"Lied to me… "
Xie Mu trembling eyelashes, stood up abruptly, the end of his eyes was full of red.
"You... all lied to me..."
Bai Yuxiu didn't know what happened, but the sudden uneasiness in his heart made him eagerly reach out his hand to try to grab the boy, but he dodged hastily like he was avoiding some scourge.
The young man stared blankly at the person in white in front of him, and those things that he couldn't figure out, those things that he couldn't figure out, seemed to emerge at this moment.
After a while, it was Wen Mingquan's gentle voice, "Xiaomu, you look better in white, and you will wear white from now on."
After a while, it was Bai Yuxiu who put on a white coat again and explained to him in a gentle voice, "I have liked white since I was a child, so my clothes are basically white."
Then, it was Wen Mingquan who taught him to play the piano. He seemed to be born without this cell, and he couldn't learn it no matter what. At this time, the man's eyes would be full of disappointment.
Xie Mu didn't want to disappoint him.
He tries hard every day to find time to contact, find a piano teacher, and secretly play at home. He can't remember once, but only twice, three times, four times...
Finally, he learned.
He was dressed in white, sitting in front of the piano, playing the piece.
At that time, how happy he was, because his bright spring looked at him with a gentle and loving gaze that he had never had before, as if he was looking at the whole world.
In order to get such sight, Xie Mu would give everything.
He thought, at least, he had it.
Even if you end up in failure...
But now, these photos of Bai Yuxiu, who loves to wear white clothes and play the piano, are in front of him.
Everything seemed to make sense.
What he has, in fact, is nothing more than a game.
Wen Mingquan had always wanted him to live as another person.
But now, the man in front of him, who looked similar to him, walked up to him with a face full of worry, and his familiar gentle voice was full of worry, "Xiao Mu, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Xie Mu blinked, as if seeing Bai Yuxiu's face clearly for the first time, his eyes were blurred by tears, but he was still looking hard.
Look at his eyes, his nose, Wen Mingquan, do you want him to look like this
Rong Jing said.
— Thank you, you should thank your boyfriend.
——If he hadn't sent someone to replace you, I wouldn't have helped Baijia either.
He thought that he had suffered an indiscriminate disaster.
He thought that he was sorry for Mingquan.
My heart hurts...
It hurts like it's about to burst.
"Xiaomu, what's the matter with you?"
Bai Yuxiu chased after worryingly, but saw the young man who had been crying for a long time, looking at him with red eyes.
With a hoarse voice, he asked in a harsh voice, "What's the relationship between you and Wen Mingquan?"
The man froze on the spot.
His reaction made Xie Mu more sure of the speculation in his heart. He blinked hard, trying not to let the tears cover his sight, but the astringent tears couldn't be controlled no matter what.
"Tell me, what is your relationship with him?"
With a hoarse voice, he almost begged, "Tell me... What do you say you have to do with him!"
Xie Mu shook his hands, and placed the photos on his phone in front of Bai Yuxiu.
"You don't know each other? Didn't you meet by chance? What's going on?"
The man clenched his fists tightly, looked at the photos on his phone, and said nothing.
The young man stared at him blankly for a while, and then he laughed bitterly at himself.
He took a step back and looked at him, "I thought, you are really, really nice to me..."
"Really treat me like a brother..."
"Fake, all fake..."
He stumbled, out of the man's sight.
Bai Yuxiu still stood where he was, with a pair of eyes similar to Xie Mu's, staring at his back without turning his head.
The white hands that had been praised as being carved out of jade were clenched tightly, almost bleeding from pinching, and finally let go.
In the end, did it still fall on Wen Mingquan
But, how can I be willing
He has been looking for the white, Xiaomu, for so many years, and it should be his.
***
Wen Mingquan heard a knock on the door.
He glanced at the cat's eye, inside, the boy who was shivering from the cold stood outside the door.
The door opened, Xie Mu's eyes were red and swollen, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at the man.
"It was you who gave me to him?"
His expression was so distressing, as if all hope had been destroyed, and all his strength had been destroyed.
But looking at the man's eyes, they were still full of prayers.
The boy said tremblingly, "Mingquan, you know, no matter what you say, I will believe it."
Even at this moment, the answer was already in front of his eyes, but Xie Mu was still persistent, waiting for his answer.
Wen Mingquan had the illusion of losing the ability to breathe.
He could feel his heart beating wildly, and his hands wanted to hug the boy in front of him and hold him in his arms.
He is good at lying, but now, he can't tell a lie at all.
In the end, Wen Mingquan lowered his eyes slightly, avoiding the young man's gaze, and said hoarsely, "Yes."
A soft sentence is enough to completely collapse the expression on the young man's face.