Depraved

Shengtai Court, Building 4, 7 floors.

Walk through the unfamiliar and familiar corridors, and stop at the penultimate room at the end.After inserting the key into the lock, Mu Shen hesitated for a moment before turning to open the door.

You shouldn't come, stay away from him, at least wait until you think it through...

Mu Shen knows.

It was dark inside.

Eyes gradually adapted to the weak light, Mu Shen scanned the entire living room, curled up in a corner of the sofa, silent in the darkness.

With the light from outside the door, it is roughly possible to see that it is a human figure.

Quad.

Why are you sleeping here?

Turn on the light in the living room, and close the door lightly.Put on your slippers and hang your suit on the coat hook.Approaching the sofa, he looked down at the sleeping person.

Her hair is messy, probably due to the high temperature in the room, her face is slightly red, her mouth is half open, and she looks cute and silly.There was just a slight crease between his brows.

He still held the open script in his arms.

Mu Shen stared at his face and blinked for a long time.

There was a can of beer on the coffee table, and I picked it up and shook it, there was a faint sound of water rushing.Already drank more than half of it, leaving almost only a bottom.

Why drink?

He raised his head, and the cold liquid slid down his throat and went all the way to his stomach.

I don't like the taste of beer, it's too cold and astringent.

I really want to pick him up and ask him, where does your sorrow come from?

But he couldn't bear to disturb his sound sleep.

Mu Shen sat beside him, leaned on the backrest, and closed his eyes tiredly.

When he woke up again, the room returned to the dark state, no, it wasn't too dark, but the chandelier on the top was turned off, and the small wall lamp on the opposite wall emitted a soft light.Subconsciously looking to the side, the person was no longer there.

The script was closed, neatly stacked with the folder, and placed on the arm of the sofa.

Fang Ting woke up.

The light in the kitchen was on, and the frosted window gave off a gentle and lingering smell.Mu Shen stood up, walked to the kitchen, leaned on the door frame and looked at Fang Ting.

The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, revealing half of the arm, as smooth as jade, with some flour on the hands, and the long and slender fingers fluttered deftly on the table.Hearing the voice, Fang Ting turned around, gave Mu Shen a smile, and continued to work with his head down.

The window was opened a small crack, and the wind swam in with the coolness of the night, enjoying the rare coolness on the cheeks, but refused to spread the coolness to the heart.

My heart is still soaked in a hot spring, and it feels soft and warm.

When will the evildoers who run amok in the world wash their hands and make soup?

It feels like being lost in a dream that doesn't belong in this world—distortion.

Or, is this the "illusion" created by the "monster" to confuse human beings?

Whether it is not bear to break.After watching quietly for a long time, he finally said: "Are you awake?" The deep and mellow voice, the hoarseness of just waking up, lingered in every sound.

Fang Ting raised his head, stopped his hands, and smiled, "I should ask you, right? How did you sleep?"

"It's okay." Mu Shen raised the corner of his mouth.

It's really good, the feeling of fatigue has dissipated a lot, and the thinking has jumped out of the chaotic state.

There was another long silence, but it didn't feel awkward.

Small pieces of dough were shaped by hand and carefully moved into the pot.Moisture mixed with warmth seeped out of the pot, gradually moistening the air.The glass was covered with a layer of soft white mist.

When the lid is lifted, the steam unfurls and dissipates in the air, bringing a light but exceptionally mellow aroma.

Fang Ting bent down and took out a white porcelain plate from the cabinet, took out eight shiny light yellow balls, then put the rest on another plate and put them in the cabinet.

"What is it?"

"Osmanthus fragrans," Fang Ting smiled and handed the plate in front of him. Seeing that he didn't make a move, he roughly guessed why, took another pair of chopsticks and stuffed them into his hands: "Let's have a taste."

"Is it sweet?" Mu Shen pursed his lips, obviously not too cold, but he still picked one up and put it in his mouth. After swallowing, the lines of his face softened a lot, "It's not greasy, it's delicious."

Fang Ting smiled, looking very happy, picked up a pill and put it in his mouth, and pulled Mu Shen to the living room.Mu Shen was taken aback for a moment, and let him drag him back to the living room.The porcelain plate was placed on the coffee table, and Fang Ting poured a glass of water for each of them.

"Sorry, I was still sleeping when you came here. Didn't you have dinner? Eat some snacks first, and cook in the morning."

Mu Shen glanced at his watch subconsciously, it was 0:34.

"What about you?" Mu Shen asked.

"Ah?" Fang Ting was stunned, then smiled and waved his hands: "I'm not hungry."

"Controlling the body is not like this," Mu Shen looked directly at him, and the statement was faint, but quite intimidating, "Empty stomach hurts the stomach."

Fang Ting and him looked at each other, but finally lost the battle, got up and went to the kitchen, and when he came back, he had a dinner plate in his hand, and there were five sweet-scented osmanthus balls on the plate.

"Okay, are you satisfied?"

Mu Shen nodded with a smile, and lowered his head to deal with the small dumplings on the plate. Fang Ting looked at it for a while, and then lowered his head.Suddenly I heard Mu Shen ask: "Why do you make yourself so tired?"

Fang Ting raised his head in confusion, and after thinking for a while, he finally realized: "The script needs to be read several times, and the characters' psychology will have to be figured out for a while later... There is not enough time, so we have to catch up."

Mu Shen nodded and said nothing.

Fang Ting had gone through hundreds of times in his mind, but he still didn't understand what Mu Shen meant.Is this caring about him?Or is it because I don't want myself to put too much thought on acting and ignore him?

"I'm done eating," Fang Ting was still in a daze, and Mu Shen had already put down his chopsticks, "I'm going to sleep."

Fang Ting watched Mu Shen walk into the bedroom, looked at the small dumpling on the plate, but also put down the chopsticks.

Probably fell asleep all afternoon, and got a little angry. The mouthpiece seemed to be on fire, and I couldn't eat it no matter how delicious it was.He picked up the cup and took a sip of water, a trickle trickling down his throat.

Sighing, why did Mu Shen come here today? Didn't you panic when you saw him?I originally planned to stay up all night, looking for the feeling of the night attack on Chang'an in the dark environment, but it was good, it was all in vain.

After all, he is also his own benefactor, so he still has to serve him, after all, this person is not bad to him.He picked up the dishes, stood up, and looked up, only to see Mu Shen leaning against the door looking at him.I can't see the expression on his face clearly, but it feels faint.

Fang Ting checked in his heart to confirm that there was nothing wrong with his expression just now, and then he smiled at Mu Shen naturally: "Why, still not sleeping?"

Mu Shen didn't answer, but just looked at the plate in his hand and the three osmanthus balls left on the plate: "Can't you eat it?"

Fang Ting nodded lightly, and asked again: "Aren't you very tired? Why aren't you sleeping?"

Mu Shen didn't answer, but just looked at him quietly through the dim light in the room: "Wait for you."

If this is an overly sweet dream, don't wake up.