Isn't it the same?

Xiang Qing raised his head and looked at his handsome face quietly, he was already a twenty-three-year-old man, and the Mo Zixuan in front of him was no longer as young as he was at the beginning.

However, it is as beautiful as a flower that year.

Even if he still has some childish atmosphere, in the end, he is no longer the man who will let Mo Xiao abandon him at will, and now he can even hurt Mo Xiao, the arrogant girl, without even looking back.

Mo Zixuan lowered his head, there was a slight flicker in his black pupils, and when he finished saying this, he actually regretted it a little in his heart.

What do you mean by that? He didn't know, and neither did she.

"I mean......" A trace of embarrassment unconsciously appeared on the fair-skinned face, Mo Zixuan thought about it, and turned to a straight face: "We are friends, that's why I said that you are different." ”

"What?" Friend?

Xiang Qing smiled bitterly, and suddenly felt that he was a little self-inflicted, it turned out that it was just because of a friend? Alas, don't you think about when you were friends with him?

"Are we friends?" The corners of her numb mouth moved, and Xiang Qing's hands were twisted together uneasily, how could she not understand herself?

Moreover, how can this man say that two people are friends so casually, if they are friends, how can he kiss himself?

What a strange friend.

Mo Zixuan looked at her hesitant and somewhat weird little face, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he was indeed not smiling, and a golden tenderness swayed between his eyebrows.

"Well, yes, we're friends!"

"Hehe......" laughed dryly, Xiang Qing lowered her head and snatched her suitcase, and walked forward with her head stuffed, she didn't look back at the good-looking man standing in the cold wind at all, but the corners of her mouth gradually opened......

Perhaps, it's good to be friends.

Being able to be with the person you like occasionally, even if there is a lot of distance, is not a problem.

What happened later, Xiang Qing almost couldn't think of it, she never thought that she would have such intimate contact with Mo Zixuan.

In the center of the square, he seemed to have changed into a fiery red down jacket, which was even more eye-catching in the crowd.

"Give!" The big white hand handed over a string of red sugar gourds, and Mo Zixuan's eyes bent into a beautiful arc, blooming with tenderness that Xiang Qing had never thought of.

"Uh...... Thank you. As a result, he took the red object, and Xiang Qing subconsciously took a bite, sweet and delicious.

In the cold wind, Xiang Qing looked at the man who was so close to him, looked at his handsome face, and suddenly felt like a dream, if there was a trace of unconsciousness at the moment, it would be good.

Time flies really fast, and in a blink of an eye, Xiang Qing has been at home for a week, and in these short seven days, in the name of friends, they seem to be familiar with a lot.

Sometimes, they just say something casually, and they sit comfortably in a small shop full of miscellaneous goods, picking out what to buy.

will go hand in hand in the noisy crowd, and in the icy and snowy weather, silently return to the old mansion that Mo Zixuan misses.

Even if they can't get in.

Later, on the eighth day, Ren is Xiang Qing waited for the sun to set at the gate of her alma mater, and she never saw the fiery figure again.

She anxiously found the phone booth, and somehow called the ghost, she didn't have Mo Zixuan's phone, only the contact information of the man who was once related to Xiaoxiao, Cheng Jiaming.

"May I ask ......" The phone was connected, and it was obvious that Xiang Qing heard a different noise, as if the music was loud and scary.

"Who?" He seemed to be drunk, and even his voice was a little hoarse.

"I'm Xiang Qing, excuse me, Mo Zixuan...... I can't find him. Xiang Qing's voice was very anxious, she couldn't tell what kind of mood it was, and her tears were a little noisy.

"Zixuan?" The man on the other side was surprised, turned his head to look at the handsome man who was already drunk on the cowhide sofa, and sighed helplessly, "He's here." ”

"What did you say?" Could it be that he has already gone back?

"Don't you know? Today is Zixuan's birthday, and we had a grand party at his house. After hesitating for a moment, Cheng Jiaming was afraid that Xiang Qing didn't understand, so he added a more superfluous sentence, "There are many business celebrities outside." ”

"Yes...... Is it? Her voice trembled a little, and for some reason, Xiang Qing's chest was a little stuffy, she didn't say anything, she almost hung up the phone in panic.

It turns out that a few years is his birthday? It turns out that he has returned to that palatial mansion? It turns out that they are friends?

Looking at the warm baby in his hand, which had begun to become cold, Xiang Qing stuffed the money in despair, and burst into tears in the surprised eyes of his aunt.

The sunset was like blood, and the misty eyes looked into the distance, looking in the direction where Kyoto was located, Xiang Qing opened his mouth slightly, and whispered in a voice that was almost inaudible: "Hey, my friend, happy birthday!"

Throwing the warm baby in her hand into the garbage bin on the side of the road, she stubbornly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and silently returned to her home in the cold wind.

She knew that her grandmother was waiting for her.

Inexplicably, in her grandmother's arms, Xiang Qing cried, and she didn't know what was wrong, and she burst into tears when she watched TV.

Grandma looked at her, her eyes were loving, and she scolded with a smile: "Silly child, it's all acting, why are you still crying......"

Yes, TV series are all acted, and the plot is fictional, but why does she want to cry so much? So, in the past few days, is the relationship between himself and Mo Zixuan also fake?

When I go back to school, can't I be so close to him?

Everything seems to be clear after the school starts.

On the other side, there is almost a crowded luxury living room, where anyone comes must be in a suit and leather shoes, a dress, and between the staggered discussions, the discussion is just something that ordinary people can't touch.

The old Mo Qingfu looked at the glamorous scene downstairs where almost everyone was shining, and there was a faint light in his old eyes, his grandson's birthday should be like this, and it was glorious.

His son and daughter-in-law are not here, he thinks that Mo Zixuan has been cultivated by himself to be an excellent heir, there is no doubt that even if he doesn't do anything, with his excellent grandson's ability, he will become a dragon sooner or later.

However, now, he has accelerated the speed of his fate, and his grandson Mo Qingfu naturally can't be made up by others.

"Where's Ah Xuan?" Knocking on the mahogany cane in his hand, the old man with gray temples looked at the butler and asked slowly, his voice could not hide the majesty.

"In the side hall, the young master's friends are here......"

"Really? Well, it's good for him to come back! "They are all children of official eunuchs, and they are all famous families, so it is naturally good to have more contact.

It is said that among the heirs of the older generation, his grandson Mo Zixuan is really a person who is not me.

In the side hall, those famous people were talking nonsense, and the men were following the handsome men who were already a little drunk to hook their shoulders and talk about the gossip between the brothers.

And the girls who grew up together since childhood stared at the few attractive men in front of them, and they were curious, how did the stinky boy who ran around in open crotch pants since childhood become a personable man?

Among them, Mo Zixuan is the only man who has not known them since childhood, but he is also a man who is more likely to make them excited.

The four major families in Kyoto each have their own power divisions, and these people who have been raised noble since childhood seem to have a sense of arrogance in their bones.

And Mo Zixuan is different, his handsome face that has brought disaster to the country and the people is amazing, but it also exudes a temperament that makes people consciously admire.

At this moment, his white shirt was a little messy, and his noble neck was exposed between the loose neckline, which made people feel a little drooling.

It's really beautiful!

He seemed to be a little drunk, lazily leaning on the gray cowhide sofa, his eyes narrowing slightly, quietly listening to Song Cheng muttering something in his ear.

Occasionally, his thin crimson lips would smile without a trace, because it was a little hot, and from time to time he used his slender hand to flick his black forehead, revealing his fair and full forehead.

"What, sure?" Song Cheng looked at the slightly drunk handsome man, staring at his exposed white neck, and felt a little resentful in his heart.

Why, Mo Zixuan is so good-looking?

"What?" The consciousness was not so clear, Mo Zixuan only felt a little dizzy at this moment, curled his thin lips, and said in a low voice.

"I say, are you sure of your heart?" Before leaving, the two made a bet, he said that Mo Zixuan would find out sooner or later that Xiang Qing was different for him.

"Huh?" Mo Zixuan seemed to be stunned for a moment after hearing his words, and a somewhat incomprehensible emotion appeared on his handsome face.

Are you sure? He didn't know, but it just seemed that in the depths of his heart, something unknown was trembling deeply.

Even if it was not out of love between men and women, it was an emotion that shook the whole body, a sense of sympathy and sympathy, and the terrible haunting lingered around him for a long time.

"Ah Xuan, I'm asking you."

"I'm tired......" pulled over the gray plush blanket on the side, Mo Zixuan lay down lightly, ignoring the hot eyes of those girls, and fell asleep deeply.

Instead of waking up in pain and entanglement, it is better to gradually be presumptuous in dreams.

Xiang Qing, what should I do to you?

The quiet and silent girl seemed to have such a terrifying magic, and her every move always made Mo Zixuan have an illusion.

That is, she seems to be his shadow, no, it should be said, outside the shiny surface, his inside is actually like Xiang Qing, full of terrible and sad memories.

Compared with Xiang Qing, he is indeed a coward, shrunk in a golden shell, he chose to escape, but the weak girl endured everything ruthlessly with a thin back, without a trace.

That pitiful stupid Xiang Qing must be waiting for himself stubbornly at the cold and windy school gate.

But what could he do?