Desire for shadows

章节字数：1314更新时间：10-10-1723:11

"Shang'er, Shang'er! Shang'er!" Duanmu was finally freed from the piles of documents, but he couldn't find Shang's shadow, and hurriedly scurry between the two rooms.

In the end, Duanmu sat down in front of his desk in frustration, hunched over, as if all his strength had been sucked up, and muttered to himself: "Are you still leaving? Are you really unable to stay?"

Drops of tears unknowingly slipped down from Duanmu's seemingly calm face, Duanmu sat staring blankly, like an unconscious wooden man, like the soul of the body lost control of the body, leaving only one Sitting at the table with the body still supported.

"What's the matter?" A crisp voice echoed in the empty room that seemed empty.Shang looked at Duanmu who looked as if his soul had been snatched away, and asked questions worriedly.

"Duanmu-" Shang looked at the man who didn't respond at all, and took a step closer.The tear stains on Duanmu's face became more clear.Why are you crying?What could make this man who has always been strong show such a desolate look of being abandoned by the whole world?Shang was a little worried.

"Duanmu, tell me what happened to me?" Shang stood beside Duanmu with an unprecedented tenderness (oh, Shang'er is only 13 years old and not that tall yet.), holding his fingertips firmly The warm drops of water rolled on Duanmu's face, carefully wiping away the tears on his face.

"Shang—er—" Duanmuyu confirmed gently, as if he was afraid of scaring away the people in front of him.Duanmuxi began to regain his senses at a very subtle speed, his pupils began to focus, his soul seemed to merge with his body little by little, and his whole person slowly became alive.

"En!" Shang saw that it was Duanmu who seemed particularly vulnerable now, and showed his rare patience.

"Shang'er, Shang'er, Shang'er—" Duanmu kept chanting Shang's name, looking at Shang with tight eyes without blinking.In the next second, Duanmu stretched out his arms suddenly, and imprisoned Shang in his arms with lightning speed, clasping him tightly, using all the strength in his body to clasp him tightly.

Shang struggled uncomfortably, and twisted his body, but Duanmuyan, who was aware of it, tightened his grip a little more. Shang had no choice but to stop his movements. Let Duanmu hold him so tightly.

"I thought you were gone—" Just when Shang thought that he would grow old like this, Duanmu Li made a voice, a low voice, a hoarse voice with a long silence, and an extremely wronged voice Crying, "I thought you didn't want me—"

"Bow your head!" Shang's voice was full of helplessness, a little dumbfounded, and a little - distressed.When did this Dark Lord, who used to look down on the world, have such an expression?

Duanmuxi buried his head deeply in Shang's waist, listening to Shang's words, there was no beginning and no end, he didn't know what it meant, and he didn't know what to do, he just held his own The top of his head rested on Shang's waist.

"Look at the table!" Shang took a deep breath, resisting the urge to personally break Duanmu's head in front of the table.

Duanmuxi now understands Shang's words, but he still doesn't understand what it means. His two hands are still restraining Shang's waist, and he turns his head to look at the table in a daze. He opened it wider and wider, and finally his face was flushed, and he quickly withdrew his hands and put them on his legs to stir vigorously. The head lowered and lowered, and when it was about to touch the table, With a sigh, "You—" with a bit of doting tenderness.

On the table in front of Duanmu, there were a few large characters, which seemed to be written on the table but seemed to float on the table, "I'm going to Tianshan, I'll be back later!"

Shang was still standing beside Duanmuxi, stroking Duanmuxi's head once in a while, just like a father in an ordinary family facing his son.