The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 131 Can I touch your trophy? (37)
"Huh?" Cen Mu was slightly taken aback.

Gu Shi pulled out a bitter smile, dim light enveloped his tall figure, and his voice floated from the haze: "I understand."

"Scholar, you..."

Before I could say "Xueba, you are very good to me", the door of the room was gently closed.

When the last light and shadow disappeared from the darkness, Cen Mu's heart seemed to be grabbed by something.

Does the heart hurt when you have a cold?
Cen Mu's mind was in a mess, and his headache felt like it was about to burst.

He must be dreaming.

How could Xueba be so abnormal, he must be dreaming, just wake up.

Back in the room, he fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, the sun was shining again.

Are you late again?
Cen Mu reached out to touch the phone and glanced at the time, it was 10:30.

Rubbing the center of his brows, why does his head hurt more than yesterday.

Cen Mu put on his slippers and went out. The food in the kitchen was warmed, and he poured a cup of hot water.

"Xueba?" Cen Mu went to the living room to get medicine, but he didn't see that familiar figure on the sofa.

His voice was terribly hoarse, but in the empty house, apart from his own echo, there was no extra sound that made Cen Mu truly flustered.

Xueba must have gone for a walk.

Cen Mu glanced at the guest room, but he didn't dare to go in.

After washing up, I ate breakfast and drank the medicine quietly.It was almost eleven o'clock, and Gu Shi didn't come back to make lunch.

Cen Mu finally pushed open the door.

A clean room, as if no one has ever lived in it.It seemed that the smell of Gu Shi still lingered in the air, but there was nothing in the room except a few of his things.

There are always two books on the clothes in the closet, the figure on the desk, and the small table on the balcony.

It's all clean now.

Duke Zhou Mengdie, is all this a dream?But so true...

Did you just go away without a sound?Didn't even say hello?
At least he thought they were at least friends.

It turned out that it was nothing.

Cen Mu didn't know how he walked back to the room, nestled in the seat, next to Gu Shi's chair.Cen Mu frowned and looked away.As soon as I looked up, I saw the figure, placed in the most conspicuous place.

Picking up a book casually, there are no messy things he drew on it, the notes are clean, and there are Gu Shi's annotations beside it.

It was already twelve o'clock, and Cen Mu didn't want to broadcast live.

His throat was so painful that he slumped in the seat, and he didn't even think about pouring hot water.

Sure enough, he was always alone.

No friends, no family.

The notification sound of the mobile phone kept coming back, and Cen Mu finally clicked on it.

The most conspicuous one was the news that Gu Shi had quit the housing management group.

Many people sent him messages, asking why he hadn't broadcast live yet.

Cen Mu said in the group that he was sick, and then he didn't move.

The scenes of getting along with Gu Shi are all in front of my eyes, why did Xueba leave without saying a word?
Cen Mu couldn't figure it out, and even quit his group.

Why don't you... ask?
Cen Mu was a little afraid, he didn't make many friends in the first place.Although he seems to talk about everything, he has no scruples when talking to friends who are playing with him.But once like this, he doesn't know what to do.

Just like how he got along with his mother, once his mother married his uncle, he didn't even want to make a phone call.

Those who are kicked out are not worthy to participate in it again.

People who are too sensitive, once their friends leave, it is their own fault.All the sunshine on him is just a layer of camouflage.

He turned his eyes slightly and looked towards the window.The curtains were drawn tightly, and the whole room was dark.

This should be the real him, always in the dark.

(End of this chapter)