bullets and roses

Because of the existence of Liu Lin, several paintings were sold on the first day the studio opened. Liu Lin's calligraphy works were hung in the middle of the room as treasures of the store, and there was an endless stream of people from the current After passing by, I asked the price and left silently.

Although there were a lot of people, but none of them sold at a high price, Luo Muxiao was a little disappointed.

Gong Yuyang wanted to cut some blood to cheer him up, but Luo Muxiao resolutely refused: "If I still rely on you, what's the point?"

Gong Yuyang let go of his hand.

But after a busy day without making any money, it really hurts my self-esteem.

In the evening, the number of people in the store finally decreased, Luo Muxiao closed the door, and invited a group of people to eat hot pot, and made an appointment not far outside the store.

Luo Muxiao was the last one to go in, and always felt that there was a scorching gaze staring at him behind him, but he turned his head, but saw nothing.

The strange lights outside the car are reflected on the car windows, like a ghost at night.

The lights in the car were not turned on, so the scenery outside was exceptionally clear. The quiet and airtight space and the outside seemed to be two worlds, one was noisy, and the other was unbelievably quiet.

Gu Zhubai leaned on the seat, staying up all night made his eyes flushed, and the dark circles under his eyes added a touch of morbidity to his whole body.

The assistant cleared his throat, finally broke the endless silence, and said, "Mr. Gu... are you sure you can't go?"

"Wait a minute."

Gu Zhubai didn't want to disturb the rare happiness of the other party - he didn't know when, he felt that his presence was a burden to Luo Muxiao.

Perhaps it is best to let his world be without himself.

He just needs to watch him live well, that's enough.

The assistant looked at Gu Zhubai hesitantly, and said after a while, "Why are you bothering?"

These few days Gu Zhubai's meetings are full, and he hasn't rested for several days, and finally has an afternoon rest time, and immediately flew to Shucheng by plane - just to have a look at him.

Just a glance.

In fact, ever since Luo Muxiao stabbed the knife into his chest, he was afraid of difficulties - he didn't dare to force him to do anything, so he had to torture himself.It's a pity that the bitter tricks he used were only his own suffering, and Luo Muxiao didn't see it at all.

He was also afraid that the other party would see it, so he didn't react at all.

Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, Gu Zhubai could see Luo Muxiao, who was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows, raised his wine glass to lightly touch everyone, with an expression of excitement and joy on his face—he seemed to have returned to his previous chic and unscrupulous manner. Young master of the Luo family, don't worry about anything.

But there are also differences.

Everything today no longer has the halo of the Luo family.

It was really Luo Muxiao's own.

Extraordinarily charming.

Luo Muxiao was so drunk that he didn't let Gong Yuyang take him home.

The house he rented was only 500 meters away from here, and it would take a short walk to get there.

After watching everyone leave, Luo Muxiao staggered back. Although his steps were vain, his consciousness was exceptionally sober. He was sober enough to feel that there was a person following him all the time. Sober enough that he could Guess who that person is.

When he reached the gate of the community, Luo Muxiao stopped and turned his head to take a look.

Gu Zhubai couldn't dodge in time, so he was caught on the spot.

It was only then that Luo Muxiao realized that Gu Zhubai's condition was extremely bad - even worse than when he had a fever.

Luo Muxiao frowned and asked him: "Why are you here?"

"I want to..." Gu Zhubai hesitated for a moment before saying, "I want to see you."

"I see." Luo Muxiao said flatly, "Go back."

Gu Zhubai let out a "hmm", but didn't move.

Luo Muxiao's heart was like a mess, he stared at Gu Zhubai for a while, and then continued to walk forward, but after walking for a while, he found that Gu Zhubai was still following him, not in a hurry.

He obviously didn't do anything, Luo Muxiao's heart was still confused.

It was time for him to start a new life of his own.

Forget it.

Luo Muxiao said something in his heart, then turned his head and asked him resignedly: "Where do you live?"

"The plane in the early morning." Gu Zhubai replied honestly, "There is an international meeting at three o'clock."

His face was pale and his lips were dry. It looked like he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.Luo Muxiao suddenly became angry and said, "Don't go back."

Gu Zhubai's face lit up.

But Luo Muxiao said immediately: "Our divorce certificate is not done yet, I don't want it to fall into my hand."

Although what Luo Muxiao said was not so nice, he still took Gu Zhubai in very responsibly and let him temporarily live in the second bedroom of his house.

Although Gu Zhubai's bitter trick was for himself to see, Luo Muxiao still took the bait.The reason he gave himself was very simple, although he didn't want to suffer any more, he also didn't want to see Gu Zhubai's body.

Anyway, he is the person he likes, and living in this world well is better than anything else.

Gu Zhubai attended the international meeting on time at three o'clock in the morning. Luo Muxiao was sitting in the living room eating melon seeds, and saw a small crack in the light of the other party's bedroom, adding a ray of light to the darkness.

At exactly four o'clock, Gu Zhubai came out from the meeting, saw that he was still asleep, and frowned slightly: "Aren't you sleepy?"

"Not sleepy." Luo Muxiao said energetically, "During this time, I often felt like I was dreaming—it seemed that when I opened my eyes again, I was still the young master of the Luo family who lived in the past one or two years. Time is all a dream."

Gu Zhubai sat beside him, stretched out his hand, gently held his wrist, and asked him, "Why do you think so?"

"I think it's very unreal." Luo Muxiao smirked, and said, "I'm actually painting, and I even opened a studio. They all praised me today for my bright future, and the more they praise me, the more guilty I feel—I always feel that's not true. It should be a vocabulary that appeared on me."

Gu Zhubai also said: "You draw very well." His thumb lightly stroked Luo Muxiao's palm, and said word by word, "Many people like it."

"I know." Luo Muxiao withdrew his hand without a trace, stared at his palm for a while, and then continued, "But it's just like this that I suddenly felt how stupid I was before."

Gu Zhubai frowned.

"Because I like someone, I don't even want a little bit of myself." Luo Muxiao smiled and said, "Gu Zhubai, do you know that I seldom think of you anymore."

Luo Muxiao's simple words can make Gu Zhubai, or send him to hell in an instant.

It was as if a place in his heart had been yanked open, the pain was real, and accompanied by an unstoppable suffocation, he couldn't breathe, just like the already dark world, where the only The glimmer of light that remained has disappeared completely.

He has never been so unsuspecting as he is now, that the former Luo Muxiao has really left and disappeared.

Now standing in front of his eyes is a brand new Luo Muxiao.

Luo Muxiao knocked the last melon seed, stood up and clapped his hands, and said, "When is Li Yuanan's death day?"

Gu Zhubai looked up at him, and saw the faint lights sprinkled on Luo Muxiao's soft outline—adding a trace of determination.

He looked up at him subconsciously: "...next Thursday."

"I'm planning to go back." Luo Muxiao said, "My dad told me before that I should go and see him if I have nothing to do. He is also my brother after all. I have always felt that there is no need..."

"When people get old, they tend to soften their hearts." Luo Muxiao smiled.