Seeing that the other party's hand was about to dip into the pajamas, I hurriedly said, "Wait...wait!"
The man moved for a while and took his hand away. After a while, there was a click of the switch on the bedside, and the room was brightly lit.
I put my elbows on the bed and raised my upper body slightly. When I saw the other person's face clearly, I was stunned on the spot.
The other party has a face similar to Shang Muxiao, wearing a gray-blue shirt, a dark gray vest, and a suit jacket of the same color on his hands. The corners of the eyes are engraved with thin traces of the years, and the lines between the eyebrows are obvious, looking mature and majestic.
It is Shang Lu.
A living, real Shanglu.
He was taken home by Shang Muxiao inexplicably before. He was shocked and panicked, and he was not in the mood to think about anything else. He had no real sense of seeing Shang Lu. Now that Shang Lu is in front of me, even though I know that this former idol might not see me, but due to the conditioned reflex of a movie fan, I still hold my breath unconsciously and my heart beats faster.
Celebrities are different from ordinary people. Even if he is considered to be in his fifties, he looks at most forty, and he doesn't even have a single white hair. He really is a natural beauty.
"...Who are you?" Shang Lu stared at me blankly, probably because he was too shocked, he was kneeling on the edge of the bed with one leg bent.
A little too close for two strangers meeting for the first time.
"I..." His lips twitched, but he couldn't say a word, and he didn't know how to introduce himself.
Humans have the most complex language system in the world. The same vocabulary can be rearranged and combined to become another meaning. Unfortunately, the art of speaking is not mastered by everyone. For emergencies, not everyone can be eloquent and easy to deal with.
"Teacher, outside..."
But just when I was worried about how to identify myself to Shang Lu, the door on the other side was suddenly pushed open.
Shang Muxiao stepped forward with a smile. Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped and stood frozen at the door.
If there is a cosmic will, it must be naive and wicked, and those who are favored by it must accept its suffocating special care and become the protagonists of all dramas.
The three of us hurriedly met each other without any preparation.
The smile on Shang Muxiao's face dissipated little by little, and his expression became visibly cold.
"What are you doing?"
Shang Lu looked back at him and then at me again.
When he looked back at me again, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, as if he had understood something just between his eyes.
"Sorry, I recognized the wrong person." He straightened up, turned around and walked towards Shang Muxiao.
The two were getting closer and closer, Shang Muxiao's whole body was tensed, the corners of his lips were straight, and he looked like he was waiting.
Shang Lu didn't stop, just brushed past him, and ordered in a voice like ice and snow: "You, come with me."
Shang Muxiao glanced at me, quickly withdrew his gaze, took the door and went outside with Shang Lu. But I don't know if Shang Lu was too confident about the sound insulation of the house, or he wanted to tell me.
"Who is that on the bed?" Shang Lu's voice came in faintly, a little suffocated, but he could still hear clearly.
"My sister didn't they say anything? That's my philosophy teacher and my current partner." Shang Muxiao's words contained the joy of getting revenge for the great revenge.
Shang Lu was quiet, as if digesting this information.
"Do you think I'll be angry when you brought people back? You want to resist my oppression against you in this way?" Shang Lu spoke again, with a sarcastic tone, "Shang Muxiao, even if you are with a dog, I won't be angry either. Your life is yours and it has nothing to do with me."
Although he didn't directly compare me to a dog, that meant more or less.
Sure enough, movie roles are movie roles, and must not be confused with the actors themselves.
"Since it has nothing to do with you, why do you always interfere in my life and force me to do things I don't like to do? I was asked to apply for the finance department before, and now I am asked to make movies. My life is mine Your own?" Shang Muxiao sneered, "I don't even know it myself!"
"Because it's not just your life, it's my life. When our life trajectories overlap, do you think I should prioritize your feelings? What kind of clothes are you wearing that I didn't give you? Even this My life is given by me, what are you angry about?"
"You gave it? Don't you often say that my life was exchanged for my mother's life?"
Shang Lu didn't answer, I don't know if he was speechless, or he was too lazy to pay attention, but I had no reason to think it was the latter.
After a short silence, Shang Muxiao's tone calmed down, but he only showed a strong exhaustion: "Why on earth did you want to give birth to me?"
Shang Lu was silent for a longer time this time.
"I thought she would be happy to have another child, but unexpectedly made her even more unhappy. I also regret that." His voice lowered, showing a tone that was completely different from the aggressive tone just now. It seems that just mentioning Mei Zixun is enough to make him gentle.
"So you hate me, you think I killed her."
"No." Shang Lu paused and said, "We killed her together."
I sucked in a sharp breath, and tightened the placket of my men's clothes. I was just listening, and I was shocked by the lethality of these words.
Shang Muxiao once said that although Shang Lu was not a good father, he had never abused him. He was wrong, Shang Lu did not treat him badly in terms of food and clothing, but he abused him. With words, with an indifferent attitude, it turned into a sharp blade, stabbing the most innocent child.
It is hard to imagine how Shang Muxiao endured these "violence" for years.
The outside was completely quiet, and after Shang Lu said that, even Shang Muxiao had to take it easy.
For a long time, just when I thought that after the quarrel was over, both of them had already left, Shang Muxiao slowly opened the door and walked in.
His body is intact, and there are no wounds on his face, but anyone who looks into his eyes will clearly realize that he is injured, badly injured, dying and dripping with blood.
He sat down beside the bed and did not mention the quarrel.
"Teacher, it's snowing outside."
Before going to bed, I didn't pull the blackout curtain, but just pulled a layer of white gauze. At this time, I looked out into a black hole, and I couldn't see the lights or snow.
"Then it should be cold tomorrow..."
"Where did he touch you?" Shang Muxiao raised his hand to hold my cheek, and gently rubbed my lower lip with the pulp of his thumb.
The sudden change in the subject made me feel a little overwhelmed.
"He said he recognized the wrong person, maybe he didn't find Fang Qinian, thought he was sleeping underneath..." When he spoke, he inevitably touched Shang Muxiao's fingers, and his fingertips got a little damp.
"Did he touch you here?" Shang Muxiao didn't seem to hear me at all, and as my lips opened and closed, he put more fingers in.
I felt uncomfortable and wanted to back away, but he fixed my face and wouldn't allow me to move.
"...I didn't think it was you."
I clarified the misunderstanding to him, but he didn't seem to need my clarification at all.
"Yes, we look alike." His eyes were dark and there was no expression on his face, "Why do you look at him like that?"
How do you see him
Thumb against the tip of the tongue, stroking and teasing it like a docile pet, escaping and escaping, and escaping. I was dazed by his fingers, and soon the body fluid slid down the corners of my lips, leaving a tingling trail on my jaw.
"Business..."
"Do you like him touching you?"
With a thorn in my heart, I was finally sure that he was taking out his anger and making trouble unreasonably. Unable to bear it, I clenched my teeth and bit down.
Shang Muxiao frowned, and subconsciously pulled back his hand, looking at the deep tooth marks on his knuckles, his brows and eyes became even more gloomy.
Wiping the saliva from my lips, I coldly drove him away: "Get out."
He looked up, and the dangerous emotion in his eyes was frightening, as if he was about to slaughter me in the next moment, tear my throat, and gnaw at my flesh and blood.
In this huge space, there were only the sound of our shallow breathing. In this extremely quiet, the nerves collapsed to the top, and it is not surprising that anything happened.
Suddenly, a series of loud gun battles sounded outside the window, and behind the hazy white gauze, in the dark night sky, bright fireworks bloomed.
The sound of firecrackers, bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.
It's zero.
All emotions were interrupted by this noise, like Cinderella who was about to return to her original appearance at midnight, Shang Muxiao glanced out the window, the haze between his brows dissipated little by little, taking back all his sharpness and arrogance.
"Have a good rest, we'll leave here tomorrow." He leaned forward, as if to kiss me, but I avoided him first.
He stopped, didn't force it, didn't say anything, got up and left.
The liveliness outside the house continued, lighting up the night sky completely. I sat on the bed for a while, and my heart was full of mixed tastes, among which the bitter taste was the most bitter.
It was too noisy outside, firecrackers were placed on and off at one point, and the phone kept vibrating, accepting the New Year's greetings from all parties.
I simply edited one and added it to the group issue list.
Around two o'clock, the surroundings finally completely quieted down. I fell asleep again and had many dreams. When I woke up, I felt very heavy. I thought I hadn't slept much. When I looked at my phone, it was ten o'clock.
After washing up, I put on my clothes and left the bedroom.
The businessman's villa is really a bit big. I didn't remember the way last night, so I was confused when I was looking for the door. When passing an intersection, I suddenly heard Shang Yunrou's voice from the left.
"Can I be like you?"
On the left is a small living room, separated from the corridor by a Bogu shelf. Shang Yunrou was talking to Shang Muxiao in a low voice. The two of them were facing my direction, and I was blocked again, so no one paid attention. to my arrival.
Shang Muxiao sat on the sofa with a condescending tone: "What's the difference?"
"It's different everywhere!" Shang Yunrou tried her best to restrain herself, but she still couldn't hide her excitement.
I had a hunch that their topic couldn't be separated from me, so I didn't rush to speak out, and carefully planned to go back the same way.
"That's good. As long as you break up with the surnamed Yang, I'll break up with him."
I was stunned for a while, then raised my head abruptly, through the gap of the Bogu frame, the casual smile on Shang Muxiao's face was revealed in front of me without any cover.
He may like me, but he doesn't value the relationship. This fact, which was only clarified last night, was once again presented to me clearly and unreservedly.
Suddenly, but not so many surprises.