Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

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Mu Zhichan had a dream.

In the dream, Jiang Lu came back to life, even though he changed his appearance, Ke Muzhichan recognized him at a glance as the lover he had been attached to for a long time.

He dreamed that Jiang Lu held him in his arms and gently pecked and kissed him, and then gently patted him on the back to coax him to sleep. Whether it was the temperature from his chest or the light touch of his fingertips, it would make him sleep. He felt the long-lost peace.

But it's just a dream.

When you wake up from the dream, it's over.

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Mu Zhichan's drowsy brain gradually became clear, but he still closed his eyes and pondered over that beautiful dream, reluctant to open his eyes to face the empty room, but the more he thought about it, the clearer his brain became, and finally he opened his eyes slowly.

But what caught his eyes was not the bedroom he was familiar with, but an extremely strange place, his heart skipped a beat, and his eyes couldn't help but sink.

He was so drunk yesterday, but he was not worried because He Mumu was there, but this place was obviously not He Mumu's shop or home, nor his own residence, so it could be that he was delirious with him at the time. Opened a room with a strange man? ?

Thinking of this, Mu Zhichan immediately sat up and checked herself, but she almost disappeared.

Fuck, where's his shirt?Where are the pants?Underpants oh underpants still...

Mu Zhichan's face was ugly and she felt something indescribable, and she was relieved when she found that she didn't feel invaded at all.

The bedroom is very quiet, the floor is covered with a layer of pure black wool carpet, and the sunlight pours down on the pot of green radish placed next to the floor-to-ceiling window, showing a little vitality.

Mu Zhichan frowned and thought about what kind of dog man would bring him back, and what was the purpose of bringing him back?And why didn't He Mumu stop the other party, could it be an acquaintance?

Tsk, could it be Koyne?

While all kinds of horses were running in my mind, the sound of unhurried footsteps came from far and near.

Mu Zhichan looked for the prestige with a calm expression, and couldn't help being slightly surprised when he saw the person coming, and said, "It's you?"

The person who came was the gentleman he met at the door of the bathroom when he and Ke Yin went to the Qiumulou Chinese restaurant for dinner last time.update the fastest

That... a gentleman who is very similar to Jiang Lu.

Mu Zhichan twitched his eyelashes, and subconsciously grabbed the bedsheets. He looked at the other party's smoky eyes, and pursed his lips tightly.

Jiang Lu approached him with a bowl of cooked pumpkin porridge, and the sweet taste rose and fell in the air, making Mu Zhichan's mood fluctuate.

"I drank too much yesterday. If I did something offensive, I'm sorry..." Mu Zhichan said in a low voice, her eyes fell on the collar of the other's slightly open black shirt, and then slowly moved to his face .

Compared with the time we met in Qiumulou before, the man's aura was not so strong at this time. He was wearing an off-white long-sleeved T-shirt and loose dark brown cropped pants. His hair was let down, making a few strands of black The hair is scattered in front of the eyes, and the facial features are deep and sharp.

"I'm not offended." The man pulled a chair and sat opposite Mu Zhichan, stirring the sweet and soft pumpkin porridge with a white porcelain spoon with his downcast eyes, and then took another spoonful and touched his lips to test the temperature , naturally handed the spoon with pumpkin porridge to Mu Zhichan's lips.

Mu Zhichan was taken aback by the other party, frowned strangely, and couldn't help but slander why this guy was so familiar, he didn't even know him, right?

Mu Zhichan: "No..."

"When I was in the third script world, I said that I wanted to see you, and you agreed to me." The man's calm words were like a heavy weight to Mu Zhichan. bomb.

The actor under Wan Yijun's skin turned out to be him! ?At that time, in the script, he was still doing this and that with the other party, and he also unlocked various poses...

Hold! ?

Mu Zhichan's face instantly became ugly, and she said in a deep voice, "It's just acting."

The man was noncommittal, and the moment Mu Zhichan opened his lips to speak, he sent the pumpkin porridge into his mouth, so Mu Zhichan either spit out or swallowed, his face changed again and again, and finally he swallowed with a frown.

The man quietly stared at Mu Zhichan's face, and said slowly: "Cicada, I am Jiang Lu."

As soon as these words fell, the atmosphere in the bedroom immediately became frozen. For a while, neither of them spoke anymore, they only looked at each other's faces.

Mu Zhichan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body trembled involuntarily. The emotions deep in his heart were overwhelming, sweeping his limbs and bones like a violent wind and waves.

What is he saying?

Oh, he's saying he's Jiang Lu.

He was saying that he was his husband who had been dead for five years, Jiang Lu!

"I don't know how you know who my lover is, but it's disgusting to make fun of me with dead people!" Mu Zhichan stared at his face and said word by word, with a deep feeling in his chest. The outburst of anger and depression made his heart ache.

"Five years ago, I performed a major mission for the country and had to feign death. At the same time, I had to change my appearance." Jiang Lu put the pumpkin porridge on the bedside table, with obscure and unbearable emotions in his eyes, and his voice became very serious Hoarse, "I left a piece of audio in your optical brain at the time, but today I found out that the piece of audio was deleted five years ago, so it was not delivered to you successfully."

"I'm sorry, Chan Chan, I..."

"Snapped!"

With cold eyes, Mu Zhichan raised her hand and slapped him hard, got up and got out of bed without too much hesitation, picked up the clothes hanging on the hanger and quickly dressed, walked towards the door and said in a cold tone: "Shut up."

Jiang Lu didn't care about Mu Zhichan's slap in the face at all, and only raised his eyes to lock his gaze firmly, suppressing the emotions that were about to pour out of his heart, and then said in a deep voice: "March 7005, 3, that day you Bringing a large bouquet of Senaro roses and blocking me at the gate of the military compound in the inferior world to make my first confession, but I coldly refused."

"On March 7005, 3, you replaced the Senaro rose with pink and white Aisha rose petals, and then climbed up an old tree at the gate of the compound, and you sprinkled the petals when I passed by You covered me, and when I looked up, you smiled brightly at me."

"At noon on March 7005, 3, you stood behind the cafeteria of the military region with a loudspeaker and read me the immortal love poem. In the end, you were forcibly dragged away by the soldiers on duty for disturbing the army."

"On the night of December 7005th, 3..."

The man's deep words beat on Mu Zhichan's heart like a drum. With his back facing Jiang Lu, the hands hanging from the seam of his trousers were clenched into fists, trembling unconsciously.

"Your behavior is becoming more and more bold. On June 7005, 6, I don't even know how you got into the military region, and found my dormitory, and then lay on the bed wearing only a soaked white shirt. She wanted to play with me wet. body. seduce. In the end, I wrapped her in a quilt and invited her out."

"August 7005, 8 was a day of heavy rain, but you came to me in spite of yourself with a high fever. I was very angry that day because my heart hurt."

"On September 7005, 9, we were together."

"On May 7007, 5, we went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a certificate. On May 20, we held a wedding at the Buyu Restaurant."

"You always don't like to wear slippers at home, and you especially like to act like a baby with me, let me hug you."

"You like to drink pumpkin porridge, eat all kinds of desserts, don't like to take medicine, and are afraid of pain."

"You have a red mole on the inner left thigh, I always like to kiss there every time I have sex, and you prefer it after"

"Stop talking!" Mu Zhichan's chest heaved sharply, her brain seemed to be gathering a terrible storm, her eyes were red and she looked a little ferocious.

"Stop talking..." Mu Zhichan repeated softly in a hoarse voice, and tears rolled down her cheeks silently.

Jiang Lu silently looked at Mu Zhichan's thin back, walked over slowly, opened his arms around his waist, and then kept tightening them.

They remained silent, and the air in the room seemed to have stopped flowing, appearing extremely oppressive.

Mu Zhichan felt as if his consciousness had been separated from his body. Not only that, he couldn't even think, and he didn't even have the slightest strength to make any movements, just standing upright.

Time passed bit by bit, and the sunlight elongated the black shadows that hugged each other tightly on the ground.

"I... used to fantasize wildly that he could come back from the dead." After an unknown amount of time, Mu Zhichan gradually recovered her voice, her lips opened and closed, her voice was so hoarse that she almost lost her voice, "But when he really When I stood in front of me again, I thought I was a joke."

"My five years of pain, despair, collapse, and sleepless nights...what the hell are they?" Mu Zhichan lowered her eyes and looked at the hands around her waist, speaking softly.

"Who did I tell what I said every year when I went to sweep the grave?" Mu Zhichan covered the back of Jiang Lu's hand with his empty eyes, and then pulled it apart inch by inch.

"I wanted to hysterically question why that person played with me like this, but he told me that he was doing it for the country! For the mission! He even left me the audio back then, just because it was deleted somehow. Tell me!" Mu Zhichan suddenly turned around to face Jiang Lu, roared with red eyes, tears blurred her vision.

"Who should I hate!? Who should I blame!? After he died, I drank like crazy and committed suicide four times, but now someone tells me that my lover is just a fake death! My five years of breakdown, despair and self Hurt is meaningless!"

"I'm... like a buffoon in an extremely absurd drama." Mu Zhichan laughed, tears dripped down her chin and wet the front of her clothes.

Jiang Lu's Adam's apple was rolling, his eyes were bloodshot, his whole body was extremely tense, the veins on the back of his clenched fists were bulging, his heart felt as if it had been crushed by a boulder, and he was so painful that he almost suffocated.

"I need to think about it." Mu Zhichan said in a low voice, turned around and didn't look at him anymore, after that, he strode away from here, never looking back at Jiang Lu from the beginning to the end.

After he left, the tall man slowly slid and sat on the ground leaning against the wall, his eyes slowly falling on the already cold pumpkin porridge on the bedside table.

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