Project to Eliminate White Moonlight [ABO]

The twilight was deep, and there was an orange-red solitude in the empty studio.

The heavy orange is flowing in the air, and the shadows and orange overlap charmingly on the plaster statue.

Muzhi saw off the last student, closed the studio door, and slowly sat on the soft sofa beside him.

The space in the studio is limited, except for the empty space in the middle where easels are placed, all kinds of plaster figures and plastic fruits are placed in other places.

The only soft sofa to rest on, the right side is also full of unopened packages.

The wooden branch was leaning on the package covered with tape, he lowered his head to light a cigarette, and raised his head to exhale a long puff of smoke.

The smoke drifted away in the orange-red twilight, and Mu Zhi blinked blankly.

He has been working continuously for ten days.

Lin Ye didn't even make a phone call.

Mu Zhi laughed at himself, lowered his head with a cigarette in his mouth, and rummaged through his address book.

The last call to Lin Ye was ten days ago.

After that, he couldn't bear to call Lin Ye, and now he couldn't bear it anymore, Lin Ye still didn't call him.

Mu Zhi clicked on Lin Ye's phone, carefully watched the words "Lin Ye" flick and swipe, and made up his mind to make a call, but still withdrew his fingers.

The smoke had burned to the end, and even burned his knuckles, Mu Zhi looked at his lock screen unknowingly, his eyes sore.

Lin Ye didn't care about him at all.

ten years.

He has always wished to have a plot where the prodigal son turns back.

Mu Zhi's tears fell silently on the phone screen, Mu Zhi lowered his head, letting the tears fall in big drops.

When people are sad, even the body suffers.

Severe throbbing pain came from the stomach, Mu Zhi gasped, and covered his stomach.When Mu Zhi was about to pour himself a cup of hot water, there were three polite knocks on the door.

Muzhi's face was pale from the pain, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead instantly.

"Fuck it." Mu Zhi squeezed out a few words between his teeth, "I only pick my bad luck."

"Please come in!" Mu Zhi took a few deep breaths, tried hard to get back to normal, and shouted hoarsely while going to the water dispenser to pour himself a cup of hot water.

"Mr. Wood."

Mu Zhi was taken aback for a moment, then he turned his head and saw the grey-haired and meticulous Uncle Meng with his hands behind his back at the door.

"Mr. Mu." Uncle Meng smiled and nodded, "Sir, let me pick you up."

Mu Zhi shook his hand, and the paper cup in his hand fell to the ground.

Hot water splashed on his hands, and he covered his hands in pain.

When Uncle Meng saw it, he walked over quickly, took a glass of cold water, and poured it on Muzhi's hand.

Mu Zhi forced a smile, and said, "I'm sorry, Uncle Meng, Lin Ye lowered his head for the first time, I'm not used to it."

Uncle Meng froze, lowered his eyebrows, and slowly withdrew his hand.

Mu Zhi also realized that something was wrong, raised his eyes to look at Uncle Meng, bit his lower lip, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"He won't bow his head first, will he?" Mu Zhi tried hard to ask what he thought was the worst result, "Do you want me to go back and deal with father for him?"

Uncle Meng couldn't bear to avoid his eyes, and said softly: "The meaning of the sir is to let you move to the villa in Litang Garden first."

Mu Zhi was taken aback, then slowly pushed Uncle Meng's hand away, and asked again: "What did you say?"

Uncle Meng can be regarded as an old housekeeper who has been with Lin Ye and his son for decades. He has never seen such a big storm, but he is speechless at this moment.

Uncle Meng bit his lip in difficulty, blinked his eyes, lowered his head and said nothing.

"What does he mean?" Mu Zhi sneered, tears welling up in his eyes, "He brought people into my room to do it! On my bed! He does such a thing, and he wants me to go away?!"

"What am I? In his Lin Ye's eyes, what am I?! Even if it is, even if it is his grandma's dog, will he still have feelings?!"

"You want me to get out? Then welcome that little shit star in?" Mu Zhi was annoyed for a moment, and put his hand on the plaster statue beside him.

Uncle Meng shouted: "Mr. Mu! Wen Yue woke up!"

Mu Zhi instantly lost his voice.

The plaster statue hit the ground heavily, fragmented.

Passion is fleeting, and it is hard to get overwhelmed.

Mu Zhi stood there quietly, hanging his hands weakly.

Dark red blood flowed down his pale bony fingers.

Uncle Meng grabbed his hand distressedly, and said softly: "Mr. Mu, let's bandage it first, be obedient."

Uncle Meng was about to drag the wooden branch out, but the wooden branch shook off his hand, staring at Uncle Meng blankly with a pair of dark eyes.

Muzhi opened and closed his mouth for a long time, and finally asked in a hoarse voice: "...Wen, Wenyue, are you awake?"

Uncle Meng dodged his gaze and nodded.

Mu Zhi took a few steps back, staggered, and fell to the ground.

The boundless twilight outside the window flows in through the window, and the wooden branches seem to fall into the twilight stream.His palm was scratched by plaster fragments, and blood slowly piled up in a ball under his hand.

The sky was drowsy, and the twilight left charming light and shadow overlapping on him.

Mu Zhi blinked, a tear fell from the corner of the eye, and a tear mole under the left eye was so dispirited in the twilight.

"...It should be."

Mu Zhi smiled foolishly, he blinked his eyes, the wet eyelashes fanned the tears accumulated in his eyes, and slid down his pale skin.

"The Lord has woken up, and I, the substitute, should get out of here too."

Uncle Meng couldn't bear it, and persuaded: "Mr. Mu, Mr. didn't treat you—"

"It's not important." Mu Zhi struggled to get up, "I'll go back and pack my things now."

Uncle Meng's words came to his lips, and he swallowed them back.Uncle Meng was about to help Mu Zhi, when he suddenly saw Mu Zhi slumped to the ground, clutching his stomach and curling up into a ball.

"Mr. Mu?!" Uncle Meng hurried over to support him, "You are... what's wrong with you?"

Mu Zhi hates herself in such a mess.

Everyone knows that the CEO of Lin Group, Lin Ye, has a white moonlight named Wen Yue in his heart.

But only Mu Zhi knew that the reason why Lin Ye was with him was because, like Wen Yue, he had a tear mole under his left eye.

To Lin Ye, Mu Zhi is just a substitute for Wen Yue.

He has been Lin Ye's underground lover for ten years, and he has no temper at all. No matter who Lin Ye is having an affair with, as long as he is called, no matter where Lin Ye is, he will drive himself to the door in a taxi.

For ten whole years, he was humble and loved him without dignity.

He thought that his humility would get Lin Ye a change of heart.

In the end, ten years later, in exchange for such a ridiculous ending.

ten years.

The wooden branch was covered with cuts and bruises, and now it was in such a state of embarrassment that it made people laugh.

"Don't touch me!" Mu Zhi shouted with red eyes, pushing Uncle Meng away, "I don't need pity!"

It was his own fault.

Uncle Meng was staggered by his push, and his outstretched hand froze in the air for a moment.

Muzhi blinked, tears fell on the wooden floor with a "slap".Mu Zhi looked at Uncle Meng for a long time, then raised his hand to cover his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Mu Zhi choked up, "I'm sorry, Uncle Meng. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry..."

He just... hurts so much.

The pain in his stomach made him sweat profusely, and the pain of wanting to have his stomach cut off made him unable to control his tears, which flowed down like a bank of sweat.

It even made him feel that his heart didn't hurt at all.

Uncle Meng's eyes were red, and he came to help him up in distress, and coaxed him softly: "Mr. Mu, let's go to the doctor first, and I will take you to the doctor."

Mu Zhi tried to push him away, but there was another throbbing pain in his stomach, and the feeling of nausea and vomiting overwhelming, Mu Zhi pushed Uncle Meng away, spit out a mouthful of acid water on the ground.

Before Uncle Meng could react, Mu Zhi coughed violently.

Uncle Meng hurriedly poured a glass of water for Mu Zhi, and as soon as Mu Zhi touched the paper cup, he spit out acid water again.

Uncle Meng exclaimed: "Mr. Mu!"

Mu Zhi looked down and found that his fingers were covered with sticky blood, and the sticky blood was falling down in a flicker.

Mu Zhi was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "Uncle Meng, it's Lin Ye's fault that he vomited blood."

Uncle Meng grabbed the wooden branch and said without doubt, "Mr. Mu, I'll take you to see a doctor."

Mu Zhi clutched his stomach, looked down at the blood stains on his white shirt, then looked blankly at his bloody palms, and nodded slowly.

"Okay." The blood on his white shirt was dark red, mixed with dryness and wetness, like the last struggle of the half-dead twilight outside the window.

The ridiculous delusions of these ten years should always be brought to an end.

Mu Zhi laughed lightly at himself.

Outside the window, the twilight dies and the sky sleeps.