Fake is true

The driver let go of his hand uncomfortably, and stood there watching Mu Zhou help him back into the room before leaving.

Mu Zhou's mouth is faster than his brain, so is it a big deal for someone to help him in?Why not ask the driver to help?

While Mu Zhou was thinking wildly, his other hand was not strong enough, so he could only wrap his arms around Yan Fangsheng's back.

Yan Fangsheng was really drunk, and he couldn't walk in a straight line. Mu Zhou not only had to bear the force of Yan Fangsheng's deflection, but also had to take care not to be deflected by Yan Fangsheng's vocal cords and run around.

Mu Zhou's face was swollen to pretend to be a fat man, and it was impossible to ask someone to come back to help him. Looking at the short staircase leading directly to the gate, Mu Zhou gritted his teeth, and held him firmly with his hands, not forgetting to tell: "Brother, hold me steady."

The smell of baijiu permeated the two of them, as strong as the morning mist that could not melt away in the morning. Just by smelling this smell, Mu Zhou felt that he was about to get drunk.

"En." Yan Fangsheng leaned sideways against Mu Zhou, with half of his body weight on him, "Is it heavy?"

"Alright." Mu Zhou supported him to go up, and after half a minute's hesitation, he finally reached the top of the steps.

The degree of difficulty of entering the door and changing shoes is quite high, Mu Zhou thought for a second and then chose to give up, carried him to the living room, helped Yan Fangsheng to sit on the sofa safely, Mu Zhou let out a deep breath.

Yan Fangsheng leaned back on the neck of the sofa, closed his eyes and raised his hand to loosen the tie. Alcohol paralyzed his senses, and even the incomparably familiar movement of untying the tie was extremely slow.

As if in slow motion, the slender fingers were struggling at the neckline, Mu Zhou stood up straight, and his eyes were unconsciously attracted by Yan Fangsheng's movements.

It's a pity that the clumsiness is just clumsiness, and it just took a long time. Yan Fangsheng quickly took off the tie and threw it aside.

Pressing the forehead with one hand, and pressing the other hand on the crook of the knee, Yan Fangsheng stretched out his palm and kneaded his temple, his closed eyes were facing the light, Mu Zhou saw this and turned on the floor lamp on one side, turning the dazzling The overhead lights are off.

"Brother, do you want to go back to your room to rest first?" Mu Zhou knelt down and asked Yan Fangsheng.

"I'll go there by myself later." Yan Fangsheng closed his eyes and said.

"Oh." Mu Zhou kept squatting and looked at it for a while, then took out his phone from his pocket and started searching.

He fiddled for a while, Yan Fangsheng didn't hear Mu Zhou's voice for a long time, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he hadn't left yet.

The man was squatting facing Yan Fangsheng, and was swiping with his mobile phone in his hand.

Because the light of the floor lamp was dim, and Mu Zhou turned up the brightness of the phone screen, his face was illuminated in white, and a small black mole on his right cheek was very conspicuous. His mouth was pursed into a straight line. Thinking about something on the phone.

"Did you finish your homework?" Yan Fangsheng circled his neck to relieve his sleepiness.

"It's done." Mu Zhou raised his eyes and replied.

"What are you doing squatting here?" Yan Fangsheng asked again.

"In Baidu." Mu Zhou said, "Look for hangover soup."

Yan Fang smiled and asked slowly, "Has Baidu arrived yet?"

"Well, but I don't think it's very tasty." Mu Zhou frowned.

The hangover soup recipes given on the Internet all look like dark dishes. I don’t know if it is palatable or not.

"No need to bother, just help me mix a bowl of sugar water."

"Is it useful?" Mu Zhou asked.

"should."

Yan Fangsheng didn't know if it was useful or not, he hadn't tried it, but Zhou Shuyue would prepare a bowl of sugar water when his father was drunk in the early years.

For himself, Yan Fangsheng actually enjoyed the feeling of being paralyzed by alcohol, it wasn't too good, and it wasn't too bad, but Mu Zhou squatted there to search for sober soup for him, which made Yan Fangsheng feel that he couldn't live up to the good intentions of the child.

"Then I'll get it, bro, wait for me." Mu Zhou put his phone in his pocket, stood up, and ran to the kitchen with thumping feet. The God of Wealth followed him when he saw him running, and everyone crowded into the kitchen. inside.

After searching for a while, Mu Zhou found the white sugar in a corner of the refrigerator.

After scooping up two spoonfuls of hot water, Mu Zhou stirred and tested the temperature with the back of his hand against the wall of the cup.

At the beginning, all the water was put in boiling water, and it was heated outside. Mu Zhou added cold water at the end and felt that it was not enough, and it was hot, so he added some more to fill the cup until it reached the suitable temperature he thought.

The mouth of the cup was filled to the brim, leaving only a small gap. Mu Zhou was afraid that he would sway everywhere if he moved too much, so he whispered to the God of Wealth not to squeeze him, went to the kitchen and poured a small half of the cup, and dragged it slowly with his heels. The walking posture on the ground returned to normal.

Handed the water glass to Yan Fangsheng, who took a sip and put it on the coffee table.

"Thank you."

Yan Fangsheng seemed to have almost rested, and the burnout on his brows caused by the wine subsided a lot.

Eyelids pressed down, Yan Fangsheng's gaze stayed on the cup noodles.The personal charm of an adult man is fully displayed in Yan Fangsheng, and his gestures are all appropriate and measured.

Mu Zhou really didn't understand where he was obsessed, a voice in his mind called him to glance away, but his eyes were fixed on Yan Fangsheng again.

"I'm fine." Yan Fang said as he twirled his fingers around the mouth of the cup.

"So fast?" Mu Zhou said subconsciously, and it was only after Tulu finished that he realized how stupid he was asking.

Sure enough, Yan Fangsheng smiled when he heard the words.

Yan Fang said: "Not drunk."

"Oh." Mu Zhou nodded to show that he understood, his ears were scorching hot from that chuckle, and he felt uncomfortable, and at this moment he was completely stiff when exposed to Yan Fangsheng's eyes, so he said indiscriminately: "Then I Just go upstairs first, I...I have to go"

Mu Zhou went there for a long time and did not go out to find out why, Yan Fangsheng said: "Well, you go."

She is extremely considerate, and there is no need for Mu Zhou to find a reason.

"it is good."

Going upstairs quickly, Mu Zhou walked faster and faster, until he reached the second floor, he couldn't control it anymore, and covered his face with his hands.

With his heart beating violently, Mu Zhou covered his chest and breathed gently.

Something is wrong.

Quickly closing the door and laying down on the bed, Mu Zhou stretched out his limbs and stared at the ceiling in a daze. After being dazed for a long time, Mu Zhou turned over and lay down on the bed, took out his mobile phone and searched for WeChat, and found Chen Dong in the undeleted chat box and opened it.

A boat: Did Lao Du make things difficult for you?

Old Du dove Chen Dong at noon, and only called people to the office after school in the afternoon. When Chen Dong parted with them, he looked constipated, with a sense of heroism that he would never come back after a long journey.

—Look at my new nickname.

Chen Dong sent a message.

Mu Zhou clicked on his personal information inexplicably, and found that Chen Dong had changed his nickname to "My heart is dead".

a ship:? ? ? ?

A boat: What happened to you, Lao Du?

Mu Zhou sat up straight from the bed.

My heart is dead: he didn't do anything to me

My heart is dead: he just threatened me

A boat: what threatens you?

My heart is dead: He threatened me to call my mother to truthfully report my personal physical and mental health if the total final score did not increase by [-] points

a ship:……

My heart is dead: what can I use to climb forward [-] points, and die?

A boat: Lao Du should be joking

My heart is dead: I wish

My heart is dead: I look away

My heart is dead: I am very Buddha-nature now, and tomorrow I will visit a nunnery to eat fast and chant Buddha

A boat: why not go to the Monk Temple?

My heart is dead: Are you stupid?

My heart is dead: I'm not really gay!

My heart is dead: Have you been brainwashed by Jiang Xin!

a boat: ... no

My heart is dead: Hey!I really didn't watch that video on purpose, I can swear to God with all my conscience, if there is half a lie, just come directly to Dao Lei and beat me to death!

Chen Dong was impassioned. If the two of them were dialing the phone now, they would probably be able to directly produce a Xinhua dictionary to state their innocence.

—Of course I know you’re not…

boom -

Before he finished typing Mu Zhou, a white light flashed outside the window, and thunder suddenly broke out.

Turning his neck slowly, Mu Zhou stared blankly at the window.

Two minutes later, the sound of pattering rain hit the window, followed by news from Chen Dong.

My heart is dead:……

My heart is dead: My heart is really dead, let the future and the past go away with the wind

Mu Zhou couldn't stop laughing, and sent the screenshot of the chat to the small group of four. Chen Dong was furious, and sent more than a dozen emoticons to accuse Mu Zhou.

But because Jiang Xin and Jiang Xin came to support, Mu Zhou didn't receive much firepower.

The small desk was facing the open window. Mu Zhou smiled and got up to seal the window tightly to prevent the rainwater from splashing into the room. The water droplets on the transparent glass rubbed against his fingertips, leaving cold wet marks.

All the books were packed up, and Mu Zhou absent-mindedly put away the schoolbag.

Suddenly there was thunder again, Mu Zhou was stunned, suddenly thought of something, turned around and ran downstairs in big strides, two steps at a time, he ran very fast.

The wooden floor was trampled, and when Mu Zhou went down to the first floor, the God of Wealth, who was lying on his stomach downstairs, pricked up his ears and looked towards Mu Zhou.

Mu Zhou went straight to the living room, Yan Fangsheng was still sitting on the sofa, but there was an open bottle of red wine next to the glass, and the cork rolled on the floor.

He has a glass of wine in his hand.

It seems that he must have drunk a lot, and the wine bottle has already lost a small half.

When Mu Zhou saw Yan Fangsheng, he slowed down his pace, and walked slowly in front of Yan Fangsheng, the two of them were silent, and Mu Zhou couldn't speak.

Yan Fangsheng put down his wine glass and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you drop something?"

Mu Zhou shook his head.

"It's raining."

"Oh, like this."

"Brother, are you in pain now?"

It stands to reason that Yan Fangsheng would have noticed the rain in advance, and the wound would have reminded him of the weather.

Mu Zhou tried his best to recall whether Yan Fangsheng felt strange when he helped him enter the door, and found that he was really well hidden, and Mu Zhou didn't notice it at all.

"Drunk, it doesn't hurt very much." Yan Fang said.

He was indifferent, as if the pain was just insignificant, Mu Zhou couldn't tell if he was lying, Yan Fangsheng's acting skills were superb.

"Brother, do you want to take off the prosthesis?" After a while, Mu Zhou asked.

In the past, Yan Fangsheng would immediately remove the prosthesis when he returned home, because the prosthesis would squeeze the wound and cause pain if worn for too long.

"Not for now." Yan Fangsheng refused.

Mu Zhou's heartfelt thoughts were rejected from the very beginning, and he stood stiffly in the same place, not knowing what to say.

Yan Fangsheng saw his embarrassment, and said to him: "Don't worry about me, go to sleep."

Mu Zhou's heart ached, his eyes were as astringent as sand.

Yan Fangsheng usually seems to be close to him, but in reality it is just Mu Zhou's imagination.

From the beginning until now, Yan Fangsheng has always maintained a high wall, silently refusing anyone to set foot.

Closed inside the high wall are his own scars that cannot be shown to others.

His throat was hoarse, and Mu Zhou didn't move.

He stood stubbornly on the spot, and the sound of rain intensified in his ears, Mu Zhou said: "But I... want to help you."