sick white moonlight

"You don't like me." He An lowered his eyes, not looking at the person beside the bed.He is very clear that it is an interest, not a liking, maybe just an occasional twitch, like eating delicious food, seeing beautiful scenery, and tasting excellent works.

It was a feeling, maybe just a heart touch.But for a person like him who stands on a high ground, has gained too much, and has no fluctuations or touches to most things in the world, this kind of emotion may be enough for him to act on it.

Just like rich kids spending thousands of dollars to make beauties laugh, for people like them who enjoy resources, money is just a monotonous number worth mentioning.

What is more important, or more important, is the exchange of those resource interests behind it.

If you want to get something, just act directly.

Restraint, maybe, but mostly action in the end.

"Like is a feeling that is difficult to define." Luo Shaohui said in a low voice, and quietly clenched the hand that was originally open by his side.

"You are too calm and too closed."

The handsome and mature face unknowingly condensed, the expression became very heavy, those dark eyes were as deep as the sea, buried too many things.

"You dare not try it lightly, you just want to close that door and prevent others from entering."

"Are you afraid of being hurt?" Luo Shaohui suddenly grabbed the hand of the person on the bed. The hand was cold, delicate and smooth, with a slender skeleton, but no flesh, and looked very thin.

Luo Shaohui held this hand in both hands, trying to make it warmer with his own warmth.

He bent down, lowered his head, closed his eyes, leaned on his hand, and couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, only felt that it was an impulse he had never had before, which made him constantly fascinated by it and constantly broke through himself. restraint.

Sometimes, he even doubts, is this really himself?

Obviously, he has never broken through his bottom line again and again like this before, doing things that he can't even imagine.

He even thought that his driver who had been his for a long time looked at him in surprise when he heard that he was coming here.

That's right, he would never take the initiative to go to a person's home, not to mention that he still didn't get a reply and consent from that person.It has always been others who take the initiative and attack him, but he just looks at his mood, mostly avoiding, and rarely pushing the boat along the way.

Even when he took care of a little-known female star before, the few friends he met were a little surprised, saying that he finally knew how to enjoy it.

For what reason would he do this.Luo Shaohui is very clear, because of career, because of family, because of external factors.

The only younger brother is bold and unwavering, walking on his single-plank bridge, regardless of other people's gossip, and not afraid of the pressure from his parents.

At first, the family had no objection, but with the persistence and hard work of the younger brother, it finally became a topic that was avoided.The younger brother allows himself to pursue what he wants and likes.He's so freewheeling and never thinks too much about it.

Luo Shaohui thinks he is envious, but maybe he will never be able to do that, because there are too many things on his shoulders.

Getting older, no marriage relationship, and few romantic affairs, the family has pretended to inquire about their lives and thoughts several times.

Luo Shaohui knew that he couldn't go on like this, so he found a woman who was still innocent and self-sufficient.

Has he ever loved someone?

No, he doesn't talk about love because that's too heavy.

Unlike liking, there is always a feeling of lightness.

He has never understood what love is. His parents are model couples in the eyes of outsiders, and they are very loving.

But Luo Shaohui knew that his father had several old lovers for many years, and his mother must also know it clearly, but she never mentioned this matter, and she was still so gentle and tolerant.So much so that her father always loved her very much, and never let those outside women find a sense of presence in front of her.

Luo Shaohui sometimes thinks, is there really such a thing as love in this world?

When I was young, my heart was throbbing, and I fell in love silently. When I was young, I kept talking about love and chasing constantly. However, in middle age, most of them have disappeared without a trace.

A good ending is just polished over time, and eventually becomes the so-called family relationship.

There are too few loves who love so passionately and can never bear separation.

Even if there is, there will be a day when it fades away.

"I know I'm abrupt and despicable." Luo Shaohui held his hand carefully, unlike his own which was heavy and strong with calluses, but weak and weak, with a few Very cool, like warm jade.

He An wanted to pull out his hand a long time ago, but the man was so strong that he couldn't break free.But in the end, he had no choice but to let him grab it. He An pursed his lips, looked indifferent, and remained silent.

"But, I can't help it."

"I really want to see you, to see you, just like this moment, to be by your side. Although, I know this is only for a moment..."

He An closed his eyes and didn't look at the person beside the bed, feeling a little tired and slightly sleepy mentally.

【The so-called love is all illusions. The so-called love will disappear one day, and then no one will remember it. 】

There was silence, no more words.

He An didn't think about it so much, he was a little sleepy, and his breathing slowly sank, until he felt a touch of moistness from the tip of his hand.

Waking up suddenly, He An opened his eyes.

His gaze became a little harsh, and he looked at the person who was leaning over and kissing his hand seriously.

The kiss was not deep, but rather warm. It was just a light touch, but the care and apprehension on his face made He An fall into deep thought unknowingly.

Then, the man let go.

There was a hint of relief and relief on his face.

Immediately, he smiled sarcastically.

"Am I ridiculous, looking for my brother's old lover."

"Constant restraint, constant questioning of my feelings, and not easily trusting my own true thoughts."

"Until now, I dare not be sure that what I think in my heart is not fantasy and whim."

He An didn't listen carefully, and took back his let go hand, placing it by his side.

By the way, it's not his body, and it's not his name.After all, he has always used someone else's body.

His past, even he himself does not know.

There was a faint kiss on his forehead, and it disappeared as soon as he touched it. He An didn't even bother to open his eyes again. The physical discomfort and mental fatigue made his brain no longer as calm as before, making correct decisions. choose.

"I'm leaving, you have a good rest! Take care of yourself, don't think too much, it won't do you any good."

Words of concern gradually spread to the ears, the voice was magnetic, faint, neither fast nor slow, very stable.

He An still kept his eyes closed, with a calm expression on his face, without any extra emotions.

Before leaving, Luo Shaohui took another look at the man who seemed to be asleep on the bed several times.

In the quiet atmosphere, as if time had been frozen at this moment, the man quietly pursed part of his lips, a little upturned, so cute.

Until many years later, when he occasionally looked at the drawing board in his hand, the vivid face of that person would always make him smile knowingly, thinking of the softness and tranquility at that time.

There is also that person who reminds him of his nostalgic face and unconscious small movements when he is angry.

The person he loves the most makes him so obsessed and reluctant to part.

He never mentioned it. In order to find time to come and see him, he changed his original itinerary and even worked late last night.

He was actually very tired, and even struggled in his heart for a long time, but he never said that he just came and mentioned that he wanted to see him, and he never mentioned anything else.

He doesn't need pity and sympathy, let alone anyone's charity.

He only does what he wants, and for him, that's enough, even if he doesn't get the ending he wants.

Of course, at this moment, he doesn't know the future...

"He fell asleep, remember to wake him up at night and let him eat well." Looking at the man in the restaurant who was buried in his book, Luo Shaohui said calmly.

Xu Zhou came back to his senses and said "Oh" before he put down his pen.

Whether it's a struggle or not.I have long been unable to distinguish the feelings in my heart, like waves on the seashore, washing away over and over again, washing away the dust and loneliness.

The rest is nothing but a vast expanse, and I don't know where I am in a trance.

He could feel the thoughts of this man who was much older than him, perhaps because he had similar moods and thoughts.

It's just that maybe I'm even more humble and don't even dare to speak easily.

Because the gap was too big, it made him lose the courage to speak out.Since there is no ending after all, it is better to let it be silent slowly until it is no longer remembered or forgotten.

Perhaps, many years later, when I recalled the beginning, I only felt that I was too naive and stupid, wandering and lost again and again, like a joke.

"Did you hear that?" Luo Shaohui looked at the assistant's ecstasy, and asked again,

"Well, I will take good care of Brother Li." Xu Zhou nodded, looking very immature, but the admiration and sincerity in his words were obvious.

The assistant seemed somewhat familiar, but his thoughts just drifted away, and then disappeared completely.

Luo Shaohui looked serious, and said after hearing it.

"Then I'll go first, you can be busy."

"Mr. Luo, you can bring some grapes next time. Actually, Brother Li doesn't like apples very much." Xu Zhou suddenly remembered and reminded.

In these words, Xu Zhou savored them carefully later, and only felt that he had a taste of expressiveness at that time.

It's envy and jealousy, and it's low self-esteem and loss.

So much so that he couldn't help but say that sentence.

"Really?" Xu Zhou still remembered the person who walked to the door at that time.

"I asked the driver to help me buy the fruit. I rarely buy it, and I don't know which kind of fruit is better. I'm also very busy, so I don't have much time to come."

"Then I'll come over next time and buy some grapes, but I don't know when the next time will be."

Very calm answer, without any emotion.

Xu Zhou knew why, maybe in front of big figures like them, he was not worth mentioning at all, and he didn't have the value of attention.

"Mr. Luo, you..." Xu Zhou didn't say anything, but a ringtone interrupted him.

Luo Shaohui took out his mobile phone, glanced at the screen, motioned Xu Zhou not to speak, and kept quiet, then answered the phone with a calm voice, unhurried.

He was holding the phone, listening to the voice on the phone, his expression unchanged, standing there surprisingly calm.

Later Xu Zhou thought, that must be a successful person.

He came and went quickly, without leaving too many traces, as if it was just a dream.