Fake is true

Yan Fangsheng hung up the phone.

But Mu Zhou was still immersed in Zheng Chang's roar.

"Digong?" Mu Zhou repeated the name, and looked at the puppies who were still having fun on the floor.

"You think of one yourself." Yan Fang said in a voice.

Mu Zhou was in a constant state of excitement, he had a faint guess, but he was not sure, full of suspicion, he asked, "Brother, is this dog...?"

"Buy whatever you want."

Mu Zhou blinked, the base of his nose suddenly felt sore.

It was so sour that he didn't even react.

It was about the same speed as a gust of wind blowing over. There was no wind blowing sand in front of him, which dazzled his eyes and caused Mu Zhou to have the urge to cry.

"Ah... Ang," Mu Zhou lowered his head in a panic, took his backpack and hugged it in front of his chest, "Brother, I'll go up and put a schoolbag before I come down."

Then, without waiting for Yan Fangsheng's response, he rushed upstairs. Yan Fangsheng didn't pay attention to Mu Zhou's expression at first, and only noticed him after listening to his inconsistent words.

Mu Zhou ran extremely fast, and Yan Fangsheng could tell that his reaction was unusual without even thinking about it.

Striding up to the second floor, Mu Zhou closed the door as soon as he stepped into the room. He raised his arm and wiped away the tears welling up in his eyes. He is not a master of shaping emotions, nor does he have the ability to recover immediately. Mu Zhou wiped away his tears and stared at the void with red eyes, yet he has not recovered from his turbulent mood.

Mu Zhou doesn't like to cry, really doesn't like to cry.

He is not a squeamish person, but he seems to have cried many times after meeting Yan Fangsheng.

When his parents were alive, Mu Zhou didn’t feel terrified when he was loved, just like eating and drinking water, being loved and cared for was easy to get, this state lasted until they left, Mu Zhou became a person without support Only then did I realize the value of being loved.

However, Yan Fangsheng secretly helped him fill this vacancy, paying special attention to even the slightest wish.

Obviously something to be happy about, but Mu Zhou felt uncomfortable.

Because Yan Fangsheng understood him, but he didn't understand Yan Fangsheng.

Because Yan Fangsheng had done so much, but he couldn't do anything for Yan Fangsheng.

Because the more considerate, gentle and perfect Yan Fangsheng was, the deeper he... fell into it.

From the time of Chen Dong's farce, Mu Zhou had faintly had a faint consciousness, and this shallow consciousness swelled and increased day by day with the passage of time, growing to a level that Mu Zhou could not ignore.Until now, even if Mu Zhou doesn't look at it, think about it, or think about it, that part of consciousness has not diminished, but has grown wantonly under Yan Fangsheng's every gentle care.

At the beginning of the birth of consciousness, Mu Zhou didn't stop it, and now he can't stop it even more.

It has grown from a seed to a towering tree, swaying gracefully in front of Mu Zhou's eyes, reminding him not to ignore his own existence.

Mu Zhou wanted to stop, stop, and slow down, but the roots of this big tree controlled the beating of his heart's lifeline, and the blood was transported all the time, constantly changing the consciousness that the big tree wanted to convey.

This big tree clearly told Mu Zhou that he fell in love with Yan Fangsheng.

It's not the so-called admiration of minors for adults, nor is it because of the imbalance in their heart that they want to please deliberately, and it's not a whim of strange curiosity, he just really likes Yan Fangsheng.

Mu Zhou embraced himself with both hands, buried his head in the crook of his arms, and pinched his nails on the flesh.

For Mu Zhou, this is not good news to celebrate, but it makes him worry and suffer.

He didn't know if he could hide this joy, but Mu Zhou knew he must not let it out.

If Yan Fangsheng knew, it would probably be troublesome, and it might even make him think of cutting off contact with him.

Mu Zhou couldn't bear it just thinking about it.

He was used to Yan Fang's voice, so he couldn't accept such a good way to stay away from himself.

Yan Fangsheng walked into his life calmly and slowly, as flat as a stream without a drop, and it could not be stopped when Mu Zhou was not alert, so that he could not accept all the changes, all the changes of Yan Fangsheng's departure.

Because it must not be gentle and happy, and shock and pain will follow.

Tears had long been hidden in his sleeves and disappeared, Mu Zhou raised his head, feeling that he had been shrunk for too long.

To Yan Fangsheng, is his sudden departure considered a faux pas?

It was agreed to leave a schoolbag and go down. This period of time was probably enough for Mu Zhou to go up and down to play the schoolbag more than twenty times.

Mu Zhou thought for two seconds and stood up on the ground, got up and went to the toilet to wash his face, wiped off all the water marks with a paper towel, and Mu Zhou stared at himself in the mirror.

His skin is as white as his mother's, with a little red at the end of his eyes, which is particularly conspicuous.Mu Zhou rubbed his face and smiled at the mirror, the corners of his mouth raised high, his smile was stiff and ugly.

Smile too fake.

The purple-blue bruise at the base of the nose was already very light, so Mu Zhou didn't put on a Band-Aid today, and the bruise appeared suddenly on his face, which was a bit funny.

Mu Zhou put his slightly long bangs to the position above the bridge of the nose, trying to block the funny with that bit of broken hair, but the effect may be there, but the effect is very little.

That lock of hair moved left and right, no matter how much it could be covered, Mu Zhou gave up, anyway, Yan Fangsheng had seen more ridiculous times.

After another delay, Mu Zhou felt that there was nothing strange about it, so he put the schoolbag left behind the door on the table, and Mu Zhou opened the door and went downstairs. He tidied up everything and felt that he could deal with Yan Fangsheng perfectly, but he didn't see Yan Fangsheng downstairs. figure.

The dog was still downstairs, and when it heard the sound, it rushed to Mu Zhou's legs and jumped back and forth. Mu Zhou squatted down to touch it, and the puppy proudly raised his head to let Mu Zhou touch its chin.

"Did brother give you a name?" Mu Zhou picked up the dog, and the puppy writhed restlessly in his arms. Mu Zhou couldn't hold it, so he had to let it jump to the ground.

"Wow!" The puppy squatted, wagging its tail.

"I don't understand what you're saying." Mu Zhou stroked the fur on its back.

"Wang!"

"how old are you?"

"Wang!"

"You and the God of Wealth look alike."

"Wang!"

"are you hungry?"

"Wang!"

"I'll ask my brother if I can feed you later."

"Wang!"

No matter what Mu Zhou said, it would bark. After coming and going, Mu Zhou started playing with the dog.

There was no one around, Mu Zhou leaned over and said secretly: "Tell me quietly, brother brought you back because of me."

The puppy who barked all the way down suddenly stopped talking. Originally, Mu Zhou just wanted to have fun and thought it was fun, but now the puppy refused to agree to him on key issues, which made him unhappy.

"Aren't you barking?" Mu Zhou didn't give up, knelt on the ground and touched the wet tip of his nose with his fingers.

The puppy whimpered and lay down.

"Woof?" Mu Zhou was upset.

How uncomfortable, it should be barking all the time.

Why is it not barking anymore?

"Are you hungry?"

Mu Zhou frowned, arching a small arc between his brows, "Wow."

"Wang Wang?"

Puppies still shouldn't.

Mu Yi patted the floor and raised his voice slightly, "Wow, woof!"

The puppy cheered up, but Mu Zhou Ruyi didn't let it go. It ran away, flicked its tail, and started running in circles in the living room.

Mu Zhou: "..."

The dog can't catch up, and the person is still a little speechless.

"Wang what?"

A steady male voice came from behind, Mu Zhou looked back sharply, and Yan Fangsheng stood not far from him with a burning cigarette in his mouth.

The bedroom door was open, but Mu Zhou didn’t hear any movement. Yan Fangsheng changed into soft-soled cotton mops when he entered the room. The sound was quiet when he walked, and Mu Zhou was still preoccupied with chatting with the dog. How could he tell the difference? Turn your ears to other sounds.

Blushing in embarrassment, Mu Zhou didn't expect to lose face in front of Yan Fangsheng so soon after realizing his intentions.

"Still up?" Yan Fangsheng held the cigarette in his hand and let out a breath.

Mu Zhou hurriedly stood up, the culprit in front of him passed by, and it made a crisp sound on the floor.

Yan Fangsheng has never felt that this house has been so lively since he lived in it, and now it is full of life because of a dog.

"It's so noisy."

Hearing the evaluation, Mu Zhou put his hands behind his back and asked, "Brother, don't you like it?"

"Why don't you like me bringing it back?" Yan Fangsheng asked back.

Hearing this, Mu Zhou was happy again.

Although it cannot be compared, Mu Zhou couldn't help but replace the "it" in Yan Fangsheng's words with himself.

I don't know what kind of strange psychological state it is compared with a dog, but Mu Zhou thinks that such a replacement seems to be justified.

The unhappy mood because the puppy is not barking is quickly relieved.

"So what did you just lie on the ground and bark with it?"

After all, the topic turned to the beginning.

Mu Yi choked, and said in a panic, "You're just playing with it, so call him."

"Nothing else."

Mu Zhou said: "You know the Wangwang gift bag, right? The Wang I said... means getting rich."

Yan Fangsheng was listening quite seriously, but he felt something was wrong when he heard it later, and he didn't expose Mu Zhou's nonsense, and said indifferently: "You make money from it, do you really use it as the God of Public Wealth?"

"No, I'm talking nonsense."

Yan Fang laughed aloud, and crushed the cigarette into the ashtray.

"Think about it and give it a name."

"Me?" Mu Zhou waved his hand, "Brother, it's up to you, I don't know what to call it."

"Call whatever you want." Yan Fang sounded as if he didn't care.

Mu Zhou meditated for half a minute, without a clue, a clue flashed through his mind suddenly, what did he think of, he tried with a suffocated smile: Lord "Land"?

The three words could not be read completely, because Yan Fangsheng covered his mouth with his hand.

With warm palms pressed against his face, Mu Zhou suddenly stiffened.

Yan Fangsheng exerted force, and his lips, cheeks and nose were pressed.

"Don't be like Zheng Chang," Yan Fang said.

Mu Zhou's mind wandered too far, watching Yan Fangsheng's mouth opening and closing, but he didn't hear anything clearly, until Yan Fangsheng withdrew his hand, and the light air had an open channel to penetrate into the lungs from the nasal cavity to wake up part of Mu Zhou's mind.

"Let's make a fuss, it doesn't look like a dog at all." Yan Fangsheng said, retracting the hand that covered his face, and immediately put it in his trouser pocket.

"Ang." Mu Zhou was in a daze, in order to divert the shock caused by the scene just now, and to prevent Yan Fangsheng from seeing the strangeness, he coughed lightly, and shouted at the running dog: "Make trouble."

This time the dog gave me the dough, and swooped over, flicked his ears, and yelled, "Wow!"