Mr. Wood is in the North Pole, I am in the South

"Once upon a time there was a man we called Mr. M,"

Mu Nancheng's voice is like the low strings of a cello, and it has a particularly shocking effect when hovering in an empty space.

“…Mr. M’s family is a family that believes in the law of the jungle. After a long time, he has to be mediocre, cowardly, and worthless, so that he may be raised as a waste, at least he can survive."

Xiao Ran understood after hearing the beginning, he smiled and said:

"Is Mr. Mu going to tell his own story? But I don't have any wine."

Mu Nancheng pointed to the sink with a cigarette in his hand, and said with a smile:

"Don't you have dish water here?"

"Come, come," Xiao Ran picked up some water from the bowl in the sink, "Please drink!"

Mu Nancheng picked it up with his mouth without hiding.

"Hey you!" But Xiao Ran was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hands and scolded, "You really have no taboos!"

Mu Nancheng said solemnly:

"There are three kinds of friendship between Chinese people. One is the righteousness of wealth. You see, now your money is my money, and my money is also your money. We have a thorough 'communication' of wealth; the second is Meal and wine, you are kindly invited, even I have to drink the dishwater, three..."

Mu Nancheng deliberately prolonged the ending, and Xiao Ran really asked:

"What is three?"

"Three," the corners of the long and narrow eyes were raised slightly, and there was a frivolous sexiness in Mu Nancheng's low smile, "Of course it's the friendship of the pillow."

The two of them have been sleeping on the same bed for the past night. At first, Xiao Ran didn't think there was anything wrong, but when Mu Nancheng said this with a strange tone, his face blushed inexplicably, and he used a wet dishwashing liquid with a little annoyance. Bubble's hand shook Mu Nancheng's face.

Mu Nancheng was not upset, he wiped off the water droplets on his face with his fingers, and a deep smile spread across his thin lips,

"We have established these three kinds of affection unbreakably, how can we be worthy of a deep love, don't you think?"

He knew that Mu Nancheng was joking, but Xiao Ran's heart was lightly strangled by that low, rustling voice that seemed to be bewitching.

If Mu Nancheng hadn't brought him back, Xiao Ran was still facing a bleak and dark room alone in Building 0726. He didn't feel uncomfortable at the time, but with the comparison of the current situation, he could not help but feel lucky.

Mu Nancheng was like a cluster of flames that suddenly lit up in his lonely world. Although his arrival was unexpected and intense, and even almost burned Xiao Ran, after getting along with him for several days, Xiao Ran could feel the tolerance and warmth that Mr. Mu gave him.

He smiled, lips pursed like a contented cat that has found a warm nest.

Mu Nancheng's eyes narrowed slightly, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and he looked away and continued:

"How miserable was Mr. M's childhood? You put down the table knife, you don't need to wash this, I'm afraid you will be filled with righteous indignation and stab someone..."

When Xiao Ran heard what Mu Nancheng said, he became curious and looked at him intently.

Mu Nancheng's eyes were dim, as if he was just recalling the most insignificant past events in his childhood,

"He has several cousins ​​who like to bully him very much. Every morning, they will let Mr. M carry a wooden sign to school. The sign says 'I'm a stupid pig'. He starts from the door of the house. , and then get on the bus, the cousins ​​will send an entourage to follow him to prevent him from taking off the wooden sign privately. After arriving at the school, he has to run around the playground a few times before he can take off the sign and go to the classroom. The boys in the village can get five yuan every day if they scold him, and the girls can also get five yuan as long as they don’t talk to him for a day..."

Xiao Ran was astonished.

The corner of Mu Nancheng's mouth slightly pulled an inexplicable arc,

"They'd take all his pocket money from him and make him yell 'I'm a stupid pig' over the school broadcast room loudspeaker when he was too hungry to give it back to buy lunch .”

Xiao Ran was speechless:

"This, this is bullying! Does the school teacher care?"

"The teacher can take care of it for a day, but not for three or five years. As for the child's mind," he snorted softly, "it's not like the body. You can see it with punches and kicks. Who cares."

Xiao Ran frowned, his moist eyes were full of pity.

Mu Nancheng's eyes drooped slightly, and his thick eyelashes covered the cold and sharp light in his eyes.

"Later, Mr. M went abroad. At first he thought that he could get rid of his miserable fate. He secretly vowed to make a good appearance abroad, but he was still too naive. On the day he received his first scholarship, he was in school. There was a shooting, he was shot in the calf by a bullet, and fell on the school road..."

The crowd ran wildly, but no one helped the injured Chinese boy up, and many people even stepped on his bleeding calf in a hurry.

When he was sent to the hospital, he was in shock. There was no spare blood bag in the hospital, and his calf was almost useless.

"That's when he realized that he couldn't get rid of the family."

Mr. Mu really doesn't know how to tell stories. He tells the story in a straightforward way and without waves, and he tells such a thrilling squabble between rich and powerful families like plain water.

"Later he didn't study much, and got into gangs, learned to fight, steal, smoke marijuana, and most of the time he was absent from school and wandering around all day long.

If Mr. M keeps going like this, he may die in a gun fight in a black district one day, or he may die of a drug/drug overdose in a dirty and narrow bar toilet cubicle one day... But he didn't think it mattered at that time , living is like a burden to him. "

Xiao Ran looked at Mu Nancheng tangled, he seemed to want to pounce on Mu Nancheng to comfort him, but he felt that he had nowhere to offer his hand, it was a kind of old hen who watched other chickens being taken away by eagles but could do nothing ( What kind of strange metaphor is this?) and empathize with the painful emotions.

Mu Nancheng regretted that he had a bad start. He originally wanted to sell a big misfortune to reap a wave of Xiao Ran's love, but seeing the child's eyes turned red, he didn't want to bear it anymore, so He decisively "but":

"But life is as wonderful as the stock market. There is always a rebound after the limit. Mr. M thought he would spend the rest of his life drunk, but fate arranged for a little fool to save him."

"Little fool?" As expected, Xiao Ran's attention was diverted, and he asked puzzledly, "Does he have a problem with IQ?"

The corner of Mu Nancheng's mouth twitched. He seemed to want to laugh but he held it back very hard. After a while, he turned his face away and coughed lightly.

"That little idiot doesn't have a problem with IQ, he just... well, too much money. You know there are some words that must be combined together, such as avocado and soy sauce, crystal steamed dumplings and vinegar, stories and wine, too much money Being silly with people, and—”

Mu Nancheng paused, and a deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Mr. Mu and Master Song."

Xiao Ran couldn't laugh or cry, and didn't know how to refute.

Mu Nancheng has a skill, he always says something mixed with teasing and love, but he can control the scale very well, if Xiao Ran is ignorant, he will push the love forward an inch, if Xiao Ran doesn't When he was at ease, he retreated to the boundaries of teasing.

It won't make Xiao Ran disgusted, but it's enough to make his ears warm.

Now Xiao Ran is pursing his lips tightly, with a somewhat bewildered and bewildered expression on his face. He raised his hand to touch his ears, his cheeks and the roots of his ears were slightly red, but his eyes were wide open, expressing his displeasure. Free signal.

So Mu Nancheng took a step back and continued to tell the story seriously:

"At the beginning, Mr. M didn't like to see the little fool. He was a fool. Although Mr. M was poor, he felt that he was crushed by both businessmen. Looking at the little fool was like seeing Mariana in the Himalayas, so he just coaxed The little fool is playing. But the little fool likes him very much, crying and begging for money to spend, and the impoverished Mr. M is suddenly hit by a big golden doll, and he suddenly has A lot of money was spent, and he was so romantic... Then he was kidnapped..."

This twists and turns of the roller coaster-like plot shocked Xiao Ran dumbfounded:

"Also, there is such a thing... Then Mr. M really can't do anything."

Mu Nancheng choked for a moment:

"You should learn to grasp the key treasures in the story. Isn't the essence of this story lies in Mr. M's incomparable charm, which can conquer even a fool?"

Xiao Ran held the ground and patted his wet hands:

"It's really attractive, what happened next?"

"Then... where did you just say?"

"You said Mr. M was kidnapped."

"Yes, Mr. M was kidnapped, but the little fool gave him money on a monthly basis. He couldn't give the amount the kidnapper asked for. The kidnapper had no choice but to torture him and release him. It was a cruel meal." Beat, Mr. M was beaten all over and had three fingers cut off..."

Xiao Ran subconsciously looked at Mu Nancheng's hand. The man was facing him, holding a cigarette in one hand and leaning back on the counter with the other. His ten fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints.

He then thought of Mu Nancheng's smooth skin and intact upper body that had been exposed before, and Xiao Ran knew that his initial guess was wrong. This is not Mu Nancheng's own story at all. This "Mr. M" is likely to be Mr. Mu. Nonsense.

Xiao Ran was furious:

"You! You're lying to me again!"

"Huh?" Mu Nancheng was surprised, "How did I lie to you?"

Xiao Ran angrily grabbed Mu Nancheng's wrist and shook it:

"Where are you missing three fingers? Then what is this? A pig's trotter?"

"When did I say this is my own story? We are clearly telling Mr. M's story!"

"Hmph!" Xiao Ran shook off his hand, "I really believed in your evil!"

Thanks to being so sincerely sad and angry for him, even my heart was twisted into a ball!

All sympathy is beeping the dog!

"Okay, okay," Mu Nancheng raised his hands, "I have indeed done some artistic processing on this story, I thought that all of you kids like things with a little horror element, that would be more interesting, wouldn't it?"

"Teapot Bubbles! I don't want to listen to your stories!"

"How can you not listen? The good ones are all behind..."

"Do not listen!"

Mu Nancheng continued to coax patiently:

"Then let's not tell the story of Mr. M, let's tell the story of that little fool?"

Xiao Ran rolled his eyes angrily:

"If I believed you, I would be that little fool!"

Mu Nancheng showed an expression of "ah, you finally know I'm talking about you".

Xiao Ran shook the water drops on his hands vigorously, he was so angry that he looked like a kitten with bristling fur:

"You wait, I'll go find Bobo!"

Bubu was charging in the living room, Xiao Ran turned around and was about to run into the living room, but Mu Nancheng grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms slightly with his palm.

At that moment, one of them lowered his head unexpectedly, and the other raised his head unprepared. The distance between them seemed to be only a thin piece of paper.

The sudden closeness is like a lens that has been infinitely slowed down, frozen in the light and shadow.

A person's life is often so wonderful that a moment can be frozen into a whole life, and a life can also be condensed in a moment.

The slightly pungent smell of tobacco on Mu Nancheng's body and the smell of oily smoke from cooking seemed to condense into substantial threads and vines, which poured into Xiao Ran's nasal cavity and lungs in every possible way.

Just like his appearance and voice, Mu Nancheng's aura was also extremely aggressive and recognizable, overwhelming, so hot that Xiao Ran almost lost his mind for a moment.

Mu Nancheng's sculptural and exquisite facial features are close at hand, the towering eyebrows and the straight bridge of the nose seem to be chiseled out by a knife and an axe. It is a sharp beauty full of male hormones that is completely different from Xiao Ran's beauty.

Xiao Ran didn't realize until now that even though they are both men, there is still a big difference between him and Mu Nancheng. Mu Nancheng is half a head taller than him, and his shoulders are wider than him. The muscle texture of his body almost breaks through the thin clothes. Also, his palm was scorching hot and full of strength, even if he didn't use his strength, it was very difficult for Xiao Ran to break free.

There was a subtle panic gripping him tightly, which was the alert nature of animals to realize that they were captured and invaded, and it was also the dread and fear of male creatures towards stronger ones.

Xiao Ran blew up easily, he kicked Mu Nancheng's calf:

"Let go of me, you are so annoying!"

As soon as Mu Nancheng let go, Xiao Ran turned around and left.

"My lord."

The low three words exploded on the top of Xiao Ran's head like a thunderbolt, he suddenly turned around and stared at Mu Nancheng in disbelief:

"What did you call me?!"

Mu Nancheng Moru's pupils were full of thick smiles and tenderness, and he repeated the three words he had just said:

"My lord."

"You, you, you..." Xiao Ran pointed at Mu Nancheng with trembling fingers, "How would you know..."

How did Mu Nancheng know this name?

Mu Nancheng stared at him deeply. Even though he was mentally prepared, Xiao Ran was shocked by the answer:

"Because I'm 'poor hunter.'"

----

The valve of time reversed rapidly, and the name in memory merged with the person in front of him, making Xiao Ran unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

That was when Xiao Ran was seven years old, he had just learned how to use a computer.

Xiao Ran's seven-year-old was very out of tune with other children.

Generally, children at this age have just entered the first and second grades of elementary school, but Xiao Ran is already in the sixth grade. This special situation lasted throughout his entire schooling career.

Most of the playmates who played mud and rabbits when they were young were from the government compound, and they had long since dispersed with their transferred parents, and the classmates in the same class were much older than Xiao Ran, and none of these half-grown children liked to be with Xiao Po He's just playing with a child, especially this child is talented and noble, if he bumps into him, who will lose it.

Xiao Ran has always been lonely, and he desperately wants to make friends.

The Internet opened up a whole new world for him.

Like many people who are new to the Internet, Xiao Ran is very obsessed with chatting with people online, and even a child in the second stage of middle school even got a screen name to make everyone laugh——

LittleDukeofSharon (Little Duke of Sharon).

At that time, the opening remarks of people chatting on the Internet were often "Are you GG or MM", "Where are you from", "How old are you", Xiao Xiao Ran always answered very honestly.

But his answer certainly made others feel very boring.

People either don't believe him:

[You sometimes say you are seven years old, and sometimes you say you are in sixth grade, liar! 】

People either believe:

[Hehe, you seven-year-old brat, how many words can you read? Be good, go home and nurse, uncle has no time to talk to you! 】

By the time Xiao Ran wanted to explain to the other party, they blocked him a long time ago.

Xiao Ran was so disgusted by these people that he almost felt inferior.

"PoorHunter" was his account that he added on his own initiative, it was the first time Xiao Ran received a message from someone adding him as a friend, the kid was overjoyed and flattered.

Once any person or matter is crowned with the title of "No. [-]", it is destined to be endowed with special meaning.

PoorHunter is a Chinese student studying abroad. He will send many interesting local videos to Xiao Ran, tell jokes, and correct Xiao Ran's foreign grammar. His name is Lord Xiao Ran.

That was the only person who called him Little Lord. The three Chinese characters contained pampering and kindness.

Xiao Ran liked the other party very much.

Later, when PoorHunter asked about Xiao Ran's age, he worried that the other party would be like other people who would not want to talk to children again, so he told a lie for the first time in his life.

Little Duke of Sharon:

[I'm 17 years old! 】

Poor Hunter:

[I guess you are at most seven years old. 】

Little Duke of Sharon:

【why? 】

Poor Hunter:

[Because every time I ask you what you ate, you say you just finished eating ice cream, and only children eat ice cream every day. 】

Little Duke of Sharon:

[Sorry, I didn't mean to deceive you.Shame.jpg]

Poor Hunter:

【It doesn't matter.smiling face.jpg]

Little Duke of Sharon:

[Then how old are you? 】

Poor Hunter:

[I'm eight years old!That's why I don't despise you. 】

Little Xiao Ran was so teased that his heart blossomed.

It is very easy for a mature teenager to want to win the favor of a child. They make an appointment to chat at a fixed time every week. Xiao Ran will go online in advance and wait for Hunter. exchanged for three months.

But one day Hunter missed the appointment, Xiao Ran waited for him at the computer for three hours and he didn't log in. The child stared at the computer every day after school, looking forward to seeing it, and sometimes shed tears, just like a broken love It's the same, it's called a dark world.

It wasn't until a week later that Xiao Ran finally found his long-awaited good friend.

Little Duke of Sharon:

【Where have you been?Why did you come here today?I'm so worried about you!cry.jpg]

Poor Hunter:

[Sorry kid, I had a little accident here. I was kicked out of the house by the landlord, and I was a homeless person on the streets of L City for several days. Today, a kind person gave me [-]M gold, so I can find an Internet cafe meet you. 】

Xiao Ran turned pale with shock, he was anxious and heartbroken, wishing he could fly to the other side of the ocean with a pair of wings.

Little Duke of Sharon:

【I'm so sad, is there anything I can do to help you? 】

Poor Hunter:

[Although you are just a child, I still thank you for your kindness, but you can't help me. If I were in Huaxia, then I could still borrow your house, but this is country A. 】

Little Duke of Sharon:

[My family owns a house in country A!I can give it to you. 】

Poor Hunter:

【…】

Poor Hunter:

[I think the property rights of that house will definitely not belong to you. 】

Xiao Ran was extremely frustrated, and sat at the computer and dropped the golden beans.

Poor Hunter:

[This is the last time I chat with you in the near future, I really feel sorry. 】

Little Duke of Sharon:

【why?I miss you so much, don't ignore me. 】

Poor Hunter:

[I need to pay [-]M gold per hour in the Internet cafe, I can't afford it. 】

Little Duke of Sharon:

【ah!I have money!I have lots of money! 】

Xiao Ran really has a lot of money, and he even has an overseas account. He can solve his good friend's plight through online banking with just a few clicks of his finger. It was the first time Xiao Ran was "useful" to others after he was seven years old. He felt very proud.

Poor Hunter:

【Little Sir, you are such a little angel, if we meet again one day, I will definitely hug you hard! 】

This "most sincere and ardent friendship between the two sides of the East and West Straits" lasted for two full years.

At the beginning, Hunter had to make up excuses and tried every means to coax Xiao Ran to send him money, but later on, Xiao Ran even developed the habit of sending him money regularly.

They cut off contact after Song Shiming and He Qiao divorced, and Xiao Ran was kidnapped and kept in the hospital for a long time. After he was discharged from the hospital, Hunter never went online again.

……

"you you you you you……"

Xiao Ran kept circling around Mu Nancheng, he was too surprised and pleasantly surprised.

The former "best friend" fell from the sky, and this person is actually Mu Nancheng!

Xiao Ran was excited for a long time, and finally stood still in front of Mu Nancheng, his clear eyes were as bright as stars, shining with joy:

"Ah, PoorHunter, I... so good to meet you!"

Mu Nancheng stared at Xiao Ran with a smile, his deep eyes were shining with moist luster, he opened his arms, his hoarse voice implied a slight tremor:

"My lord, come here and let me hug you."

The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-05-1511:08:10~2020-05-1611:32:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Lin Xin 8;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!