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

Chapter 42 Cause and Effect

Just like last night, Mu Song still walked around Lu Yuan without saying a word.

However, today's mood is quite different.

Silently went into the kitchen, took out the leftover soup from last night from the refrigerator, poured it into a ceramic pot, and lit the fire.

Standing by the stove, looking at the soup in the clay pot, gurgling and tumbling, Mu Song's emotions also went up and down, and it was difficult to calm down.

Lu Yuan, who was in the restaurant from the corner of his eye, kept sleeping on the table, motionless, and Mu Song felt that this person was probably crazy.

He didn't believe it, Lu Yuanzhong never woke up.

After waking up, not only did he not leave, but he didn’t even move his nest. Just like that, with the posture of an ascetic monk, he "sticks" to the hard and cold chair...

Is he... is he going to sit quietly and demonstrate? !

Turning sideways, he took a hard look at the sleeping Lu Yuan, Mu Song was angry and speechless.

But for a while, I couldn't think of how to "invite" people out, so I could only turn my head, calm down, and stir the soup in the pot.

The stove fire was lukewarm, and the soup was full of steam. After a while, the aroma of black chicken soup floated out of the kitchen and spread everywhere.

Under the "seduction" of this fragrance, Lu Yuan, who had been struggling all night and had just fallen asleep, slowly woke up.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Mu Song's thin figure in the twilight of morning, holding a spoon, standing by the stove.

The warm sun and the pot gas are intertwined, transforming into a slowly floating warm yellow, like a background color, against the surroundings, creating a beautiful painting of time and tranquility.

This situation is very similar to the countless mornings when Mu Song got up early and made breakfast for him.

As a result, Lu Yuan, who was half asleep and half awake, couldn't tell what night it was and what night it was for a while.

He stood up in a daze, walked forward quietly, and hugged Mu Song into his arms from behind.

"Snapped!"

Mu Song who was "surprised" was naturally taken aback.

During the instinctive struggle, the ceramic spoon fell from his hand and shattered at his feet, leaving fragments all over the floor.

This time, Lu Yuan came to his senses completely, apologizing to Mu Song's astonished eyes.

"Sorry……"

Lu Yuan squatted down hastily, and before Mu Song could react, he stretched out his hand and picked up the pieces of porcelain falling on his feet little by little.

But accidentally, he cut his hand, making a big cut.

"hiss!"

Bright red blood slipped from Lu Yuan's index finger and dripped on Mu Song's snow-white and slender instep with well-defined bones. In the horror, there was even a hint of coquettishness.

Lu Yuan was stunned, forgetting his injury for a moment.

Mu Song: ...

"Lu Yuan, you are really enough..."

Mu Song withdrew his feet, went to the living room to get the medicine box, and threw it to Lu Yuan.

"Alcohol and Band-Aids are in there, pack it up, let's go."

After all, he turned around and was about to leave, but after walking a few steps, he turned around again and looked at Lu Yuan who was still squatting on the ground.

"Don't bother me anymore, and don't bother yourself anymore."

After saying this, without looking back, he entered the study and closed the door.

Mu Song, who lives alone, has a big study room, just like his childhood dream. In the study room, there is an entire wall of bookshelves, from top to bottom, filled with his collection of books.

Facing the book wall is a comfortable single sofa with a wheat-white Turkish plush blanket, which is perfect for reading.

But at the moment, Mu Song was slumped on the sofa, but he didn't care about reading.

A pair of long legs stretched out on the carpet, and the bright red on the instep was too eye-catching.

Draw Mu Song's attention to the entanglement with Lu Yuan.

Thinking back to what happened in the past two months, Mu Song suddenly felt very tired...

Really, so tired...

Compared with the past ten years, those who couldn't love and repeatedly entangled were more tiring.

Why is this?

Mu Song rubbed his head, trying to sort out the clues in the mess.

In the past, he chased Lu Yuan's back, no matter how injured or bloody he was, his heart was still solid.

Even if he doesn't know whether Lu Yuan's sudden distance and nearness, cold and hot, whether it is love or not, but he knows that he loves Lu Yuan.

Therefore, during those ten years of entanglement, Mu Song was like a long-distance runner with a clear goal.

No matter how tired and hard he is, he believes that where there is a will, there is a way, and he always maintains the joy of "one step closer to the goal every day".

And at the moment, from the chaser of the target to the target being chased.

The sense of solidity that was once indomitable has become empty, confused, and overwhelmed.

Rationally, Mu Song resisted Lu Yuan's pursuit.

Not only because of the injuries he had suffered, but also because, after ten years of grinding, Mu Song really began to question——

Really, is the life with Lu Yuan the life he wants?

When I was a teenager, it was as simple as a blank sheet of paper, just in the arms of one person, it was a whole world.

Therefore, he can take getting Lu Yuan's love as his goal in life.

With the enthusiasm to go to the mountains and seas, single-handedly, without fear of wind and rain, just to win the hearts of one person.

But as he got older, the paranoid boy gradually changed...

My own love and hatred are no longer as big as the sky, and the embrace of one person is not enough to support a world.

Especially, when he really has his own dream, and practically, for this dream, he has made a detailed struggle plan.

... Mu Song felt that he could not go back.

But emotionally, looking at the person who used to love like life, now, bent and proud, crawling at his feet, begging him to turn back...

People's hearts are not made of iron, not to mention that Mu Song has always been soft-hearted?

Mu Song, who eats soft but not hard, is really disturbed by this candy-like entanglement, and he can't help but sigh.

"Really, I'm too tired..."

Mu Song was paralyzed on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, the sun shining through the gauze curtain, casting mottled light and shadows, a sudden thought flashed.

So, when Lu Yuan was entangled by him, was he also so tired?

Thinking back on what I did back then, compared to Lu Yuan today, it was even worse, and Mu Song suddenly felt a little guilty...

As a believer in Buddhism, after these years of practice, he now firmly believes in the cycle of cause and effect.

"In this way, it's all retribution!"

Thinking of the cause and effect, Mu Song, who was not without irritability, rubbed his face hard.

Struggling to sit up, trying to bring the wanton rush of attention back to reality.

After all, because of Lu Yuan, his review progress was seriously affected from yesterday to today.

Once there is a goal, Mu Song is extremely persistent, and will not allow anyone or anything to interfere, not even Lu Yuan, who is the "former goal".

So, Mu Song stood up from the sofa, sat down at the desk, and just picked up the book when he heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

Mu Song: ...

Just now immersed in thinking, Mu Song didn't pay attention to whether Lu Yuan left or not.

It turned out that he was there the whole time just now!

But what is he doing alone, staying in his house for so long?

Couldn't say it was out of curiosity, or a hint of worry, Mu Song opened the door of the study lightly, making sure that Lu Yuan was gone, and then walked out.

Seeing the clean and tidy kitchen, Mu Song was stunned for a long time.

Not only the pieces of the soup spoon were cleaned up, but the floor was also polished, and the ceramic pot of hot soup on the stove was also completely clean...

Mu Song: ...

Fuck|Trough, did this person take the opportunity to steal his soup?

Bai Xia, he was so sympathetic for his "well-behaved" just now... This dog man, it really doesn't take more than three seconds to make people feel sympathetic!

Mu Song was hungry, coupled with the emotions of the two days before and after, an evil fire rose from the bottom of his stomach, and his teeth were so itchy that he wanted to bite.

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw a sticky note on the refrigerator door.

"The soup is in the thermos."

It was Lu Yuan's elegant and unrestrained handwriting.

Mu Song: ...

Sweeping around, it turned out that the thermos bucket was placed on the dining table brightly, but Mu Song would not have noticed if he hadn't seen the note.

He opened the thermos and looked at the amount of soup. Lu Yuan didn't steal it, it was seven to eight full and still steaming.

Ok……

He underestimated Lu Yuan's current "enlightenment".

The rising evil fire had nowhere to vent, and Mu Song didn't know who he was playing with, so he drank the whole bucket of soup in one breath.

After walking around the house several times, I finally digested the soup and emotions in my stomach before returning to the study.

Sitting at the desk, breathing out the old and inhaling the new, he took a deep breath, and finally, he adjusted his emotions to the state of reading a book.

But as soon as I opened the book, the phone rang again.

Mu Song: ...

At first he didn't want to answer, but when he saw the caller, Mu Song had no choice but to be patient and pressed the connect button.

"Hey, Xiaoxu, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, just, Brother Lu, did you bother you yesterday?"

Mu Song felt guilty.

have?Or, no?

Looking at the trace of Lu Yuan's blood on the slippers, Mu Song thought to himself, after all, Lu Yuan should be causing trouble for himself...

So, Mu Song didn't know whether he was deceiving himself or others, so he lied with his eyes open.

"Cough, no."

But he was really not good at lying, and the unsteadiness in his tone clearly confirmed the worry of the little wolf dog.

Therefore, after receiving Mu Song's reply, Bai Xu was silent for a long time, so long that Mu Song thought he was disconnected.

"Hey, Xiaoxu, are you still there?"

"...Brother Mu Song, I want to see you."

Mu Song:?

This tone, this wording, why is it faintly wrong?

"See what? Didn't you just meet yesterday? What's the matter? The phone said the same..."

"No, it's important. See you in half an hour at the MS coffee shop next to the neighborhood."

Mu Song: ...

Well, it seems that today is still going to be abolished!

After hanging up the phone, Mu Song's emotions that had just faded away revived again, causing him to have a head and a head.

Although it is not clear why the young master said that he said that he said it, but seeing that he did not do much for his own review, he could only reluctantly bear it.

After tidying up indiscriminately and wearing loose and casual clothes, Mu Song went downstairs in a lack of interest.

Not too early or too late, we arrived at MSCoffee on time.

"Brother Mu Song!"

Bai Xu in the corner saw him at a glance, stretched his arms, and greeted him enthusiastically, the gloom on the phone had long since disappeared.

But different from the past, Mu Song, who has been plagued by troubles for days, was not infected by the enthusiasm of the young man, and still had a pale face and no expression.

"Young master, what's the matter, can't you talk on the phone?"

Seeing that Mu Song was not in high spirits, although Bai Xu didn't know exactly what happened, he could still guess that it had something to do with the scumbag.

Thinking of Mu Song's trying to cover up his tone on the phone, Bai Xu felt a little flaming, but he didn't dare to question Mu Song.

After struggling with the wording for a long time, after thinking about it, I finally decided to make a detour and outflank it.

"Brother Mu Song, do you still remember what you promised me?"

"what's up?"

Facing Bai Xu's shining eyes, Mu Song didn't say anything, but thought in his heart, I seem to have promised you a lot.

What's the matter this time?

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The author has something to say:

Lu Qiangoal Yuan: Wife, I heard you gave me another "nickname"?

Mu Song: Oh?Oh... how about it, do you like it?

Lu Yuan: My wife naturally likes it, but, man, it’s not easy to change your surname...Can you remove the word "前"? /Pitiful

Mu Song: So...you want to be called Lu Biao? /doubt

Lu Yuan: ...