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Zhuang Yao hadn't been to Mu Ning's apartment for a long time.After a long time, when he heard that Mu Ning was with Lin Jiayang and was still drunk, he hurried over, but he couldn't open the combination lock.I could only wait angrily at the door.

Without further ado, after shutting Lin Jiayang out of the door, the moment he turned his head, the little Fadou he gave to Mu Ning ran out, and the bell hanging around his neck rang loudly.

Poor little boy, Zhuang Yao thought.Mu Ning doesn't go home often, probably only the nanny is with him.

Zhuang Yao picked up Mu Ning and walked into the bedroom, the person in his arms was light.Mu Ning has a physique that does not gain weight, so it is very difficult to raise, no matter how much he eats, he will still be of that size.

Zhuang Yao used to joke that if there was a sandstorm in Beijing, the first thing to do was not to close the windows, but to tie Mu Ning with a rope, otherwise he might be blown away by the wind.

Zhuang Yao put Mu Ning on the bed, changed his clothes and shoes, and found a towel to wipe his face.The house was very air-conditioned, Zhuang Yao turned the temperature up a bit, and then covered him with a quilt.

Rarely does the puppy see its owner come home, it wags its tail to warmly welcome it, and jumps on the bed to lick Mu Ning's face.Zhuang Yao drove it off, and it jumped up again, indomitable.After repeating this cycle several times, Zhuang Yao had to let him go, and said helplessly, "Why are you as stubborn as your master?"

Mu Ning woke up a little from the torment, and saw a figure shaking in a trance, grabbed the man's hand, and shouted: "Lin Jiayang..."

Zhuang Yao had already planned to leave.

Hearing these three words, Zhuang Yao suddenly turned his head, approached Mu Ning's cheeks that were heavily smelled of alcohol, clamped his chin, and forced Mu Ning to look at his own face.

He asked word by word: "Look carefully, who am I?"

The drunken Mu Ning raised his chin, looked at it for a while, and then patted Zhuang Yao's face: "Asshole!"

After scolding the person, he didn't say anything, and then slapped Zhuang Yao.Although the hand under the influence of alcohol was soft and weak, there was still a crisp sound.

Zhuang Yao told him to slap him and stupefied him. After a while, he said harshly, "You should be glad you're drunk now."

Mu Ning closed his eyes and hummed, took Zhuang Yao's hand and lowered it to his head, meaning to borrow his arm to sleep on.Zhuang Yao couldn't get away, and the two stalemate for a while.In the end, Zhuang Yao compromised and didn't care about the drunk.

He took off his watch and climbed onto the bed, relying on Mu Ning for his whole body.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, making it airtight.Zhuang Yao turned off the lighting, leaving only a dim night light in the corner of the room.The clock on the bedside table was ticking, and Mu Ning was sleeping peacefully on Zhuang Yao's chest. The night seemed endless.

No one understands the beauty of Mu Ning better than Zhuang Yao.That beauty is a touch from the depths of the soul, not his face or body.

But can a perfect body and soul have both?

He kept Mu Ning by his side because he admired his beauty.He isolated Mu Ning from the outside world as if he were treating a shocking work of art.He peeled off the imperfect parts of Mu Ning step by step, keeping him away from the erosion of oxygen, dust and wind.

Except for Zhuang Yao himself, no one can aspire to such unfathomable beauty.

Until one day, Mu Ning was leaning against him, with a lazy posture, squinting those eyes full of ambition and aura, and discussing with him where to go for vacation.But he piled up the piles of scripts and left them to fall into ashes.

He created so many opportunities for Mu Ning that others couldn't ask for, but Mu Ning can't act in any other way.No matter how Mu Ning plays, he is Fu Sheng in "Sorrow of Parting", and the 19-year-old shadow is lingering.

That was the third year that Mu Ning came to him.Realizing that something was wrong between them, he tried to cut some ties.But every time he took a step back, Mu Ning took another step forward.Mu Ning's pride and wildness are really a double-edged sword.

It was too wild, so wild that even Zhuang Yao could hardly control it.He is a figure who calls the wind and rain in the entertainment industry. Even if he leaves the entertainment circle and the business world, his identity is still the youngest son of the Zhuang family.His life is full of flowers, and his natural pride and conceit do not allow himself to be led by the nose by anyone.

In the third year, Zhuang Yao and Mu Ning had a cold war that lasted for several months.Don't meet each other, don't talk, strangers accidentally meet their eyes when they meet, maybe they will smile at each other, but they are just silent.

Zhuang Yao was born in a compound and grew up in the hands of politicians. Manipulating people's hearts is almost his talent.At the end of the cold war, Mu Ning naturally couldn't win against him.

As he expected, Mu Ning came to make peace, with rare meekness, almost begging for mercy.After that, they fell into a sick relationship, and no matter how they corrected it, they could no longer have the original fit.

When Mu Ning cried and begged him, for a moment, Zhuang Yao felt an inescapable disappointment towards himself.He thought how could he fall in love with such a person, who was so tricky and domineering, yet so fragile and pitiful, so humble that he wished he could lie at his feet, begging himself to love him.

Zhuang Yao is not ignorant, he understands that all of this has nothing to do with him, it is his decision that wears away the original shining soul, and created the weak and weak Mu Ning today.

When Mu Ning finally offered to leave him, he let go.In other words, he waited for this day, in fact, he waited for a long time.

The puppy curled up at Mu Ning's feet, drowsy.Zhuang Yao caressed the hair of the person in his arms, his thoughts scattered.

He knew that it would be better for Mu Ning to leave him, so he shouldn't bother him anymore.But now that someone else really appeared beside Mu Ning, how could he be so depressed and unacceptable?

When Mu Ning woke up early the next morning, the last scene he remembered was Lin Jiayang pouring him wine.With a splitting headache, he got up and opened the curtains. The morning sun was just right.

"Yaoyao," Mu Ning walked out while calling the puppy's name: "Yaoyao? Yao..."

In the living room, Zhuang Yao came out of the kitchen with an uneasy expression.

Mu Ning was taken aback: "Why are you at my house?"

"Coincidentally." Zhuang Yao put the coffee on the dining table and said, "Let's have breakfast first."

Excuse me, what kind of coincidence can let a person who doesn't know the password of his house enter the house and make a table of breakfast by the way?

"What did you call that dog just now?" Zhuang Yao asked as soon as he sat down.

Mu Ning stammered and replied: "Yao, Yaoyao. Qiong Yao's Yao."

"It's very nice." Zhuang Yao looked calm as usual.

Mu Ning quietly looked at his phone, and asked Lin Jiayang what happened last night, Lin Jiayang confessed everything, and asked about his relationship with Zhuang Yao.

Mu Ning didn't reply to Lin Jiayang's message. He saw Zhuang Yao in his own home as if he was in an uninhabited state, and his every move was familiar as if they hadn't broken up yet, his heart sank.Thinking about what Zhuang Yao said to him in the car that day, his pain-sensing nerves became active reflexively.

After dinner, Zhuang Yao has a meeting to hold.Mu Ning stood at the table drinking coffee.He got dressed and was about to go out. He took his car keys and said to Mu Ning without looking back, "Are you going to the set? I'll take you there."

Mu Ning's hand holding the coffee was trembling.

He'd been playing normal for a few months, and after leaving a relationship of ten years, he didn't seem to care at all.

People in the know say that he can take it easy, laugh when he should laugh, and make trouble when he should.But now, on such a sunny morning, when he was supposed to be happy, he looked at Zhuang Yao's back, but he couldn't control his emotions anymore.

"Crack!" There was a crisp cracking sound, and Zhuang Yao turned his head when he heard the sound, coffee stains and ceramic fragments fell to the ground, making a mess.He frowned, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Mu Ning who smashed the teacup.

"What do you mean by coming to my house like this and hanging around me like nothing happened. Zhuang Yao, have you had enough fun?!" Mu Ning's breathing became more and more rapid, and tears soon flowed from his eyes.

Since he broke with Zhuang Yao, he hasn't cried yet.He knew that this crying was inevitable, but he always wanted to procrastinate and hold back, maybe one day, it would be over.

And the most painful way to cry that he could think of was to expose all his bloody wounds in front of this person like now, like every time in the past.

"I know I'm very sad, very pitiful! What do you want to hear? What else do you want? I'll tell you——I love you, I love you! Come on!" Munning was emotional and hysterical to him Crying, "I'm right there with you, and now I'm 28. I gave you ten years and got nothing from you, but I still love you! Is that enough? Is that all you want to hear?" Can these satisfy your superior vanity and the pleasure of torturing others?"

Zhuang Yao looked at the broken person in front of him with distress.

He took two steps closer, wanting to hug him.But the man took two steps back as if timid, stuck in place.

"Zhuang Yao, if you... If you still miss a little bit of old love, I don't expect you to love me, I just want to see you for ten years." Mu Ning raised his head, his eyes were full of despair: "Please, Get out of my life."

"Don't pity me, let alone give me alms." Mu Ning's voice dropped.

Too many times.

Too many times he was greedy for the little tenderness that Zhuang Yao gave, but what he got was more and heavier disappointments and wounds.

"You know it," Mu Ning cried and said, "You know it! As long as you hook your fingers, I will run to you desperately, and if you get tired of it after a few days, I will still treat everyone like you." Throw it in a corner to damp and mold like an unpleasant book!"

Mu Ning's legs went limp and he fell to the ground.Tears flowed down his collar, chilling his heart.

Zhuang Yao did not intend to do so.He wants Mu Ning to make a kite, which can travel high and far in the sky and return to him.

But not yet, far from it.The time to return to him is far from coming.

At the same time, Zhuang Yao discovered for the first time that the pain he brought to Mu Ning was far more than imagined.

Mu Ning is not strong enough, nor tough enough.He still has to wait.

Love and mercy are both evils.

Zhuang Yao clutched the car key in his hand, his joints turned white as if they were going to burst out of the skin in a second.

"Then I'll go first."

After a deathly silence, Zhuang Yao's voice sounded the same as usual: "Also, I came yesterday just to tell you that I hope you will be on the set in the future, so don't embarrass Bai Xiaotan too much."

"...Okay." Mu Ning said.

Zhuang Yao said no more, turned and left decisively.

The door was closed heavily, isolating Mu Ning's intermittent sobs in the void.