bullets and roses

That room was originally where Luo Muxiao lived.

When he came back this time, Gu Zhubai also asked him where he lived, he hesitated for a while, and chose a room that had been vacant before.

Luo Muxiao also discovered that Gu Zhubai had been living in the original room for the past few days—it was actually quite reasonable, after all, it was the master bedroom, and it was occupied by him before, so Gu Zhubai wronged himself to sleep once. lie down.Now that he is gone, of course Gu Zhubai has to move into the master bedroom.

But for some reason, Luo Muxiao just felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Stepping into this bedroom again, all kinds of memories from the past were swept through the gate in an instant, Luo Muxiao settled in place for a while, and then continued to move forward.

With a cursory glance, he saw that nothing had changed in the bedroom.

Everything was as it was before he left.

Luo Muxiao didn't dare to take a closer look, and quickly shifted his gaze to the open wardrobe—it turned out to be the same as before.

All his clothes.

He left in a hurry, without bringing anything at all. All the colorful clothes from before were still hanging here, and it seemed that the order hadn't changed.

Gu Zhubai's uniform shirts and suits were squeezed into a small corner by his huge clothes group, occupying only a small part of the space.

Luo Muxiao laughed twice, and said: "I should take my clothes with me when I leave, so you have no place to put them."

Gu Zhubai didn't speak, but his eyes sank slightly.

After saying this, the atmosphere became even more awkward.

Luo Muxiao pursed his lips, and could only change the subject: "You can't dress too fancy, how about this one?"

He took a royal blue suit, and the bright color further accentuated his fair complexion, bright eyes and white teeth.

Gu Zhubai looked at him without blinking, and responded subconsciously: "It's very beautiful."

Luo Muxiao blushed inexplicably—why did Gu Zhubai praise him so bluntly before?A smile from Gu Zhubai used to be enough for him to be happy for several days, let alone such a straightforward compliment.

He turned his head awkwardly and said, "I'm going to change my clothes."

Is chasing customers.

Although Gu Zhubai really wanted to say "It's not like I haven't seen it before", but his current status forced him to "swallow his breath", so he said very self-aware: "I'll wait for you outside."

"Ah."

Luo Muxiao quickly changed his clothes, and finally found the opportunity to look around the room.

There are a few books that Gu Zhubai usually reads on the table, Luo Muxiao went closer to find Li Yuanan's diary, but found no trace - I don't know if Gu Zhubai glued that book up.After all, he tore it up in the first place.

Luo Muxiao opened the drawer, but his eyes suddenly froze.

He saw the little ceramic figurine he had made.

He smashed it to pieces all over the floor that day, but now it is put together and put in the drawer neatly—not a single piece is missing.

It's just that there are traces of being remedied all over his body.

"Ok?"

At the same time as the knock on the door sounded, Gu Zhubai pushed the door open and entered: "Over there—" His words also suddenly stopped.

Luo Muxiao pinched the little ceramic figurine, his voice trembling slightly: "When... when did you put it together?"

"Find time to fight." Gu Zhubai cleared his throat a little uncomfortably, "There's an urging over there, are you going to leave?"

Luo Muxiao seemed to wake up, quickly and carefully put the things in his hand into the drawer, then closed it, sniffed and said: "Let's go."

All the way in the car, Luo Muxiao was thinking about that little ceramic figure.

The birthday present he made for Gu Zhubai with full of joy at the beginning was smashed to pieces by himself, how could he not regret it?

Every time he thinks about it, Luo Muxiao regrets so much that he wished he could go back to that time, and even if he slapped himself, he would save that ceramic villain.

Even if they broke up, the gift is innocent!

He even dreamed in countless late nights that those debris were swept into the trash can by the sweeping aunt, and then sent to the garbage dump, where they disappeared in this world as smoke and dust countless years later.

But he never considered the possibility—

Did Gu Zhubai already like him at that time?

I was silent all the way, until I was about to reach the destination, Gu Zhubai finally opened his mouth: "It took a long time to find the fragments before I found them all. One piece fell under the sofa. I almost thought that it could not be restored to its original state."

"It's true that it can't be restored." Luo Muxiao said, "It looks like it has been repaired again."

Gu Zhubai paused for a moment before saying, "It's better than not making up."

Luo Muxiao didn't speak any more.

The wedding scene was extremely lively.

The wedding of the Gong family and the Ling family was extremely lively, many high-ranking people came, and reporters were in charge of covering and reporting.

It's just that no one knows that Gong Yuyang is not happy at all.

Luo Muxiao followed Gu Zhubai's invitation into the venue, originally wanted to find Gong Yuyang, but didn't want him to be so well hidden by the Gong family that he couldn't even see him.

Luo Muxiao could only hang around behind Gu Zhubai.

On such occasions, Luo Muxiao is very self-aware, he just behaves like a little transparent and socializes with Gu Zhubai, clinking glasses and so on, without even opening his mouth to speak.

But what Luo Muxiao didn't expect was that he soon met a fan of his own.

It was a woman in her early thirties, her eyes lit up when she saw him, and after touching Gu Zhubai's wine glass, she passed him to look for Luo Muxiao: "Are you Mr. Luo?"

Luo Muxiao froze for a moment, then nodded.

"I really like your paintings!" The woman raised her glass and touched him. "When will new works come out? I've always wanted to buy one, but it's so popular that I haven't been able to get it."

Luo Muxiao hasn't painted for a while, and most of the previous paintings were bought by the lady of the period, so he always thought that he didn't have any real fans - never thought, it was the Ms. Period's hand speed is too fast, why can she grab his paintings every time?

He was a little embarrassed, and replied awkwardly: "Really?"

"Really." The woman said sincerely, "Can I book the next painting first? How about we scan WeChat first?"

Luo Muxiao unexpectedly encountered such things three times.

After scanning WeChat with the last person, Luo Muxiao suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart—as if he had always been a demon king in the world, and he, who was looked down upon by others, suddenly had the meaning of his own existence.

"Stupid?" Gu Zhu had a smile in his white eyes.

"Hmm..." Luo Muxiao pursed his lips and said, "I just suddenly felt that I seem to be pretty good."

"You are already very good." Gu Zhubai squeezed his shoulder and said in a low voice.