Ling Mobei was tossing and turning on the sofa, unable to sleep. He heard the bathroom door being opened, followed by light footsteps, and the sound of the door closing again.
Ling Mobei sat up and took out the keychain from his pocket. He always carried it with him wherever he went.
He wanted to return it to its owner, but he never had the courage, or rather, he was reluctant to part with it.
In the glass cabinet, the sniper rifle Xu Chuanyang had just polished was placed on the top floor. He held up the bullet shell in his hand and measured it in the air. Could this bullet be in that gun? What does it mean to him?
Of great significance?
Ling Mobei sighed and lay down again.
Sleeping until midnight, he felt thirsty, so he got up in a daze and looked for water. Almost with his eyes closed, he found a bottle of mineral water in the refrigerator. He unscrewed it and took two sips. When he walked back, he felt a little confused.
My mind was confused and I mistakenly thought this place was my home. Instead of running to the sofa, I went straight into the bedroom.
When he touched the soft bed, he did not forget to raise a comfortable smile, jumped on it, and fell asleep beautifully.
The door was always open. Ling Mobei was confused and forgot to close the door, so he lay sleeping on his back.
Xu Chuanyang's sleepiness had always been light. He opened his eyes when he heard footsteps, glanced at the empty room, and slowly sat up.
The alarm clock on the bedside showed that it was three o'clock in the middle of the night. It was still dark outside and there was no sound in the community.
Xu Chuanyang got out of bed, opened the door and walked out.
With a little moonlight outside the window, he saw the guest bedroom door open and a vague figure on the bed.
The heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Xu Chuanyang walked over lightly, not daring to make any noise, as if he was afraid of disturbing this unreal dream.
Is he back? After being away from him for so long, is he finally willing to come back?
Xu Chuanyang slowly walked to the bed and sat next to him. The person on the bed was hugging the quilt and facing the window, huddled up as if afraid of the cold. In the moonlight, only his thin back and short hair could be seen.
black hair.
The corners of Xu Chuanyang's mouth twitched and raised slightly, freezing the momentary surge of moonlight on his lips, and his eyes were full of gentle doting.
He carefully stretched out his hand and put it gently against his ear. His movements were gentle and careful, for fear of alarming him, and he was cautious every time he touched.
His Minghao is back.
As he thought this, the smile on his lips grew wider. He leaned down, and the handsome outline was close to the side of his face. His skin was still as white as snow and as thin as porcelain, just as he remembered it.
"Well..." The person on the bed turned over and faced him. As if he felt someone was staring at him, Ling Mobei slowly opened his eyes.
Xu Chuanyang's face became clearer in his sight. The distance between him and him was only a small fist. He was looking at him with gentle caress and infatuation in his eyes, just like a child watching.
His most beloved toy, he had never seen Xu Chuanyang show such an expression before, as if he was a big boy in love, facing his beloved girl, the smile in his eyes was as soft as cotton candy.
"Xu Chuanyang." Ling Mobei shouted softly.
The beautiful dream was suddenly cut into pieces by a huge pair of scissors, and Xu Chuanyang suddenly woke up.
Looking at the confused Ling Mobei in front of him, he stood up suddenly and said, "Who asked you to sleep here?"
Ling Mobei was still in a daze of sleep. At this time, he sat up and couldn't remember how he got in.
"I..." He opened his mouth to explain.
"Get out." Xu Chuanyang's voice was as sharp as a sharp blade, "Get out."
The warm smile she showed him one second ago suddenly changed to a different face.
After all, Ling Mobei was a child raised in fine clothes and fine food. When had he ever been so cruel? He threw the pillow in his hand at him, "Xu Chuanyang, you are going too far."
Xu Chuanyang grabbed him and said, "I told you to get out."
"I won't get out, I won't get out." Ling Mobei got up and threw the quilt on the bed, "You stingy guy, didn't you just sleep in your bed? I'll pay you a hundred."
"Ling Mobei." Xu Chuanyang's eyes were red and he shouted sternly, "Get off here."
"don't want."
Xu Chuanyang took a deep breath, stepped onto the bed, pinched his neck with one hand, and pressed him down on the bed easily. Ling Mobei's head hit the bed board with a thud, and he felt pain.
Tears welled up in his eyes. Even though his hands and feet were numb from the pain, he still grabbed a bunch of things and threw them at him, "You have the ability to strangle me to death."
The things he grabbed at random were some clothes stacked on the bedside table. Seeing these clothes falling from all around, Xu Chuanyang seemed like a crazy lion, waving his hand and giving him a slap in the face.
The slap was so hard and loud that both of them were stunned.
Ling Mobei looked at him with his big eyes. What happened just now was so fast that his brain had no time to react. By the time he reacted, his face was already filled with burning pain.
He touched his face in disbelief, tears welling up uncontrollably, "Xu Chuanyang, you hit me, you actually hit me."
He knew he had a bad temper, but he didn't expect him to hit someone.
Xu Chuanyang didn't expect that he would hit him, and he would hit him so hard. He felt a little guilty and tentatively stretched out his hand to see where he had been beaten.
"Hit me, Xu Chuanyang, hit me." Ling Mobei cried and waved away his hand, and climbed out of bed, wiping his tears and feeling aggrieved like a child, "No one has ever hit me before.
Why do you have it, Xu Chuanyang, why do you have it?"
A bright red fingerprint could be vaguely discerned on his fair face. He was so angry just now that he really used a lot of strength, and his face was slightly swollen.
"Let me take a look..." He reached out and pulled his face.
"You don't need to pretend to be kind." Ling Mobei pushed him away and rushed out angrily. His voice could still be heard the moment the door closed, "Xu Chuanyang, I will not forgive you."
Xu Chuanyang stood there and looked at his palms. He had exerted so much strength. His palms were still slightly numb. No wonder he was crying like that.
Looking at the messy bedroom in front of him, he squatted down and picked up the clothes that had fallen on the floor and bed one by one.
These are Minghao's clothes, and this place has always been the same as when he left. He has been waiting, waiting for one day, he will come back, although he knows very well that that day will never come again, he has left him
Already, forever!
Xu Chuanyang put his clothes next to him, picked up a cigarette and smoked it silently. The smoke shrouded his face, and a hint of bitterness was hidden in the corner of his eyes. ********** Update