the wound, and after the treatment was finished, he said slowly: "I remember you used to drink very well."

Zhan Ziran raised his head, shook his head, and said, "It's not good now."

Mo Xu didn't say anything, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Zhan Ziran.

The two were not far apart, Zhan Ziran lowered his head, Zhan Ziran endured the dizziness of alcohol, and said in a low voice, "Long time no see."

Mo Xu paused, took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, and put them on his bandaged hands.

"come over."

He turned and walked towards the sofa, Zhan Ziran hesitated for a moment, and followed.

Zhan Ziran sat down, his stomach churning even worse, he took a cup of tea and held it in his palm.

Mo Xu sat on the opposite side, crossed his legs, stared at Zhan Ziran and shook his head, laughing inexplicably.

Zhan Ziran went to look at him secretly, surprised, the change is too big, right?

Is this really Mo Xu?

He quietly pinched his thigh, fearing that he had drunk too much and had hallucinations.

Hiss, it hurts.

it is true.

It really hurts.

This pinching was too hard, and Zhan Ziran burst into tears, almost dripping water from his already wet eyes.

"Are you crying? What are you doing? What happened to me?" Mo Xu's eyes were full of interest, and he looked Zhan Ziran up and down.

Zhan Ziran shook his head, stroking the back of his finger across the corner of his eyes, "I didn't cry, probably because I drank too much."

"With this amount of alcohol, why did you promise so readily just now?" Mo Xu sneered.

Zhan Ziran lowered his head to look at his own toes, and the voice in his ear became a little far away, he put down the quilt, leaned back, lost the strength to sit up straight, and softly replied: "Isn't that the wine you gave... "

Mo Xu tapped the table lightly twice.

Zhan Ziran managed to pull himself together and raised his head.

"You know that you will be humiliated if you come here, why do you still come?" Mo Xu's mood was unclear.

Zhan Ziran froze for a moment, lowered his eyes: "Some things always have to be faced."

Mo Xu snorted softly, "So you are also ready to face me?"

Zhan Ziran didn't answer, Mo Xu narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "You should know that I will come to you for something."

I'm coming.

Zhan Ziran's heart was beating violently.

Zhan Ziran wanted to cheer up and deal with it, but he was powerless, "Probably..."

Mo Xu laughed, didn't speak, took a sip of wine slowly, and just looked at Zhan Ziran.

Zhan Ziran had a splitting headache, his stomach was churning, he put his hands against his stomach, and a dense layer of fine sweat accumulated on his forehead.

When he touched his pocket with his fingers, he suddenly thought of his purpose for coming today.

He was about to pull it out of his pocket when suddenly his stomach twitched.

Zhan Ziran pressed his white fingers on his stomach, and an overwhelming feeling of nausea came out of his throat.

Don't spit, don't spit.

Zhan Ziran shouted loudly in his heart.

If you want to vomit, don't vomit in front of Mo Xu.

It's just that the world turned upside down in front of his eyes, Zhan Ziran shrank his body, and heard Mo Xu's voice in his ear.

"Then what do you think I want you to do?"

Zhan Ziran felt extremely uncomfortable, his brain couldn't turn at all, and he felt that he couldn't even move.

He asked blankly, "What do you want me to do...?"

Mo Xu restrained his smile and said in a low voice, "Aren't you and I married?"

"Ah?" Zhan Ziran was confused, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.

Mo Xu said unhurriedly: "You said, you and I are in love. You said, you and I are soul mates. You said, you and I have already been husband and wife."

Mo Xu glanced at Zhan Ziran, "I'm here to find you, to fulfill the facts of the past."

Zhan Ziran's mind was buzzing, blank, like leaves on water, floating up and down, as if he was sitting on a boat looking at the sea.

"I...I..." Zhan Ziran didn't say the word "I" and the words behind, but spat out with a wow sound, and fell on the sofa unable to get up.

Zhan Ziran's legs were numb, his whole body was cold, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his face was so pale that there was no blood.

Mo Xu's gloomy face appeared in front of his eyes, he frowned and shouted, "Zhan Ziran!"

Zhan Ziran thought, I vomited, I'm done, I'm done.

Still at this stall.

Zhan Ziran rolled his eyes and was about to faint. He said with a heavy breath, "I... I just said one thing! The last one, I really didn't say it!"