Fake is true

When Mu Zhou moved, all the things were moved together, the room was empty, the mattresses, tables and chairs were all covered with dustproof cloth, Yan Fangsheng opened the door and stared for a long time.

The aunt who cleaned up the broken glass went upstairs and asked hesitantly when she saw Yan Fangsheng leaning against the door: "Mr. Yan, do you need to clean up this room?"

"No need." Yan Fang came back to his senses, and moved slowly like a passive and sabotage robot. He suddenly thought of something and asked, "Has the studio on the third floor been cleaned up?"

"Only cleaned, nothing moved."

Yan Fang nodded, indicating that he understood, and he skipped his aunt and went up the stairs.

When we moved, we couldn’t tell whether it was intentional or not. Everyone ignored Mu Zhou’s tools in the small studio, and Mu Zhou didn’t take the initiative to mention it to Yan Fangsheng when he got the things to check, so these things were still intact and hadn’t changed at all. put it in place.

Auntie would open the windows of all the rooms on sunny days, and today was no exception. When Yan Fangsheng pushed the door open, the gust of wind just blew the curtains.

Without Mu Zhou's approval, Auntie would not tamper with his things. What happened to him when he put down his pen, and what happened after several days.

Yan Fangsheng moved his chair and sat down. An unfinished landscape painting was pasted on the easel. Mu Zhou just made a shape. He likes to use a pencil to make a rough draft, and gently strokes, leaving a light touch on the rough gouache paper. Faint traces.

It's so shallow that you can't see it if you don't pay attention.

Regret is elusive, but Yan Fangsheng can feel it.

Since he dragged Mu Zhou into his life with a boring reason, he shouldn't let Mu Zhou leave again.

Yan Fangsheng thought that he had rescued Mu Zhou's Wuyi, but in retrospect, he was dragged out of loneliness by Mu Zhou.

Slightly closing his eyes, Yan Fangsheng tried to follow Zheng Chang's suggestion to close his eyes and rest. Slowly, the feeling of nervous tension was too uncomfortable, but after closing his eyes, the rest of his senses became sharper, and even the slightest movement could arouse his perception. .

The wind wailed, the paper fluttered, a series of kicking sounds followed by a heavy object pressing on Yan Fangsheng's thigh.

Yan Fangsheng opened his eyes, the "heavy object" moved, Nao Nao ran in through the open door, and put his huge head on Yan Fangsheng's lap.

"What are you doing?" Yan Fangsheng stretched out his hand to push it.

Nao Nao shook his head, the long and soft hair rubbed against his legs, and moved his body to lie beside Yan Fang Sheng's legs.

Yan Fang's voice suddenly relaxed again, after all Mu Zhou likes to make trouble so much.

Even if Mu Zhou is disappointed in him now, even if Mu Zhou doesn't like him anymore, and there are troubles here, Mu Zhou can't run too far alone.

Human and human emotions are like a rubber band. If it is tightened and then loosened, it does not mean that it cannot return to normal, as long as it does not exceed the controllable range.

Yan Fangsheng put his hand on the top of Nao Nao's head, and touched it lightly twice. The only thing he wasn't sure about was whether Mu Zhou's actions were beyond the controllable range.

There were too many messy thoughts, Yan Fangsheng couldn't close his eyes at all, let him caress about the noise, and Yan Fangsheng entered a stage of being too lazy to move after a while.

Only the stroking hand is moving, an unconscious repetitive monotonous behavior.

When the phone vibrated, Yan Fangsheng's thoughts drifted away. He was afraid of missing the news, so he turned up the ringtone of the phone to the maximum. The sudden stimulation at this moment caused the nerves in his body to tighten unnaturally.

Nao Nao was also taken aback, raised his head and stared at the source of the sound.

"Sleep with you."

Yan Fangsheng quickly took out his mobile phone, mistakenly thinking that there had been new progress in Mu Zhou's whereabouts, and that the person who had wanted to call was Zhou Shuyue.

"Ms. Zhou" was printed in the middle of the screen. Yan Fang's voice froze for a moment, and he pressed the answer button.

"I called you three times last night, why didn't you answer?" Zhou Shuyue questioned as soon as she opened her mouth.

Even through the screen, Yan Fangsheng could see Zhou Shuyue's expression through the tone of her voice.

She must have found a corner where no one was around, with a look of disgust on her face, her head held up proudly showing disdainful eyes.

"On the plane." Yan Fang said.

"I'm going to see the youngest daughter of the Qin family on Friday. I'll send you the time and address later. Don't miss the appointment."

With a lump of air in his chest, choking on him, Yan Fang said, "I didn't make an agreement with her."

"Yan Fangsheng," Zhou Shuyue said coldly, "I thought you were already smart."

"What is smart?" Yan Fangsheng straightened his upper body, "Kicking people away is considered smart if you want them to be driven away?"

"What, regret it? Are you going to sing against me again?" Zhou Shuyue snorted lightly, "Yan..."

"Yes." Yan Fang interrupted her.

"I regret it."

Before Zhou Shuyue could speak, Yan Fangsheng continued, "Not only do I regret it, but I also want to bring him back."

"Yan Fangsheng!" came the sound of slapping the table from Zhou Shuyue's end, "How dare you!"

"I'm not asking for your permission."

"Okay, okay," Zhou Shuyue laughed, "Then just wait and see."

"Then you also wait and see." Yan Fangsheng said, "Wait and see what your son who is driven crazy by you will do."

He hung up the phone neatly, packaged the pictures saved in the album and sent them to Zhou Shuyue.

I don't care whether Zhou Shuyue replies or not, and I don't care what she replies to. At most, there will be a burst of scolding, but she will die down.

Mother and child are connected, they may not know each other's preferences, but they must know how to handle each other's pain points.

Yan Fangsheng couldn't stay any longer, he stood up, and was about to leave for the police station immediately, Nao Nao also left with him, but his restless body turned over the album on the wooden cabinet on the bottom floor, and there was a "clang" sound from the album Hit the ground.

The sound caught Yan Fangsheng's attention. He turned around and squatted down, ready to put the album back to its original position, but the picture page that fell out accidentally caught his attention.

A corner of a few thin sheets of paper was exposed, and Yan Fangsheng pulled out one, and the familiar face on it made him flip through to find the second and third sheets in the book...

There are seven pages of drawings in a book, without exception, all of them are Yan Fangsheng.

After shaking out one book, Yan Fangsheng searched for other books on the bottom floor, and found more than this one.

Yan Fangsheng never pays attention to this hidden corner. He may still look at the things placed above, but he will hardly turn over the things placed below.

Mu Zhou's secret thoughts were sealed here.

Yan Fangsheng originally thought that Mu Zhou had shown enough love, but he didn't expect that the sincerity of the young man was still hidden in the dark.

Even during the period when Yan Fangsheng thought that Mu Zhou was going to give up, Mu Zhou stayed in the studio for a whole day and secretly drew countless unsigned pictures of him.

From the beginning to the end, Mu Zhou never changed his mind about Yan Fangsheng.

Yan Fangsheng stacked the drawing papers together, forming a thick layer, regardless of whether the album was put back to its original position, he strode away.

Mu Zhou walked towards him silently, Yan Fangsheng was too old for him, a child dared to say love openly, Yan Fangsheng had no reason, and no reason to be coy.

He had to get Mu Zhou back.