inexhaustible

Chapter 38 Why do you look at him like that?

The other party's hands were about to poke into his pajamas, so I hurriedly said, "Wait...wait!"

The man paused and took his hand away. After a while, there was a "snap" sound from the switch next to the bed, and the room was brightly lit.

I propped my elbows on the bed, raised my upper body slightly, and when I saw the other person's face clearly, I was stunned on the spot.

The other party has a face similar to Shang Muxiao's, wearing a gray-blue shirt, a dark gray vest, and a suit jacket of the same color on his arm.There are thin traces of age engraved in the corners of the eyes, and the lines between the eyebrows are obvious, making her look mature and majestic.

It is Shang Lu.

A living, real Shang Lu.

He was taken home by Shang Muxiao inexplicably before, and he was so shocked and flustered that he was not in the mood to think about anything else, so he had no sense of reality about meeting Shang Lu.Now that Shang Lu is right in front of me, even though I know that this former idol may not want to see me, I still unconsciously hold my breath and my heart beat faster due to the conditioned reflex of a movie fan.

After all, celebrities are different from ordinary people. He is almost fifty years old, but he looks at most forty. He doesn't even have a single white hair. He is really a natural beauty.

"...You are?" Shang Lu stared at me blankly, probably because he was too shocked, one leg was still bent and kneeling on the edge of the bed, the whole person kept leaning forward without pulling away.

For two strangers meeting for the first time, it is a bit too close.

"I..." Her lips were murmured, but she couldn't speak, she didn't know how to introduce herself.

Human beings have the most complex language system in the world, and the same vocabulary can have another meaning if rearranged and combined. Unfortunately, not everyone has mastered the art of speaking.For emergencies, not everyone can respond with eloquence.

"Teacher, outside..."

But when I was struggling with how to reveal my identity to Shang Lu, the door at the other end was suddenly pushed open.

Shang Muxiao stepped in with a smile on his face, and in the middle of speaking, he stopped suddenly and stood stiffly at the door.

If there is a cosmic will, then it must be childish and stubborn, and those it favors must accept its suffocating special care and become the masters of all dramas.

The three of us had a hasty face-to-face meeting without any preparation.

The smile on Shang Muxiao's face dissipated little by little, and his expression cooled down visibly to the naked eye.

"What are you doing?"

Shang Lu looked back at him, and then at me again.

When he looked back at me again, the confusion in his eyes faded away, as if he had understood something in just two glances.

"Sorry, I got the wrong person." He straightened up, turned around and walked towards Shang Muxiao.

As the two got closer, Shang Muxiao's whole body tensed up, the corners of his lips were pursed straight, and he looked like he was ready for battle.

Shang Lu didn't stop there, just brushed past him, and ordered in a voice like ice and snow: "You, come out with me."

Shang Muxiao glanced at me, then quickly withdrew his gaze, closed the door and went outside with Shang Lu.But I don't know if Shang Lu is too confident about the sound insulation of the house, or he wants to tell me on purpose. The two didn't go far, and they started arguing outside the door.

"Who is that on the bed?" Shang Lu's voice came in faintly, a little muffled, but still clearly audible.

"Didn't my sister say that? That's my philosophy teacher, and the person I'm dating now." In Shang Muxiao's words, there was a hint of joy in revenge.

Shang Lu was silent, as if he was digesting this information.

"Did you bring people back because you thought I would be angry? Do you want to use this method to resist my oppression?" Shang Lu spoke again, with sarcasm, "Shang Muxiao, even if you date a dog, I won't be angry either. Your life is your own and has nothing to do with me."

While he didn't directly compare me to a dog, that was about the same.

Sure enough, movie roles belong to movie roles, and must not be confused with actors themselves.

"Since it has nothing to do with you, why do you always interfere in my life and force me to do things I don't like? Before I was asked to apply for the finance department, and now I am asked to make movies. My life is my life. My own?" Shang Muxiao sneered, "I don't even know!"

"Because those are no longer just your life, but also my life. When our life trajectories overlap, do you think I should give priority to your feelings? Which one you wear is not given by me? Even this The life is all given by me, what are you angry about?"

"You gave it? Didn't you often say that my life was exchanged for my mother's life?"

Shang Lu didn't answer. I don't know if he was speechless or he was too lazy to pay attention, but I have no reason to think it's the latter.

After a brief silence, Shang Muxiao's tone calmed down, but he was exhausted: "Why did you give birth to me?"

Shang Lu was silent for a longer time this time.

"I thought that having another child would make her happy, but unexpectedly, it made her even more unhappy. I also regret this." His voice lowered, showing a completely different tone from the aggressive one just now.It seemed that just mentioning Mei Zixun was enough to make him gentle.

"So you hate me, and you think I killed her."

"No." Shang Lu paused and said, "We killed her together."

I sucked in a sharp breath, and tightened the skirts of my subordinates, just listening in, shocked by the lethality of these words.

Previously, Shang Muxiao once said that although Shang Lu was not a good father, he never abused him.He was wrong, Shang Lu did not treat him badly in terms of food and clothing, but he abused him.With words and an indifferent attitude, they turned into sharp knives and stabbed at the most innocent children.

It is hard to imagine how Shang Muxiao endured these "violence" for many years.

The outside was completely quiet. After Shang Lu said that, even Shang Muxiao had to slow down.

After a long time, just when I thought the quarrel was over and the two of them had left, Shang Muxiao slowly opened the door and walked in.

His body was intact, and there were no wounds on his face, but anyone who looked into his eyes would clearly realize that he was injured, seriously injured, dying, and dripping with blood.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and didn't mention the quarrel.

"Teacher, it's snowing outside."

Before going to bed, I didn't pull the blackout curtains, but just pulled a layer of white gauze. At this time, it was dark, and I couldn't see the lights or snow.

"Then it should be cold tomorrow..."

"Where did he touch you?" Shang Muxiao raised his hand to hold my cheek, and gently stroked my lower lip with his thumb.

The sudden change of subject made me a little overwhelmed.

"He said he recognized the wrong person, maybe he didn't find Fang Qinian, and thought he was sleeping below..." While speaking, he inevitably touched Shang Muxiao's fingers, and his fingertips got a little wet.

"Did he touch your place?" Shang Muxiao didn't seem to hear me at all, as my lips opened and closed, he poked more fingers in.

I felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to back away, but he fixed my face and didn't allow me to move.

"...I didn't think it was you."

I clarified this misunderstanding to him, but he didn't seem to need my clarification at all.

"Yes, we look alike." His pupils were dark, with no expression on his face, "Why do you look at him like that?"

How do you see him?

The thumb rests on the tip of the tongue, stroking and teasing it like a docile pet, unable to escape or avoid it.I was dizzy by his fingers, and soon the saliva slid down the corner of my lips, leaving an itchy track on my jaw.

"Business..."

"Do you like it when he touches you?"

With a stab in my heart, I finally determined that he was venting his anger and making trouble for no reason.Unbearable, I clenched my teeth and bit down.

Shang Muxiao frowned, subconsciously withdrew his hand, looked at the deep tooth marks on his knuckles, his brows and eyes became more gloomy.

Wiping the saliva from my lips, I drove him away in a cold voice: "Get out."

He raised his eyes to look over, and the dangerous emotion in his eyes was frightening, as if he was going to kill me in the next moment, tear my throat, and bite my flesh and blood.

In the huge space, only the shallow breathing of the two of us remained. In this extreme silence, the nerves collapsed to the extreme, and it was not surprising that anything happened.

Suddenly, a series of loud firecrackers sounded outside the window. Behind the hazy white gauze, bright fireworks bloomed in the dark night sky.

The sound of firecrackers bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

It's midnight.

All emotions were interrupted by this noise, like Cinderella who was about to return to her original appearance at midnight, Shang Muxiao glanced out the window, the haze between his brows dissipated little by little, withdrawing all sharpness and mania.

"Rest well, we will leave here tomorrow." He leaned forward, as if he wanted to kiss me, but I avoided it first.

He stopped, didn't force, didn't say anything, got up and left.

The liveliness outside the house continued, completely lighting up the night sky. I sat on the bed for a while, with mixed tastes in my heart, among which the bitter taste was the most bitter.

It was too noisy outside, the firecrackers were set off intermittently, and the mobile phone kept vibrating, accepting New Year greetings from all parties.

I simply edited one and joined the group issue.

Around two o'clock, the surrounding area finally completely quieted down.I fell asleep again, had many dreams, and woke up feeling very heavy, thinking that I hadn't slept much, and looked at my phone, it was ten o'clock.

After washing up, I changed into my clothes and left the bedroom.

The merchant's villa is really big, I didn't remember the way last night, and now I'm dizzy looking for the door.When passing an intersection, I suddenly heard Shang Yunrou's voice from the left.

"Can I be like you?"

On the left is a small living room, separated from the corridor by a bogu shelf, Shang Yunrou was talking with Shang Muxiao in a low voice, the two of them were facing my direction, and I was blocked again, so no one paid attention to my arrival.

Shang Muxiao sat on the sofa, with a casual tone: "What's the difference?"

"It's different everywhere!" Shang Yunrou tried her best to restrain herself, but still couldn't hide her excitement.

I had a premonition that their topic couldn't get away from me, so I didn't rush to speak out, and carefully planned to go back the same way.

"That's good. As long as you break up with Yang, I will break up with him."

I was stunned, and suddenly raised my head, through the gap of the bogu shelf, the casual smile on Shang Muxiao's face was revealed in front of my eyes without any cover.

He may like me, but he doesn't cherish this relationship.This fact, which was only clarified last night, was once again clearly and unreservedly placed in front of me.

Suddenly, but without so many surprises.