It was the first time for Shen Fengyi to say such words to Mu Nancheng. Maybe she felt that he was old enough, maybe she hoped that he could understand her difficulties, understand her position, and share her burden. , with a look of extreme sorrow on his face.

Grief and grievance seemed to be solidified and condensed from the bottom of her eyes, which made Mu Nancheng feel more anxious than any hysterical expression of hers.

Not moved, or ashamed, but anxious.

Familiar numbness oozes from his throat, the tip of his tongue is full of bitterness, and the blood rushes to his temples, rushing like drums, as if urging something, Mu Nancheng subconsciously clenched his palms , I don’t know when I have squeezed my palms of sweat.

Mu Nancheng held the doorknob, Shen Fengyi raised her head and asked him:

"where are you going?"

However, as if Mu Nancheng had never heard of it, he opened the door and walked out, and found a room at the corner. As soon as he closed the door, he couldn't wait to sit on the sofa, took out a metal cigarette case from his pocket, There were five cigarettes neatly placed inside.

He took out a cigarette, but he couldn't find the lighter in his trousers pocket. Then he remembered that the lighter was in his dress pocket. It should be that the lighter flew out when Shen Fengyi threw the clothes over, and he didn't hear a sound when it landed on the wool carpet. .

He hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and opened a cigarette, tore off the dark yellow tin foil outside and spread it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. The dense shredded tobacco was scattered on the tin foil, mixed with finely divided white powder, which he skillfully separated. Tobacco and powder, then leaned down, pressed one finger on one side of the nose, and took a deep breath.

The powder invaded the nasal cavity and rolled into the lungs. At that moment, all the pores of the whole body seemed to be opened.

He was lying on his back on the sofa, one arm was raised high on the back of the sofa, the other arm was hanging down, and it fell softly on the carpet, his legs were stretched straight on the armrest of the sofa, and the bright lights above his head were shining brightly. It shot into his eyes, forming two white spots on his dark pupils.

The room was very quiet, only the clock hanging on the wall was ticking to remind him of the passage of time, the light spots on the pupils gradually spread, and countless hazy light spots appeared in front of the retina.

A weak electric current gathers bit by bit from the inside of the body, climbs up along the four meridians and eight meridians, and wedges into every central nerve in the brain.

The rampant dryness and thirst were all subsided at this moment, he panted softly, and slowly closed his eyes.

However, after a while he couldn't bear it anymore, he tore off his shirt, exposing a large area of ​​skin, hoping to use the cool air to dissipate the rushing fire in his blood vessels, he felt the hot breath would condense from his throat when he opened his mouth Comes out as smoke.

It's not enough, it's always like this, every time it's a bit close, there is always a part of the body that is empty and can't be filled, clamoring, clamoring, longing, the peak that others can easily reach is far away in him and.

"Click-"

The door was opened from the outside, and a small head poked in. He saw a young man lying on the sofa facing the door at a glance. The child was not afraid of life. He glanced back and then flashed into the room. Then close the door.

"Uncle, can I hide with you for a while?"

The child asked him politely, rolling his big eyes, looking for a place to hide in this room.

Mu Nancheng struggled to open his eyelids, his eyes were slack, his long and narrow eyes were blushed, and his forehead hair wet with sweat pressed against his cheeks, almost covering half of his face, while the other half was blushing almost to tears Bleeding came, mixed with a look of pain and patience.

"go out……"

Mu Nancheng spoke hoarsely, his throat seemed to have been scorched by a piece of hot coal, and the two words were bitten to pieces by him.

"ah!"

The child finally discovered the abnormality of this young man. He walked over and carefully squatted down in front of the sofa:

"Uncle, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Mu Nancheng raised his hand to cover his eyes. He recognized who the child was, but he didn't know if he recognized himself. Although a seven or eight-year-old child doesn't know anything, it is very easy for him to tell what he saw.

Half of Mu Nancheng's soul was swimming outside, while the other half controlled his brain to think non-stop. He couldn't let the kid tell his affairs, otherwise he would be in trouble.

But the child was already in a hurry, and his voice dragged into tears,

"Uncle, talk! Uncle, are you going to die?"

This kid seemed a little silly, and Mu Nancheng was convinced when he recalled this.

"Uncle drank too much." Mu Nancheng's voice was still rough, but he was able to speak completely, "Can you pour me a glass of water?"

"Okay."

The child obediently responded, took the glass on the table and went to the water dispenser to get a glass of cold water.

"It's too cold, do you have something hot?"

"Oh."

The child staggered to fetch the hot water again, and as soon as the hot water poured into the quilt, he shivered, and he threw the cup directly to the ground.

"Oh!" the child pouted and said aggrievedly, "Uncle, it's too hot!"

If it wasn't for the person still floating, Mu Nancheng would really have scolded an idiot.

"Then you put half a cup of cold water first, and then add some hot water."

The child had no choice but to pick up the cup, filled half a cup of cold water according to the strange uncle's instruction, and then turned the hot water valve. Once he was bitten by a snake, he was very timid, and his index finger hooked the ring of the hot water switch slightly. As I mentioned above, when I saw a little heat coming out, I immediately let go of my hand, and then bluntly brought over half a glass of cold water.

Mu Nancheng was able to sit up at this moment, everything was normal except for a little dizziness, just in time to see the trembling child, he couldn't help laughing, took the cold water and drank it down.

He raked his wet hair and turned to ask the child:

"Song Xiaoran, what are you doing here?"

"Uncle, do you know me?"

"You are the young master of the Song family. Who doesn't know you?" Mu Nancheng patted the sofa and asked Xiao Ran to sit beside him, "My child, don't tell others that I drank too much today. do you know?"

"why?"

"Because uncle is such an old man, it's a shame to drink until he feels uncomfortable."

The little boy blinked:

"Then why do you drink until you feel uncomfortable? My mother said that drinking too much alcohol will hurt the body, and people who hurt the body will die!"

"Because I'm in a bad mood." Mu Nancheng wrapped up the remaining shredded tobacco and powder on the coffee table with a napkin, perfunctory the children, "I have no money, and no one cares about me, so I just drink to relieve my worries, you understand?"

Mu Nancheng got up and walked into the bathroom, threw the paper ball wrapped in shredded tobacco and powder into the toilet, and then pressed the flush button. As soon as he turned his head, he saw the little boy rushing in, hugging his legs , the small face was raised high, the clear pupils were black and white, shining like water, he said naively:

"I have a lot of money, and I also have a lot of concern, I will share it with you!"

If there is any difference between the 17-year-old Mu Nancheng and the rebellious and vicious boy two years ago, it is that after two years of experience in the world, he understands the cruelty of the world and the subtlety of the human heart. He even forgot What stood in front of him was just a child who was ignorant of the world, with a delicate heart that had not been contaminated by the world.

He was neither moved nor softened. On the contrary, the child's almost showing off tone deeply hurt Mu Nancheng's sensitive and surly heart.

Some people live in tall buildings, some are in deep trenches, some are bright, and some are covered in rust.

Such a child is born with the best everything in the world. He doesn't even know that what he has is something that many people can't get after a lifetime of hard work, but he squanders it so unsparingly. Every time he meets someone Will he give alms so generously?

Mu Nancheng looked down at the little boy, like a wolf king sharpening his knife, staring at the soft and innocent little lamb with his cold green eyes.

He sneered:

"You said it nicely. How much money can you have, a little radish?"

"I have money!"

The child eagerly fumbled in his pocket, took out a handful of odd banknotes and put them in Mu Nancheng's hands.

Mu Nancheng lowered his eyes:

"What can this little money do? It's not enough to buy you a Transformer!"

"I still have a lot!"

The child tilted his head and reported an astronomical figure to Mu Nancheng.

Mu Nancheng rolled his eyes:

"Your mother gave you the money to marry a wife in the future, right? So much money, do you have an ID card? Can you get it out? Children are ashamed, bragging!"

The child was stunned by his question. He wrung his little finger in distress and rang silently for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up:

"Then uncle will be my daughter-in-law! I will take care of my money!"

Mu Nancheng kicked the child's ass:

"Little bastard, you are itchy, how dare you take advantage of me!"

The child clutched his little butt in aggrieved way:

"Why did uncle kick me!"

Mu Nancheng rolled his eyes, squatted down and looked at the child at the same level:

"You really have so much money in your bank card?"

"alright!"

"Is it a cassette?"

"No!"

Mu Nancheng wanted to slap the child's butt again:

"Then what a fart!"

"I'll get it home for you!"

"Pull it down! If your parents know about it, they must have skinned me!"

"Uncle," the child raised his head, stretched out his delicate fingers to gently touch the wound on his face, "you are bleeding here, did you fight with someone?"

Mu Nancheng's face darkened instantly.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a boy whose voice was changing shouted:

"Of course, are you inside?"

"Ah!" The child jumped up and down like a frightened little rabbit, and he circled around Mu Nancheng's calf, "My brother is here!"

"Are you playing hide and seek?"

Mu Nancheng raised his eyebrows and asked, he remembered that when the kid came in, he asked if he could hide here for a while.

The dinner party is coming to an end, and the children will hang out and play around when they are full. This is a hotel, and the adults will not care too much, and they will not get lost anyway.

"Yeah! What to do, what to do! I'm going to be found out!"

Mu Nancheng put his hands into the child's armpits, lifted him up, then walked to the closet in the room, opened the closet with one hand, put the child in the wide grid above, and then patted his head, amiably Smiled and asked:

"How about hiding here?"

"Okay!" The child clapped his hands happily, and hurriedly closed the cabinet door, "Uncle, Uncle, go and open the door, don't tell my brother that I'm here!"

Little idiot, Mu Nancheng closed the cabinet, then went to open the door.

Song Shuheng who was outside the door had searched all the rooms on this long corridor, and this was the last room at the corner. He was about to twist the doorknob to get in, but the door was opened from the inside.

"Is something wrong?"

Although Mu Nancheng was not very old, he was too tall. He looked down at the 13-year-old Song Shuheng coldly, and took a step back helplessly.

"That," Song Shuheng asked warmly, "Excuse me, have you seen a seven-year-old boy? It's the one who plays the piano on stage at night."

"No."

Mu Nancheng replied succinctly, then pressed the switch on the wall, and the room went dark.

Song Shuheng originally wanted to go in and search the cabinet and the bottom of the sofa. After all, most of the guests here recognize Xiao Ran, and it is not impossible to help his younger brother hide it from him. When he saw Mu Nancheng turned off the lights and locked the door, he had no doubts. He continued to look for his brother elsewhere.

Mu Nancheng left that hotel later. He was completely broken at the time. He thought that the child would sue He Qiao after he came out of it. He locked the little prince in the closet, and He Qiao said angrily that he would not be allowed to step into Nanjiang again. At any high society banquet.

Unexpectedly, this matter still passed without a sound, no one identified him, no one accused him, he returned to country A in a few days, and later when he was so poor that he was about to starve to death, he thought of Xiao Ran and that child Say "I have a lot of money and a lot of care, I will share it with you!"

He vaguely remembered that the child once sent him an email. At that time, many people's email accounts and MSN accounts were shared. He tried to add it, but he actually got in touch with Xiao Ran.

There is an invisible hand in the dark, pushing everyone's fate onto the preset track.

----

When the sunlight streamed in from the gap in the curtains, Xiao Ran slowly opened his eyes, the first feeling that was conveyed to his brain was that he felt heavy, something hot and heavy was pressing on him, he slowly turned around Eyeballs, he moved his stiff limbs and pushed down the heavy objects on his body.

Only then did Xiao Ran realize that there was a person sleeping beside him, his dull brain paused for three seconds, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, opened the curtains, the room was brightly lit, and finally saw the silhouette of that person clearly.

In fact, you don't even need to look at him to know that it's Mu Nancheng. They have been sharing the same bed for more than half a month, but they used to share the quilt before, and Mu Nancheng always left before he woke up. This is Xiao Ran's first time. Once saw Mu Nancheng on the bed.

The golden sunlight fell on his face, clearly outlining a face with deep contours and sharp lines.

Xiao Ran has heard that a certain grandfather of the Mu family married a Xizhou woman during World War II. Mu Nancheng is probably a descendant of that Xizhou woman. His appearance is very mixed, and his facial features are as sharp as a knife.

However, at this moment, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, that extremely aggressive aura was completely subdued, the dense long eyelashes were closed, their curves were soft, and the ends were soaked in bright sunlight, and were bleached into a dazzling golden yellow.

This is a face that can be captured by the best photographers and captured by the best painters on paper, and then attract the viewers to admire and salivate. It is so beautiful.

It's a pity that Xiao Ran is blind.

He unceremoniously walked over and squatted down in front of the bed, poked Mu Nancheng's face with his finger:

"Hey! Wake up!"

Mu Nancheng slowly opened his eyes. Because he woke up suddenly, his eyes were a little dazed, and he let out an innocent "Huh?"

"Mr. Mu," Xiao Ran was very upset, "Why did you grab my quilt? Your sleeping appearance is very bad, I was woken up by your pressure."

I was awakened by you...

Mu Nancheng lifted the quilt almost reflexively and looked in. Although the pajamas on his body were a little wrinkled, they were indeed on well, which completely ruled out the possibility that he could not restrain himself from "pressing" Xiao Ran in his sleep.

When he finally understood what Xiao Ran was referring to, Mu Nancheng's expression became even more aggrieved:

"I didn't snatch your quilt, you snatched mine."

"How is it possible, this is obviously..."

Xiao Ran stared at the quilt that Mu Nancheng covered, it was indeed not the one he had before falling asleep last night, so what about his quilt?Xiao Ran walked half a circle around the bed, and finally saw his quilt was rolled into a ball, curled up pitifully on the carpet.

Mu Nancheng stretched out his arms to block the sun on his forehead:

"You are very dishonest when you sleep. You kicked the quilt by yourself, and you came to snatch it from me. By the way, you kicked me hard..."

"impossible!"

Xiao Ran's eyes widened. When he was young, he slept with Song Shuheng, and when he was older, he slept with Fu Yuxing. No one ever said that he didn't sleep well!

Mu Nancheng sneered, stretched out his palm from the edge of the bed and hooked his fingers at Xiao Ran, who looked at him vigilantly.

"Sit down and show you the evidence."

Xiao Ran could only move over.

Mu Nancheng took out his mobile phone from the pillow, and lazily swiped twice on his mobile phone, calling up a video for Xiao Ran to watch.

Xiao Ran's face instantly turned into a tomato.

In the video, I seem to be a flopping little turtle, with all four limbs kicking and kicking the quilt to get it off the bed. Mu Nancheng sighed and picked up the quilt to cover him, but he kicked it off again. The cycle went back and forth three times in a row, and one time in the middle, his foot still kicked on Mu Nancheng's face.

Mu Nancheng was obviously also angry, and he twitched his calf back:

"Be honest with me!"

Xiao Ran: "..."

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