Eternal Burning

He glanced at me, sat up on his knees, took my hand, leaned down, and gently placed his forehead on the back of my hand, like a devout believer.

Today he was wearing slightly formal work clothes, a white shirt and trousers, and a long gray woolen coat. At this moment, the coat has been thrown aside, the tie is also hanging loosely on the chest, the top two buttons of the shirt collar are torn open, and the hair that has been fixed by hair wax for a day is still messy and falling down to block the eyebrows. He was clearly dressed in sloppy clothes, and putting him in a sloppy manner gave off a somewhat uninhibited taste.

very tired. He whispered, I hate being restrained, and I hate my dad.

Then don't go. I rubbed his head with my other hand, completely messing up his otherwise neat hair.

He was silent, maintaining a posture without moving, and no longer speaking.

At first I thought he was thinking about it, but after a few seconds I realized that my words might be embarrassing him. He hates restraint and Shang Lu is not fake, but he loves Shang Yunrou, that is his only gem, and he is willing to do anything for her that makes him tired and tired.

How can you not be tired of living... Shang Muxiao sighed softly, let go of my hand, and lay down on my lap.

I touched his hair and thought of the egg for no reason, and asked: When will you return the egg to me?

Yu Xixi finished the house two days ago. Yesterday, he also took pictures of the dog kennel and dog food that he bought for the puppy. Although they didn't urge them, it was not good to keep dragging them along.

Wait for the winter break.

Isn't it already able to run and jump? Why take a winter vacation?

Shang Muxiao was silent.

...you don't want to pay it back?

No! He didn't even want to deny it, how could it be.

I pinched his earlobe and said with a smile: Okay, then I'll go talk to Xixi and send it to her after the winter vacation.

This year's New Year came very early, and in a few days it will be New Year's Eve.

There is no New Year atmosphere in the city, and I don’t have any sense of New Year ritual. In previous years, I had a reunion dinner with my parents and aunt’s family. This year… Since the last meal, I have not been in contact with my parents, nor I know if they want me to go back for the New Year this time.

The day before New Year's Eve, a huge dispute broke out between Shang Muxiao and Shang Lu, so big...he could only come to me to seek vent.

As soon as he entered the door, he picked me up from the wheelchair and went all the way to the bed. I couldn't figure out how to get up. He held me down and kissed me slightly.

My body gradually became hot, but the indoor lighting made me unable to immerse myself in it. I struggled when I felt him taking my pants off.

He frowned and straightened, copied his hair, looking very irritable: Got it, turn off the lights, turn off the lights, okay? As the voice fell, the lights dimmed.

Due to my first experience, I was a little scared, but fortunately, although Shang Muxiao looked terrifying, he was very careful when he did it, and he never tossed me again and again.

After venting heartily, I saw that he was much calmer, and I asked him what was going on.

Without saying a word, he went to the kitchen to get a cold beer, and soon returned to the classroom, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

There is a literary film director, a former friend of my parents, who wants to make a movie about my mother's life. He snapped open the beer can in the dark room, and the moonlight outside and a little light came in, making him look like a painting in the smoke.

It was nothing, just shot it. But the director couldn't find a satisfactory male lead, so he went to my dad and asked me to play the role. After all, no matter my age or appearance, I look a lot like my dad when he was young. My dad...agrees. His hand trembled slightly while he was holding the jar, and every word he uttered seemed to cut his vocal cords, making him miserable, and he wanted me to play him when he was young, and made me face them over and over again. It's disgusting. Let me praise that hypocritical woman who is only cruel to me, without even asking my wishes!

Unappreciated and unloved before, now lent like a tool. No one will be happy.

I took his trembling hand, removed the beer can, put it aside on the headboard, then wrapped my arms around his body and stroked his back gently.

Well, we don't act, and no one persuades us to act. No one can force you to do something you don't like to do, and no one can.

Different from my gentle movements, Shang Muxiao tightened his arms little by little, like a giant python that was about to strangle its prey.

Chapter 36 You are really going to die

When he woke up in the morning, Shang Muxiao was no longer by his side. After washing up, he went to the living room and found that he was neatly dressed, holding a cup of delivery coffee from a fast food restaurant in his hand, and was bending over to look at the Celestron's eyepieces.

I'm used to his casual and casual appearance on weekdays, but I'm a little unaccustomed to seeing him doing business like this at first glance.

When he saw that I was awake, he pointed to the restaurant and said, Breakfast is on the table.

I nodded and went to the dining table, not forgetting to tell him before I left: I told you not to mess around. \u0026rdqu

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