The bedroom was a mess, and everything that could be dropped was broken.

Mo Chen leaned against the door, lit a cigarette and put it between his lips, and the irritability in his heart did not subside because of the drop of things, but intensified.

There was an eerie sense of decadence on his handsome features, and the whole person seemed to have come out of hell.

……

Qiao Ruoxin stood outside the door and was silent for a moment, then she went back to her room and got her guitar out.

She sat on the carpet with her guitar in her arms, her back against the door, and glanced faintly at the rain outside the window.

She lowered her eyes, her slender fingers played the strings, and the prelude sounded slowly......

It's Jay Chou's "Sunny Day".

A smile rose at the corner of Qiao Ruoxin's mouth, and a clean and sweet voice sounded: "The little yellow flower of the story has been floating since the year it was born, and the swing of childhood has been shaking with the memory until now......"

Mixed with the sound of rain outside, everything was so comfortable.

……

Behind the door.

Mo Chen smoked cigarette after cigarette, and the moment he heard the sound of the guitar, the rotten wounds on his heart were slowly tightening.

Until I heard the voice of the little ghost, gentle, sweet, clean, and with a hint of delicateness.

The mess in the bedroom, like a barren place, gradually came back to life after hearing her voice.

The irritability that kept boiling in Mo Chen's body slowly calmed down.

The smoke filled the air, blurring his cold-blooded and handsome features.

The two of them are separated by a door, but their thoughts are flying.

The sound of rain outside the window was fresh and pleasant, and Qiao Ruoxin finished playing the last syllable, and the whole world seemed to fall into silence.

Only the sound of rain continues.

Through the door, he heard Qiao Ruoxin say, "Brother Mo Chen, go to sleep, good night." ”

He replied lightly: "Well......"

……

Jo Ruoxin leaned against the door, holding his guitar.

His eyes fell on his left wrist, looking at the thin scar, he couldn't see clearly if he didn't look carefully.

She closed her eyes, and the image of her in the bathroom, writing the name 'Mo Chen' on the wall with blood.

Bloody, hopeless and helpless......

Tears slowly fell from her cheeks and fell onto the guitar strings.

The next day, early in the morning.

At seven o'clock, Qiao Ruoxin got up, and after washing up, he changed his clothes.

She stood outside Mo Chen's bedroom door, waiting for him to come out.

After waiting for half an hour, the bedroom door finally opened, and the tall figure of the man appeared in front of her, well-dressed.

Qiao Ruoxin glanced behind him, and the bedroom was in a mess and miserable.

It seems that this man has been sleepless all night, so he looks angry at the moment.

Mo Chen frowned, closed the bedroom door, and said in a deep voice, "Waiting for me?" ”

She smiled slightly: "Yes, what do you want to eat?" I'll make breakfast for you. ”

The man stared at her solemnly for a moment and said, "It's okay." ”

Qiao Ruoxin looked at his handsome face, with a band-aid on his forehead, and said, "I'll help you take off the band-aid later, it'll be boring if you stick it for too long." ”

"Hmm."

"Brother Mo Chen, don't take those medicines anymore, okay?" She always felt that those drugs made Mo Chen more and more irritable.

Mo Chen's brows were tightened, his face was cold, and his tone was bad: "If I don't take medicine, I will lose control." ”

"No, trust me, okay?"

“……”

He seems to have developed a dependence on those medicines, and the more irritable he is, the more he wants to take them, and the more he takes them, the more irritable he becomes, and so on.

"Don't regret it, I can't control myself at all, maybe even women can fight." His voice was quiet and cold.

Qiao Ruoxin suddenly smiled: "I know you won't." ”