The moon stars are scarce.

In the dim light, the man stood in the living room half-leaning on the edge of the table, facing the floor-to-ceiling window.

His figure was tall and thin, and his pajamas did not contain his arbitrary dignity, and he was swaying his red wine glass and looking at the landscape lights in the courtyard.

Lowering his eyes and taking a sip of wine, Meng Zixiao felt the heat in his heart, raised his hand, pulled his tie and threw it into the trash can on the table.

Drinking the wine in the glass, Mencius slowly put down the wine glass, took out a strawberry candy from the storage box, elegantly tore the candy paper and put it in the red wine, listening carefully to the sound of the sugar ball hitting the wall of the cup.

He enjoyed the silence of the night.

Also accustomed to being alone with the darkness.

Everyone said that he was a gentle and elegant male god, and regarded him as a white moonlight in his heart. But in his heart, he always felt that there were two selves living in his body.

One is gentle and considerate, and the other is as cold as frost.

As a child, he loved to run around the yard in front of the villa, taking out his drawing book and colorful colored pens to sketch the greenery in the garden.

However, the quarrels of his parents day and night gradually filled his childhood.

He became introverted, and he could no longer see the tiny figure in the garden.

Later, his parents divorced and fought over the family property, and he lived separately, and he locked his drawing book and brushes in the drawer at the bottom of his desk......

He became a wild child without parental discipline in the mouth of his classmates, and there were only him and the housekeeper in the empty villa every day. Every child in the aristocratic school is pampered, and it seems that overnight he suddenly became a joke in everyone's mouth.

Neat desks were littered, clean school uniforms were scribbled, and even carefully completed homework books were torn up by students.

Since then, he has completely sealed up his original self, hating all bright colors and his near-extreme cleanliness.

However, he loves to host and create.

There, his deepest imprisoned soul can be set free......

After more than ten years of unchanged life, a beam of light suddenly broke in, tearing a crack into his dark and dull life.

The screen of the mobile phone suddenly lit up, the wine glass in his hand was slightly tilted, and it suddenly slipped from his hand, and the sound of glass shards splashing made Meng Zixiao retract his thoughts.

It turned out to be a reminder message sent by the system.

"Anchor Asu, it's already ten o'clock in the evening, so don't you go live soon!"

Deleting the information casually, Meng Zixiao took a goblet from the wine shelf, poured a small half glass of red wine, and drank it with a heavy face.

"Butler, help me dispose of the glass on the floor. ”

Seeing the figure of the butler, he pointed to the glass shards on the ground and said lightly, turned around and walked to the study on the second floor and locked the door.

After debugging the audio and other equipment, he skillfully clicked on the live radio broadcast, the corners of his mouth slightly tilted upwards and laughed at himself, how good it would be if he could really solve his worries.

Ding——!

The online prompt sounded at ten o'clock on time, Xia Xiaoyu took off the applied mask and ran directly from the dresser back to the bed, with a few drops of undried water on her face in one go.

After waiting all night, Asu Da is finally online!

"Asu, Asu, I'm coming!"

The girl's barrage was displayed in the middle of the page, and the corners of Mencius Xiao's mouth, who was auditioning, relaxed.

"Meng Meng, there is a good show to watch, come quickly. 」

Seeing WeChat, Meng Zixiao did not hesitate at all, simply turned off the live broadcast, turned around and went back to the bedroom to change into a set of black clothes.

When passing by the living room, he casually glanced at the trash can on the side of the table, and after a moment's pause, he slowly walked over, bent down, picked up the somewhat wrinkled tie inside, wrapped it in a clean handkerchief, and put it on the table......

There was a sudden silence in his ears, and Xia Xiaoyu, who was already ready to listen to the radio and brew sleep, suddenly widened his eyes, what is the situation?

What about Asu-sama?

Why did it suddenly go off the air?

This night, half-asleep and half-awake, Xia Xiaoyu still had insomnia without exception.