Chapter 19 Healing
Chapter 19 Healing
"That pajamas..."
Lu Yuan spoke vaguely, and Mu Song didn't understand what he meant.
"what?"
"No money, just give me that pajamas."
Mu Song: ...
This dog man probably has some serious illness.
"Hey, Brother Lu, don't you understand Mandarin? Just now Brother Mu Song clearly said that this pajamas were given to me."
Bai Xu was in a hurry, took out the posture of protecting food, and rushed back first.
Lu Yuan didn't pay attention to him at all, his eyes were deep, he just stared at Mu Song, as if he didn't give up until he reached his goal.
But this appearance, in the eyes of Mu Song, is just an inexplicable bluff.
"Is fifty thousand enough?"
Mu Song's tone was cold, and what was even colder than his tone was the eyes looking at Lu Yuan.
Apparently stabbed by Mu Song's coldness, Lu Yuan opened his mouth, but didn't speak, and froze in place, as if he didn't recognize the person in front of him.
Mu Song didn't have the time to spend any more time with him, so he took the card from Lu Yuan, took a photo, and handed it back to him.
"Just this card, right? I'll call you later. Thank you very much for today. If you're okay, Mr. Lu should go to bed earlier."
After saying this, Mu Song didn't say anything else, he raised his hand as a farewell, and closed the door with a "snap".
Mu Song's smooth operation stunned Bai Xu who was beside him.
In Xiaolu's already bright eyes, there was even a glint of admiration.
"Brother Mu Song, you are too good! You have to be like this when you abuse the scum, simply and neatly, without sloppy..."
"Abusive scum?"
Bai Xu talked quickly for a while, and almost missed something, so he hurried to make up for it.
"Ah, what I mean is, when dealing with unreasonable people like Brother Lu, you have to be like this, don't show any sympathy."
Mu Song:?
"I didn't show mercy?"
Mu Song thought to himself: If I were merciless, I would have beaten him out earlier, how can I talk to him?
"Oh, that's what it means anyway, brother Mu Song is very powerful anyway! He's my idol!"
"Okay, okay, stop bragging about business, if you're okay, you should go back early."
"Ah?! Don't, don't! I don't have anyone in my house. It's so deserted. I don't want to go back.
Besides, I answered your call and hurried out the door without even eating..."
Bai Xu sat back on the sofa, raised his face, half pitiful and half coquettish.
"Brother Mu Song, can you serve me a bowl of noodles?"
Mu Song: ...
Well, each of them is not easy to serve.
"What face?"
"Whatever you want! Braised beef in brown sauce, sauerkraut, and marinated tomatoes are all fine!"
The young master reported a list of instant noodles, obviously, he didn't want to trouble Mu Song.
Once a child is sensible, it is always easier to get the love of the elders.
Thinking of Bai Xu's driving tens of kilometers to come here, after tossing and tossing for so long, he didn't even have a meal, and he was hungry until this time.
In addition to being moved, Mu Song was more embarrassed.
Speaking of it, even though he was almost ten years older than Bai Xu, most of the time, it was this child who took care of him.
"Instant noodles are not healthy, I'd better serve you a bowl of Yangchun noodles."
After Mu Song finished speaking, he turned and went into the kitchen.
I washed a few chicken feathers, fried an egg, and added a few meatballs.
After a while, a bowl of Yangchun Noodles with delicious color and fragrance was brought to Bai Xu.
"Wow! It's so delicious!"
Before even moving his chopsticks, just smelling the smell, Bai Xu praised him sincerely.
"Eat quickly, or the noodles will be lumpy."
Mu Song smiled lightly, looking at Bai Xu, full of love.
But this kindness fell into Bai Xu's eyes, but it didn't feel so good.
"Brother Mu Song, you are so good at cooking, did you learn it seriously?"
The boy's eyes were clear and his face was sincere.
"I learned it, but I didn't succeed. This side is the best I've ever made."
Mu Song didn't doubt that there was him, so he replied casually, but couldn't help but fell into memory.
Back then, when we first got together, although Mu Song loved passionately, he didn't understand how to love someone.
Especially for a difficult person like Lu Yuan.
So, after drinking a lot of love chicken soup on the Internet, Mu Song inevitably wanted to tie the man's stomach to tie his heart.
So, I signed up for a cooking class, from Chinese food to Western food, to dessert...
Mu Song learned all of Lu Yuan's favorite dishes, but found that there was no chance to use them.
Lu Yuan is very busy at work. He is at the company at noon and often socializes in the evening.
On weekends, I often have to connect with family contacts.
After all, the time for the two of them to eat together is really pitifully small.
Therefore, after several times of carefully cooking the food, waiting for it to cool down, and finally throwing it away, Mu Song stopped doing such troublesome things.
He didn't like cooking in the first place, so he was happy to be lazy.
And skill is something that will decline after a long time of use, so he is really not good at cooking.
But this Yangchun noodles was taught by his grandma back then, and he will never forget it in his life.
"Songsong has learned. In the future, grandma will be gone. When I miss grandma, I can make a bowl of noodles for myself, and I can taste grandma again."
Later, whenever he was sad, Mu Song missed his grandma very much, and would order himself a bowl of noodles.
And as grandma said, once you taste the familiar taste, no matter how bad your mood is, it will fade away.
Because, that is not only the taste of grandma, but also the taste of being unconditionally loved!
"Brother Mu Song, brother, brother..."
When Mu Song came back to his senses, Bai Xu was looking at him solemnly.
"Ok?"
"Oh, it's nothing, I just want to ask you, if you like that little white cat so much, why don't you just take it back and raise it?"
Seeing Mu Song wake up from his meditation, Bai Xu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, he asked Mu Song about learning how to cook just now because he had learned about related past events in "Cow and Dog Not Compatible".
So I took the opportunity to mention it, because I wanted to secretly remind Mu Song of Lu Laogou's scumbag deeds.
I hope he can fight poison with poison and help him get rid of Lu Yuan's remaining poison from his heart as soon as possible.
Bai Xu thought that perhaps only in this way, the stubborn Mu Song would open his heart again to see other possibilities.
Otherwise, I am afraid that I will always look at myself with that "loving" gaze - this little fresh meat who is clearly full of hormones.
But seeing Mu Song's face gradually turning into a gloomy ashes, Bai Xu still couldn't bear it.
Afraid that he would torment himself in the memory again, he interrupted aloud.
"I think that cat is pretty smart. If Brother Mu Song likes it, I'll take it for a checkup tomorrow, give it another injection, wash it and then bring it back."
Sure enough, when the cat was mentioned, a gleam of light appeared in Mu Song's dim eyes, but it soon dimmed again.
"Hey, come on, my fate of being the 'Lonely Fiend' is not going to do me any good if I'm with anyone, so I'd better stop harming innocent little beings."
Thinking of grandma who left due to a sudden illness, thinking of Fufu who suffered a tragic accident, and Lu Yuan who has been stumbled for ten years...
Mu Song truly felt that it would be better for him to die alone.
"puff!"
Bai Xu didn't expect Mu Song to say such words, so he didn't hold back for a while.
"Ahem, Brother Mu Song, we are all good young people who were born in New China and grew up under the red flag. We can't trust these feudal dross."
Bai Xu was talking solemnly, as if he suddenly remembered something, he approached Mu Song in a serious manner.
"When I was young, I also asked the master to criticize it. Guess what? Said that I would not live to be 16 years old!
Am I not fine now?It can be seen that all horoscopes are nonsense. "
Looking at Bai Xu's lively smile, and listening to the white lie he obviously just made up, Mu Song was inexplicably moved.
He didn't believe that there really was a "master" who dared to criticize the young master of the Bai family for not living to be 16 years old, but the young master did not hesitate to joke about his own fate just to comfort him.
Mu Song's heart is not made of stone, he was warmed by this warmth for a moment, patiently, he explained to Bai Xu seriously why he no longer keeps cats.
"Ah? How could this be?"
Listening to Mu Song's memories about Fufu, Bai Xu's expression was quite complicated.
From the initial shock, to anger, and later, it turned into faint heartache...
"Brother Mu Song, it's really... not easy for you."
As Bai Xu said, he stretched out his long arms, across the dining table, wanting to give Mu Song a comforting hug.
Mu Song: ...
"Hey, it's not too late, it's long gone..."
Mu Song moved away, avoiding the sensational comfort, and smiled awkwardly.
"Besides, it's true that I didn't take good care of it, and it's normal to leave some shadows..."
"Brother Mu Song, you can't think like that! Do you know? This is called self-PUA.
How old were you then?You should be taken care of yourself, how can you be responsible for another life? "
When he said these words, Bai Xu changed from his usual childish manner.
Every word and every sentence fell to the ground with sound, which stunned Mu Song.
Seeing that these words entered Mu Song's heart, Bai Xu took advantage of the victory to pursue and share with him the process of his own psychotherapy.
It turned out that the cheerful young master also experienced a period of darkness during adolescence.
At first, his parents, who were busy with their careers, thought he was a rebellious period and didn't take it seriously.
It wasn't until his illness became so severe that he self-harmed that the Bai couple withdrew from the business and sought medical treatment for him everywhere, but with little success.
Later, it was with a top psychiatrist in the country that the manic and depressed young master solved the knot of his illness.
"The doctor said, let me visualize the little me who was neglected by my parents, and then imagine myself when I grew up, hug him, and say to him:
It's okay, I've grown up, and I can protect you by myself in the future. "
Recalling the scene at that time, Bai Xu still seemed to be very touched, and his eyes were a little moist.
"I did as he said, cried a lot, and never got sick again.
Brother Mu Song, why don't you try it too?It really works. "
Facing Bai Xu's enthusiastic gaze, Mu Song didn't know how to refuse, but he also didn't want to do it in front of him.
"Ah, this...I'll try it myself later, eat first, eat first."
Mu Song went over with a haha, urged Bai Xu to finish the meal, and chatted about what would be available, it was almost twelve o'clock.
"Xiao Xu, thank you so much for today, go back and have a good rest."
"You're welcome! As long as Mu Song is happy~"
Mu Song sent Bai Xu to the elevator, and suddenly remembered the pajamas.
"Ahem, Xiao Xu, I have changed out of my pajamas, so I don't need to wash them, just return them to me."
"Ah? Brother Mu Song, didn't you say you sent me off?"
"Oh, you young man, it's too old-fashioned to wear this. I'll buy you the latest one later, how about it?"
Seeing that Mu Song finally stopped talking about him as a "children's family", Bai Xu felt a little relieved.
Although he was unhappy, he still pouted and agreed.
"Then Brother Mu Song can't give it to Brother Lu, after all, I wore it."
"Okay, okay, don't give it to him, don't give it to him, and don't give it to him if it is burned to ashes."
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The author has something to say:
Lu Yuan: ...Then who do you want your wife to be?
Mu Song: It depends on your mood, whoever you want to give it to.
Lu Yuan: ...Then you should be burned to ashes.
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