Fake is true

Mu Zhou was dizzy, and when he woke up, he didn't know where he was at all, until Nao Nao stuck out his tongue and licked the back of his hand twice, Mu Zhou woke up suddenly, and sat up in fright.

Looking down, he was sleeping on the sofa with a blanket covering his body, but Yan Fangsheng who was in the living room last night was gone.

Nao Nao pulled it onto the sofa with his front paws, breathlessly, Mu Zhou patted its head dully, trying to search for the remaining memories of last night from his mind.

The memory was broken after Yan Fangsheng kissed him, like a balm, Mu Zhou only remembered that he buried his face in Yan Fangsheng's lap, maybe he fell asleep after burying it?

Mu Zhou rubbed his temples, and was stabbed by the fierce sunlight outside the house.

Rare sunny day.

Mu Zhou took out his phone to check the weather forecast, but found that the phone was about to shut down, and the remaining battery was flashing red.

He hurriedly lifted the blanket, dragged the cotton around the house to look for the charger, found it by the TV cabinet after a circle, plugged it in and did not put it down, he turned on the weather to refresh, and the result showed that only today is sunny, and it will be sunny in the afternoon It will be cloudy, and it will be bad weather in the future.

see hell.

Muzhou has taken root here for 17 years, and he has never encountered such a lingering rainy season since he was born and raised.

Rubbing his troubled eyes, he circled around Mu Zhou trying to climb up on him, but was pushed away by Mu Zhou.

"Stop licking me, it's smelly."

After finally getting rid of the noise, Mu Zhou looked at the wall clock, it was a quarter past nine.Just now Nao Nao stared at the back of his hand and licked it around, Mu Zhou went into the kitchen to wash his hands, when he bumped into Yan Fangsheng head-on as soon as he reached the entrance.

Yan Fang retreated his hand, but Mu Zhou stopped in time, without knocking over the thing in his hand.

"Morning." Yan Fangsheng seemed to have washed up and put on sportswear.

In one hand is a white porcelain plate, which contains ham, fried eggs and toasted sandwiches.

"Morning—" Mu Zhou supported the door rail, digging at the junction of the glass on the door with his index finger.

He didn't know why he was nervous, anyway, facing Yan Fangsheng was a little unnatural, and attributed the reason to the inappropriate madness and drunkenness last night, Mu Zhou stared at the porcelain plate and asked, "Auntie, won't you come today?"

"I asked for leave." Yan Fang asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'll wash my hands."

"Go."

Putting the two plates on the table, Mu Zhou washed his hands and came out, saying that he would go upstairs to wash up and told Yan Fangsheng not to wait for him.

Yan Fangsheng didn't sleep last night and didn't have much appetite right now, so he took out a cigarette from his pocket and found that there was only one left.

Smoked so hard last night.

Drunk Mu Zhou is not safe, but clingy is real, Yan Fangsheng spent a lot of effort coaxing Mu Zhou to climb onto the sofa, during which time he was pulled by his sleeves to prevent him from leaving.

After watching Mu Zhou for about [-] minutes, I couldn't bear it anymore and finally fell asleep, but Yan Fangsheng was so sleepy.

Yan Fangsheng drank alone for a long time, after thinking about it, he found that he could no longer be alone in this relationship, from when Mu Zhou appeared outside the gate, from when Mu Zhou cried and kissed him, from when he kissed Mu Zhou back... Before, he could rationally want to see the essence of Mu Zhou's feelings, but now he can't even see clearly himself.

Any weighing of pros and cons is nonsense when rationality is biased.

Yan Fangsheng actively wanted to find some counterarguments to prove the unreliability of their relationship, but all the counterarguments were fucked in the argument.

Yan Fangsheng, who disregarded life and death a year ago, was buried along with the accident, buried halfway through, and buried him as an out-and-out emotional coward who looked forward and backward, worried about gains and losses.

Love problems are more mentally exhausting than tedious work. At three o'clock in the morning, Yan Fangsheng suffered from a sore throat from smoking. He went to the balcony on a whim and didn't take the ashtray. All the cigarette butts he smoked were pressed into the potted mud.

When Yan Fangsheng turned around, he saw a considerable number of cigarette butts, and with a "tsk", he went back to the living room and pulled two pieces of paper and decided to clean up the battlefield, but Mu Zhou rolled to the side when he passed by, rolled to the side and did not move .

The wheelchair helped to block the side, Yan Fangsheng stretched out his hand to drive the person in, and when he sensed someone beside him, Mu Zhou, who was dreaming well, put his hand up.

"Release." Yan Fangsheng was smoky for half an hour, and his body smelled.

Mu Zhou didn't know whether it was pretending or subconscious, he insisted on not listening, and buried his face in Yan Fangsheng's sleeve.

Putting down the paper, Yan Fangsheng took a sip of wine to relieve the dryness in his mouth.

"Mu Zhou, are you pretending to be asleep?" His voice was hoarse when he spoke.

Yan Fangsheng brushed away the strands of hair hanging from Mu Zhou's forehead, and stroked his fingers along his eyebrows.

Mu Zhou didn't respond, and fell into a deep sleep.

The fingertips slid all the way from the eyes to the lips, and when they brushed the flesh of the lips, Mu Zhou suddenly moved. Perhaps it was itchy to be touched. He stuck out his tongue and licked it. .

Mu Zhou lay down completely defenseless, defeated Yan Fangsheng's last line of defense in his mind, and in the dust, Yan Fangsheng heard himself say: That's it, admit that you are not indifferent.

The author says:

I have something to do tomorrow, take a day off