Shen Mo ABO

"Brother Shen, I won't talk about it, you can see for yourself."

Shen Ju took the thin stack of paper and looked at it from the beginning.

"It's a pity that this child is all ruined."

Shen Ju smiled and responded.

He flipped through it hurriedly, finished it, sorting out the protruding pages with his slender fingers.

"Listen to me, don't buy that white car, it's ugly. The money has been credited to your account." Shen Ju put away the precious paper and said no more.

"Sure! Thank you Brother Shen."

Shen Ju got into the car, picked up the page again, and started reading slowly.

This report is very interesting, because it involves too much and is written in a tactful way.

"Uncle, you also watched me grow up, why is it different from other people's watching me grow up?"

"No, sir."

"Ji Ling is really a pity."

"Master Ji pays close attention to Master Ji recently."

"."

"Let Uncle say something more, Young Master Shen. You are already done, your father means to let you directly..."

Shen Ju sighed, "How dare I speak to Ji Ling, he is mentally abnormal, and he will be hurt even more if I tell him."

"It's only because of your sudden disappearance that Ji Ling will be hurt even more."

Shen Ju wasn't answering the call, looking at the fast-moving scenery by the window.

He was carrying a backpack, and from the back, he looked like an ordinary male high school student.

Ji Ling knelt on the ground, blindfolded.

There was the sound of a stick being raised slightly, and Ji Ling knew that the pain would come in the next second.

back or hip.

In the next second, red marks appeared on the beautiful and protruding shoulder blades.

Ji Ling exhaled in pain.

"How can a dog talk, Lingling?"

"...woof."

Ji Ling called out numbly.

Not knowing what annoyed him, he took out a piece of something that could make a crisp metal clanging sound.

It also sounds like a necklace, but Ji Ling can't wear it now.

When he pulled the string, Ji Ling's neck was forced to move, causing pain to his shoulder blades.

"Claws up."

Ji Ling held out a hand.

"Two."

Ji Ling sat on his knees and stretched out his hands.

"click"

Ji Ling was imprisoned with both hands.

"Lingling, how about taking you for a walk?"

He tore off Ji Ling's blindfold, Ji Ling closed his eyes for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the polished leather shoes that made him sick.

He raised his foot a little higher, motioning for Ji Ling.

Ji Ling pretended not to see it.

"Be obedient, or I'll take you for a stroll."

I don't know how long this kind of shit will last.

Ji Ling lowered his head and went to look for the shoes.

"Ahhh!!" Ji Ling woke up from the window, sat on the bed, put his hands on the bed weakly, and gasped for breath.

Dreams, this kind of dream, Ji Ling can have a summer without repeating the same.

It is like a malignant tumor, which breaks out at every turn, and cannot be removed or torn off.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Ji Ling dialed Shen Ju's phone.

After a few rings, Shen Ju was connected.

"Shen Ju."

Ji Ling called Shen Ju.

"What's the matter, Ji Ling, staying up so late."

Hearing Shen Ju's special clear voice, Ji Ling took a breath.

"I'm having a nightmare."

"Are you at home?"

"Yes."

Ji Ling was hung up, a little at a loss, staring at something in the dark in a daze.

Shen Ju knocked on the door three times, loud and clear.

Ji Ling quickly ran to open the door, and slammed into the cabinet. Regardless of the pain, Ji Ling just discerned the direction in the dark and rushed to Shen Ju.

"Why are you in such a hurry, and you bumped into it."

Shen Ju picked up Ji Ling who was rushing towards him, and said softly.

"If you don't turn on the light, you really are Ji Er's idiot."

"No!" Ji Ling wanted to defend himself.

I just, in the dark, want to hug you quickly.

"Shen Ju." Ji Ling led Shen Ju to his bedroom, went to bed by himself, sat by the window, and opened the light golden orange curtain.

Shen Ju also went to bed and sat by the window looking at Jiling.

The moonlight stays on the tip of Ji Ling's proud nose, leaving empty shadows on the other side where it can't shine.

"Help me get the notebook and pencil on the bedside." Ji Ling glanced at the bedside, the place without moonlight looked dark and ambiguous.

Shen Ju is a master, but he reached out and got it when he turned around, and dedicated it to Ji Ling.

"I can write lyrics, lyrics, have you heard of folk songs? Can you sing them for me?" Ji Ling lowered his head and pretended to be serious while fiddling with a pencil, looking at Shen Ju's long eyelashes from time to time.

Shen Ju smiled slightly, thinking to herself, you think I am perfect, decathlon.

"In case, I'm tone deaf." Shen Ju teased Ji Ling, and wanted to get out of bed to turn on the light, but Ji Ling grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Don't turn on the light, it's too bright." Ji Ling explained without letting go of Shen Ju's sleeve.

"Okay." Shen Ju agreed, and sat back in his original seat.

In this way, the moonlight will shine on Shen Ju's body, and the starlight will shine on his head and face, and the curled hair will be shining brightly.

Ji Ling took a sneaky step back, so that the moonlight could only shine on the notebook, but not on his shoulder.

"Ji Ling, why...?" Shen Ju was interrupted just as he spoke.

"Hush, listen."

It was quiet outside the window, just as Shen Ju opened his mouth, Ji Ling's outstretched index finger stopped him just right.

"It's the chirping of cicadas."

Ji Ling's pen tip shook and rustled, writing on Shen Ju's heart.

/ Is there a Maemi outside the window?

/ Is there anyone in the house who keeps a lamp for you?

/ In the beating heart in the chest, is there me?

Only then did Xixi's little cicadas sing, and Shen Ju picked up Ji Ling's pillow and beat the beat with his hands.

The buzzing cicadas played for Shen Ju, the muffled slapping of the pillow, the fluttering of the pen tip, and after the rustling, followed by Ji Ling's familiar cold and steady voice, it flowed to his ears.

/Thin, fine, light, small patter of rainwater

/ Yingying, irritability, flying, twittering, twittering, twittering, cicadas singing

/ Lonely and lonely people going around

/moonlight is hazy and gentle

/After being confused

/ who brings tea and redemption

/Give me a past that can't bear the sunset

/Give me the present and the sea in my dream

/Give me a pure white flower in my heart

There is a sentence that Ji Ling quietly wrote in his heart.

"Is it a love song? Ji Ling, is this a love song?" Shen Ju asked.

Ji Ling picked up the dusty guitar from the corner of the bed, "Actually, Shen Ju, I'm not very good at playing or writing, but can you continue singing?"

Just because I treat you, frivolous, simple and naive,

like.

But Ji Ling didn't write any more, he didn't dare to know the answer.

/Didn't understand Tongtong Mengmeng is you

/Young people like to be happy, it's you

Shen Ju spoke suddenly and continued singing slowly.

Ji Ling anxiously fumbled a few times with his hands, trying to quickly clean off the dust and keep up with Shen Ju.

/It's you clean and quiet

Ji Ling finally played the first syllable, he was a little anxious, a little out of control, a little out of place.

Shen Ju glanced at the overly long hair that Ji Ling had casually fiddled with to the back of his eyes, and saw a slightly sweaty forehead.

Shen Ju sang repeatedly, and Ji Ling tried his best to play the rough tune.

The guitar has not been touched for over a year, it is dusty and out of tune.

The person who plays the guitar has not played for more than a year. He can only remember some simple chords.

Singers have never sung folk songs, they can only follow the melody of memory, move forward and continue.

/It is not easy for us to get to know each other

/Let's go, let's go, where are we going?

The moonlight is warm and gentle, staying in this small room.

It seems to smell jasmine tea, fresh and tacky.

/I like you

/do you know