Merry illusion

Merry illusion

Author: Sansheng Thinking

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He is as rich as he is, as romantic as him, as lucky as him, yesterday's joy is still there, today's joy is already in his arms.

The sentence "you will come again when you wait" has broken the glass hearts of many idiots and resentful women, and he will not come after looking forward to the end.

With ten years of lovesickness in his heart, he came back, just for the ten years of lovesickness that lingered in his heart, he came to him again with a different name and another identity. He was still the same, but he no longer remembered the unbearable past. It is God's grace to guard him for the rest of his life...

However, when the memories of ten years ago flooded into his mind, when what happened back then was about to be revealed, he finally had no face to face it and had to flee in a hurry.

He thinks that being passionate is also ruthless, but unexpectedly thinking about his disappearance makes him miss him, and after searching for him for thousands of miles, he accidentally reminds him of the past, he can't accept it and face it...

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Content tags: fantasy space, sadomasochism, deep love, feeling lost, farming text

Search keywords: Protagonists: Mo Xian, Shu Chen┃Supporting roles: Xiao Yan, Liu Yunsheng┃Others: Male

First encounter

"Hey, whose son is this handsome!"

"So fair and pure like a girl."

"It must be the son of a rich family!"

"..."

It is rare for outsiders to come to this small mountain town, and as soon as there is a fresh face, they can be seen immediately, not to mention that this young man came in a soft sedan chair carried high by four people, and his posture is so good, just look at that fair face. Ordinary people!

Aunt Zhang, who sold cabbage, and Aunt Li, who sold pumpkins, looked at the face on the soft sedan that could drip water when pinched, and wondered which family this young man had come to be a distinguished guest.

The girls who hadn't left the pavilion on the street looked at her one after another, with shyness showing on their faces.

Shu Chen sat on the soft sedan chair, his thin lips were slightly faded, and his expression was indifferent.

It's been ten years, and it's still the same here, nothing has changed!

On the attic of Fengmingxuan, a young man dressed in brocade clothes and white gauze holds a painting fan, looking at the man in the sedan chair, with a smile on his face.

The blue-clothed boy next to him smiled and said, "Mo Xian, isn't your boy attracted to this young man again? What a flirtatious eccentric!"

Mo Xian shook his fan and looked back at the young man in blue, smiling without saying a word.

Everyone only regarded him as the son of a wealthy family, but they didn't expect that when the soft sedan was lifted, it was carried into the largest house in the small town on the other side of the street.

Everyone suddenly realized that it was a prostitute.Talk about it for a while and then let it go. After all, what other people's affairs have nothing to do with me, it's impossible to make a decision.

Aunt Mei, the old bustard of Ruo's boudoir, had already greeted him at the door, and said happily when she saw him, "Oh, seeing once is better than hearing a hundred times! You are really handsome and talented!"

Shu Chen nodded slightly, and said, "Aunt Mei praised you." Then he entered.

News from small towns in the countryside always disseminates extremely fast, within half a day it spreads from the streets and alleys - if a male prostitute comes to the boudoir, there is even a gossip aunt who describes how charming this man is. This kind of foxy charm is a hundred times more enchanting than those girls in the boudoir.

In an instant, the threshold of Ruo's boudoir was about to be broken, and all of them came to witness the demeanor of this male prostitute, but they all returned with a little disappointment. Isn't it just a white-faced niche who is charming and charming in the end?

"Tonight, Mr. Mo Xian will take care of Shu Chen. If you come to trouble Shu Chen and find another entertainment, we will give you the money."

If two figures, one white and one blue, approached in the boudoir, Aunt Mei took a look, and quickly greeted her with a smile on her face, saying the same routine: "Which distinguished guest should I be? It turns out that it is Mr. Mo Xian and Xiao Yan." Young Master, Young Master has not come for such a long time, I will take it as Young Master who forgot about our boudoir!"

Mo Xian waved his fan and wandered around looking for something, said with a smile: "What did Aunt Mei say, even if I forget my parents at home, I will not forget you Ruoboudo!"

Xiao Yan said from the side: "You know who our young master Mo Xian is here for, why don't you lead us there quickly."

Aunt Mei wrinkled her face with a smile, these two are masters who cannot be offended. "Go here, go here."

Aunt Mei was about to call Shu Chen out to meet the guests, but was stopped by Mo Xian.

"Let Aunt Mei deliver it here! I can enter by myself." After speaking, he walked straight over.

I was planning to watch the lively Xiao Yan, and sighed lightly, how could he befriend such a person?Fortunately, his sexual orientation is still normal.Turning to Aunt Mei, he said: "I heard that you have a new girl here, find some to accompany me to get drunk."

"Yes, yes, it has been prepared for the young master!" Aunt Mei nodded in response, and led Xiao Yan out.

Mo Xian listened outside the door for a while, then peeked in the crack of the door, wondering what the people inside were doing, could they be waiting for him on the bed?There was a sneer in my heart.

"Come in." The voice was as cool as water.

He was not annoyed by the embarrassment of being peeping outside the door when someone in the room knocked him out, but he still pushed the door open and entered in a graceful manner.

Shu Chen sat behind the piano, his brows as indifferent as ink painting.Mo Xian felt disdainful, what kind of place is this?Still so noble.But the tone of the mouth is a mocking tone: "Mr. Bai is born so handsome, Mo Xian saw the real beauty today."

Shu Chen didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Mo Xian walked over, shaking his painting fan, raised his chin, and saw a smile on his face: "What's the matter? Don't you like me?"

"..."

Seeing that he was silent, Mo Xian withdrew his hand, walked to the dining table lightly, waving his painting fan, poured a glass of wine, drank it and said: "I have heard a good piano played by Mr. Shu Chen for a long time, and I will play it today." How about playing a song for me to listen to?"

The sound of the piano came slowly, melodious and beautiful with a little sadness, but it was very pleasant.What Mo Xian disliked the most in his life were these melodies that narrated sorrow. It would be better to fight with people or find some joy in composing music to dispel sorrow. However, he listened to this song inexplicably. I looked at the expression and posture of the player who played the music, and the pair of white hands drinking cup after cup.

The piece is a bit long, as if the composer had three thousand sorrows.At the end of the song, a pot of sake has been unknowingly drunk, and I feel a little drunk.

"What kind of broken piece is stinky and long, and I'm not allowed to play it in the future." He walked to Shu Chen's side with a feeling of alcohol, and stretched out his hand to grab the hand, but unexpectedly the hand retracted and it was empty.He was not annoyed but just smiled and said: "Mr. Shu Chen is so shy, why is he working in this fireworks and willow alley?"

Shu Hui's hand froze, Mo Xian grabbed it and pulled it, and the person in front of him was already in his arms.

The smell is so familiar, fresh and comfortable, as if I have smelled it somewhere but can't remember it.Mo Xian hugged Shu Chen's waist, closed his eyes and felt all this.

His chin rested lightly on his shoulder, his neck was numb and his whole body stiffened due to the smell of alcohol.

A bitter smile appeared on Shu Chen's indifferent face, he was still the same...

After a long time, without seeing any movement from him, Shu Chen called out the name that he hadn't touched for a long time with a trembling voice: "Mo Xian?"

"..."

There was no movement, and he heard Mo Xian's steady breathing, and gently and gently helped him onto the bed, took off his shoes and changed his clothes, pulled the quilt to cover him, and twisted the corners of the quilt again.

Shu Chen sat by the bed and looked at him quietly, something flashed between his brows and eyes, but he couldn't explain clearly.

The sun was rising, and Mo Xian slowly opened his sleepy eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw Shu Chen sitting beside the round table with his back on his back. Seeing that the clothes on his body did not look like yesterday, he subconsciously thought about it but couldn't remember it. The aftertaste of that drink is quite strong.

With a smile on his face, Mo Xian didn't wear shoes, quietly got out of the bed, wrapped his slender waist around his shoulders, let his chin rest on his shoulders, and let out a sigh of relief: "I didn't expect our Mr. Shu Chen to look at this She is as shy as she is, but she knows how to serve people."

The tingling air hit, Shu Chen trembled all over, and almost knocked off the porridge spoon in his hand.

Seeing Shu Chen's flustered expression, Mo Xian suddenly let go of that waist, chuckled and went to change clothes, Shu Chen was still frozen in place.

After getting dressed neatly, Mo Xian waved the painting fan in his hand, raised Shu Chen's face and slanted his lips and said: "Shu Chen, I will come again."

Before Shu Chen came back to his senses, the young man in white had already walked out the door waving his painting fan.

After being dazed for a long time, Shu Chen slowly revealed a smile.

see you again

Don't be envied by a young man from a small town, but envied by those who are romantic and suave.

The joy was still there yesterday, and the joy is in my arms today.

Mr. Mo Xian's romantic nature is well known in the city, and the promises made in one moment are forgotten in the next moment.But there are still so many idiotic men and women who are crazy about him. In order to see him, he hanged himself, wiped his neck, and jumped into the river to do rare things. But after hearing these things, Mr. Mo Xian still holds a painting fan Wu Qingfeng said without even blinking: "What does it have to do with him?"

Everyone said: There is no more fickleness than him.

The sentence "I will come again next time." But there was no news for two months.

Shu Chen stroked the piece in his hand again, and the day when he said: "What kind of broken piece is smelly and long, don't play it anymore." It was still so childish.

Aunt Mei pushed the door and came in, Shu Chen stopped and looked over.

"Master Shu Chen."

"Aunt Mei, what's the matter?"

Aunt Mei was hesitant to speak, she had promised him at the beginning not to let him take half a step out of the Ruogui Pavilion, but now that the Mo family invited him by name, she couldn't afford to offend her!

Seeing Aunt Mei's concerns, Shu Chen said, "But it's okay, if Shu Chen can do it, he will do his best."

Then Aunt Mei hesitated and said: "The old man of the Mo family will have his [-]th birthday tomorrow, and his family named him and said that he wanted to invite Mr. Shu Chen to play a song. You also know the power of the Mo family here, and Mo Xian, how big is that young master... Aunt Mei is also forced to..."

"I'll go." Shu Chen agreed calmly, but said no in his heart.