Wu Shang

It has been a month since he came back from the master’s house, and Wu Zhicuo felt that his body had almost recovered, but Shang Mozhi always treated him as seriously ill and refused to let him have an extra job in a sports company without his consent. resigned.

Recently, Shang Mozhi always comes back very late, Wu Zhicuo can understand the heavy workload of a big company, but he doesn't want Shang Mozhi to work too hard.

Wu Zhicuo reheated the cold dish and waited for the person in the bathroom to come out and wipe his head with a towel, but Shang Mozhi took the towel indifferently.Wu Zhicuo looked at the empty hands in a daze, Shang Mozhi always makes people feel weird recently, what should I say?All kinds of small details always reveal a cold feeling.

Maybe he was afraid that he would be tired, Wu Zhicuo thought so.

Wu Zhicuo stroked his wet hair and said with a smile, "Go and eat, I made everything you like today."

Shang Mozhi didn't even look at him, and threw the towel on the sofa beside him: "I ate outside with a client, I'm a little tired and I'm going to rest first."

Wu Zhicuo looked at the person who turned to leave and grabbed him instinctively, and there was silence in the air for a while: "There is no need to be too tired, at least not more tired than before the revenge. Gu Yi is dead, right? Don't give it to me. I am under too much pressure, if there is anything else to tell me, maybe I can help you?"

"Uncle," Shang Mozhi turned and pulled Wu Zhicuo's hand, and kissed him on the forehead, "Gu Yi is dead, what else is there for me? Don't think too much, It’s just that there are too many clients recently, and there’s no way to entertain, so it’s understandable if you get left out in the cold.”

Seeing Shang Mozhi's perfunctory smile, Wu Zhicuo couldn't help clenching his fists secretly, but he still smiled back: "Well, I just hope you're not too tired, if there's anything I can help..."

"I know, I know," Shang Mozhi interrupted him, "I'm really tired now, and I want to rest."

I don’t know why, Shang Mozhi didn’t say anything serious, but he felt that his words hurt his heart. Wu Zhizhuo felt that he might be really injured and still not healed. He said that people who are sick are more sensitive, maybe he is in this state now Bar.He felt that something was soaking his eyes, and while he was still able to control himself, he quickly smiled and said to Shang Mozhi, "Go and rest, I'll clean up the table."

"En." Shang Mozhi smiled slightly, turned around and left.

In the kitchen, Wu Zhicuo looked at the piles of untouched dishes, and suddenly lost the desire to clean them up.If Shang Mozhi doesn't want to eat, just don't eat it, he will eat it by himself tomorrow, thinking that he will pour all the vegetables into a basin and throw them in the refrigerator.

Shang Mozhi was leaning against the door with throbbing pains in his heart. When he came in, he clearly saw tears in Wu Zhicuo's eyes, but he couldn't hold him in his arms to comfort him, and couldn't wipe away the tears that were about to fall for him.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, please wait for me."

Wu Zhicuo returned to the room after washing the dishes and found that Shang Mozhi had already fallen asleep, sighed and fell asleep next to his back.After Wu Zhicuo fell asleep, Shang Mozhi turned around. Under the dim light, Wu Zhicuo was serene and quiet, and in Shang Mozhi's eyes, he was like the most beautiful painting.

He cautiously reached out and touched his face lightly, as if treating a treasure, he couldn't get enough of it.But it is such a treasure that he has to do things that hurt him. Shang Mozhi doesn't know if Wu Zhizhuo will forgive him in the future, but now he doesn't ask him to forgive him, as long as he is safe and sound.

One night later, Wu Zhicuo woke up and it was cold again, he propped himself up and rubbed his eyes: "Why are we leaving so early now..."

After lying on the bed for more than a month, he no longer had so much nostalgia for the bed, and got up after turning over a little.Brushing teeth alone, eating, then sitting on the sofa watching TV for a while, reading a book on the wicker chair in front of the window, simple and plain, this is what he longed for before, but now he feels deserted for no reason.He looked at his phone, it was only past eleven o'clock.What is Shang Mozhi doing?Wu Zhicuo checked his number over and over again, hesitating whether to call him, but he was afraid of disturbing him.With Shang Mozhi's personality, he should take the initiative to contact himself whenever he is free. If he is busy and has no time to call himself, then wait until lunch time!

Thinking of Wu Zhicuo in this way, he became excited. To pass the time, he decided to go to the supermarket to choose some fresh vegetables for dinner.

After careful selection for a while, Wu Zhicuo returned home contentedly. Recently, Shang Mozhi worked so hard to make some good soup to reward him.After really giving his heart to someone, he can't help but be full of his mind, taking care of Shang Mozhi everywhere has become a habit of Wu Zhicuo.

After processing the dishes, Wu Zhicuo looked at the phone expectantly. To his surprise, the phone was still clean and there were no missed calls.It's already 12:30 and it's time to eat. According to Shang Mozhi's personality, he must call home.Could something be wrong?Wu Zhicuo has already hurriedly called Shang Mozhi, but the phone rang for a long time and no one answered, Wu Zhicuo became more and more worried that the call was connected when he was about to hang up and go to the company.

"Hello, uncle?"

"Xiao Mo, are you okay!" Hearing the expectant voice, Wu Zhicuo hurriedly asked.

"Huh?" There was a burst of doubt on the phone, "What do I do? Are you on the phone?"

Wu Zhicuo was about to say that he was worried about not being able to receive his call when a boy's voice came from the phone: "Mr. Shang, where did you buy this dessert? It's delicious!"

Hearing this voice, Wu Zhicuo felt inexplicably shocked: "Are you in the office?"

"Well... yes."

"Is there someone next to you?"

"correct."

"Oh," Wu Zhi paused, "I don't think I've heard this voice before."

"Well, new recruit."

"The voice is quite low. Did you graduate from university? What do you do for work?"

Before Shang Mozhi could answer the boy over there, he spoke first: "Who is Mr. Shang, a client? There is no notice on your itinerary. It's too rude to bother you when you are resting."

Hearing these words, Wu Zhicuo on the other side of the phone looked sour, excuse me?Why are these two words so funny?

"Shang Mozhi, did I disturb you?"

The other side of the phone didn't know why there was so much fuss for a long time before it calmed down. Shang Mozhi cleared his throat: "I didn't mean that, uncle, what's the matter with you calling?"

"No." Wu Zhichao replied lightly and hung up the phone.

Wu Zhicuo threw the phone aside, and his intuition told him that there was something wrong with Shang Mozhi, but he forced himself not to think about it.

Shang Mozhi still came back very late at night, and he didn't drink the soup that Wu Zhicuo cooked carefully.Wu Zhicuo finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Xiao Mo, let's talk."

Even though it is a coastal city in the south, the wind on the balcony at night in winter is still very cold, but Wu Zhicuo, wearing thin clothes and leaning on the railing, looked at the deserted moon above his head without saying a word, as if he couldn't feel it.

"Uncle," Shang Mozhi who was standing at the side finally couldn't help persuading, "It's cold outside, let's go inside and talk about anything."

Speaking of Shang Mozhi holding Wu Zhicuo's shoulders and preparing to pull him into the room, Wu Zhicuo gently pulled Shang Mozhi's hand away: "Let's talk about that boy."

Shang Mozhi's hands trembled and he said uncomfortably, "Uncle doesn't know him, so what's there to talk about."

"What is your name?"

Shang Mozhi hung his head and did not speak.

"Okay," Wu Zhicuo sighed deeply, "Then I won't ask for his information, how did you know each other?"

"Uncle, don't think too much. I met him when we were having dinner with clients. He just graduated from university and is small. He is always bullied by his seniors. I looked at him pitifully and let him stay here with me." Come to work."

"Hmph," Wu Zhicuo said with a sneer and wry smile, "the person who got the client seems to be an amazing kid, so what kind of job did you arrange for him?"

"Didn't the uncle leave? There just happened to be an empty seat, so I asked him to fill your seat."

"My seat..." Wu Zhicuo turned around and looked at him bitterly, "I remember that seat was not needed at first, but it was because I imposed it."

Seeing Wu Zhicuo's injury, Shang Mozhi choked his throat: "After working for a while, uncle, I found that I really need this seat."

"Really?" Wu Zhicuo turned his face away from Shang Mozhi's gaze and burst into tears, "Then I'll take it as what you said, and I won't ask any more questions. You can figure it out yourself. Well, it's exactly as you said."

Shang Mozhi didn't answer his words, Wu Zhicuo entered the house as if avoiding.

Wu Zhichao suffered from insomnia that night. Their conversation just now was actually very explicit, but Shang Mozhi did not refute him clearly, but just said "don't think too much", which makes people don't think too much The words are more thought-provoking.

Under the dim light, Wu Zhizhuo looked at Shang Mozhi sleeping soundly, it was really cute.But this lovely person's attitude during this time, the voice of the person on the phone today, and the conversation with himself all point to him betraying himself.What should I do?Do you want to keep doing this as long as you don’t see it with your own eyes, or do you take the initiative to see and find out everything?If it is clear, there is no room for maneuver.

Wu Zhicuo looked closely at the person in front of him, tears could not stop falling.

"Xiao Mo," Wu Zhicuo pressed his forehead against his, "let's make everything a joke, okay? Do you remember the song on Youth Square, and what we said?" When someone takes you out and sings loudly, you are confessing your love to that person, a promise for a lifetime.'”

In an instant, countless memories of the past emerged in Wu Zhicuo's mind, and those vivid memories seemed to be just yesterday...

"Xiao Mo," Wu Zhicuo suddenly held his hand firmly, "You were the one who held me back when I was about to get into the taxi, so let me hold you this time, it's only fair, isn't it? ?"