not night

■Prosperity, is it the material or the human heart that illuminates? ——Mingzhan

1.01

Mu Zichu came in with a bowl of very thin porridge, with a bright red slap mark on his fair face, he raised a faint smile: "Brother Mo Sheng, come and drink porridge..."

Mu Zichu fed it mouthful by mouthful, and the snow-white spoon came out of Chu Mosheng's mouth, turning into a bewitching blood red, and then washed it in the porridge.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Mu Zichu kept apologizing, his eyes washed by tears like the spotless night sky.

Chu Mosheng opened his mouth, but suddenly he couldn't hear himself speaking.

The person in front of him wiped his tears vigorously, his face was flushed red, he seemed to have said something...

After Chu Mosheng felt that a long time had passed, his hearing gradually recovered, but what he heard was not Mu Zichu's voice.

"Achu, purple tulips." Ji Ke put the bouquet of flowers on the bedside, and gently pressed a faint kiss on his forehead. "Beloved."

"Ah Chu, happy birthday."

"Achu..." "Achu..." "Achu..."

Every sound of Ah Chu is tender to the bone, and every sound of Ah Chu is like crying like blood.

Chu Mosheng's head started to hurt again, the pain from being bitten by thousands of insects and ants, he bit his wrist hard to relieve the pain.

Ha, ten years, that sentence that Ji Ke never said.

Chu, I love you...

Chu Mersheng had already left when he woke up, the room was very dark, and the outlines of the surrounding things could be clearly discerned.

At 01:30 in the morning, Chu Mosheng supported herself to sit up with her elbows. The horrible feeling was not particularly obvious under the passing of the headache, and it was difficult to move her legs as if they were filled with lead.

In the silent and sticky darkness, he fell heavily on the ground, blood squeezed out of his throat and overflowed his lips.

The suppressed panting sound had a slight tremor at the end, and the biting coldness of the cold night came from the place next to the skin.Chu Mosheng struggled for a long time, and finally stood up unsteadily on the floor.

Then he approached the heavy curtain step by step...

When the blindfold that prevents us from seeing the world is lifted, you will be amazed at the appearance of that world that has never been shown in front of you, but at that moment, your heart feels like being cut off piece by piece by someone with a knife.

This is the scenery of one person that can only be enjoyed by oneself.

Heavy snow fell on the city, and countless delicate and pale angels descended from the sky and turned into dust on the ground.

At 01:30 in the morning, the city that never sleeps slowly opened its enchanting figure.The sky was a dull black with no stars.Those neon lights are radiant, acting as a beautiful legend under the starry sky.

This city that never sleeps is real, and Chu Mosheng even forgot when he was in a dream.

He has never seen through this city, it is too beautiful, too prosperous, and it also has a harmless disguise that makes people feel safe.Chu Mosheng just guarded the warm lamp that made him feel at ease, and gradually settled down in the bustling, lonely.

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【The End】