Fake is true

Silently confronting each other, Mu Zhou's line of sight did not shift when facing Yan Fangsheng.

"What can you help me with?" After a long time, Yan Fang asked.

He may be sober, or he may still be drunk, and his tone of voice is flat, not deliberately prevaricating, but more like asking a sincere question.

"I can warm you up—"

"But I don't want to." Yan Fang said.

Mu Zhou Feiyang's eyebrows froze instantly.

"Mu Zhou," Yan Fang frowned, and said, "You don't have to try to be nice to me."

"I..." Mu Zhou looked at Yan Fangsheng nervously, he wanted to explain that he didn't deliberately show his favor, he just wanted to do something for Yan Fangsheng.

But why?

The second he spoke truthfully, Yan Fangsheng might ask why.

"Then is it good for you to be nice to me?" Mu Zhou clenched his fingers tightly, "You are nice to me...why can't I be nice to you too?"

Mu Zhou stepped on the edge of the carpet with one foot, with a serious expression and a tense face, like a bow and arrow ready to go, the string has been quietly taut.

Yan Fangsheng didn't expect that Mu Zhou would actually refute with him. After staying for so many days, he didn't notice any other changes, so he was really courageous.

He thought deeply, and was speechless for a while, Mu Zhou thought that he wanted to force himself back with silence, so he quickly said: "You can't be so double-standard."

The tone is too fierce.

After Mu Zhou finished speaking, he immediately made amends and called out "Brother".

Yan Fangsheng said that he would take the soft and not the hard, but Mu Zhou's combination of soft and hard methods actually had an effect.

So much so that he nodded silently, and it wasn't until Mu Zhouxi raised his eyebrows and stepped on his way to the bathroom to fetch water that Yan Fangsheng came back to realize what he had promised.

Dying.

Yan Fangsheng drank the rest of the red wine glass, picked up the cork from the ground and put it into the bottle.

Mu Zhou moved swiftly, and when Yan Fangsheng came back from carrying the water, he hadn't rolled up his trouser legs. Mu Zhou squatted down to put the water down, and covered the basin with a white towel.

Seeing Yan Fangsheng's eyes resting on the towel, Mu Zhou explained, "I found the new towel in the cabinet."

"En." Yan Fang nodded his head.

"Then... I will..." Mu Zhou raised his hands.

"I'll do it myself." Yan Fang said.

"Okay, brother, come by yourself."

Yan Fangsheng stooped to roll up his suit pants, and the thin, metallic prosthesis appeared in front of Mu Zhou's eyes.

Mu Zhou had seen the prosthetic limb being removed and placed on its own, but he hadn't seen it worn on the residual limb yet.

As the trouser legs were pulled up a little bit, the junction of the prosthesis and the knee was exposed, and the protruding part completely wrapped the stump, and the flesh at that place was squeezed.

"Would you like to watch?" Yan Fangsheng suddenly stopped.

"Brother, if you mind, I will close my eyes." Mu Zhou said.

Throwing the question to Yan Fangsheng, Mu Zhou made the same choice as the first time. He closed his eyes and lowered his head.

After a while, there was a small sound, and then there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Mu Zhou guessed that Yan Fangsheng should have taken off the prosthesis.It was dark before his eyes, and if he said he would not look at it, he would not look at it. The steam from the hot water swayed to his face, and Mu Zhou felt his face was wet.

At this moment, the warm fingertips hooked his chin to draw Mu Zhou to look up.

"Open your eyes." Yan Fang said.

Mu Zhou's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes.

Yan Fangsheng withdrew his hand, the heat from the skin-to-skin contact quickly dissipated, and Mu Zhou stroked his chin as if scratching an itch.

"Let's do it." Yan Fangsheng moved his shoulders back and leaned against the sofa, Mu Zhou lowered his head, his suit pants had been wrapped completely, exposing his stump.

The surgical section was very flat, the terminal muscles showed signs of atrophy, the place in contact with the prosthesis was reddish, and there were hard calluses on the epidermis.

Mu Zhou's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly had difficulty breathing.

He forced himself to focus on that small spot instead of looking at it as a whole, but found it was not possible.

Mu Zhou thought that he could accept the fact that Yan Fangsheng was incomplete, but when Yan Fangsheng really took off the prosthesis to reveal the scar, Mu Zhou realized that he could not accept it.

It's not because the muscular atrophy section is too ugly, nor is it because the fear is difficult to see, but because Mu Zhou feels distressed.

A person who should have been perfect and strong was teased by fate to carve an indelible scar for the rest of his life, and this scar would pop out from time to time to show his presence and give Yan Fangsheng pain.

Just thinking about it, Mu Zhou's heart aches.

"Isn't it ugly?" Yan Fangsheng took out a cigarette from his suit jacket and lit it, and took a puff with his face sideways. The thin light and drifting smoke made his expression inexplicable.

Mu Zhou shook his head.

"Not ugly."

"Minors are not allowed to lie." Yan Fangsheng breathed out at him.

Mu Zhou closed his eyes, and the smell of cigarettes rushed into his nostrils.

The scraper generally invades the trachea, which is a very strong taste, full of wildness.

"I'm not lying." Mu Zhou shook his head again, his eyes firm.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, Yan Fang didn't avoid his voice, and let Mu Zhou's palm stick to his crippled part.

The body temperature was transmitted alternately, and Mu Zhou suddenly said: "This is a medal."

Yan Fangsheng paused, and the long strip of soot was shaken and landed on Yan Fangsheng's suit pants in a curved motion in the air.

The ashes exploded, and the suit pants were mottled.

Mu Zhou squatted halfway, the height was just right for him, without thinking about it, he lowered his head and blew a breath, blowing all the soot on the ground.

Before asking for credit and reward, his forehead was forced open.

Yan Fangsheng stretched out his hand and let Mu Zhou's head return to the normal social distance.

"The water is getting cold." Yan Fangsheng leaned over and crushed the cigarette into the ashtray.

Mu Zhou put his hand into the basin to test the water temperature, "It's not bad."

Putting the towel into the basin to get wet, the God of Wealth who didn't know when he walked around to the side of the two of them lay down on the side of the basin and rested his forelimbs on the eaves of the basin feebly.

"Don't move around." Mu Zhou moved God of Wealth's forelimbs away.

The God of Wealth probably thought it was interesting, and felt that Mu Zhou was making fun of it, so he put his paw on it again, and went back and forth several times. Hold and press the bite ball with your front body and head.

Without the God of Wealth to interrupt, Mu Zhou wrung out the towel, and then covered Yan Fangsheng's lap with the steaming towel.

Wrapped tightly around it, and pressed a few times through the towel.

"Are you comfortable?" Mu Zhou raised his eyes to observe Yan Fangsheng's reaction.

"Comfortable."

"Will it hurt to press?"

"will not."

Mu Zhou was relieved, and continued to massage through the towel, three circles to the left and three circles to the right, and pinched against the flesh for 2 minutes. After Mu Zhou felt that the towel was not hot, he took it off and immersed it in water.

After going back and forth several times, until the water in the basin was no longer hot, Mu Zhou stood up and wanted to change a basin of water.

"enough."

"Ok?"

"I've said enough." Yan Fang said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Is it useful?" Mu Zhou's eyes lit up.

"Well, it works."

"That's great," Mu Zhou smiled, "I'll always help you like this from now on."

"Not tired?"

Shaking his head like a rattle, Mu Zhou said, "I'm not tired."

"I didn't even try hard, what's the matter?"

He poured out the water with a basin in his hand, threw a ball for the God of Wealth on the way back, and saw Yan Fangsheng lit a new cigarette to continue smoking.

The trousers were down, and the prosthetic was standing against the sofa.

Staring at the standing prosthesis, Mu Zhou asked, "Brother, can the prosthesis be customized?"

"Ah."

Mu Zhou glanced at the whole black metal value, and asked, "Does that mean you can add patterns on it?"

"Manufacturers should not include prosthetics and plastic surgery items when they let products leave the factory."

"Oh." Mu Zhou responded.

"What's the point of adding patterns to prosthetics?"

"It's special," Mu Zhou smiled, "It's just... different from other people's."

He said: "Customize the coolest one."

"Then you come." Yan Fang said in a voice.

"Huh?" Mu Zhou's smile froze on his face.

"Don't you know how to draw?" Yan Fangsheng pointed his finger at the prosthetic, "Take this to practice."

"I don't know what to draw." Mu Zhou's mind went blank.

"It's all right."

"What if the painting is ugly?"

"I don't wear shorts."

The implication is that no one will see it.

When Mu Zhou heard it, his heart was about to move, and he really had an idea of ​​what Yan Fangsheng said.

"Brother, wait for me, I" Mu Zhou looked left and right, "I'll go upstairs to get some propylene."

"Don't worry." Yan Fangsheng raised his hand to look at his watch, "I'll have time in the future."

"I'm not sleepy!" Mu Zhou said quickly.

Without waiting for Yan Fangsheng to say another word, Mu Zhou quickly turned around and left, saying, "Brother, wait, I'll be right there."

Like a rabbit, jumping fast.

Yan Fangsheng watched the person go upstairs, squeezed the space between his eyebrows with one hand to relieve his fatigue.

After all, Mu Zhou was young, and he didn't feel tired after all the tossing around. Yan Fangsheng drank too much all night, and he was overwhelmed with sleepiness.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yan Fangsheng opened the small drawer under the coffee table and took out a roll of elastic bandages. He lifted up his trousers and wrapped the elastic bandages. Yan Fangsheng patted his legs.

The rain outside the window was endless, and it never stopped. Yan Fangsheng imitated Mu Zhou's technique and squeezed his legs, but found that it was not right. It was out of place. He remembered that Zhou Shuyue once said that he was just trying to torture people's lives. Now Yan Fangsheng agrees, yes It's quite annoying to wait on.

Mu Zhou took the paint for five or six minutes, and when he ran downstairs, he explained to himself: "I've been looking for the color just now, and I can't find it all."

Later, when he realized that the colors could be adjusted, Mu Zhou let it go, and decided to give up struggling.

The acrylic was newly bought last time, and it has not been opened and used. There is no low stool in the living room, so Mu Zhou simply sat on the carpet and tore off the acrylic packaging one by one.

After picking up a bucket of water and wet the brush again, Mu Yi held the palette in one hand and put the prosthetic in front of him with the other.

"Can you see it?" Yan Fang asked.

"Yes." Mu Zhou replied bluntly. After the answer, he found that Yan Fang's voice should be talking about the lighting problem. The floor lamp is too yellow, and the color cast is serious.

"I turned on the incandescent lamp." Mu Zhou said.

The preparatory work was slowly spread out, Mu Zhou's fingers were stiff, and he secretly took a deep breath.

He is very confident in his painting skills. After all, he has learned for many years. He is not afraid to show his timidity in front of others. However, Yan Fangsheng is different because Yan Fangsheng not only understands, but also draws very well. good.

Mu Zhou was worried that his two skills were not enough for Yan Fangsheng.

"What are you dazed for?"

"I was thinking about drawing something." Mu Zhou argued.

"Anything is fine."

"Really?"

"Ah."

After pondering for a moment, Mu Zhou dipped the clean brush in water twice, and dipped into the paint to poke the first stroke of color.

Thinking that every stroke of his hand would be seen by Yan Fangsheng, Mu Zhou tensed up from the moment he picked up the pen for fear of making a mistake, and the nervousness lasted until the last stroke, and Mu Zhou let out a foul breath.

Looking at his work with satisfaction, Mu Zhou smiled happily, feeling that he could at least surpass the passing line in Yan Fangsheng's eyes. He was elated, and Mu Zhou turned the artificial limb to Yan Fangsheng to look at it. When his eyes touched Yan Fangsheng, Mu Zhou hadn't said a word yet: " Brother, look!" Shengsheng held back.

——Yan Fangsheng fell asleep.

He tilted his head and sat in an awkward posture. Mu Zhou relaxed his movements instantly, and put down the prosthesis lightly.

Mu Zhou didn't know when Yan Fangsheng fell asleep, nor did he notice Yan Fangsheng's fatigue.

Otherwise, according to Yan Fangsheng's personality, if he was not extremely sleepy, he would never fall asleep at this time.

The blue and black under the eyes are obvious, and the alcohol may make Yan Fangsheng sleep well. Mu Zhou used his eyes to trace Yan Fangsheng's profound facial features, and he was reluctant to move his eyes away.