The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

When Shen Muyun rushed to Wang's Group, he only saw Shen Moyan sitting on a seat in the hall, his eyes absent-minded and trembling all over.He forcibly suppressed his anger, wrapped the man's body in a big towel and dragged him into the car.

Wiping Shen Moyan's wet head all over the place, his distraught appearance seemed to hurt Shen Muyun's eyes, and the wolf cub shouted angrily, "Do you know how many gossips will come out if you do this?!"

Shen Moyan didn't speak, just turned on the heater in the car, dried his hair and then threw the towel into the back of the car, curled up lazily in the passenger seat and looked out of the car.

Having been together for fifty years, when did their atmosphere start to become tense?Shen Muyun couldn't remember, maybe it was the first time he heard Xue Shaoqing's name, or maybe it was when he spied on the man's obsession.

He turned his head away, unwilling to see Shen Moyan's face that stayed out of the matter, and subconsciously clenched his fists. He suppressed his emotions that were about to erupt: "I will suppress the media. You are not allowed to go to Wang Ye again."

"You don't care about my business." The words were cold and clear, Shen Moyan didn't even look at him directly, and Shen Muyun had never seen the emotion in his long and narrow eyes.

It was not possible in the past, and it is not possible now.

He tightened his jaw, and the fragments he didn't want to recall invaded again in his mind. He closed his eyes and sighed. Shen Muyun forced himself to cover up his emotions and started the car. No matter how much money you spend, you can guarantee that not a single photo will be shared, so you can take care of yourself.”

Shen Moyan nestled into his arms, closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his body, the shadows of dusk reflected through the glass on his face mottled and illusory, after all, there was no joy or sorrow to be seen on that pale and beautiful face.

Shen Muyun withdrew his gaze and drove towards the house. When the night was lit up with colorful lights, sometimes he couldn't tell which day and moon it was, and which morning and evening.

His time stopped 57 years ago, and if he could not hear his own heartbeat in the dead of night, there seems to be no other way to prove that life still continues.

That charming man dragged him into hell with his own hands, he didn't feel pain, let alone fear, his world only had Shen Moyan, whether it was Jiuchongtian, or by the side of Wangchuan Huahua, he was willing to go through fire and water.

But this long life wears away reason all the time, and the fleeting time crushes all traces.He understands Shen Moyan's pain, he also understands Shen Moyan's loneliness, and he understands Shen Moyan's desire for Xue Shaoqing's return more clearly.

He was just not reconciled, why had he been with a man for decades but he still couldn't compare to that dead man.

In 1960, Shen Muyun had just been picked up for the first year, and he was still not very good at talking, babbling like a child, and he was even taught to walk upright, dress and eat by men from the beginning.

Shen Moyan led him to build a tree house in the depths of the forest. The forest of birds and flowers was very clean, but he was not happy at all. He hated restraint. He tore his clothes and destroyed everything in the house with his teeth and claws. Roaring and roaring can only express their needs with anger and instinct.

The man was not in a hurry or annoyed, he lay on the beauty's couch quietly and let him do whatever he wanted, until he went on a rampage and destroyed everything in the tree house before he evoked a slight arc of indifference: "Fix it, or leave."

He obviously couldn't understand what Shen Moyan was saying, but he could understand the man's emotions.

Shen Muyun felt that he was bewitched. For many years, he lived like a wild beast, walking around alone, sleeping day and night, but there were only men, and he wanted to stay by his side.

He obediently repaired the tree house, clumsily not knowing what to do, the man didn't care much, and sat patiently beside him to teach the skills over and over again.

It is very difficult to be a human being. He has to dress up, stand upright, talk, read, write, and understand so many principles. He was kept in captivity for a year, but because he started late, he still gulped down his words and couldn't understand.

One day, the man suddenly closed the door of the room and stayed alone with the dead man for a long time. When he came out again, he took him and his family's corpse to the snow-capped mountains.

Shen Moyan said that this place is called Kunlun Mountain, and it is said that there is a holy place where gods live.If you can make a wish with sincerity, it will surely come true if you get the mercy of the gods.

They struggled to climb to the top overnight. In the wind and snow, everything was dyed golden. The man hugged the dead man by his side, and his expression was incomprehensible overlooking the mountains and rivers.

Until the tip of his hair was also frozen by snowflakes and melted by the warm sun, Shen Moyan turned his head and laughed heartbreakingly. He had never said to him so gently, "I'm hungry, can I go hunt some wild rabbits?"

The man's smile was very weird, but as a wolf, he couldn't tell anything. He went down the mountain to hunt honestly. When he came back, Shen Moyan fell into the arms of the dead man, with a large swath of blood that was dazzlingly red.

Kunlun Mountain stands majestic and frozen for thousands of miles, like a fair-skinned beauty, pure and flawless in powder carvings. Looking from a distance, the pool of bright red blood flowing is like a cinnabar mole in the heart.

He thought he was crazy, screamed and crawled to the man's side, carefully inspecting Shen Moyan who was mixed with blood and stains, he didn't know how to cry, but tears fell down unconsciously.

After all, he was still a child, he hugged the man frantically and whimpered inarticulately: "Shen... Mo Yan... Shen... Mo... Yan...."

That was the first time he saw a man with such an expression, holding the dagger that stabbed him in his hand, his posture was desperate and fragmented, his black hair was stroked by his cold palm, and the smile in his eyes was melancholy: "I was abandoned by the gods..."

The wish Shen Moyan planted was death.

He was very scared, and timidly hid beside the man, lest the other party abandon him again.The distorted and sad face of the man accompanying the dead was like poisonous poison, which hurt Shen Moyan himself and burned into his heart.

The man was not injured, not even a small scar was left on his body, and his smooth and delicate skin was like silkworm silk. Shen Moyan told him that this was divine power and a curse left by God.

He couldn't understand, and hugged the man with tears in his eyes and didn't let go, but since then, Shen Moyan would feed him his own blood every day, force him to read, write, recite poems and paint, and even find secret books for fisting and kicking for him every day. Practice until three years later, he is as immortal as Shen Moyan.

He didn't know how many times he had heard the story of Xue Shaoqing, and how many times he had seen Shen Moyan lost in thought. He liked men to smile and hoped that men would be happy, but as the years went by, Shen Moyan's smile became less and less, until he met Wang Ye.

For more than 50 years, every minute and every second he spent with the man flew by like a stream, and he almost thought that maybe he was born for Shen Moyan, spending endless time to soothe the wound of the man.

If Wang Ye didn't show up.

That face that looks exactly like a dead man is enough to make a man lose his mind, fly to the flame, he doesn't care about the reincarnation, he hates the predestined fate, he is angry, he is helpless, he is not reconciled.

Why, why half a century of being dependent on each other is not as good as that corpse on the bed.