i only like your face

Han Shaoyun still believed that Mo Ming could not leave him so easily.

Threats, provocative tactics, playing hard to get... always have to be one of them. Based on the understanding of getting along with each other in the past three years, he has already seen through Mo Ming. This guy can't do without himself.

After taking a shower in the hotel, Han Shaoyong looked at his mobile phone and stood by the window to smoke, one after another.

He has clearly told Mo Ming that if they break up, he will never see him again in his life. With this sentence as a threat, he doesn't believe that Mo Ming can hold back and continue the cold war with him.

The continuous sound of rain outside the window made Han Shaoyun feel upset, so he simply turned off his mobile phone and lay down on the bed sullenly.

Almost stayed up all night, only squatting in a trance for a while in the early morning.

The morning was hazy outside the window, Han Shaoying suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and picked up the phone beside his pillow to turn it on.

However, there was still no news he wanted.

In the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror with dark shadows under his eyes, Han Shaoyu gradually calmed down...

It's only one night, he's not in a hurry.

When Mo Ming realizes that his little thoughts are not working at all, that's when he comes to seek reconciliation in a hurry.

In fact, even if Mo Ming really planned to leave him last night, that's okay, the pain of losing a relationship is slow to reach the heart, and it takes time to realize the importance of a person.

If one night is not enough, then wait.

half a day, a day...

Anyway, every moment is suffering for that guy.

……

It rained all night, but it was sunny in the morning.

The warm morning light shines on the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony. Two large suitcases with a height of half a person stand beside the coffee table, casting long shadows on the clean floor.

Mo Ming sat quietly on the sofa, staring blankly at the two suitcases.

From washing and getting ready to the present, time passed silently. In the past two hours, there was only one consciousness floating in Mo Ming's mind... If he really moved away from here, he might never see it again in his life. Han Shaoyun is gone.

This is what the man said when he left last night...

It has been three years, and he seems to have long been used to absorbing certain spiritual nourishment from that man...

But now that I have lost the advantage of this face, what equivalent capital can I trade with the other party in order to continue to exchange for that spiritual sustenance...by continuing to stalk?

Looking down at the phone, the content in the chat box was entered and deleted, and a message of confession and summation was edited for a long time, but it was not sent out in the end.

He will have to get used to it sooner or later, even if he delays leaving for a day or two, what's the point.

It's been three years, he should be content.

Two large suitcases, plus a luggage bag and a large storage box, filled the trunk of the rear seat machine.

Before driving away, Mo Ming first went to the pet shop where Xiaohan was fostered, and paid the proprietress for Xiaohan's foster care for nearly ten days, saying that he was going to T City to record a program, and he would come to pick up Xiaohan when he came back .

After the recording of the variety show, he returned to the repertory troupe and had a regular work life, which also allowed him to have enough thoughts and energy to take care of Xiaohan.

Mo Ming was about to leave when the proprietress stopped him suddenly and said, "By the way, Xiao Mo, Xiao Gao came to me last night and asked for your contact information. I think he knows you and he seems to be in a hurry, so I Just give him your number."

"Xiao Gao?"

"Oh, it's Gao Chen, didn't he call you last night?"

Thinking of the strange number he ignored last night, Mo Ming frowned slightly... He could probably guess why Gao Chen was looking for him.

As soon as I got in the car, the string of strange calls from last night came in again, and as I had expected, it was Gao Chen.

On the phone, Gao Chen sincerely apologized to Mo Ming for the public opinion turmoil yesterday.

"If this incident has caused any misunderstanding to the people around you, I can explain it to him in person." Gao Chen naturally thought of Han Shaoyong when he said this, and he knew Han Shaoyong well. If Gao Chen got involved, it was impossible for him, Han Shaoying, to let things go indifferently.

He was worried that with Han Shaoying's narrow and fiery temper, he might even hurt Mo Ming in a fit of anger...

"No, you don't need to take this matter to heart." Mo Ming said lightly, "Is there anything else?"

Gao Chen could hear the indifference and tiredness in Mo Ming's voice, he wanted to ask but held back... With their current friendship, he is not qualified to be Mo Ming's spiritual or emotional guide.

But it is indeed out of a concern even if it is pretentious, he doesn't want Mo Ming to stay by Han Shaoying's side just because he can't let go of Zhou Xu.

"Mo Ming, I have Brother Zhou's photo album at home." Gao Chen said, "I have asked my mother to send it over, and I will receive it in a while."

Mo Ming was stunned: "Brother Zhou's, photo album?"

"Yes, that's a photo album that Brother Zhou made himself. After Brother Zhou passed away, I kept it at home." Gao Chen said, "I think Brother Zhou must be a person of special significance to you. If you need it, I can hand over that photo album to you."

Mo Ming took a slightly heavy breath: "I, I want to take a look..."

"Well, I will contact you as soon as I receive the album."

"…it is good."

"Mo Ming..." Gao Chen hesitated to speak, and finally said softly, "Thank you."

...

near noon...

The car parked in the garage, and Mo Ming took his things into the apartment in two trips.

In fact, there are not many things in real terms. In the final analysis, it is not a move, but just like a trip. After the trip, I will return to the place where I should live.

This is a residential apartment close to the Dashang Repertory Theatre. It is about [-] square meters with two bedrooms and one living room. I bought it two years ago and finished the decoration. Last month, I contacted the housekeeping company to send people to clean it regularly. , everything inside is clean and brand new, you can move in with your bags...

He had already rationally planned the day when he returned here, and thought he had made sufficient mental preparations, but when the last trace of sustenance disappeared, he realized that this loss was far more uncomfortable than he imagined.

A pile of things was placed in the living room, Mo Ming didn't pack anything, climbed into bed at noon, wrapped his head in a quilt and slept soundly.

It was like returning to those empty nights that seemed to suffocate him.

Falling endlessly in the darkness, the soles of the feet are pitch black and bottomless.

Two days...

Time passed, calmly like a dead ECG.

That evening, Mo Ming took a careless shower, casually pulled out a suit of clothes from the unpacked suitcase, changed into it, and went out.

The residual warmth of the setting sun was replaced by the coldness of the night, Mo Ming wrapped his coat tightly, and the shattered hair on his forehead was blown aside by the cold wind.

After finishing dinner in a small restaurant, Mo Ming was about to go to the mall to buy some food and go back to fill the refrigerator. As soon as he came out, he saw fireworks blooming in the sky in the distance.

Almost subconsciously, Mo Ming followed the direction of the fireworks, but was finally separated by a vast artificial lake.

The place where the fireworks are set off is too far away. Standing by the artificial lake, it looks like a small cluster of sparks blooming in the sky, small but still bright.

Mo Ming crouched in front of the guardrail by the lake, facing the cold wind and looking into the distance, the light reflected a little bit of light in his eyes, but as the fireworks disappeared into the sky, the light in his pupils was also fleeting.

Mo Ming's gaze hangs down on the surface of the lake in despair...

The romance between the two of them under the fireworks was so beautiful back then, but now it is so lonely.

Squatting down against the stone railing, Mo Ming took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"Brother, smoking is wrong..."

A childish girl's voice came from in front of him, and Mo Ming slowly raised his head.

It was a little girl with twin ponytails, she was only six or seven years old, and she was riding a pulley cart, staring at him with big black and white eyes blinking.

Mo Ming tilted his head: "Who told you that?"

"My dad said that kids who smoke are not good kids."

"Your father is really good at teaching, so you are also a good boy..." Mo Ming smiled, "But my brother's father is not a good person, so my brother is not a good person either."

The little girl was stunned, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

The little girl's father quickly walked over, glanced at the young man squatting in front of his daughter smoking a cigarette, and said with displeasure, "Let's go play somewhere else..."

The man picked up the girl in one hand and picked up the scooter in the other. After walking a short distance, he said to the daughter in his arms in a gentle voice: "When you see this kind of smoking bastard in the future, don't go talk to them, they are not good people."

The little girl put her arms around her father's neck, still looked at Mo Ming not far away, and murmured: "But Dad, that brother looks so good."

Mo Ming looked at the little girl lying on his father's shoulder in the distance and still looking at him, he couldn't help but bend his beautiful eyes, and crushed the cigarette on the concrete floor in her sight.

The little girl grinned and waved goodbye to Mo Ming vigorously.

As the night wore on, fewer and fewer people walked by the lake.

The mobile phone has not been charged for a long time, and at the moment there is only [-]% of the battery left. After looking at the photos in the album under the cold wind for a while, it dropped to [-]% in a short while.

One percent, maybe only enough for one phone call...

Returning to the desktop from the photo album, Mo Ming opened the address book.

Staring at the string of numbers for a long time, Mo Ming frowned tightly, and finally couldn't help but press down.

Try again, just one more time.

Let him take a look at himself...

嘟

One, two, three...

The phone was connected.

"Brother Yun..."

The other end didn't speak immediately, but Mo Ming could vaguely hear the extremely suppressed panting, and he said in a low voice: "Brother Huan..."

"what's up?"

That gruff voice seemed to be gnashing of teeth, and Han Shaoying's annoyance could be felt even through the phone call.

Is it impatient?

Mo Ming looked at the ground, lowered his head even lower: "I'm sorry to bother you, I'll hang up now..."

"How dare you!" Han Shaoyun almost blurted out.

Mo Ming was startled, holding the phone and not daring to move it.

"Why did you call?" Han Shaoyun almost gritted his teeth, "I'll give you a chance to tell."

"me…"

"Say it!"

Mo Ming's voice suddenly became low, only his breath remained: "Brother Yun, I, I miss you..."

The panting on the other side suddenly subsided, and after a long silence, Han Shaoyun said in a deep voice, "Where are you now?"

"On the edge of the artificial lake."

"Wait there for me!"