bullets and roses

When Gong Yuyang arrived, Luo Muxiao's hands were already covered in mud. He forgot about it, and wiped his nose with his hand, which made him gasp for cold air.

Gong Yuyang laughed "poof", threw him a tissue, and said, "Why are you so stupid."

Luo Muxiao kicked him: "Gong Yuyang, if you dare to attack me personally again, I will kick you to death."

Gong Yuyang gestured for a truce, sat down beside him, and said, "It doesn't make sense for you to ask me to come. I don't need to make ceramics, and I don't have anyone to give it to."

"Could it be that you have never had anyone you like?" Luo Muxiao looked at him suspiciously.

Gong Yuyang looked away, stared at the mud and said casually, "No."

"Aren't you born without the nerve of love?" Luo Muxiao said, "How can it be possible that you don't have someone you like in this world?"

Gong Yuyang was a bit bored in the house, so he found an excuse to smoke and went out. This ceramics museum is designed with full-length windows, and the curtains block half of the scenery in the room. Gong Yuyang stood behind the curtains smoking, and he could just see Luo Muxiao lowering his head. The profile of his head was seriously made of ceramics. His face was covered with mud, and he looked as dirty as a street child.

His expression was full of seriousness.

In his memory, there seemed to be very few things that Luo Muxiao would be serious about, and most of the time he didn't care much about anything.

Only Gu Zhubai.

Gong Yuyang smoked to the end of the cigarette, biting the butt of the cigarette and did not throw it away, but kept watching Luo Muxiao's movements, his heart seemed to be blocked by something, sour and sour, he couldn't melt it, and he couldn't throw it away.

In this world, how can there be no one you like?

Of course he has.

But he dared not speak out.

Once you say something, you may not even have to be a friend.

Luo Muxiao finally finished the base part, raised his head excitedly and wanted to share with Gong Yuyang, and ran out to find him.

Gong Yuyang hurriedly threw the cigarette away, waved the smoke away with his hands, and asked him what's wrong.

Luo Muxiao pointed to the room and said happily: "Look, Gong Yuyang, just say I'm awesome?"

As soon as Luo Muxiao finished speaking, he felt the other party's fingers gently touch his forehead.

A low voice said: "Your face is covered with mud."

Luo Muxiao stretched out his hand to touch his own face, but in the end, his face became even more muddy.

Gong Yuyang laughed, took out a piece of paper to wipe his face clean, Luo Muxiao closed his eyes and said, "Clean it up for me."

Luo Muxiao waited for a while, but he didn't wait for the feeling of his face being rubbed. He opened his eyes suspiciously, and what he saw was a big hand with distinct bones holding Gong Yuyang's wrist.

Luo Muxiao was stunned for a moment, then took a step back subconsciously, and looked at Gu Zhubai: "...Why are you here?"

Only then did Gu Zhubai let go of Gong Yuyang's hand, and asked blankly, "What are you doing?"

Luo Muxiao: "..."

Gong Yuyang: "..."

Very low air pressure inside the car.

Gu Zhubai seemed, should, maybe was angry.

Luo Muxiao thought quickly in his mind for a long time, using his clever little head, suspecting that Gu Zhubai should mind that Gong Yuyang wiped his face intimately, but then he thought again and denied his own idea. I think too much, maybe Gu Zhubai didn't think about anything, but subconsciously squeezed his hand.

Luo Muxiao peeked at him and said, "Where are you going back?" By the way, he thought about the half-made pottery he had just made.

Gu Zhubai looked at him expressionlessly, but didn't speak.

Luo Muxiao felt a little fuzzy in his heart, and asked him: "Did something happen to the company?"

"No."

"Then..." Luo Muxiao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, mustered up the courage to ask him, "Then you are here, angry?"

Gu Zhubai sneered, noncommittal.

"What are you angry about?" Luo Muxiao's brain ached, why did he sit here and guess what Gu Zhubai was angry about?Whether he is angry or not, what does it have to do with him?

"What do you say?"

Luo Muxiao looked innocent and blank.

Gu Zhubai took a deep breath, calmed down, and then said: "You said you were going to do something romantic, but you ended up doing it with Gong Yuyang. What I rushed over to see was Gong Yuyang wiping your face, let's say You are me, I am you, are you angry?"

Luo Muxiao changed his position and thought for a while, thinking that he might not only be angry, but might want to kill someone.

--and many more.

Luo Muxiao suddenly opened his eyes wide, and suddenly realized something, he turned his head to look at Gu Zhubai: "So you are concerned... the relationship between me and Gong Yuyang is too close?"

The expression on Gu Zhubai's face moved slightly, he turned his head to look at him, and asked back, "What do you think?"

"Are you..." Luo Muxiao asked cautiously, "Jealous?"

Gu Zhubai stopped talking.

A great joy surged in Luo Muxiao's heart, but soon he suppressed the joy, hesitated again and again, and asked: "Gu Zhubai, can you tell me yourself? Don't let me talk to a fool here. Guessing in the same way... I'm afraid that I'll guess a lot like before, and the results are all wrong, all because I am self-righteous and self-righteous."

Gu Zhubai stared at the hand clutching his clothes corner, sighed, and held his wrist.

Luo Muxiao didn't know when he became cautious and cautious.

During the period when Gu Zhubai didn't happen, he suddenly became like this.

The unspeakable sourness filled all limbs and bones, Gu Zhubai stretched out his hand and gently touched Luo Muxiao's face, and said, "Don't come out alone with Gong Yuyang again."

His voice was deep and powerful. Although he didn't say it directly, he had already given obvious hints.

Luo Muxiao didn't think he was stupid, of course he understood what he meant, but he was still worried.

He wanted to get the most direct answer, but Gu Zhubai didn't give it to him, and he would even secretly wonder if Gu Zhubai was the same as before, and his purpose was something else?

Luo Muxiao stared at him blankly.

Gu Zhubai took out two wet tissues and asked him, "What the hell did you do? Why is your face covered in mud?"

Luo Muxiao stammered a bit and said, "I just played around with some dirt."

"Are you still a child?" Gu Zhubai felt a little disgusted, one hand pinched his chin and gently lifted it up, and the other hand carefully wiped off the mud on his face inch by inch.

Each other's breathing is so clear that every pore can be felt, probably because they are too close, Luo Muxiao can even clearly see every eyelash on Gu Zhu's white eyelids, so clear that his face is moving little by little. Red up.

Gu Zhubai has rare tenderness.

He wiped off the mud on his face inch by inch, seriousness written all over his face.

Luo Muxiao pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, held his breath awkwardly, his whole body was so stiff that he didn't even dare to move.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and finally, Gu Zhubai whispered: "It's done."

"Thank you." Luo Muxiao said awkwardly.

Seeing Luo Muxiao whose face was restored to be clean, white and tender, Gu Zhubai also felt a lot more comfortable.He threw away the tissue, rubbed the other person's head, and subconsciously said, "In future romantic matters, just ask me to accompany you."

"……what?"

Luo Muxiao didn't react.

Gu Zhubai had already sat back to his original position, but the movement of pinching his wrist continued.

The driver asked him: "Mr. Gu, where are you going?"

Gu Zhubai said, "Go home."

Come back home.

Romantic words.

One word after another flashed through Luo Muxiao's mind, and at this moment, a great ecstasy suddenly overwhelmed him.

He thought, this time he didn't seem to be wrong.

Perhaps, Gu Zhubai really liked him a little bit.

Luo Muxiao stretched out his hand cautiously, held the other's palm, and wanted to clasp his fingers tightly.

Gu Zhubai flipped his palms and held Luo Muxiao tightly, fulfilling Luo Muxiao's little dream.

The author says:

I worked overtime today so I'm late