Fake is true

Muzhou's parents followed the principle of "free-ranging". After Muzhou was 15 years old, they often went out together, often ranging from a few days to half a month, in the euphemistic name of cultivating Muzhou's independence.

Facts have proved that this method is effective. Mu Zhou was indeed well-bred. He learned to cook by himself very early, and he did very well.

It's just that he didn't expect to use his hidden skills as soon as he set foot here.

"There should be some vegetables in the freezer, and the fast food is placed at the bottom." Yan Fang said.

"Okay." Mu Zhou checked the refrigerator, and found that there were all kinds of things in it, even if he fried a few dishes, it was more than enough, but he didn't do anything else, but turned to Yan Fangsheng, "Do you like tomato and egg noodles?"

"Yes." Yan Fang said, "The noodles are in the kitchen, I'm not sure if there are any."

He rarely set foot in the kitchen, and the last time he used it was to make a pot of red wine and tea a week ago because he couldn't sleep at night.

Mu Zhou took the tomatoes and eggs, closed the door with his arms wrapped around him, and said within half a minute after entering the kitchen, "Yes, I found it!"

"it is good."

Yan Fangsheng was outside, and soon heard noises coming from the kitchen, he stopped for a moment, and pushed the wheelchair into the spare bedroom on the first floor.After closing the door, Yan Fangsheng picked up the loose suit trousers and removed the prosthesis.

The connected affected area was red and swollen, hideous and ugly, and the nerves in the thigh throbbed and hurt like needles.

Yan Fangsheng frowned, his deep-set eyebrows revealing his depressed mood.

Throwing the prosthesis on the ground, he put down the suit pants on his right leg, which was empty, and the suit pants fluttered lonely in the air a few times.

The incomplete part is really conspicuous, and the position of the lower leg on the right is missing.

Yan Fangsheng swept left and right, took a blanket from the bed and put it on his legs, covering his legs completely before leaving the room.

Mu Zhou's movements were swift, and it didn't take long for him to put the noodles on the dining table.

"I don't know what seasoning you like, so I just put salt." Mu Zhou also took out the seasoning and signaled Yan Fangsheng to season it himself.

"I don't need to call you." Yan Fang moved to the dining table, Mu Zhou sat down and found that the height of the dining table was slightly lower than usual.

"Then what should I call you...you?" Mu Zhou asked while pinching his chopsticks.

Yan Fangsheng unbuttoned his suit, "Call me brother."

"Oh...Brother." Mu Zhou stirred the noodles in the bowl, and the heat surged.

"Hey." Yan Fang responded, and added some seasonings to the bowl.

It was too late, and Mu Zhou had already passed his hunger. He ate a few mouthfuls and then began to pick up noodles and drink soup with a bowl.But Yan Fang said no, he seemed to be really hungry, he ate quickly, but he was not whole, his eating habits were very good, and he would not make any noise.

The two people who were not close enough were suddenly taken to the same table to eat together. Even if Mu Zhou was full, he was too embarrassed to put his chopsticks away to do other things. A bowl of soup was stopped and drunk, and Mu Zhou secretly looked at Yan Fangsheng while drinking the soup. .

Yan Fangsheng looked much more handsome than in the photo.

"Are you full?" Yan Fangsheng suddenly put down his chopsticks and said, Mu Zhou, who was looking at him, was startled, and put down his bowl too.

"I'm full." Mu Zhou nodded.

"Then talk?" Yan Fangsheng stretched out his hand to draw out the paper, the paper tube was too far away from his position, Mu Zhou stood up and pushed the paper tube in front of Yan Fangsheng naturally, then sat down again, sitting obediently.

Mu Zhou said, "Okay."

"Why did you suddenly change your mind?" Yan Fang asked.

Mu Zhou had expected that he would ask, so he prepared a draft on the way, but Yan Fang didn't say anything at that time, so he kept silent.

"I encountered a little trouble." Mu Zhou said.

Yan Fangsheng wiped his hands and said casually, "Is it a little trouble that I can listen to?"

"My cousin and the others want to move in and live with me." Mu Zhou said.

"You don't want to?" Yan Fangsheng crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can at the corner of the table.

"...Well." Mu Zhou bit his lip in embarrassment, "I don't really want them to live in my house."

He was a little afraid to confide his true thoughts to Yan Fangsheng, Mu Zhou was afraid that the other party would think he was making a fuss out of a molehill.

It's just a house, it's just...

"You don't want them to enter your and your parents' private territory?" Yan Fang said with inexplicable certainty, "I shouldn't have used the word wrong, right?"

Mu Zhou raised his eyes in astonishment, not understanding why Yan Fangsheng could understand his thoughts so accurately.

"Yes." The syllable turned around in his mouth, and Mu Zhou responded.

"Okay, then follow what I mentioned to you before. If you are worried, you can find a notary lawyer to sign a contract. I will not participate in your inheritance and insurance compensation."

"No," Mu Zhou said, "I trust you."

Yan Fangsheng's hand holding the glass stopped in the air.

"Didn't your parents tell you to be wary of strangers?" Yan Fangsheng took a sip of hot water to moisten his throat, and left the glass on the table, "Don't trust others easily."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and twisted the wheelchair, and said, "You don't need to wash the dishes. Someone will clean them up tomorrow. I'll show you the room."

Mu Zhou got up when he heard the words, and slowly stood behind Yan Fangsheng.

"There are no vacant rooms on the first floor, and there are two guest bedrooms on the second floor. You can check it yourself and choose whatever you want."

"Okay, thank you...Brother, I will apply to the school to live on campus tonight after I finish my stay."

"You want to live on campus?" Yan Fangsheng turned to look at him.

"Ah."

Mu Zhou stood with his back straight, looking like a thin pine tree.

Yan Fangsheng understood, this kid didn't come to rely on him, he just came to find an excuse to block others, with a guardian, he no longer needs to worry about his cousin.

"Where do you have classes?"

"Eleventh Middle School." Mu Zhou answered every question. He lowered his head slightly, and there was a curl on his forehead, which disturbed his bangs disobediently. When he bowed his head, there was a small broken hair.

"It's very close to here, so let's live at home for the time being." Yan Fang said, "I can't take care of you if you live on campus. If you want to live on campus after a while after you stabilize, it won't be too late."

After he calmly stated his suggestion, without waiting for Mu Zhou to think about it, he said again: "Go up and sleep, the guest bedroom has prepared toiletries."

"...Okay," the opinion was answered lightly, Mu Zhou glanced at Yan Fangsheng, and asked in a low voice: "Do you need me to help you upstairs?"

"No, I'll live below today." Yan Fang said.

Reminiscent of his saying that he is not fit to stand up tonight, Mu Zhou thinks that his legs are uncomfortable.

But the blanket was tightly covered, blocking all the prying eyes of Mu Zhou.

"Rest early." Yan Fangsheng rested his hands on his waist and abdomen. Although he was much shorter than Mu Zhou in a wheelchair, his words seemed to have a thousand catties of force, which could not be ignored, let alone refused.

It is very impolite to explore the secrets that others don't want to reveal. Mu Zhou stopped talking, and he stopped looking at Yan Fangsheng's injured leg. He dragged his luggage to his side and said softly, "Good night."

"Good night."

Watching Mu Zhou go upstairs, with the sound of his footsteps stepping over the wooden steps, Yan Fangsheng pushed the wheelchair to the sofa and turned on the TV.

The video tape inserted earlier was still inside, Yan Fang turned down the volume and took a bottle of unfinished red wine from the wine cabinet.

He has seen the content of the video tape thousands of times, every leap, every flip, every dust blowing.

The winding mountain ruts on the screen stretch until the leap unexpectedly breaks.

With a roar, the mountain bike in the camera slammed heavily on the boulder, was overturned by the jagged mountain, and rolled down the cliff together with the people and the car.

The camera shakes a few times, and the screen is completely black.

The pain was still there, and every breath made the pain worse.

Ischemic injury is irreversible, and the harsh medical environment can only save life by amputation. Yan Fangsheng returned to the end of the video and played it again.

The mountain bike is level with the ground, and the target is close at hand. He can clearly complete the leap safely.

Looking at it thousands of times, that flat ground is also an excellent jumping off point.

Wind direction, soil, rocky ground are no problem.

But something happened to him.

And paid a heavy price for it.

Yan Fangsheng turned off the TV, drank the red wine in the glass, and slid the wheelchair into the room.

The next day, Yan Fangsheng was woken up by the sun. The pain kept him up all night, and he got better in the early morning. He grabbed his phone to check the time. It was already 43:[-] in the morning.

The main culprit that disturbed his lucid dream was the untightened curtains last night, the sun was slanting, and the sunlight passed through the narrow gap and hit his eyes straight.

After applying medicine to the affected area, Yan Fangsheng put on the prosthesis and opened the door, but was caught off guard by Mu Zhou who was outside the door.

He obviously wanted to knock on the door, and he might have hesitated outside the door for a long time. The child didn't expect the door to open suddenly, so he timidly shrugged.

The small hairs on the front of the hair also trembled.

"...Brother, good morning." Mu Zhou took half a step back.

"Morning." Yan Fang opened his lips, and his voice was mingled with the tiredness of lack of sleep.

"The auntie nanny called in the morning and said she couldn't come this morning. Her grandson was sick and had to take him to the hospital." Mu Zhou staggered his body and spoke quickly.

"How long did it take?" Yan Fang asked.

Mu Zhou thought about it, and said hesitantly, "Around seven o'clock."

"Wake up so early?"

The nanny didn't have Yan Fangsheng's personal phone, only the landline number in the living room.

Yan Fangsheng's sleep quality was very poor, and he didn't hear any noise at such a short distance. He probably was picked up by Mu Zhou as soon as he called.

"I get used to it in class, and I can't fall asleep at that point."

"It's a good habit." Yan Fangsheng asked, "Have you eaten?"

Mu Zhou shook his head.

"What do you want to eat? I'll order a delivery." Yan Fangsheng took out his mobile phone and opened the delivery app.

"No, I did." Mu Zhou said.

"Huh?" Yan Fangsheng raised his eyes.

Mu Zhou explained, "It's too early to do it."

"Then why don't you eat first?" Yan Fangsheng put the phone back into his pocket.

Mu Zhou fell silent.

Yan Fangsheng thought about it for a while, and had a guess.

The child may feel embarrassed to live under the fence, may be purely thin-skinned, or may just want to wait, afraid that Yan Fangsheng will think he is impolite.

After analyzing Mu Zhou thoroughly, Yan Fangsheng felt for the first time that he had made a wrong decision, such a well-behaved child, he abducted him to the house just to annoy Zhou Shuyue, was it worth it?

"Next time there is such a situation, you can directly knock on my door." The excess guilt forced Yan Fangsheng to speak.

"Will it bother you?"

"meeting,"

Mu Zhou raised his eyes, as if he couldn't quite understand Yan Fangsheng's thoughts.

It is estimated that if you want to change someone you know well, you should start scolding.

Yan Fangsheng did not miss his astonished expression, and said unhurriedly: "But I don't mind."