It turns out that I am a heartthrob who came out of the comics.

Mo Ting Baiqiang stretched his eyelids and drove at a speed of 10 meters for [-] minutes in the inner ring of the morning rush hour.

But the physical exhaustion was far less severe than the torment of the ears.

Si Nan was chattering away.

"Are you tired? Don't listen to it? Otherwise, we can take a taxi."

"Why is the car in front not moving?"

"Otherwise, let's get out of the car and walk over. I just saw an old lady on crutches passing us two intersections..."

"Sinan." Mo Tingbai finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hey!" This side should be happy.

"To shut up."

"Oh."

Still very obedient, Mo Tingbai secretly hooked the corner of his lower lip.

However, ever since Sinan stopped talking, the traffic ahead has become even more severe. As soon as he turned a corner, the old lady whom Sinan was talking about overtook their car again with small steps, took two steps and looked back. He got down on them, and his mouth seemed to say "You can't do it, young man".

When the gate of an unopened footwashing city was once again blocked and unable to move a step, without Sinan's nagging, Mo Tingbai's sleepy bugs quickly made a comeback again, and within a few seconds, they could not hold their heads upside down. Knock on the steering wheel.

Glancing to the side, Sinan was in good spirits and was still looking at the poster pasted at the gate of the Footwashing City.

"Sinan—"

"Don't listen!" Sinan excitedly pointed to his new discovery, "Let's wash our feet another day! Massage, bath, personal service..." It's been a long time since I used to do these things at home. None did.

Si Nan was chanting the words on the poster, and as he was chanting, he suddenly remembered that Mo Tingbai had told him to shut up a few minutes ago, and he immediately stopped talking.

"Sinan."

This time, Sinan just nodded and didn't answer. The car in front moved a few meters. Mo Tingbai started the car, then turned his head slightly to him: "Say a few words."

Then he added: "Anything else is fine except washing your feet."

……

It was already 08:30 when we arrived at the breakfast shop, but the shop was still overcrowded. The line stretched six to seven meters. Mo Tingbai originally wanted to turn around and leave, but when he saw Si Nan's expectant face, he waited with him sullenly. down.

When it was the turn of the two of them, the people in the store had left sparsely, and they finally found a place to sit by the side.

The breakfast shop serves food quickly, which is very common meatloaf and soy milk. Mo Tingbai didn't find anything special about it, but Si Nan seemed quite excited.

"Wow! This is the breakfast of ordinary people! It looks pretty good!"

Mo Tingbai: "..." This is because he had a fever yesterday, and his brain must have been burnt out.

His stomach has never been very good. Even if he remembered to eat in the morning, he could only swallow two mouthfuls of porridge, but today, driven by Sinan's delicious and sweet eating, he actually ate a lot.

Originally, he only ordered one serving, but he couldn't get enough after eating like this, so he had to order another serving.

While waiting for the meal, Mo Tingbai asked Sinan again: "You really didn't hear anything?"

"Yeah." Sinan chewed the last crystal shrimp dumpling, looked at him with watery eyes, very sincere, "I never lie."

"Aren't you curious about who I went to see in the hospital?" Mo Tingbai leaned forward while leaning on the edge of the table.

Simon: "Not curious."

Mo Tingbai: "...It's fine if you're not curious."

After 1 minute, the second meal was still not served.

Mo Tingbai took out his phone and swiped twice, clicked on various apps, glanced at them, and swipe up and cleared all the caches. Finally, he looked at Sinan and whispered, "It's Mo Siqiu." After speaking, he lowered his voice "You are not allowed to say what I told you."

At this moment, a drawer of steamed buns was just brought up. Mo Tingbai pressed down on the brim of his hat, stared at the wall like a thief, and waited until the waiter who served the food had gone away before looking at Sinan again: "Do you hear me?" ?”

Sinan nodded: "I heard—you eat it, don't listen to it, I think you liked it just now."

Mo Tingbai is speechless, is this the attitude one should have when listening to other people's secrets?

"You still remember Mo Siqiu?"

While talking, he swallowed a small steamed bun in one gulp—fuck, it was really hot just out of the pot, but he looked at Si Nan who was staring at him eagerly, and he swallowed it firmly, suffering all the way from his throat to the esophagus...

Si Nan also picked up one, and took a small bite: "Well, I remember."

Mo Tingbai suddenly changed his face again: "Didn't I let you forget!"

Si Nan blinked innocently: "At first I forgot, but then I remembered."

Not only the matter of Mo Tingbai, but all the chaotic memories belonging to the original "Sinan" gradually became clear during this high fever.

All the creations and experiences of "Sinan", the indifference and injustice he has suffered, and of course, there are many things that his teammates have done to maintain "his" fragile self-esteem despite their different attitudes.

Although these are nothing compared to the popularity and goodwill he has received, but looking back and comparing the situation of the company and other people in the circle after learning that "Sinan" became popular is hopeless, as the other four players who were indeed affected , has actually done a good job.

They have never accused "Sinan" of the losses he caused to other people in front of "Sinan", and even tried to drive him with their own resources at the beginning, even though Ace had a bad attitude towards the original body. I also found an excuse to quit when there was a human resources conflict.

It's just that these were all rejected by the original body one by one.

He is very grateful for all the kindness, but he feels that gold will always shine, and he can always find Bole and Zhong Ziqi by himself.It's just that he doesn't quite understand that the circle is too deep, and the gold that doesn't emerge from the sand layer can only be annihilated in layers of ashes.

In the memory spanning 20 years, the matter of Mo Tingbai actually only occupies a very small grid. If he hadn't mentioned it so seriously, Sinan might not have deliberately remembered it.

But in the original body's memory, the name "Mo Siqiu" was extremely clear.

It only happened once, it was the rehearsal the day before they performed as a group, a small boy slipped into the backstage dressing room, called "Brother" to Mo Tingbai, and Mo Tingbai made a sullen face He pulled it by the neck and took it out.

At that time, other people were rehearsing in front of the stage, and he was the only one who witnessed it backstage.

A few minutes later, Mo Tingbai came back and warned him to forget everything he saw. The original body agreed, but his memory didn't allow it, but it unintentionally became the scene that impressed him the most about Mo Tingbai.

The remark of "people not to be messed with" was also changed at this time.

When recalling this, Si Nan also couldn't understand, what kind of big secret is it just to take care of his younger brother?

Could it be that the child is actually Mo Tingbai's illegitimate child?

But this child doesn't look like the age that Mo Tingbai can give birth.

Or... is it the illegitimate child of Mo Tingbai's parents?

Mo Tingbai looked at Sinan's eyes that were gradually becoming strange, and tapped on the cage in front of him with his chopsticks: "What are you thinking about!"

Si Nan looked at him: "Mo Tingbai, how old is your brother?"

Mo Tingbai frowned, but still replied: "Sixteen."

Simon seemed relieved.

"Why are you asking this?" Mo Tingbai asked him.

Si Nan said, "I thought 'younger brother' was just a name you used to cover up your identity."

Mo Tingbai was so angry that he was speechless, and blurted out: "He is my half-brother!"

After I finished speaking, I regretted it, why did I tell him the secret so easily!

But Sinan didn't look surprised, and nodded: "No wonder."

"No wonder what?" Mo Tingbai couldn't help asking again.

"No wonder it's as good-looking as you. Boys follow their mothers."

This sentence made him really happy. He had heard countless compliments from childhood, from appearance to talent, but it was Sinan's seemingly careless and simple compliment that hit his heart.

He really has a very easy-going facial expression, and every time he sees this, he will remember that he is a blood-related person in this world, even though he is separated by a vast ocean.

"Have you finished eating?" There was unconscious joy in his tone.

Si Nan gulped down the last crystal dumpling again, nodded: "Yeah!"

"Take you to practice singing."

……

Si Nan felt that Mo Tingbai was always duplicity. In the car, he thought he was noisy for a while, and then asked him to talk to make him forget about Mo Siqiu. Kung fu and asked to go.

But he didn't feel disgusted. There was no such person as Mo Tingbai in his previous world. He couldn't use experience to speculate what the meaning of Mo Tingbai's words was, which made him particularly interested in Mo Tingbai's behavior.

He discovered a truth, for Mo Tingbai, don't listen to what he says, just watch what he does.

Mo Tingbai parked the car at the entrance of the villa, Sinan consciously walked to the recording studio, and was called back by Mo Tingbai: "Where are you going?"

Si Nan looked at him: "The recording studio. Isn't it practicing singing?"

"Who told you to go to the recording studio?"

……

Whether it's Sinan's own contact or the memory of the original body, Mo Tingbai is a person with a strong sense of boundaries. It seems difficult for him to get close to others, and he will even deliberately alienate them all the time when he realizes that someone is taking the initiative.

Counting the time as a trainee, Yuanshen has known him for nearly five years, and the number of times he was allowed to enter his room can be counted on one hand, so when Mo Tingbai opened the door to him again, Sinan was a little surprised of.

The decoration of the room was as simple as ever, with a white piano standing empty. Mo Tingbai walked to the piano and sat down, and opened a sheet of music.

Si Nan stood opposite him, feeling that Mo Tingbai like this was both strange and familiar.

Strange because Mo Tingbai had never done such a thing, but familiar because he felt that things should be like this.

The sound of the piano sounded, and Mo Tingbai's cold voice mixed with the thick music showed a unique texture. It was still the R&B style he was good at, but it didn't seem like the old ones.

It's a bit like a smooth ice sculpture sprinkled with a layer of the same transparent chocolate shavings. If you don't step up and take a closer look, it's hard to notice that this cold sculpture is sweet.

But he was very similar to Mo Tingbai whom Sinan knew.

He is very good at talking and holding back.

Si Nan listened quietly to every word he sang, even if he moved his eyes a little bit, he would feel that it was unfair to him.

"...From now on, we won't ask Xidong."

After playing the last syllable, Mo Tingbai looked at him over the white piano, his eyes reflected the lights hanging on the piano stand: "Let's evaluate it, my first audience in the world."

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