The atmosphere in the room was so quiet that it was almost impossible to breathe, and the man standing at the desk raised his eyes quickly, and his flickering eyes were full of caution.

In the dark room, except for Song Minghao, who was always sitting in the shadows, only the servant who rubbed his hands back and forth was left.

The door of the room was lifted by the passing wind and slammed shut.

"Lock the door for me, I don't want to hear any noise. “

The man sitting at the back of the shadows yelled indifferently.

"Yes"

"And you don't need to serve here, you let me out. Wait for me to call you before you come in. “

Song Minghao silently stared at the snow-white wall in front of him, where the shadows of the shaking trees were reflected.

His jaw gradually tightened, and he stared at the mobile phone in his hand, cursing through gritted teeth.

"It's been five years, five whole years, and you're really getting started. Zheng Muxuan, you really have a bar. I was caught off guard and turned my corner. “

"Hahaha, hahahaha. “

After the scalp-numbing laughter, Song Minghao's face, which was gradually distorted by laughter and rage, gradually became unable to laugh. He pursed his pale lips tightly, "Huh." An emotionless sneer jumped out of the arc of his taut mouth.

The dazzling white light outside the window pierced the dark night sky, just at the moment when the thunder cracked. The mad darkness seemed to be a greedy devil who completely swallowed the world in Song Minghao's eyes.

Time in the room was like being imprisoned in a cage by darkness, and Song Minghao picked up the photo again from the table.

He stared blankly at the photo, his eyes full of gloom under the mottled branches.

Under the bright and dazzling fluorescence, Zheng Muxuan gently held Qiyue's hand, Qiyue's face was filled with a bright and sweet smile, and she snuggled her head on Mu Xuan's shoulder. In the next snapshot, Mu Xuan came back to his senses and looked back at July with a doting face, and in another photo, these two people stared at each other. July's eyes lingered, and Mu Xuan seemed to be only separated by a fragrant kiss from her.

"Get in. “

Another thunderbolt pierced the sky, and the sadness in Song Minghao's voice seemed to be able to compete with the thunder outside the window. He stood up abruptly, his round eyes staring blankly in the direction of the door. The breath between his lips fluctuated, as if his whole body had been exhausted in that shout, and the blood in his whole body was boiling, but his physical strength was completely drained.

The temperature in Song Minghao's eyes suddenly froze to zero, he stood behind the table with a displeased face, he raised his fingers and printed the corners of his forehead fiercely, and the moment he lowered his hand again, he buried his displeasure deep in the depths of his eyes.

"Didn't I arrange for you to report to me whenever you had a problem? And we don't know anything about it. How do you do this?"

Song Minghao shouted.

"Speak. “

"Answer me. ”

"And how could Xia Qiyue be in the same school as Zheng Muxuan, even if they were classmates, they couldn't be in the same orchestra. You and those people, how do you do things for me. Does everyone have a donkey's brain around their neck?"

Song Minghao's eyes were cold, and he tightened the servant who was so frightened that his brain was in chaos.

"Smack!"

The glass slammed against the table, and the servant took a few steps back alertly.

"I don't know where things have got, hehe, okay, forget about Gu Beichen's guy. Cui Xueli and Zhou Huixi can't play their due role. Is it a lack of ability or is it deliberately against me?"

"Young Master. The servant nervously gripped his hands behind his back.

The sound of a glass bursting echoed repeatedly in the empty and spacious hallway.

"What do you think of Young Master Gu Minghao, how can you make him hurt. Young Master Song, are you alright/"

Mr. Song pushed open the door with all his might, pointing at the servant standing at the door and shouting.

"Alright, save it. Why I was hurt is not a good thing you did twenty years ago. ”

Beads of blood faintly poured out from Song Minghao's fingers.

Mr. Song was secretly shocked, "What are you talking about, is your injury related to Xiao Xuan?" ”

"Haha, it has something to do with Xiao Xuan, the word Xiao Xuan popped out of his father's mouth and it sounded really good. Ming Hao's heart sank fiercely, and he stared at Mr. Song viciously and shouted angrily. "His nickname is really catchy, how do you know that he is called Xiao Xuan now, back then, how did you call him when you forced him away, you called him Zheng Muxuan, right? Father, don't forget that your surname is Song and his surname is Zheng. ”

"Speak well, and discuss everything. Mr. Song said anxiously. "Hurry up and take the young master to deal with the wound first. ”

Song Minghao's slender and white neck was covered with sticky sweat, he smiled arrogantly, the cold sweat on his forehead trickled into his eyelids, Song Minghao's dark purple and magnificent eyes seemed to sense the astringency, he pursed his lips again, and replied to his father with an unusually indifferent look.

"Me, Mom, you, Zheng Muxuan. The four of us, no matter what kind of separation there will be in the future. All of this is thanks to you. ”

Song Minghao took a deep breath, and then smiled coldly. "But don't worry, as long as he Zheng Muxuan provokes, even if it's just a piece of clothing, I will stand on the opposite side of him. As long as I can extinguish his prestige, even if I am a backer, I am willing. ”

Tears continued to welled up in Song Minghao's eyes, and he raised his head high to face the ceiling, "Ahem." After a violent cough, he bowed slightly in his father's direction.

"Minghao you. ”

"While I still recognize you as a father, get out of here, get out of here. ”

Song Minghao closed his eyes and faced his father with a rebellious attitude. His figure is as cold as snow, and around him is another world that no one can reach.

"Okay, then you rest early, and you can carefully bandage the young master's wounds later. ”

The door was slammed shut after Mr. Song took two steps.

"You go out too, I want to be alone. ”

Song Minghao's heart was like someone knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and he was suddenly sour and unbearable. He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and commanded with an expressionless face.

Outside the window, the wind and rain were still raging.

"When night comes, no one can keep the day in his corner. You know, the abyss is everyone's abyss. ”

The blood on the fingertips of "tick-tock" was still pouring out endlessly, until the sky in Song Minghao's eyes was hazy. He stood by the window in a daze.

In the blink of an hour, torrential rain poured down. Song Minghao's eyebrows furrowed, his already snow-like facial muscles became more and more pale, and the sweat that slowly trickled down from the corners of his forehead slowly piled up on both sides of his stiff nose.

He still stood still, unmoved, as silent as the Greek god of death. In the white smoke and rain, his figure became thinner and thinner, thin like a transparent person.

There was another loud bang, and even the earth trembled, and the complicated raindrops hit the bright floor-to-ceiling windows in a disorderly manner.

"The bond between me and Zheng Muxuan stems from the struggle of fate. ”

Before the last touch of moonlight was withdrawn, Song Minghao tugged at the corners of his lips and smiled desperately.