As long as Han Muyou has time from Monday to Friday night, she has to go to tutor a sixth-grade elementary school student in Chinese composition, she was born in liberal arts, and there are no other advantages, the only estimate that can be used is only the accumulation of romance novels, and the article is well written.

Today's children, who have no mind to read, naturally need to fill this gap. And that little kid also likes Han Muyou, not as empty and boring as other teachers.

On Saturday and weekend evenings, I also have to work part-time in the dance studio. She didn't learn anything else when she was the eldest lady, but she learned this very much, probably because her parents forced her to learn dance in order to cultivate her self-cultivation.

She was the main force in high school, and now she doesn't have that. You can not only work part-time, but also consolidate your dancing skills. So she's happy about it.

On Friday night, it was nine o'clock in the evening when I came out of the tutor. In order to keep in shape, she has been abstaining from dinner for a long time, and if she is hungry, the most she can eat is some fruit, and she dare not eat anything else. However, I didn't have time for noon today, but now I'm hungry and cooing.

I knew that I didn't insist on skipping meals in the afternoon, and I could knock on Song Yiyu.

She walked alone in the sparsely populated alleys, her shadow stretched long, like a ghost with teeth and claws, ready to confuse passers-by at any time.

In the past, Han Muyou didn't feel afraid, maybe he had seen real ghosts, and he didn't feel anything about these hidden non-existent things that were unwilling to reveal their true faces. She's not that young lady anymore, so there's nothing to lose.

"Han Muyou!" Someone stopped her from behind. In the dark of the night, the dim light has a bewitching taste, as if lighting the way to hell. The lights hit the intersection at the location, and the ghosts of the alley could not reach. She seemed to be standing on the dividing line between darkness and light, turning her head to look at the people in the night.

I couldn't help but sneer. There is a way that the ghost does not go away.

"Didn't you make it clear in the afternoon?" Han Muyou said angrily, turning around to leave.

"Stop! Song Zhi, he still likes you. What kind of means did you use to make him so obsessed! Lu Huanong roared angrily. She really likes Song Zhi.

Song Zhi likes the royal sister with thick eyebrows and big eyes, she paints herself as a ghost, he likes his girlfriend, he is not clingy and likes freedom, she doesn't dare to bother for a minute, she will do whatever he says.

But in the end, Song Zhi was still not satisfied. If it weren't for yesterday's incident, she really didn't know why Song Zhi chose her at that time.

But it turned out that it was just because her eyebrows and eyes were a little like Han Muyou's past. She finally saw the girl who was fooling around with Song Zhi these days yesterday, and that girl was what he called clear soup and little water, and she didn't use powder.

She looks more like Han Muyou. Originally, she was just guessing, but later she saw other girls who were rumored to have a relationship with Song Zhi, all of whom had the shadow of Han Muyou.

At that moment, she felt ridiculous. What's the use of arguing, suddenly rushed to the pathetic for those girls, thinking that they were Song Zhi's favorite, but it turned out to be just a substitute. It's just a substitute, how can you compete for a position with the main palace. Han Muyou has always been in his heart, even if he never said it. So, she hates it even more.

It didn't matter how the two of them tore her apart, but why should they involve her, and when they were done with it, after they were disgusted, and after they had lost their passion, they just threw her aside like garbage, ignored it, and let it become moldy and rotten.

She knew from classmate Han Muyou that she was working part-time here, so she looked for it.

Han Muyou stood outside the light, facing Lu Huanong in the dark, and her backlight made people feel unreal. She said sharply: "Lu Huanong, you should ask yourself about this matter." What is wrong with you, you can't keep a Song Zhi. ”

Han Muyou's cold tone was like an outsider. "Do you dare to say that you have no desires? Do you dare to say that you and Song Zhi are not together for profit? Do you dare to say that you don't want anything other than likes? Okay, Lu Huanong, you know what you think in your heart. Don't you think it's sad that I, a passerby, have to point it out? If it's for money, you get it, if it's for face, if it's for power and status, then you should try to make him like it. Why are you coming to me now? I had nothing to do with him eight hundred years ago, so what good would it do you if you had to pull me and him together? Take 10,000 steps back, if you kill me and destroy me, Song Zhi will be yours? There is one less Han Muyou, and there are thousands of Han Muyou behind him. You say he likes me, but I don't know what kind of liking can push a person into the abyss. I don't dare to like this Han Muyou, if I can't get up in the abyss one day, I can't bury myself here. I'm sorry, but I still have a family to feed and don't want to die right now. ”

Han Muyou said so rationally, not at all like the low-spirited girl at that time. Now that she has her own wings and a strong reason, Song Zhi seems to be like a wisdom tooth, it hurts, it is extracted to reduce inflammation, and it doesn't take long to heal, and there will be no more effects.

"Lu Huanong, it's you who can't get out. You know there are a lot of girls around him, but you put up with it. I understand how you feel, just like I was at the time. Thinking, it doesn't matter if it's even one of them. However, Lu Huanong, you ask yourself, do you really care? When you really don't care, you don't love him anymore. The reason why you came to me is that it must be true that you like him. But even if you kill me, it won't do anything. It's just that there's one less ex-girlfriend. I'll go first, you can do it yourself, put away your dagger, it will make you look even more humble. With that, Han Muyou turned around and walked towards the brightly lit street.

She saw the knife behind Lu Huanong, and said that it was fake not to be afraid, but she felt that she had a clear conscience. She is not a beauty who captivates the country and the city, and this face is not valuable.

As soon as she crossed the street, she was pulled into her arms by a man.

"Mu Mu, you scared me to death." Song Yiyu was steaming hot, which showed that he had been running for a long time.

"Why are you here?" Han Muyou asked strangely.

"Your roommate said you didn't go back, so I'll look for you. I searched for a long time but couldn't find it. I don't know if you walk down the alley. Mumu, it's not safe there, don't risk yourself. Song Yiyu's eyes were as deep as a wolf, and he glanced at the road that had been annihilated in the darkness.

It is a black-and-white path where redemption and destruction meet. Some came along, others sank.

"Don't risk your life in the future. Mumu, you are my life. Song Yiyu had a feeling of being lost and regained.

God knows how anxious he was, how scared, how frightened, and how heavy he was on the crowded street just now. There were so many people, shoulder to shoulder, and there were many figures, but none of them entered his eyes.

He wished that one of these people was the one he had in mind, but there was no one. Such a bustling and crowded street, full of traffic, neon flashing, but in his eyes it was barren, except for Han Muyou in his arms at this time, he felt that this world was not miserable, there was no desertion.