love slave

"sorry."

Li Moshang and Su Huaixu were separated by a door.

Obviously the distance between them is so close, but it seems so far away.

Li Moshang stretched out his hand and stuck it on the door: "Xiao Xu, I... can you stop hating me? You have a fever now. If you don't take the medicine in time, I'm afraid it will be serious. You first treat me as a stranger, okay?"

Su Huaixu sat down behind the door, buttocks against the cold ground, but heaved a sigh of relief.Li Moshang couldn't see him, so he felt a lot more at ease.

Su Huaixu looked at the shadowy figure behind the door, lowered his head, and said after a long silence, "Li Moshang, I never hated you."

"Xiao Xu..." Li Moshang also sat down, leaning against the other party through a door, and said softly, "I don't think my illness is serious. I will change to another doctor and take the medicine again. Treat me again until I become a normal person, so don't... dislike me, and don't hate me."

"I've said it before," Su Huaixu said with closed eyes, "I don't hate you, let alone despise you. Li Moshang, you are fine, but I am not good enough for you now."

"How could it be?" Li Mushang was getting more and more confused about what Su Huaixu was talking about. What did he mean that he was not worthy of him? Pulled out of the world, let him change from a mental patient who can only take pictures by himself to a great director whose works have become well-known.

He always pursues the light of the other party, and strives to make himself stand under the light.

"Xiao Xu, you are the most perfect person in my heart. No one can compare to you."

Su Huaixu's body froze suddenly.

He opened his eyes, and looked at the person on the other side of the door a little ridiculously - he thought so, as expected, what Li Moshang likes is the perfect artwork, where is the Su Huaixu who is full of flaws now? ?

Su Huaixu smiled wryly, and suddenly couldn't help crying anymore.

Li Moshang asked eagerly: "Xiao Xu, what's wrong with you, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Li Moshang," Su Huaixu looked at the anxious figure and asked hoarsely, "Do you love me?"

"Love." Li Moshang gave an affirmative answer without any hesitation.

Su Huaixu asked in a daze, "How much love do you have?"

"extremely love."

Su Huaixu sniffed and laughed lowly: "But... do you love Su Huaixu who looks like a work of art in the photo, or the real me?"

"What do you mean?"

Li Moshang was a little dazed.

He didn't understand what Su Huaixu's words meant, and tried to answer: "Isn't the you in the photo also you? Without you, where did the photo come from?"

"It's different...Li Moshang, it's different." Su Huaixu said, "You have said more than once that I am the most suitable person for taking pictures and the most perfect body you have ever seen. But……"

Before Su Huaixu finished speaking, he quickly shook his head, and said in a daze, "But it's different, Li Moshang, it's just different."

He was a little burned out.

He obviously wanted to say so many words, but when he reached his mouth, he swallowed again. He was frightened, lest Li Moshang would know this fact, and all the future between them would be wiped out.

So all he could do was mutter to himself, shaking his head and saying "it's different", but Li Moshang asked him what was different, how could he tell it with his burnt-out brain?

The door was shaken slightly.

Su Huaixu raised his head and realized that Li Moshang was opening the door. He was like a little hedgehog who stood up all his thorns in an instant, and his vigilance reached the extreme in an instant: "You can't come in, Li Moshang—you give me Go away! Go away!"

"Sorry Xiao Xu," Li Moshang knocked open the door, "I'm worried that you have something to do if I listen to you again, I can't listen to you anymore."

Li Moshang hugged Su Huaixu who was on the ground. The other person looked like a frightened little rabbit, with red eyes, looking at him in horror, grabbing anything around him that could be used to cover his body: "clothes What? I want to get dressed!"

"Stop making trouble, Xiao Xu," Li Moshang frowned and said, "Look at how you've been burnt, and I'll carry you to bed first."

Li Moshang was completely soaked by Su Huaixu, he walked towards Su Huaixu's bedroom.

Su Huaixu's head hurt more and more, until finally even Li Moshang's face was blurred, and finally passed out.

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The first thing Su Huaixu did when he woke up was to lift the quilt and take a look at himself.

He had already changed into pajamas, that is to say, Li Moshang finished watching him.

Su Huaixu felt a little ridiculous for a while, she was like a chaste woman, she didn't even let Li Moshang take a look at her, now that the other party had finished watching her, she even wanted to die.

The room was empty, and he was the only one. Su Huaixu thought that Li Moshang would never come back—he saw his current appearance, and probably fled away long ago.I don't know how long it will take, another model will appear next to Li Moshang, with a perfect body, maybe younger than him, and he and Li Moshang will be like two parallel lines from now on, and there will never be another model. any intersection.

Su Huaixu couldn't hold it back, her eyes turned red and shed tears again.

The door was pushed open, Li Moshang walked in with a bowl of porridge, Su Huaixu raised his head and looked at him in astonishment, with a teardrop hanging from the corner of his eye.

Li Mushang put the bowl aside, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and asked with some distress: "Why are you crying again?"

"You..." Su Huaixu paused, "You didn't leave."

"Where am I going?" Li Moshang said helplessly, "You haven't had a fever yet, how dare I go."

"But, but..."

Su Huaixu wanted to ask him if he saw the scars on his body, but he didn't have the courage to ask.

"But what?" Li Moshang rubbed his forehead, "How do you take care of yourself? Let's not mention it when you have a fever after taking a shower. The wounds on your body are all inflamed. How dare you take a bath? The doctor didn't tell you this Can't you take a bath under such circumstances?"

Li Mushang talked a lot, only to see Su Huaixu looking at him with a very inexplicable look, which seemed a little unbelievable.

Still like a frightened little rabbit.

Li Moshang smiled and said, "What's on your mind?"

"You saw it." Su Huaixu lowered his eyes and said, "You saw it."

"what did you see?"

"Those scars on my body..."

"I've read it a long time ago." Li Moshang said, "Or are you saying that you added those new ones because of Ji Yingshu?"

Li Moshang touched his face distressedly, and said, "Xiao Xu, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."

Su Huaixu suspected that he was dreaming for a while, and everything in front of him was so unexpected, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed himself, the pain was very real, he looked at Li Moshang in disbelief, and asked: "Do you mind?" ?"

"Mind what?"

The moment he asked this sentence, Li Moshang suddenly understood something - he understood what was the root cause of Su Huaixu's concern during this period of time.

Su Huaixu stammered and said: "Mind my scars, I may and will always have these marks in the future, they can't be removed, and I can no longer be the flawless work of art in your camera like before."

"What the hell are you thinking about with your little head? You are not a work of art, you are a living person." Li Moshang reached out his hand and gently touched his back. The medicine has been changed and the gauze is pasted, "Xiao Xu, I can live without a camera, but I can't live without you——I didn't mean to play, I've done it once, can't you trust me?"

Su Huaixu remembered what Li Moshang once told him - after he left, he could no longer take pictures.

He picked up a video camera, became a story mover, and became a director.

There are so many people of all kinds walking around in the camera, but Su Huaixu is always still in those photos, becoming the eternity frozen in the passage of time.

The photo is a love song that Li Moshang sang to him, and it is also a love letter for him.

Su Huaixu said in a daze: "I thought... what you liked was always the flawless Su Huaixu. But when there is a flaw in this work of art, you will throw it away without hesitation."

"Idiot," Li Moshang touched his head, "You really haven't changed at all, just like that summer."

"A little low self-esteem, a little sensitive, easy to overthink, and especially easy to lie..."

"I just need to hook my fingers a little bit, and you will be tricked by me."

"But in fact..." Li Moshang's fingertips brushed the gauze on his back, he bent down, kissed his back where the scar was, and said softly, "As early as the first time I talked to you When we met, I fell in love with you."

In the summer of 2014, the cicadas were very loud.

Li Moshang was sitting on the window sill of the studio he had just bought, smoking a cigarette. There was a big pagoda tree outside, and there was a swing under the pagoda tree.There was a man sitting on the swing at the moment—no, a boy would be more appropriate.

Li Mushang lazily played with the camera in his hand, turning back one by one, all of them were landscapes, not a single portrait.

His eyes are on the camera, but his attention is on the swing.

The boy was begging Zhu Yingjun: "Please, just help me find a job, the one with a particularly high salary, let me do whatever you want."

Zhu Yingjun gave him a white look: "You think I'm a pimp? The salary is high, and you can do whatever you want. I really admire you!"

The boy immediately said: "Be serious about your job."

"Bah." Zhu Yingjun waved his hand, as if he didn't accept the move.

"Socks for one month!" Seeing that Zhu Yingjun continued to shake his head, the boy gritted his teeth and said cruelly, "I will provide you with socks and underwear for a year!"

Li Moshang held the end of his cigarette in his mouth, twitched the corner of his mouth, and gave a light snort, thinking that this boy is quite homely and virtuous.

Zhu Yingjun's eyes also lit up: "One year? Seriously?"

The boy gritted his teeth and said, "Really! As long as you can help me find this job, of course, it's better if the working hours are shorter. I have to take care of my mother, you know."

"Are you really taking me for a ride?" Zhu Yingjun sighed and said, "I also know that you are miserable now, so didn't I say that I will lend you some money, and you will just pay me back in the future... "

"Favours are used less and less," the boy said, "I don't want to owe you too much, because if I owe you too much, the relationship between us will not be pure in the future."

Zhu Yingjun sighed and said, "Okay, then I will try my best to help you find it. Don't blame me if you can't find it."

"Thank you, I know you are the best." The boy jumped up from the swing and hugged Zhu Yingjun, his teeth gleaming from the sun.

Li Moshang felt that his eyes seemed to be dazzled at that moment - he didn't know whether it was dazzled by the sunlight or the boy's heartfelt smile, but he was in a daze for a long time.

Then one day, Zhu Yingjun came to his studio to dawdle as usual, and asked him while playing with the photos: "Why do you always take pictures of landscapes, can't you take pictures of beauties?"

Li Moshang snatched the pile of things in his hand, tidied them up and put them in a drawer, and said, "I do have the idea of ​​taking portraits recently."

Zhu Yingjun became interested: "Really? Are you taking pictures of beauties?"

"Help me find a model," Li Moshang said, "Naked model, the hourly salary is [-], and I want a man."

Zhu Yingjun was dumbfounded: "A man?"

"Yeah." Li Moshang nodded, and said calmly, "The hair should be a little shorter, close to the cut, the eyes should be peachy, the teeth should be white when you smile, you should occasionally get a pimple on your face, and there is... ..."

Li Moshang frowned and estimated a value, saying: "The best height is between 178-182."

Zhu Yingjun's eyes lit up, and he said, "Coincidentally! I happen to know someone with similar requirements to yours, and he is also looking for a job recently!"

Li Moshang smiled and said, "Then find him for me and be my model."

Later, Zhu Yingjun told Su Huaixu more than once that it was a coincidence that Su Huaixu matched almost [-]% with the perfect model that Li Moshang had in mind.

But apart from Li Mushang, no one knew that the so-called perfection was actually tailor-made according to Su Huaixu.