Uncle, you are not good

It was the first time, I entered the main entrance of Mo's house openly and aboveboard.

I don't know what it's like. Although he didn't say anything when he was with Mo Qingtian before, Lin Rui fantasized in his heart that if one day this person could live a bright and aboveboard life, he wouldn't live in hiding, like someone who can't see the light What a fascinating thing to live in the dark like a lover.

Now, that childish idea has come true, and everything in front of him makes Lin Rui feel stuck in his throat.

Mo's headquarters, desolate and solemn, has a sense of bleakness from a world away.

At this moment, Lin Rui thought of these irrelevant things, and Lin Rui suddenly wanted to hit the wall.

Walking, walking, following behind the old butler, he entered a series of strictly guarded doors, surrounded by layers of surveillance bodyguards.

Butler Mo's physical strength did not match his appearance, at least the frequency of his footsteps had not changed since he entered the door.

soon.

It was not the physical strength of an old man at all, Lin Rui followed behind and tried his best to keep up.

A huge spiral staircase with steps spiraling up in fan-shaped boundaries.

Stairs take up a lot of space.

Butler Mo was in front, and Lin Rui was behind. Naturally, he didn't dare to run in front of the old man, nor did he dare to get too close. He walked slowly all the way to the outer edge.

So, soon Lin Rui realized something was wrong.

When he finally finished the last step, Butler Mo disappeared.

Lin Rui glanced left and right, there was no one there, and on the left was a somewhat dark corridor. Although it was daytime, the buildings in Mo's house were surrounded by walls.

It was still as dark as night.

On the right, it is bright, but there is no one inside.

Lin Rui didn't know what Steward Mo was up to, and he didn't want to know.

Lift your feet and walk to the dark corridor on the left.

He had a feeling that Mo Qingtian was on the left, in the dark and sinking twilight.

In the silence, only the sound of pattering footsteps and the thumping of heartbeat can be heard.

Suddenly an old sigh came from above his head, and Lin Rui was startled, not because he was frightened, but because the sigh was long and vicissitudes, as if it came from the ancient times, deep and desolate.

There was some moisture in the corners of his eyes, and a sudden sourness rose in his heart. Lin Rui had the illusion that the sigh was for him.

The dark corridor seemed endless. After walking for a few minutes, Lin Rui stepped into a room that was also without light.

The room smelled of disinfectant and plastic.

The red or green display blinks.

In addition to a bed, two small coffee tables, and a wall-mounted LCD monitor in the room.Nothing else.

But the person lying on the bed in this room is Mo Qingtian, the head of the Mo family.

Covered with an oxygen cylinder, tubes were inserted all over his body, and liquids of various colors slowly flowed into his body along with the medicine tubes.

The footsteps were unusually heavy, as if filled with lead.

Every time he took a step closer, his eyes became blurred with tears, and his heart throbbed violently.

The Mo Qingtian who he has always admired and made him most proud is lying on the bed at this time.

There was nothing around him, not even the bare minimum of light, and he just lay quietly in the endless darkness alone.

Endless corridors where the ground cannot be seen clearly, and dark rooms.

Depression, helplessness, suffocation, despair, loneliness.

Derivatives that grow in the dark.

Lin Rui didn't know why he didn't turn on the light, whether it was Mo Qingtian's habit or his order.

Could it be that he has been living alone in the dark all this time...

There is no one around me, and I have been in a world alone.

The chest cavity swelled violently, and every air hole in the alveoli was so blocked.

Lin Rui is not a woman, and she has no tear ducts.

But the tears in his eyes flowed out like an open faucet.

All the sadness and sadness turned into helpless tears.

Turn on the light, and the room suddenly brightens.

Lin Rui was stunned for a moment.

With teary face, teardrops swirling in his eye sockets, and surprised expression, Lin Rui looked like a fool.

His sight was shocked by the four walls, not five, including the photos, sketches, oil paintings and so on on the ceiling above his head.

In all photos and sketches, there is only one person.

A man, with a very ordinary face, has a gentle temperament, delicate faces, angry, smiling, angry, sad, all kinds of expressions, all ages, are posted all over the room.

He thought why Mo Qingtian didn't add more furniture or other decorations. It turned out that the entire room was filled with photos and paintings.

All the corners are covered, so full that there is a small corner where other things can be put down.

Trembling fingers caressed the familiar faces, the presumptuous smile, the smile in the big peach eyes, the memory of the young man who was as bright as the sun, was so fresh.

Every moment is moving and beating, living in each other's chest, breathing.

They were collected together one by one and pasted on the wall one by one. Over time, one wall was covered with plasters, and the next wall began to be pasted.

The eyes in the dark night shone with inexplicable brilliance, looking at another soul through each photo.

How many dark days have there been, what kind of mood does this person look at the person in the photo...

Tears wiped dry eyelids, eyes blurred.

All the pictures are of him alone, of him.I couldn't find the same second one, and many of the photos were taken secretly without his knowledge.

The time of each mark is different, engraved with the footsteps of time.

From the age of seven to the first few days, there is no gap or omission.

I can't remember how many tears I shed and how many photos I saw.

Regret and guilt build up like resentment.

Heart, the pain almost made him faint again and again.

"……sunny…………"

He felt that he was really selfish and shameless, and he always wanted more and more warmth and family affection, asking endlessly.

He hurt the man he loved in his heart over and over again.

This man who won't love.

A love deeper than all, a love heavier.

But at the last moment, he forced him to face to face, and for a forgiveness, he plunged a sharp blade into his heart.