After I made a biography for my scumbag ex, I was on fire

Chapter 52 Broken

"You have something to do with me?"

"It's okay, just come and see, are you okay...

"I'm fine, give me the food."

Mu Song didn't show any emotion at all, he just stretched out his hand, and never looked at Lu Yuan from the beginning to the end, his eyes clearly only had love in his eyes.

Lu Yuan: ...

Mu Song's indifferent attitude, and Bai Xu, who was behind him, who was staring at him, but deliberately approached him, mixed together and became a powerful stimulus, making Lu Yuan grab the takeaway as if he was desperately refusing to take it. Let go.

Don't even think about it, if he lets go, Mu Song will shut him out again, turn around and have dinner with that wolfish and ambitious dog.

Therefore, Lu Yuan made up his mind, no matter how much Mu Song glared at him, he would not let go.

Mu Song: ...

"Okay, I'll send you to eat, Xiao Xu is leaving, let's go out and eat well."

"it is good!"

Just "we" is enough to make Bai Xu excited, not to mention, he is also eager to get away from that scumbag Lu Yuan as soon as possible.

So, without waiting for Mu Song to urge him any further, he immediately changed his shoes, stepped out the door, walked to the elevator in three or two steps, and pressed the button.

Mu Song followed closely behind, passing Lu Yuan directly, just when the elevator came, and was about to hurry over, but was grabbed by Lu Yuan.

"Musong..."

"hiss!"

"What's wrong? Does it hurt to pinch..."

Seeing Mu Song's frown, and looking at his swollen lips, Lu Yuan thought that he had encountered the strangulation left yesterday, so he hurriedly let go.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, Mu Song immediately walked into the elevator as if nothing happened, and quickly pressed the close button for a long time.

Lu Yuan was left alone, standing in the empty corridor.

Through the slowly shrinking gap in the door, Lu Yuan saw Mu Song turn his face away, talking intimately with Bai Xu, with a gentle smile on his face...

"boom!"

Mu Song's favorite food was thrown two meters away.

The fried tofu vermicelli soup was scattered all over the floor, and the round pan-fried buns were also scattered and rolled down, from one end to the other...

All over the place.

And Lu Yuan, who was extremely angry, didn't care at all.

After stepping through the greasy soup, I went home silently, changed the clothes that were splashed with soup, threw them into the washing machine, and lay half back on the sofa, staring at the ugly brown leather TV wall in a daze.

Mu Song, what do you mean?

Bai Xu's thoughts are already so obvious, and he is still so unclear with him, could it be...

no, I can not!

If Mu Song was really interested in Bai Xu, he wouldn't still be on his side in yesterday's dispute, and he wouldn't "flee" back to S City overnight.

But in the elevator, the way he looked at Bai Xu...

Lu Yuan, who has never liked to be entangled, now looks like a young boy who has just tasted love.

Over and over again, I fight with myself, just to guess the mind of the one I love.

Love, or, do not love?

President Lu, who is in his late thirties, is a pity that he doesn't have any flowers at hand, otherwise, there will be an idol drama where the idiot and the woman are tearing up the petals.

Just like that, I took out the clues one by one, and sorted them out carefully...

After more than half an hour, after "reasonable and well-founded" speculation, Lu Yuan finally settled down, and came to the conclusion that "Mu Song just can't save face".

He even felt that Mu Song's behavior might be somewhat angry with him.

After all, last night on the train...

After thinking about getting emotional, he almost did such a beast in the public restroom, and Lu Yuan, who regained his sanity, felt embarrassed.

Feeling restless for a while, he wanted to rush to apologize to Mu Song, but when he opened the door, he realized that he was not at home, and the chaos in the corridor was shocking.

Lu Yuan: ...

The trouble he caused, he had to clean up by himself. Young Master Lu, who was in a relaxed mood, went into the house silently, took a mop and broom, and cleaned the "tragedy scene" very unskillfully.

People, it is really necessary to experience major events that shock the soul before they have the opportunity to be reborn.

Once upon a time, Lu Yuan, who was soaked in golden water, was a master who didn't even help his oil bottle when it was down.

Nowadays, sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, and wiping the walls are all very enjoyable, and I even feel lucky while cleaning.

Fortunately, before Mu Song came back, he had to clean up this mess, otherwise, his pursuit of his "wife" would have another bumpy road.

After all, Mu Song, who has become more and more Buddhist in the past two years, hates wasting food the most, and always asks him for a piece of "CD-ROM operation".

"There are so many things a person can eat in a lifetime. If you waste a little, you will have less, and if you waste it, your life will be over!"

At that time, Mu Song's nonsense words, to Lu Yuan's ears, were simply nonsense.

Respond casually to "feudal superstition" and continue to do things our own way.

In the past few months, after reading Mu Song's novels, Lu Yuan really understood Mu Song in the "false" stories.

Moreover, compared to ordinary readers, Lu Yuan understands better than ordinary readers that Mu Song's life experience and the great compassion hidden in the teachings of Buddhism are actually buried deep in those seemingly small love stories.

Therefore, although it will not be possible to keep up with Mu Song's "practice" in action for a while, at least in his heart, Lu Yuan understands him more and more.

Therefore, looking at the clean and clean corridor, there is no trace of "wasting food" anymore, and Lu Yuan, who was sweating hot, wiped the moisture on his forehead that was about to fall, not without pride.

As long as he wants to do, there is nothing he can't do well. Of course, it also includes bringing the person on his heart back home!

On Lu Yuan's side, he was blindly confident, but he didn't know that in a western food restaurant a thousand meters away, the unwilling little wolf dog was waving happily with a hoe digging at the foot of the wall.

"Brother Mu Song, don't say anything else, the concert, but you promised."

"Um, yes, I promised, but I really don't quite understand..."

"Don't be perfunctory to me, there are a lot of classical music in your CD collection."

……

Looking at Bai Xu, who was half begging and half morally kidnapped, Mu Song couldn't think of a more suitable reason to refuse even though he didn't want to get involved.

In addition, Bai Xu never mentioned what happened yesterday, nor did he act out of line again. Mu Song, who had already seen it clearly, was a little confused at the moment.

What does this kid mean?

Could it be that I was thinking too much?

After all, from the beginning to the end, he didn't say anything that clearly crossed the line.

Moreover, if Lu Yuan hadn't caused trouble, there might not have been such a big commotion yesterday...

After thinking wildly for a while, Mu Song's originally clear mind became more and more confused, he was speechless for a while, and just looked straight at Bai Xu.

And the Bai Xu in front of him, just like the past few months, is persistent, but he is still obediently, moist and silently by his side.

Neither crying nor fussing, just staring at him watery with big eyes full of expectation.

……

For a while, Mu Song really couldn't harden his heart and let down a heart full of enthusiasm.

"Ahem, okay then..."

"Brother Mu Song agreed?!"

"Um……"

"Great!"

Looking at the boy, because of his promise to be as happy as the New Year, Mu Song was in a complicated mood, but there was still a hint of joy.

And the source of this joy has nothing to do with Bai Xu.

In detail, it can involve Mu Song's concerns with outsiders.

As mentioned earlier, Mu Song is a highly sensitive person.

Regardless of joy, joy, sorrow, or suffering, the degree of his perception seems to always be deeper and heavier than those around him.

Therefore, in his world, the proportion of "feeling" far exceeds that of the external material world.

Because of this, many of his behaviors are difficult to understand in the eyes of ordinary low-sensitive people, and even regarded as paranoid.

"Do you think that everyone is like you, 'the feeling is bigger than the sky'?"

Even Lu Yuan, who is closest to his pillow and has a heart as big as the sea, often asks him this way.

And at this time, apart from silently rolling his eyes, Mu Song couldn't say much.

Yes, the pace of society is so fast and the pressure is so great.

People who are struggling to make a living, all their attention is focused on tickets, houses, cars, and children.

Whenever you are free, stop and feel every moment, whether you are happy or unhappy.

Even, for many people, happiness or unhappiness is not important at all compared to those real things.

And since even one's own feelings are insignificant, then the feelings of others will not be taken seriously, so why keep them in mind?

Therefore, society has become a jungle, and flesh and blood people have gradually become cold machines.

And like Mu Song, a sensitive and soft person seems destined to become the weak under the law of "survival of the fittest".

A little bit of "insignificant" matter in the eyes of others will take a long time to digest when it comes to them, and even become permanent scars that will not heal for life.

Does anyone care?

Probably, apart from themselves, there will be no second person who really cares.

So, when he accidentally, for the first time, read that line from Emily Dickinson—

"If I can keep a heart from being broken, my life will not be in vain."

Tears, together with emotions, almost couldn't be restrained, surging out.

And from then on, Mu Song consciously or unconsciously took this sentence as his motto.

If you can make a heart less hurt because of yourself...

If I can make my heart a little happier because of myself...

His rough and tortuous life is not in vain!

And this is also the real motivation for Mu Song to persist in writing for ten years.

Although the beginning of this road is to record him and Lu Yuan, those little bits and pieces of sweetness in the abuse.

But in the end, what Mu Song cared about was not long ago, and he used the mouth of the character to express his emotions.

The most important reason for inspiring him to continue to create and write heart-infused stories is to comfort thousands of lonely souls who toss and turn in the middle of the night without sleep.

And among these souls, there must be many, like him, with sensitive and soft hearts, among the crowd, hit a wall and got hurt, but dared not show their wounds.

Only after sunset, hide in a quiet corner where no one is around, shed your own tears in other people's stories, and dissolve those "nobody cares" emotions.

Then, the next day, I put on a decent coat again, pretended to be a normal social person, blended into the torrent, and went to earn a living.

So, later, when his readers became more and more famous, he broke the circle and attracted more attention, many "good-hearted people" sincerely gave him advice.

"Mr. Shitu, you are already such a big name, you want to go to the next level, and always write stories about small love and small love, can't you.

Look at XXX, the big pattern can break the circle and make a big circle of fans. "

But Mu Song always smiled politely, noncommittal, until he was forced to reply cryptically on Weibo.

"There are so many powerful wives who build mountains and rivers and scold Fang Qiu. I don't have much hope for them. I just focus on whether my heart is broken."

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The author has something to say:

Mu Song: Ma, this chapter seems a little watery?

Zhizhi: Kesu... I wrote for ten hours.../tears