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

Mu Nancheng originally wanted to be sensational and flirt, but who knew that he was dropped.

He bounced up as if he had been stung by a bee, and hurriedly said:

"I'm going to a meeting, you play by yourself!"

Mu Nancheng fled in despair, as if a dog was chasing him.

"Hey, don't run!"

Xiao Ran yelled and followed Mu Nancheng for two steps, who knew that Mu Nancheng ran as if he tapped his buttocks twice, and disappeared after a while, Xiao Ran was jumping in anger on the spot, if he was not worried The living room is full of Mu Nancheng's subordinates, he must chase after him and kick this man's ass to vent his anger!

The child with her hips akimbo, Qing Lingling's shouts echoed over the vast Baihua Villa, full of accusations,

"Mr. Mu, you, let me tell you, you really have no morals!"

……

Mu Nancheng didn't dare to go back to the bedroom until Xiao Ran fell asleep.

The floor lamp lightly envelops Xiao Ran, the indoor temperature is constant, he sleeps a bit hot, his slender legs are stretched out outside the quilt, and the pajama pants are rubbed against his knees, revealing a section of white and naked skin with an ivory white color, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Look parched.

It's a pity that the little guy's sleeping position ruined this extremely seductive sex appeal.

He was lying on his stomach, with the back of his hands under his cheeks, snoring uncontrollably, like a little piglet.

Mu Nancheng stood at the door, wanting to laugh and sigh.

No one knows how he has suffered every night since he got married.

But Mu Nancheng knew that there was no need to rush. After he realized that Xiao Ran was very young and ignorant about love, he was no longer in a hurry to pierce the window paper.

His little friend is worth his whole life of patience to wait and guide.

There was an empty glass beside the bed, and he had already finished drinking the honey water that Mu Nancheng sent over. The little lamb was not wary at all, so he could drink whatever he gave.

Mu Nancheng walked over and turned him over, Xiao Ran grunted, and slapped him on the face with a crackling sound, Mu Nancheng was stunned, he thought Xiao Ran was not asleep, and carefully He held his breath and waited for a while, only to see the child buried his head in the quilt with the quilt in his hands, and fell into a deep sleep.

Mu Nancheng couldn't laugh or cry, pinching his forehead with a headache.

The child finally had a flash of light. Among the wicked and smoky things Mu Nancheng did, this was almost the last thing he wanted to recall. It was the darkest and most bleak moment in his life. He thought One day he will confess everything to Xiao Ran, but this matter will definitely be ruled out.

It's not that he did too many things to Li Ran, compared with his other "brilliant" deeds of bullying this child, this fact pales in comparison. What Mu Nancheng cares about is that all of his ugliest and most embarrassing appearances were captured by Xiao Ran back then. I see, the child was young and ignorant at that time, but now that I think about it, I must understand everything.

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The night is dark, the cold moon is cool, and the light and thin light is pouring down on the balcony outside the bedroom. Through the curtains that reveal a gap, a long thin white line is drawn on the floor of the room.

One of the two men on the bed was breathing lightly and evenly, while the other was breathing quickly and messily.

The nightmare that had not been visited for a long time suddenly struck, Mu Nancheng frowned, and his closed eyelashes trembled rapidly, like a butterfly trapped in the torrential rain, vigorously vibrating its weak and powerless wings.

His breathing was unusually heavy, and he opened his tired and heavy eyelids like sleepwalking.

There were colorful and blurred neon lights whirling crazily above his head, and countless figures intertwined and flickered in the dim and obscure light in the dark room. One after another absurd, obscene and bizarre pictures filled his brain, and his eardrums were so shaken that they were about to burst.

The thunderous heavy metal music, the unbridled laughter of men and the high-pitched screams of women are mixed together, like a boiling hodgepodge.

Someone's body was trying to cling to him like a snake, his stomach was overwhelmed, he kicked the person in front of him away, stumbled and ran in a panic.

The world was a vast expanse of whiteness, he staggered through it, and suddenly found a mouthful of steaming hot springs, and plunged into it.

I know in my heart that I will die if I do this, but it doesn't matter, I will die if I die.

The water gradually became cold, and the icy cold permeated from the outside layer by layer, breaking through the stubborn and fragile skin, pouring into the limbs and bones along the throat, every blood vessel was bubbling, and sharp thorns were born in the tendons The thorn pierced his periosteum with each breath.

The air in his lungs was gradually being evacuated, and he almost thought happily in the suffocation of the dying, such heartbreaking pain and coldness are so wonderful, it is an extreme enjoyment, he smiled and felt the consciousness being withdrawn bit by bit, dissociated The mind in mid-air is like extremely thin threads, slowly dissipating.

Suddenly, a child's face was reflected on the water. He squatted by the pool and anxiously stretched his short arms into the pool. The clear and tender voice of a child was full of worry and implied crying:

What’s wrong with you?are you sick?

How can I help you?Don't you die!

I have a lot of money to share with you, and I also have a lot of care to share with you...

The child eagerly wanted to hold him, but the pool wall was too slippery, the child fell down, and his small body fell like a kite with a broken string——

"Xiao Ran!"

The dream suddenly faded away, like a rushing tide, sweeping away all the drunkenness, dreams and eccentricities, and at the end was the falling figure of a child, condensed in his white pupils for a long time, accompanied by intense heart palpitations and white dizziness. His eyes are spinning.

……

"Hu-hu-hu-"

At three o'clock in the morning, Mu Nancheng woke up suddenly.

Chaotic and unbearable memories enveloped the whole body, like a dark tide submerged.

Mu Nancheng hugged his head and took a deep breath. The blood on his body was cold. There seemed to be a string in his brain that was crazily tightening. His heart was beating violently, as if it was about to pop out of his throat in the next moment.

Faint movements came from beside him, and Mu Nancheng saw the young man's sleeping face peacefully in the thin ray of moonlight.

He reached out his trembling fingers to touch Xiao Ran's face, as if only such a touch could eliminate all kinds of absurd horror and overwhelming sense of destruction in the dream.

Mu Nancheng's fingers were wet and sweaty, Xiao Ran frowned, and turned his face away uncomfortably, Mu Nancheng saw his eyelashes trembling slightly, so he gently patted his chest with his palm.

Xiao Ran's lips moved, and Mu Nancheng put a fingertip on his lips to prevent him from making a sound. When Mu Nancheng patted him a few times, he would call out Fu Yuxing's name, but Mu Nancheng didn't want to hear it anymore.

The gentle movements comforted the young man who was almost awakened by the low shout, Xiao Ran turned over and fell asleep peacefully again.

Mu Nancheng watched him for a long time, covered him with a quilt, got up lightly and left the bedroom.

Every time Mu Nancheng wakes up in the middle of the night, it is difficult for Mu Nancheng to fall asleep again.

The silvery moonlight covered the birch villa with a layer of soft gauze. Where the evening wind passed, the birch forest rustled, and the shadows cast by the branches on the ground swayed with the wind, looking like erratic phantoms.

Ding ding dong dong sound of the piano poured out from the dark piano room, Mu Nancheng did not turn on the lights, only the moonlight and tree shadows accompanied him, his slender fingertips danced on the keys, tapping the same song over and over again .

He was wearing black pajamas, and the night was heavy with dew, so he added a morning coat of the same color on the outside, and his whole body almost blended into the dark night.

When hearing this piece for the first time, Mu Nancheng was 17 years old and Xiao Ran was only seven years old.

It is difficult for Mu Nancheng to tell when he fell in love with this child. He knew Xiao Ran too early. At that time, one of them was an ignorant child and the other was a frivolous boy. The prince tried his best to make people cry. At that age, even if Mu Nancheng would fall in love, the key to open the door of his relationship would not be in Xiao Ran's hands.

In the years that followed, Mu Nancheng's feelings towards Xiao Ran became more and more complicated, interest, gratitude, guilt, regret, pity, distress, too many emotions were entangled together, until one day Mu Nancheng woke up suddenly from his dream, and was shocked. Feel your shocking emotions.

That child has long been in his heart unconsciously, and Mu Nancheng can clearly recall every detail of every meeting with Xiao Ran, such as He Qiao's bustling birthday dinner.

The location of the dinner party was in a five-star hotel. Luxurious crystal long lamps hung high on the ceiling, and golden marble covered the walls and floors.

The waiters in the hotel shuttled among the clothes, suits and leather shoes, the champagne and red wine in the crystal wine glasses on the trays were shining brightly, and the shining silver tableware and porcelain plates on the long tables complemented each other , the orchestra in the corner is playing solemn music with big and small violins, everything is so beautiful, showing the ultimate wealth and luxury.

The banquet started with a beautiful and eye-catching little boy sitting on the stage playing piano music. He was Song Xiaoran, the only son of He Qiao, the host of the birthday dinner.

After the host made the opening speech, the guests began to walk freely in the hall. At this time, Mu Nancheng would always be the most incompatible one. He couldn't understand why Shen Fengyi always took pleasure in drilling into this world that no longer belonged to them. The eyes and vague contempt always made Mu Nancheng feel resentment and injustice.

"Mrs. Lin, long time no see! You look better. I heard that Mr. Lin has been promoted recently. Congratulations!"

Shen Fengyi always uses such exaggerated and joyful opening remarks to please everyone.

"Mrs. Mu? Long time no see. This is your young master? He has grown up so much. He is really a good-looking talent. I heard that he is studying in country E..."

"It's Country A, at BF University." Shen Fengyi smiled and corrected others' mistakes, then turned around and pushed his elbow, "Nancheng, call someone!"

The other party will look at Mu Nancheng with a look of pity and pity, as if he is a pearl that has fallen into the cesspool.

Mu Nancheng was so familiar with this look that he was almost numb, but that night, even the slightest disguise of numbness was peeled off, like a chicken that has been plucked out in public.

It's all because of the clothes he's wearing.

Shen Fengyi prepared an expensive dress for him, which was left by his father. The fabric and tailoring were all top-notch, and the logo of the world-renowned designer was embroidered on the collar.

However, Mu Nancheng was still young, his thin shoulders could not support such a stiff cloth, and his thin figure seemed to be wearing a nondescript cloak. He could feel the suppressed smiles in the eyes that passed by him. , who had less concentration, couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth in front of him.

Mu Nancheng heard the voice of the woman covering her mouth and chuckling:

"I have seen it today, what does it mean to wear a dragon robe and not look like a prince!"

"I see, this is called a painted tiger, but it's not an anti-dog. It looks good on a child, but it's a pity that Shen Fengyi doesn't know how to dress up a child!"

"Her own clothes are just like that. Look at the emerald necklace on her neck. It has been worn for several years, right?"

……

This seems to be the fate of their mother and son, to be the object of entertainment in other people's chats, day after day, year after year.

It's not that the clothes he wears are so shameful.

The seven-year-old boy played the piano with only two fingers from the beginning to the end, which was neither smooth nor pleasant, but everyone clapped their hands and applauded, each and everyone was intoxicated as if they had been baptized by Sanskrit. .

Wearing this clothes on Mu Nancheng, it is a crappy fake dragon robe. If it is worn on the bodies of other noble families, it may still be a label of being unconventional and unique.

Mu Nancheng stood alone in front of the window in the corner of the hall, wishing he could hide himself in the dense purple curtains hanging by the window.

In the end, he really couldn't bear those mocking and playful eyes, he took off his dress, only put on a white shirt, unbuttoned two buttons and stood in front of the window to breathe.

The big glass window reflected the young man's deep and well-defined face. Finally, someone noticed the outstanding height and appearance of this young man. A young woman smiled at him from behind.

The hotel's floor-to-ceiling glass adopts a 360-degree circular design with no dead ends. The whole world seems to be under his feet. Belongs to him, he is young, he stands on the highest point of this city, one day he will come to dominate this city.

Nothing is impossible.

It was at this time that Shen Fengyi grabbed his arm angrily. He looked at his mother in surprise. He didn't know where Shen Fengyi got so much strength. Her sharp fingertips penetrated the fabric of the shirt and pinched it deeply. His skin, his arms tingled with burning pain.

Shen Fengyi grabbed Mu Nancheng and walked quickly along the floor-to-ceiling windows, her steps were fast and messy, as if she was being chased by something terrible and fleeing, until a lounge appeared in front of her, Shen Fengyi twisted the doorknob and pushed him away go in.

"What are you doing? I worked so hard to bring you here, not to make you embarrass me!"

Shen Fengyi snatched the gown from his arm and threw it on him, snarling angrily.

Mu Nancheng didn't know why:

"What did I do? The dress you gave me was too big. I told you when I went out! Mom, didn't you see those people were laughing at me?"

"The dress I chose for you doesn't fit you, so does your shirt worth more than ten yuan fit?" Shen Fengyi tugged at his collar, shaking his body as if being blown here and there by a strong wind "I'd rather they laugh at you for wearing an ill-fitting dress than let them see you wearing such cheap clothes!"

Shen Fengyi wholeheartedly wants to stay in the upper class, even though they are riddled with holes inside, she still wants to maintain the brilliance on the outside. She desperately dismantles the east wall to repair the west wall, using the most superficial and vain things to build a crumbling world. Illusion, as if as long as they can still squeeze into this flashy world, they can pretend that she is still a person in this world.

Shen Fengyi was almost hysterical. She was so excited that she couldn't control her waving hands when she was roaring. The nails of one of her hands brushed against Mu Nancheng's face, drawing a thin line of blood on his cheek. .

A row of tiny blood beads ooze out, as if a flame has rolled across the cheek.

Mu Nancheng looked at his mother fixedly, his eyes were full of grief and indignation.

Shen Fengyi also seemed shocked. She stretched out her trembling fingers to touch Mu Nancheng's face, but he turned his head away.

For a moment, he wanted to expose everything, and wanted to say loudly the fact that Shen Fengyi was most afraid of. One of the mother and son was deceiving himself and the other was self-defeating. In the eyes of those upper-class people, they had already been reduced to clown-like roles.

He was silent, but his stubborn eyes told everything.

"Nancheng," Shen Fengyi's hand fell down feebly, she shook her head,

"When will you understand that no matter how downcast we are, we are also downcast nobles. In this circle, the people and things you see are beyond the reach of people outside the circle who have worked hard all their lives , even if one day you ask for something from others, what you can ask for is not a small fortune. You think it is a shame to be teased today, but outside this door, there are countless people kneeling and crawling to come in They are humiliating themselves here, because they know that even if the people at the banquet just kick them, it is enough for them to use it as a capital to show off in their interpersonal relationships."

"Look, in such a big place, there are countless people passing through it. In fact, there are only two kinds of people. One is a well-dressed person holding a wine glass; the other is wearing a uniform and cheap uniform. Tray people. I desperately want you to stand here as the first type of person, but you must let yourself become the latter type of person. You think you are taking off a dress today, but in fact you are tearing What is lost is the invitation letter to appear here again in the future."

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感谢在2020-06-0308:32:43~2020-06-0405:31:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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