Wei Kesong roared angrily: "I'm just impulsive, childish and frivolous, I'll go up to whoever I like, but I just can't calm down, I just want to go to the scene to cheer him on and watch him kill everyone, If he wins, I just want to buy the LED screen on the entire side beach to congratulate him, but he lost—"
Wei Kesong's red eyes stared straight at Chu Mingzhou, choking with uncontrollable sobs.
Wei Kesong said in a hoarse voice: "He lost, so I'll wait until he wins next year before buying for him. My liking is such a fool, I wish I could plunder all the things the other party likes and give them to others." He was vicious Authentic: "Mr. Chu, it's your business if you don't like it, someone is still waiting for me to go to the finals."
Chu Mingzhou was silent for a long time this time, his hand on the wheelchair convulsed slightly uncontrollably, he fiddled with the Buddha beads on his wrist lightly, as if he wanted to cough, but he finally controlled it.
Chu Mingzhou looked at Wei Kesong with a kind of suppressed plunder, as if he wanted to grab Wei Kesong and trap him in the wheelchair together, but when he looked closely, it was a cloud that was covered up. .
Chu Mingzhou said: "You like him so much? You want to watch his game so much, and you don't listen to my advice?"
Wei Kesong lowered his head, clenched his fists and dropped to his sides, and said in a low voice, "Yes, I've finished all the things you arranged, you can't hold me back."
Chu Mingzhou sat in a wheelchair, he was silent for a long time, and then said: "Why didn't you have such determination towards me back then."
Wei Kesong said stubbornly: "That's the thing that offended you when you were a child, Mr. Chu, please forget it long ago, please don't mention it again."
He paused and said in a muffled voice: "I don't want to listen to it anymore."
Chu Mingzhou repeated in a soft voice: "...just being muddled, I forgot about it a long time ago..." He lowered his head and coughed halfway through.
A sickly blush appeared on Chu Mingzhou's cold white side face from coughing.
The butler was so frightened that he immediately came to pat him on the back: "Sir!! Don't be too angry!!! Take care of yourself!!!"
Chu Mingzhou half-closed his eyes as if he was remembering something, his lips were pale, showing a sense of physical and mental exhaustion.
Because of what Wei Kesong said just now, within a few minutes of breaking off, Chu Mingzhou's face quickly surfaced a bit of death that would not remain in this world.
His voice was a little tired, and he waved his hand again: "...ask the driver to take him down the mountain."
After Chu Mingzhou finished speaking, he pushed the wheelchair and turned around to leave.
The back of this person who had always been indifferent and ascetic as he left showed a rare bit of silence and loneliness, and the veins on the back of his hand resting on the armrest of the wheelchair twitched slightly.
Chu Mingzhou's emotional ups and downs should not be too strong, and every time he has a strong emotion, he will suffer a lot, so he always wears Buddhist beads to let himself cultivate himself and guard against arrogance and impetuosity.
Wei Kesong rarely saw Chu Mingzhou like this.
The last time Chu Mingzhou coughed like this was when Wei Kesong dragged a cart of huanghuali wood to confess to Chu Mingzhou loudly.
At that time, Chu Mingzhou was also sitting in a wheelchair staring at him, as if he wanted to swallow Wei Kesong and the truck behind him.
Wei Kesong had just finished his confession, Chu Mingzhou covered his mouth and coughed violently, the housekeeper was beside him so frightened that he kept telling Mr. Chu not to be angry
Wei Kesong was also frightened.
Chu Mingzhou made a condition that I can accept this car of wood, but if I don’t come to pester him for half a year, then I can make a project by myself.
Wei Kesong was biting the bullet and wanted to agree, but Chu Mingzhou coughed desperately while looking at him, which frightened Wei Kesong.
The housekeeper was almost crying, begging Wei Kesong not to mess with their husband.
Wei Kesong's heart flinched, but he didn't persevere in the end.
He was afraid that his liking would directly kill Chu Mingzhou, and Wei Kesong didn't dare to confront him.
But now Wei Kesong doesn't like Chu Mingzhou that much, when he just left, Chu Mingzhou looked at the death on his face, but it was even heavier than before.
It was as if Chu Mingzhou's vitality had been taken away by Wei Kesong, and his love had taken away a share.
Wei Kesong gritted his teeth when he saw it, but he didn't care, he turned and left. When he walked out the door, his spine was straight.
The old housekeeper's cloudy eyes stopped at the young master who was walking with his head held high.
The housekeeper stopped Wei Kesong: "Young Master Wei."
Wei Kesong didn't turn his head, and replied stiffly: "En", with a nasal sound.
The old housekeeper said faintly: "You are a good person, Young Master Wei, you are a very good person."
He paused, and sighed again: "But Mr. Chu is not a good person, he is much worse than what you see, you can be impulsive, but he can't."
"Your impulsiveness is nothing more than crying after a broken relationship, Young Master Wei, but Mr. Chu is impulsive. If you make a wrong step, you will be cut into the [-]th floor of hell. He will not be willing to go down alone. "The old butler spoke slowly, as if warning: "You don't want to know what Mr. Chu looks like when he is impulsive, Young Master Wei."
The car coming down the mountain came and stopped outside the door, Wei Kesong was directly facing the door, and the old housekeeper stood behind him.
The old butler bowed respectfully, and said to Wei Kesong who got into the car: "Young Master Wei, you are born with a precious life, don't let Mr. Chu's fate of a lone star come to ruin you."
"You can't afford to spoil it, Young Master Wei." The old butler said meekly.
Wei Kesong is used to mocking the old housekeeper with his nose not his nose, his eyes not his eyes.
This old butler has always been at odds with Wei Kesong, he looks amiable, every time Wei Kesong comes, the old butler talks to Wei Kesong with insinuations and makes him laugh.
If Wei Kesong was ridiculed like this by the old housekeeper, he must blow it up once, and Chu Mingzhou would come out to find justice for him.
But this time Wei Kesong listened quietly, and just said: "I see."
Wei Kesong opened the car door. Seeing the old butler's astonished gaze behind him, he turned around and sneered generously.
Wei Kesong said: "Stop mocking me, I know that I am the lone star of the devil, your Mr. Chu is a golden branch and a jade leaf, and a bum like me is unattainable. Tell Mr. Chu that you don't have to worry about my wishful thinking in the future." gone."
Wei Kesong's eyes were red, and his right hand holding the car door was so hard that his fingertips turned white.
But his tone was still calm and composed, Wei Kesong didn't want to cry in front of this old thing: "The truckload of huanghuali wood I bought last time was tricked by me. After I brought it home, it's all gone. It's moldy, and it's all fucking fake."
He calmly said: "Mr. Chu didn't ask for wood at that time, and I was right if I didn't ask for it."
Wei Kesong chuckled, and suddenly raised his hand fiercely to wipe away the tears on his cheeks: "After all, I'm such a rotten wood, I really can't carve it."
The grey-haired old housekeeper stared blankly at Wei Kesong getting into the car and leaving in a hurry, and stopped in place for a moment.
After a long time, the old man trembled and turned his head to hold on to the escalator. When he walked up to the second floor, the old butler was still a little stunned in disbelief.
Is this little brown candy that has been entangled with Chu Mingzhou for more than ten years being dismissed like this?
The old butler was holding on to the escalator, his eyes wandering around in a daze.
When he said those words, Wei Kesong was actually ready to make a fuss in his heart.
But now that the other party has honestly endured this experience, and when he walked away, he was showing off his teeth and swallowing his blood. On the contrary, the old housekeeper felt like he was stepping off the helicopter with a huge sense of failure.
The old butler's wandering eyes fell on the wooden sculpture that looked like a chicken but was not a chicken, which was bounced by Chu Mingzhou and fell on the table.
The head and feet of this wood carving have already taken shape, only the wings have been integrated into the body, like a rough broiler that has been scalded and bald, lying sluggishly on the mahogany table top.
Under the newest carving marks on the bottom of the wood carving, the old butler vaguely saw a sudden green mildew spot.
The old housekeeper was stunned.
The wood on Chu Mingzhou's side is all high-quality huanghuali that has been screened layer by layer.
Huanghuali is a kind of wood with firm wood and hard texture, and it is a kind of wood that will never get moldy.
Only the fake huanghuali will have this kind of turquoise mold from the wood heart, as if someone has stolen the heart of huanghuali, a noble and expensive wood that is impenetrable by water and fire, and is easily corroded by a little moisture.
Then one afternoon, in the hands of Mr. Chu, the inside was scratched carelessly with a chisel.
Chu Mingzhou didn't have this kind of moldy wood, he wouldn't even touch it.
There was only one Wei Kesong who sent this kind of moldy wood to the Chu family without knowing anything.
How this wood came to be could not be more clear.
Chu Mingzhou said on the surface that he didn't want to send the wood back, but in the end he deceived everyone and kept a batch of the wood sent by Wei Kesong.
Chu Mingzhou should have exchanged the real huanghuali wood for the fake huanghuali wood, mixed the real wood with the pile of fake wood and sent it back to Wei Kesong.
The indifferent and indifferent Mr. Chu is true and false, and he has tried his best to keep the wood that Wei Kesong gave him unobtrusively.
Wei Kesong gave him a piece of wood, and he didn't lose anything. He exchanged a pile of fake wood with a moldy core for Chu Mingzhou to give him a pile of priceless real wood with a intact core.
Wei Kesong failed to meet any of the conditions Chu Mingzhou set.
But Wei Kesong arrogantly asked Chu Mingzhou to accept his people and his wood, and Chu Mingzhou had already accepted all of them before he knew it.
The moment when Wei Kesong changed his mind and didn't like Chu Mingzhou, these rotten and changed woods were still carefully carved in Chu Mingzhou's hands, cherishing them.
The old housekeeper looked at the mildew spots on the wood carvings, and thought of Wei Kesong's resolute back. For some reason, he felt a kind of sadness and sadness that couldn't be cooled.
"...Mingzhou, why did you fall in love with this piece of rotten wood?" The housekeeper seemed to have tears in his eyes: "Obviously the person you can't like the most is him..."
Wei Kesong got out of the car and hurried to the arena.
He knew in his heart that even if Mu Xing made it to the final, it was actually unlikely that he would make it to the final.
But this year, the Celestial Dynasty has the right time, place and people. Blue Hole officially held the first international invitational tournament in China, inviting famous teams from all over the world to come.
Although there are all famous teams in the world, most of them are domestic teams.
There are more domestic teams. Although this is not a pleasant statement, Wei Kesong feels that the average combat power level has dropped.
At least in his eyes, there are really very few people in China who can just surpass Mu Xing in terms of technology alone.
Moreover, the rules of the International Invitational League this time are different from the previous ones. There are many teams, and the solo queue needs to go down round after round, instead of melee like before.
Mu Xing's performance in the last round was not good. He seemed to be a little absent-minded during the game. He kept looking at the audience from time to time, and it was a final close to the side.
As soon as Wei Kesong ran to the guild hall, he heard cheers that shook the sky, and almost lifted the roof of the guild hall.
During this battle, Wei Kesong suffocated for breath, and stamped his foot with a little regret, it was obvious that the match was over.
Young Master Wei was forced to live without the cell phone signal for more than a month, and he didn't even think about searching the Internet for Mu Xing's battle situation when he got the cell phone, so he rushed to the club hall in a panic.
The driver who followed Wei Kesong out of the car reminded Wei Kesong dumbfoundedly that he could search the results of the competition online.
Wei Kesong was completely stunned when he searched——Jupiter is the solo champion.
Wei Kesong walked into the crowded club hall with his nose full of tears, his stomach full of grievances and bitterness turned into tears of unknown excitement at this moment, streaming down.
Wei Kesong cried while thinking, Chu Mingzhou is not worth Jupiter's worth, the water I carried, the big characters I copied, I was so angry that I wrote it until midnight with hand cramps, it was worth it! ! ! !
Although it was Mu Xing and not Wei Kesong who won the win, it had nothing to do with his boss who suddenly disappeared.
But Wei Kesong was just happy and kept crying.
Wei Kesong seemed to have ushered in the victory of two battles at the same time. He won the e-sports championship he had always wanted, and at the same time gave up Chu Mingzhou, which he had never had.
But it may be that God doesn’t like him. Living in this world, rich clothes and good food are hard to come by. If you want to get everything you want, you will be relieved if you don’t get it. How can there be such a happy time? It makes me feel uncomfortable!
Wei Kesong was happy for less than 5 minutes, but he couldn't be happy anymore.
Wei Kesong hid at the entrance of the corridor of the auditorium. He stared blankly at Mu Xing, whose coat had fallen to the ground and was holding the trophy.
He hasn't seen Jupiter, but he has seen Mu Xing.
Wei Kesong has seen some photos that Mu Xing sent him when he was a teenager.
Wei Kesong froze in place.
Jupiter was the child in the orphanage who was scalded by him, and then he has been guilty of supporting the child.
Wei Kesong's mind was confused, why did Mu Xing become Jupiter to play games and get close to him?Why didn't he tell him that he was Mu Xing all the time, and let him be kept secret until now?
What is Mu Xing doing here?revenge?Repay your favor?or something else?
The audience burst into cheers, and Wei Kesong's heart was mixed with ups and downs. His eyes fell on the eye-catching scar on Mu Xing's right index finger, and he was stung.
All kinds of mixed emotions finally brewed in Wei Kesong's heart into a feeling of being betrayed.
...Why didn't Jupiter tell him that he was Mu Xing?For so long, it has been hidden from him.
The reporter held up Mu Xing's right hand with a hideous scar from a distance like an exclamation: "My God, this is the first time I've seen an e-sports player with burns on his hand in so many years."
The reporter blinked jokingly: "This can be regarded as the scarred hand after being kissed by God."
On Mu Xing's arm is the Wei Kesong coat designed by a top designer. On his feet are Wei Kesong's sneakers of the same brand as his own. The earphones hanging around his neck are Wei Kesong's Carefully selected styles.
——On his hand was the scar from Wei Kesong's burning.
Mu Xing swept across the position specially reserved for Wei Kesong in the direction of the team, and stayed empty in the corner of his field of vision from the beginning to the end of the game.
Mu Xing lowered his eyes, and his slender eyelashes cast gradual shadows on his tall nose bridge. He shook his head slightly and retorted: "I was not kissed by God, but burned."
The reporter is very interested in everything about this dark horse that turned out to be born out of nowhere, whether it is the excellent appearance, the legendary operation just now, or the mysterious scar on his hand now, casually digging will be the headlines of tomorrow's e-sports section.
The reporter followed Mu Xing's words and said, "Scald? Will it affect the operation?"
Mu Xing, who just won the championship, was not as excited as other champions. Instead, he kept staring at an empty seat as if he had lost, and said in a low voice, "...Yes, it will affect micromanagement."
The reporter asked enthusiastically: "... Can you tell me about the injury?"
Mu Xing seemed to come back to his senses suddenly. After hearing this unpleasant topic, a layer of cold frost appeared on his handsome face, and he said: "No comment."
Wei Kesong stood at the entrance, with the spectator seats assigned to the Croissant team in front, and the dark entrance with cold wind gusting behind.
And Young Master Wei, who finally ran out, stood stiffly on a long corridor engulfed by shadows at the entrance. He only felt that his internal organs were frozen into pieces by Mu Xing's fierce "no comment" with icy shards. A solid piece of ice.
Wei Kesong raised his head suddenly and confused. He looked at Mu Xing who was standing on the stage surrounded by cheers and frowning. Wei Kesong only felt that this person was not the same person as the taciturn and obedient Jupiter he spent day and night with.
He lied to me, Wei Kesong originally thought so.
But where is the lie, Wei Kesong can't come up with an answer no matter how hard he thinks, he has always been clumsy and stupid in this kind of emotional issues, otherwise he wouldn't be played around by the people around him.
Wei Kesong just felt a sense of grievance out of thin air, wishing to ask this person what was going on.
But he dared not.
What if he really came to take revenge on him, Wei Kesong thought uncomfortably, if he really questioned him, wouldn't it mean that he was really cheated of his feelings? !
Wei Kesong tried to calm down and sort out the process of getting acquainted with Mu Xing.
Mu Xing didn't intentionally hide his identity, he was the one who approached him with a false identity at the beginning, pretending to be a woman and pretending to be stupid, it was only Wei Kesong from beginning to end.
Although his vest didn't cover it in the end, it was Wei Kesong who took the blame for being too nice to Mu Xing and burned the vest on his body, revealing the essence of a bastard inside.
After careful calculation, he, Wei Kesong, deceived Mu Xing more.
But why, why did he feel so suffocated?
Wei Kesong looked at the radiant Mu Xing's delicate and picturesque face on the screen, and wept sadly.
The withdrawn child in his memory back then has turned into the current appearance that makes Wei Kesong feel ashamed.
Mu Xing was at the other end of the screen, what kind of mood did he feel when he saw the man who scalded him stalking him, chasing him shamelessly to play games?
What kind of mood does it feel every time you use the mouse to pull this wound that has not healed for many years and take him to eat chicken?
Wei Kesong found that he couldn't even imagine what kind of mood Mu Xing was in.
Obviously feeling that he had done nothing wrong, Wei Kesong inexplicably felt a sense of shame that drowned him.
He stood there in a daze, with the draughty wind passing through his sleeves, his whole body was shaken by the mighty wind, and the words that Chu Mingzhou said before he left were all in his mind.
"If you treat him sincerely, does he treat you sincerely?"
Wei Kesong came in a hurry and ran away in a hurry.
In the evening, the team held a victory party, and the news of Wei Kesong's departure was found out by a group of restless friends, who all threatened to hold a good party for Wei Kesong to celebrate.
After all, Wei Kesong could be regarded as the champion this time, and Mu Xing, the dark horse, was left behind in the end.
Wei Kesong was getting annoyed, he didn't want to go to this shit party at all.
However, the rich second generation who had been forcing him to have an affair with Chu Mingzhou also went, and put down the question of whether Wei Shao only dared to play but didn't recognize it.
In a fit of anger, Wei Kesong followed him in a daze.
Wei Kesong regretted it in the past.
Mu Xing sat in the middle of the colorful deck with indifferent eyes, and was out of tune with the group of ghosts and ghosts who were howling around him.
Wei Kesong could vaguely see from the current Mu Xing a bit of his withdrawn and gloomy childhood.
Mu Xing's aura is too strong and he is a new god. The group of rich second generations around him are all here to run e-sports clubs. They more or less admire and yearn for this kind of god-level operator, although they all want to impress Mu Xing. Drinking, but Mu Xing said coldly and distantly, "In order to maintain the accuracy of the operation, don't drink", a group of young masters who have been drinking and drinking all the year round retreated embarrassingly.
Wei Kesong originally wanted to pretend he couldn't see Mu Xing, but Mu Xing didn't even wear glasses when he played games, so he didn't know why his eyesight was so good.
Wei Kesong, dressed all in black, walked into the booth where the lights were so dim that he couldn't touch the wine glass without saying a word.
Mu Xing seemed to be equipped with a detector that could detect Wei Kesong's breath, subconsciously turned his head towards Wei Kesong, and asked softly, "...Young Master Wei? Biscuit?"
Wei Kesong originally pretended to be dead and didn't want to respond, but some people couldn't understand it. The rich second generation who had been mocking him for his "deep love" for Chu Mingzhou said strangely: "The wood god called Wei Shao and called Biscuit?"
The rich second generation's "little biscuit" has a little bit of a weird smile.
The Croissant team has always been ridiculed as the Little Biscuit team because the vegetables are fragile.
For this bet, Wei Kesong specially set up two accounts for eating chicken. One is called Big Biscuit, which is Mu Xing's account; the other is called Little Biscuit, which is his account.
Originally, Wei Kesong was just laughing at himself, because players called Kesong the Biscuit Team, so he gave himself the account of Small Biscuit, and Mu Xing was better than him, so he gave Mu Xing the account of Big Biscuit.
But how the fuck is it so weird to spit it out of this bitch's mouth? !
Wei Kesong didn't hold back, and was about to curse back, when Mu Xing replied calmly: "Well, I'm a big biscuit, and we're a pair of biscuits."
Wei Kesong's red eyes stared straight at Chu Mingzhou, choking with uncontrollable sobs.
Wei Kesong said in a hoarse voice: "He lost, so I'll wait until he wins next year before buying for him. My liking is such a fool, I wish I could plunder all the things the other party likes and give them to others." He was vicious Authentic: "Mr. Chu, it's your business if you don't like it, someone is still waiting for me to go to the finals."
Chu Mingzhou was silent for a long time this time, his hand on the wheelchair convulsed slightly uncontrollably, he fiddled with the Buddha beads on his wrist lightly, as if he wanted to cough, but he finally controlled it.
Chu Mingzhou looked at Wei Kesong with a kind of suppressed plunder, as if he wanted to grab Wei Kesong and trap him in the wheelchair together, but when he looked closely, it was a cloud that was covered up. .
Chu Mingzhou said: "You like him so much? You want to watch his game so much, and you don't listen to my advice?"
Wei Kesong lowered his head, clenched his fists and dropped to his sides, and said in a low voice, "Yes, I've finished all the things you arranged, you can't hold me back."
Chu Mingzhou sat in a wheelchair, he was silent for a long time, and then said: "Why didn't you have such determination towards me back then."
Wei Kesong said stubbornly: "That's the thing that offended you when you were a child, Mr. Chu, please forget it long ago, please don't mention it again."
He paused and said in a muffled voice: "I don't want to listen to it anymore."
Chu Mingzhou repeated in a soft voice: "...just being muddled, I forgot about it a long time ago..." He lowered his head and coughed halfway through.
A sickly blush appeared on Chu Mingzhou's cold white side face from coughing.
The butler was so frightened that he immediately came to pat him on the back: "Sir!! Don't be too angry!!! Take care of yourself!!!"
Chu Mingzhou half-closed his eyes as if he was remembering something, his lips were pale, showing a sense of physical and mental exhaustion.
Because of what Wei Kesong said just now, within a few minutes of breaking off, Chu Mingzhou's face quickly surfaced a bit of death that would not remain in this world.
His voice was a little tired, and he waved his hand again: "...ask the driver to take him down the mountain."
After Chu Mingzhou finished speaking, he pushed the wheelchair and turned around to leave.
The back of this person who had always been indifferent and ascetic as he left showed a rare bit of silence and loneliness, and the veins on the back of his hand resting on the armrest of the wheelchair twitched slightly.
Chu Mingzhou's emotional ups and downs should not be too strong, and every time he has a strong emotion, he will suffer a lot, so he always wears Buddhist beads to let himself cultivate himself and guard against arrogance and impetuosity.
Wei Kesong rarely saw Chu Mingzhou like this.
The last time Chu Mingzhou coughed like this was when Wei Kesong dragged a cart of huanghuali wood to confess to Chu Mingzhou loudly.
At that time, Chu Mingzhou was also sitting in a wheelchair staring at him, as if he wanted to swallow Wei Kesong and the truck behind him.
Wei Kesong had just finished his confession, Chu Mingzhou covered his mouth and coughed violently, the housekeeper was beside him so frightened that he kept telling Mr. Chu not to be angry
Wei Kesong was also frightened.
Chu Mingzhou made a condition that I can accept this car of wood, but if I don’t come to pester him for half a year, then I can make a project by myself.
Wei Kesong was biting the bullet and wanted to agree, but Chu Mingzhou coughed desperately while looking at him, which frightened Wei Kesong.
The housekeeper was almost crying, begging Wei Kesong not to mess with their husband.
Wei Kesong's heart flinched, but he didn't persevere in the end.
He was afraid that his liking would directly kill Chu Mingzhou, and Wei Kesong didn't dare to confront him.
But now Wei Kesong doesn't like Chu Mingzhou that much, when he just left, Chu Mingzhou looked at the death on his face, but it was even heavier than before.
It was as if Chu Mingzhou's vitality had been taken away by Wei Kesong, and his love had taken away a share.
Wei Kesong gritted his teeth when he saw it, but he didn't care, he turned and left. When he walked out the door, his spine was straight.
The old housekeeper's cloudy eyes stopped at the young master who was walking with his head held high.
The housekeeper stopped Wei Kesong: "Young Master Wei."
Wei Kesong didn't turn his head, and replied stiffly: "En", with a nasal sound.
The old housekeeper said faintly: "You are a good person, Young Master Wei, you are a very good person."
He paused, and sighed again: "But Mr. Chu is not a good person, he is much worse than what you see, you can be impulsive, but he can't."
"Your impulsiveness is nothing more than crying after a broken relationship, Young Master Wei, but Mr. Chu is impulsive. If you make a wrong step, you will be cut into the [-]th floor of hell. He will not be willing to go down alone. "The old butler spoke slowly, as if warning: "You don't want to know what Mr. Chu looks like when he is impulsive, Young Master Wei."
The car coming down the mountain came and stopped outside the door, Wei Kesong was directly facing the door, and the old housekeeper stood behind him.
The old butler bowed respectfully, and said to Wei Kesong who got into the car: "Young Master Wei, you are born with a precious life, don't let Mr. Chu's fate of a lone star come to ruin you."
"You can't afford to spoil it, Young Master Wei." The old butler said meekly.
Wei Kesong is used to mocking the old housekeeper with his nose not his nose, his eyes not his eyes.
This old butler has always been at odds with Wei Kesong, he looks amiable, every time Wei Kesong comes, the old butler talks to Wei Kesong with insinuations and makes him laugh.
If Wei Kesong was ridiculed like this by the old housekeeper, he must blow it up once, and Chu Mingzhou would come out to find justice for him.
But this time Wei Kesong listened quietly, and just said: "I see."
Wei Kesong opened the car door. Seeing the old butler's astonished gaze behind him, he turned around and sneered generously.
Wei Kesong said: "Stop mocking me, I know that I am the lone star of the devil, your Mr. Chu is a golden branch and a jade leaf, and a bum like me is unattainable. Tell Mr. Chu that you don't have to worry about my wishful thinking in the future." gone."
Wei Kesong's eyes were red, and his right hand holding the car door was so hard that his fingertips turned white.
But his tone was still calm and composed, Wei Kesong didn't want to cry in front of this old thing: "The truckload of huanghuali wood I bought last time was tricked by me. After I brought it home, it's all gone. It's moldy, and it's all fucking fake."
He calmly said: "Mr. Chu didn't ask for wood at that time, and I was right if I didn't ask for it."
Wei Kesong chuckled, and suddenly raised his hand fiercely to wipe away the tears on his cheeks: "After all, I'm such a rotten wood, I really can't carve it."
The grey-haired old housekeeper stared blankly at Wei Kesong getting into the car and leaving in a hurry, and stopped in place for a moment.
After a long time, the old man trembled and turned his head to hold on to the escalator. When he walked up to the second floor, the old butler was still a little stunned in disbelief.
Is this little brown candy that has been entangled with Chu Mingzhou for more than ten years being dismissed like this?
The old butler was holding on to the escalator, his eyes wandering around in a daze.
When he said those words, Wei Kesong was actually ready to make a fuss in his heart.
But now that the other party has honestly endured this experience, and when he walked away, he was showing off his teeth and swallowing his blood. On the contrary, the old housekeeper felt like he was stepping off the helicopter with a huge sense of failure.
The old butler's wandering eyes fell on the wooden sculpture that looked like a chicken but was not a chicken, which was bounced by Chu Mingzhou and fell on the table.
The head and feet of this wood carving have already taken shape, only the wings have been integrated into the body, like a rough broiler that has been scalded and bald, lying sluggishly on the mahogany table top.
Under the newest carving marks on the bottom of the wood carving, the old butler vaguely saw a sudden green mildew spot.
The old housekeeper was stunned.
The wood on Chu Mingzhou's side is all high-quality huanghuali that has been screened layer by layer.
Huanghuali is a kind of wood with firm wood and hard texture, and it is a kind of wood that will never get moldy.
Only the fake huanghuali will have this kind of turquoise mold from the wood heart, as if someone has stolen the heart of huanghuali, a noble and expensive wood that is impenetrable by water and fire, and is easily corroded by a little moisture.
Then one afternoon, in the hands of Mr. Chu, the inside was scratched carelessly with a chisel.
Chu Mingzhou didn't have this kind of moldy wood, he wouldn't even touch it.
There was only one Wei Kesong who sent this kind of moldy wood to the Chu family without knowing anything.
How this wood came to be could not be more clear.
Chu Mingzhou said on the surface that he didn't want to send the wood back, but in the end he deceived everyone and kept a batch of the wood sent by Wei Kesong.
Chu Mingzhou should have exchanged the real huanghuali wood for the fake huanghuali wood, mixed the real wood with the pile of fake wood and sent it back to Wei Kesong.
The indifferent and indifferent Mr. Chu is true and false, and he has tried his best to keep the wood that Wei Kesong gave him unobtrusively.
Wei Kesong gave him a piece of wood, and he didn't lose anything. He exchanged a pile of fake wood with a moldy core for Chu Mingzhou to give him a pile of priceless real wood with a intact core.
Wei Kesong failed to meet any of the conditions Chu Mingzhou set.
But Wei Kesong arrogantly asked Chu Mingzhou to accept his people and his wood, and Chu Mingzhou had already accepted all of them before he knew it.
The moment when Wei Kesong changed his mind and didn't like Chu Mingzhou, these rotten and changed woods were still carefully carved in Chu Mingzhou's hands, cherishing them.
The old housekeeper looked at the mildew spots on the wood carvings, and thought of Wei Kesong's resolute back. For some reason, he felt a kind of sadness and sadness that couldn't be cooled.
"...Mingzhou, why did you fall in love with this piece of rotten wood?" The housekeeper seemed to have tears in his eyes: "Obviously the person you can't like the most is him..."
Wei Kesong got out of the car and hurried to the arena.
He knew in his heart that even if Mu Xing made it to the final, it was actually unlikely that he would make it to the final.
But this year, the Celestial Dynasty has the right time, place and people. Blue Hole officially held the first international invitational tournament in China, inviting famous teams from all over the world to come.
Although there are all famous teams in the world, most of them are domestic teams.
There are more domestic teams. Although this is not a pleasant statement, Wei Kesong feels that the average combat power level has dropped.
At least in his eyes, there are really very few people in China who can just surpass Mu Xing in terms of technology alone.
Moreover, the rules of the International Invitational League this time are different from the previous ones. There are many teams, and the solo queue needs to go down round after round, instead of melee like before.
Mu Xing's performance in the last round was not good. He seemed to be a little absent-minded during the game. He kept looking at the audience from time to time, and it was a final close to the side.
As soon as Wei Kesong ran to the guild hall, he heard cheers that shook the sky, and almost lifted the roof of the guild hall.
During this battle, Wei Kesong suffocated for breath, and stamped his foot with a little regret, it was obvious that the match was over.
Young Master Wei was forced to live without the cell phone signal for more than a month, and he didn't even think about searching the Internet for Mu Xing's battle situation when he got the cell phone, so he rushed to the club hall in a panic.
The driver who followed Wei Kesong out of the car reminded Wei Kesong dumbfoundedly that he could search the results of the competition online.
Wei Kesong was completely stunned when he searched——Jupiter is the solo champion.
Wei Kesong walked into the crowded club hall with his nose full of tears, his stomach full of grievances and bitterness turned into tears of unknown excitement at this moment, streaming down.
Wei Kesong cried while thinking, Chu Mingzhou is not worth Jupiter's worth, the water I carried, the big characters I copied, I was so angry that I wrote it until midnight with hand cramps, it was worth it! ! ! !
Although it was Mu Xing and not Wei Kesong who won the win, it had nothing to do with his boss who suddenly disappeared.
But Wei Kesong was just happy and kept crying.
Wei Kesong seemed to have ushered in the victory of two battles at the same time. He won the e-sports championship he had always wanted, and at the same time gave up Chu Mingzhou, which he had never had.
But it may be that God doesn’t like him. Living in this world, rich clothes and good food are hard to come by. If you want to get everything you want, you will be relieved if you don’t get it. How can there be such a happy time? It makes me feel uncomfortable!
Wei Kesong was happy for less than 5 minutes, but he couldn't be happy anymore.
Wei Kesong hid at the entrance of the corridor of the auditorium. He stared blankly at Mu Xing, whose coat had fallen to the ground and was holding the trophy.
He hasn't seen Jupiter, but he has seen Mu Xing.
Wei Kesong has seen some photos that Mu Xing sent him when he was a teenager.
Wei Kesong froze in place.
Jupiter was the child in the orphanage who was scalded by him, and then he has been guilty of supporting the child.
Wei Kesong's mind was confused, why did Mu Xing become Jupiter to play games and get close to him?Why didn't he tell him that he was Mu Xing all the time, and let him be kept secret until now?
What is Mu Xing doing here?revenge?Repay your favor?or something else?
The audience burst into cheers, and Wei Kesong's heart was mixed with ups and downs. His eyes fell on the eye-catching scar on Mu Xing's right index finger, and he was stung.
All kinds of mixed emotions finally brewed in Wei Kesong's heart into a feeling of being betrayed.
...Why didn't Jupiter tell him that he was Mu Xing?For so long, it has been hidden from him.
The reporter held up Mu Xing's right hand with a hideous scar from a distance like an exclamation: "My God, this is the first time I've seen an e-sports player with burns on his hand in so many years."
The reporter blinked jokingly: "This can be regarded as the scarred hand after being kissed by God."
On Mu Xing's arm is the Wei Kesong coat designed by a top designer. On his feet are Wei Kesong's sneakers of the same brand as his own. The earphones hanging around his neck are Wei Kesong's Carefully selected styles.
——On his hand was the scar from Wei Kesong's burning.
Mu Xing swept across the position specially reserved for Wei Kesong in the direction of the team, and stayed empty in the corner of his field of vision from the beginning to the end of the game.
Mu Xing lowered his eyes, and his slender eyelashes cast gradual shadows on his tall nose bridge. He shook his head slightly and retorted: "I was not kissed by God, but burned."
The reporter is very interested in everything about this dark horse that turned out to be born out of nowhere, whether it is the excellent appearance, the legendary operation just now, or the mysterious scar on his hand now, casually digging will be the headlines of tomorrow's e-sports section.
The reporter followed Mu Xing's words and said, "Scald? Will it affect the operation?"
Mu Xing, who just won the championship, was not as excited as other champions. Instead, he kept staring at an empty seat as if he had lost, and said in a low voice, "...Yes, it will affect micromanagement."
The reporter asked enthusiastically: "... Can you tell me about the injury?"
Mu Xing seemed to come back to his senses suddenly. After hearing this unpleasant topic, a layer of cold frost appeared on his handsome face, and he said: "No comment."
Wei Kesong stood at the entrance, with the spectator seats assigned to the Croissant team in front, and the dark entrance with cold wind gusting behind.
And Young Master Wei, who finally ran out, stood stiffly on a long corridor engulfed by shadows at the entrance. He only felt that his internal organs were frozen into pieces by Mu Xing's fierce "no comment" with icy shards. A solid piece of ice.
Wei Kesong raised his head suddenly and confused. He looked at Mu Xing who was standing on the stage surrounded by cheers and frowning. Wei Kesong only felt that this person was not the same person as the taciturn and obedient Jupiter he spent day and night with.
He lied to me, Wei Kesong originally thought so.
But where is the lie, Wei Kesong can't come up with an answer no matter how hard he thinks, he has always been clumsy and stupid in this kind of emotional issues, otherwise he wouldn't be played around by the people around him.
Wei Kesong just felt a sense of grievance out of thin air, wishing to ask this person what was going on.
But he dared not.
What if he really came to take revenge on him, Wei Kesong thought uncomfortably, if he really questioned him, wouldn't it mean that he was really cheated of his feelings? !
Wei Kesong tried to calm down and sort out the process of getting acquainted with Mu Xing.
Mu Xing didn't intentionally hide his identity, he was the one who approached him with a false identity at the beginning, pretending to be a woman and pretending to be stupid, it was only Wei Kesong from beginning to end.
Although his vest didn't cover it in the end, it was Wei Kesong who took the blame for being too nice to Mu Xing and burned the vest on his body, revealing the essence of a bastard inside.
After careful calculation, he, Wei Kesong, deceived Mu Xing more.
But why, why did he feel so suffocated?
Wei Kesong looked at the radiant Mu Xing's delicate and picturesque face on the screen, and wept sadly.
The withdrawn child in his memory back then has turned into the current appearance that makes Wei Kesong feel ashamed.
Mu Xing was at the other end of the screen, what kind of mood did he feel when he saw the man who scalded him stalking him, chasing him shamelessly to play games?
What kind of mood does it feel every time you use the mouse to pull this wound that has not healed for many years and take him to eat chicken?
Wei Kesong found that he couldn't even imagine what kind of mood Mu Xing was in.
Obviously feeling that he had done nothing wrong, Wei Kesong inexplicably felt a sense of shame that drowned him.
He stood there in a daze, with the draughty wind passing through his sleeves, his whole body was shaken by the mighty wind, and the words that Chu Mingzhou said before he left were all in his mind.
"If you treat him sincerely, does he treat you sincerely?"
Wei Kesong came in a hurry and ran away in a hurry.
In the evening, the team held a victory party, and the news of Wei Kesong's departure was found out by a group of restless friends, who all threatened to hold a good party for Wei Kesong to celebrate.
After all, Wei Kesong could be regarded as the champion this time, and Mu Xing, the dark horse, was left behind in the end.
Wei Kesong was getting annoyed, he didn't want to go to this shit party at all.
However, the rich second generation who had been forcing him to have an affair with Chu Mingzhou also went, and put down the question of whether Wei Shao only dared to play but didn't recognize it.
In a fit of anger, Wei Kesong followed him in a daze.
Wei Kesong regretted it in the past.
Mu Xing sat in the middle of the colorful deck with indifferent eyes, and was out of tune with the group of ghosts and ghosts who were howling around him.
Wei Kesong could vaguely see from the current Mu Xing a bit of his withdrawn and gloomy childhood.
Mu Xing's aura is too strong and he is a new god. The group of rich second generations around him are all here to run e-sports clubs. They more or less admire and yearn for this kind of god-level operator, although they all want to impress Mu Xing. Drinking, but Mu Xing said coldly and distantly, "In order to maintain the accuracy of the operation, don't drink", a group of young masters who have been drinking and drinking all the year round retreated embarrassingly.
Wei Kesong originally wanted to pretend he couldn't see Mu Xing, but Mu Xing didn't even wear glasses when he played games, so he didn't know why his eyesight was so good.
Wei Kesong, dressed all in black, walked into the booth where the lights were so dim that he couldn't touch the wine glass without saying a word.
Mu Xing seemed to be equipped with a detector that could detect Wei Kesong's breath, subconsciously turned his head towards Wei Kesong, and asked softly, "...Young Master Wei? Biscuit?"
Wei Kesong originally pretended to be dead and didn't want to respond, but some people couldn't understand it. The rich second generation who had been mocking him for his "deep love" for Chu Mingzhou said strangely: "The wood god called Wei Shao and called Biscuit?"
The rich second generation's "little biscuit" has a little bit of a weird smile.
The Croissant team has always been ridiculed as the Little Biscuit team because the vegetables are fragile.
For this bet, Wei Kesong specially set up two accounts for eating chicken. One is called Big Biscuit, which is Mu Xing's account; the other is called Little Biscuit, which is his account.
Originally, Wei Kesong was just laughing at himself, because players called Kesong the Biscuit Team, so he gave himself the account of Small Biscuit, and Mu Xing was better than him, so he gave Mu Xing the account of Big Biscuit.
But how the fuck is it so weird to spit it out of this bitch's mouth? !
Wei Kesong didn't hold back, and was about to curse back, when Mu Xing replied calmly: "Well, I'm a big biscuit, and we're a pair of biscuits."
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