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Mu Su pronounced the name again, then got up with the quilt in his hands, the coat wrapped around his body slipped to the ground, turned around and went to the guest room that Lee had prepared for him.

The earth would still function normally without anyone, and Musu quit the entertainment industry without causing any disturbance.

Musu’s life in the past was inseparable from the company as the center of the circle. Now he specially chooses half a city away from the company as the starting point, and opened a porridge shop——Qing·congee,

Musu's other meals are very ordinary, but he can cook porridge in a fancy way, so he took the money Lee gave him to set up a small shop and opened a porridge shop.

The furnishings inside are very simple, and the most advanced thing is the air conditioner, which was a gift from Lee when it opened.

"Hey, you're not that..."

This is the nth conversation in the store, and there are always some people who look at the handsome guy standing in front of the counter with surprised expressions.

Maybe life is so weird. In the past, Musu was transparent when he stood on the stage, but now he opens a small shop and is regarded as a big star, and there are always people who want to drag him to take pictures. Maybe it is a lower class, maybe Musu originally Not suitable for those dazzling stages.

"Musu, are you really not going to be a star anymore? I remember that I was very obsessed with you a long time ago, and now Tian Chen is the most popular fried chicken, and my former idol is standing in front of me for me Order." A female college student kept talking about the menu, "Did you leave because of Tian Chen's popularity?"

In fact, Musu and Tian Chen are not very familiar, maybe Tian Chen is more familiar with Tan Qingfeng, but there seems to be no stake in the two of them.

"Because I'm too angry, so I have to earn a living to support my family." Mu Su's words were still funny as always, so calm that the diners in the lobby couldn't help chatting more vigorously.

"Musu, I always thought this was your stage name, but I didn't expect this to be your real name."

Mu Su shook his head helplessly, "I've been saying it all the time, but the TV seems to have magical powers. No matter how I explain it, many people still have doubts about it. Don't you automatically believe it when you see me?"

Musu's life seems to be busier than before, the doors don't close until ten o'clock every day, and the streets are already deserted when they go out.

Pulling down the rolling shutter door, he got up and beat his shoulder, and when he looked up, he saw the billboard on the opposite side, on which Tian Chen showed a bright smile.

He suddenly thought of the word lingering, why did it seem like nothing had changed at such a distance.

"Could it be that these two people are also playing some unspoken rules." Suddenly, his thoughts drifted to the sky, and Mu Su thought of a question strangely, "Could it be that Tan Qingfeng ten years ago was really a ghost?"

"I'm only thinking about this now, isn't the reflex arc a bit too long..."

Suddenly a cold voice came from behind, Mu Su stopped in shock, turned his eyes slightly, and looked at the elongated shadow on the ground.

Musu's left hand was beating his right shoulder, his movements were frozen, but his fist was held by one hand, and his whole body was as stiff as a stone, but he heard someone behind him whisper, "Is there any porridge for sale?"

The small shop that had just closed was lit up again. Musu stood in front of the small stove with his sleeves rolled up, using a round spoon to keep stirring the porridge in the small pot, knocking on the edge twice crisply, and a bowl of seemingly bland porridge The porridge was delivered to the table.

"Thank you." He didn't mind that Musu didn't put any side dishes for him, he used a spoon to stir it twice habitually, put a small mouthful into his mouth, then frowned, and Musu couldn't help frowning when he saw this .

But the knotted eyebrows were soon loosened, and he continued to drink as if nothing had happened. Mu Su felt tired looking at it. Five tablespoons of sugar were added to the bowl of porridge. This person doesn't like sweets, so it's hard enough for him...

The long and slender fingers held the edge of the bowl and stopped him, "Okay, I'll cook another bowl."

His finger was blocked by someone, and he drank the whole bowl of porridge in one go. After drinking the bowl of porridge, he just wiped it with a paper towel, got up and walked towards the door.

"Talk about Qingfeng..." Mu Su wanted to stop calling him, but the name just came to his lips but gradually faded away, "I haven't paid yet..."

The next day, Mu Su was always absent-minded when doing things, and looked down at the watch on his wrist. The hour hand was almost ten o'clock, and the door should have been closed if he had nothing to do, but today's movements were a little slow.

"Musu, I'm leaving." Brother Wang, who was working part-time in the store, also left. Musu looked down at the time again, thinking that he might not come again today, so he turned off the lights and prepared to close the shutter door and leave.

The rolling shutter door was only halfway down, when suddenly a pair of feet appeared next to them, wearing shiny and annoying leather shoes, one could tell who it was.But Mu Su immediately suppressed the faint surprise in his heart, but his face was full of displeasure, and he heard another question, "Is there any porridge for sale?"

Mu Su stood up with a sullen face, "Next time, please come early, and ask when people close. Not everyone is as free as you."

Opening the door again while cursing, the other party stepped into the shop door and was about to walk towards the seat where he was sitting last night, but he heard Mu Su stop at a seat by the window, knock heavily on the table, and lightly said, "Sit here."

He stood in front of the small stove again, looking at the man sitting by the window not far away, as quiet as ten years ago.

A bowl of hot white porridge was brought out, and seeing the other party take a sip, there was that funny frown again, seeing this, Musu tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise, watching the bowl of porridge being drank bit by bit Going down, thinking about whether to add a little more salt next time.

The mood was particularly comfortable because of pranking others, but it only took a few seconds to feel comfortable. When I turned my head and saw the billboard reflected on the glass window, my eyes suddenly dimmed a lot, and I glanced at the man in front of me again.

The other party also seemed to have noticed the slight ripples in Mu Su's emotions, and raised his head after drinking a bowl of porridge, and their eyes collided inadvertently, which shocked Mu Su.

Once again, he left without saying anything, and Musu didn't have any urge to chase him out.Looking down, he saw that there was still a spoonful of porridge left in the bowl, and he stretched out his hand to put it into his mouth.

Eye sockets suddenly astringent, put his hand on his forehead, and sighed, "It's really unpalatable."