Too close.

At this moment, he was pressed between the sofa and the man's chest, surrounded by the other party's smell. Mu Suxing turned his head with difficulty, his vision was unbiased, and he fell on the glass ashtray on the coffee table.

The pressure from the neck made him frown in discomfort. Mu Suxing knew what he should explain - the rapid improvement in animation production level? It has different living habits from his youth, or changes in personality and style.

However, at this moment, he turned his head slightly and his eyes accidentally fell not far away, but he became distracted inappropriately.

He always knew that Qin Sheng smoked. This could be judged by the faint smell of tobacco on each other when the two of them occasionally approached.

But in Mu Suxing's memory, Qin Sheng never smoked in front of him, and would not even show any signs related to it - apart from the naturally dyed tobacco smell on his body, Qin Sheng never smoked in front of him, or left any other clues.

He has always been so responsible.

Mu's father and mother were busy at work, so she threw Mu Suxing, who was five or six years old, to take care of him. So Qin Sheng, who was only in his early sixteen years old, seriously played the role of a qualified guardian. He taught him to write, arithmetic, corrected his willful eating habits, and did not allow him to swear, nor did he fight.

Of course, Qin Sheng would not smoke in front of him. Since he did not allow Xiao Musuxing to be spoiled by the chaotic guys outside, he certainly did not allow Xiao Musuxing to develop any bad habits that should not have because of his own particularity.

He met the man's eyes without any emotion: "I am Mu Suxing."

Qin Sheng didn't say anything.

The man looked at him calmly, and his eyes were not like scrutiny, but more like scrutiny. He tried his best to keep himself awake on weekdays and compare and analyze the person in front of him with the boy in his memory without any personal emotions.

From a innocent and stubborn five-year-old child to a tall and handsome boy.

It was a child he raised with his own hands. He knew his personality better than his parents, his unconscious small movements and secret and simple thoughts in his life. Qin Sheng, who did not know much about painting and animation, could even accurately call out the painting style he was good at, the artistic techniques he preferred, and even his level in every stage.

Because of cherishing, we understand. Because of understanding, it is difficult to ignore seemingly subtle changes.

In the past, Mu Suxing seemed proud and cold, but in fact he was sensitive and fragile. Even Qin Sheng often felt at a loss for this. The boy of the past has grown up and he could no longer keep a guard against every detail like he was when he was a child, especially after Mu's father and mother passed away unexpectedly, because even Qin Sheng himself was not sure whether he was self-righteous and caring, whether it would cause secondary harm to the other party.

But Musu Star has changed.

He no longer wraps his inferiority and vulnerability with a mask of pride and indifference. He becomes calm and confident. He knows what he should do and can handle everything in an orderly manner with a calm attitude.

He was no longer...resisting him as he used to be.

Logically speaking, Qin Sheng should have been happy about this, but he really couldn't ignore the sudden changes of the other party. He was not a person who believed in metaphysics, but he couldn't bet on that if--

What if the person in front of me is not his Mu Suxing?

If the young man he was familiar with had been replaced by a lonely ghost who came from unknown where he was, then where was his young man? Will he suffer any irreversible damage from where he did not see it?

Mu Suxing could sense that there was a little more dangerous feeling in the man's eyes. At the same time, the force on the other party's hand still had a tendency to tighten further, and Mu Suxing bit the corner of his lips unbearably.

He didn't know how to explain to the other party.

What did you say? He was not the original Musu Xing, but the Musu Xing who should have died twenty years later? With Qin Sheng's personality, would he believe such a nonsense?

While his thoughts were confused, Mu Suxing moved the corners of his lips with difficulty and whispered to him: "Shengsheng...brother."

The force on his hands subconsciously relaxed. Qin Sheng lowered his head, looked at the young man pursed the corner of his lips, gently touched the place where the pinched neck was hurt, while holding the sofa with his hands and sitting up with difficulty.

Qin Sheng stared at him silently, his face gloomy and unstable.

The year when he first came to take over the responsibility of taking care of Mu Suxing, the boy was still five or six years old. Mu Suxing didn't like to call him brother in a regular manner. Every time he saw him, he would smile and say "sing" with his eyebrows. Qin Sheng didn't care about this, but Mu's father and mother felt rude and had to correct Mu Suxing's name every few days.

After a long time, Xiao Musuxing combined the two names into one and called him "Brother Shengsheng".

For this overly naive name, his friends have laughed at him a lot.

The young man raised his head slightly, revealing his elegant and slender neck, but his fair and delicate skin was already blue and purple because of his actions just now. Mu Suxing carefully pressed the green and purple pieces, trying to keep calm and composed, but the corners of his eyes were slightly red, revealing his master's aggrieved mood.

Qin Sheng didn't say anything.

He did not miss the grievances that were not completely covered in the eyes of the young man. This perception made him even more gloomy. He felt Wuming's irritability and instinctively touched his trouser pocket with his right hand. As soon as the cigarette that had not been lit was taken out, Mu Suxing reached out and knocked it off without hesitation.

Qin Sheng raised his eyes and looked at him.

Mu Suxing was originally a little angry.

But when Qin Sheng raised his head and his eyes fell on him without any emotion, Mu Suxing couldn't help it for a moment. At this moment, his twenty years of life experience lost to his youth's instinct - facing that familiar gaze, Mu Suxing couldn't help but feel a little cowardly.

"This is not fair." Mu Suxing pursed his lips and tried to make a serious expression: "I promise you not to stay up late, and in exchange, you are not allowed to smoke."

Qin Sheng's body paused for a few seconds, leaned over to pick up the cigarette that fell on the ground and rolled around. Mu Suxing thought he was unhappy, and subconsciously changed his words hesitantly: "...It's okay to smoke a little less."

“Move back.”

...Huh?

Mu Suxing looked up in surprise and saw Qin Sheng throwing the cigarette butts he picked up and the ashtray into the trash can.

"Since you said you were him, then stay." I wonder if it was his illusion, Mu Suxing felt that the other party's attitude seemed to soften a lot: "Prove it to me."

Yes or no, obviously, are not proved by Mu Suxing's words. Qin Sheng's idea is very simple. Whether the other party is Mu Suxing himself, but a lonely ghost next to him. After a week or two, he can naturally distinguish it.

After saying this, he turned around and left. Mu Suxing knew that Qin Sheng's room was upstairs. He opened his mouth, thinking that he wanted to keep the other party, but he didn't know what to say.

Unexpectedly, a few seconds later, Qin Sheng got off from the upper floor with a spare medicine box.

The cool plaster was evenly applied to the traces on the neck. Qin Sheng's movements were very careful, but when it was occasionally touched, it was inevitable that it would hurt a little. Mu Suxing was no longer a child, so naturally he would not be able to bear the pain at all. He thought he was silent and did not show it. Qin Sheng did not speak, but his movements on his hands were obviously a little gentler.

When he lay down in his room at night, Mu Suxing thought he might not be able to sleep well - after all, there were too many big things happening this day. But when he was actually lying in his bed, his mood was unexpectedly calm.

He was not panicked.

He is him, and this will never change. It is just that the changes from before and after are too big. It is normal for Qin Sheng to have some doubts. Mu Suxing doesn't know how to make Qin Sheng believe that he was reborn. At present, it seems that he can only make the other party believe that he is Mu Suxing himself first, and then consider letting him accept his rebirth.

The brain's consciousness gradually dissipated with the fatigue of the body. Before he fell asleep completely, Mu Suxing had an idea for no reason: If you do it according to Qin Sheng, is the two of them considered living together?
Chapter completed!