The night was not very good tonight, the clouds in the sky always blocked the moonlight, and the light on the ground was mostly yellow and white, but the silver moonlight was rare. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The light, the unnatural but warm glow.

Mu Zhaoling didn't like it very much, he preferred the cold moonlight in comparison, maybe because he was a god, he preferred natural things. However, the moonlight is very bad tonight, and it is still a little stuffy.

Wearing a mask and a hat, he sat alone in a dark corner on the hill, watching Liu Rui pluck the strings and sing under the street lamp. In the past few days, the audience has become familiar with this wandering singer from a foreign land, and has lost its freshness, coupled with the nature of the wandering singer, Liu Rui's income has begun to decrease.

Wandering singers, only wandering can live.

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There were fewer people tonight, so before it was one o'clock, Liu Rui ended tonight's singing. Holding an old guitar in one hand and a guitar case in the other, he raised his head and said to the black shadow on the hill, "Zhaoling, let's go, let's go and divide the spoils!"

Xiao Zhaoling is from the town, if an acquaintance sees him running out so late, and staying with an unknown person, his family will definitely be very angry, right?

Thinking of this, Liu Rui's eyes darkened.

Mu Zhaoling was very flexible, and jumped from the hill to the ground in three or two clicks, and his two big eyes seemed to flash, "Na, uncle, there are so few people tonight." ”

Liu Rui smiled, "That's because the weather is bad tonight, and there will be more people tomorrow." ”

said so, but Liu Rui knew in his heart that the longer the wandering singer stays in one place, the less income he earns, how can he stagnate.

Without thinking about these troublesome things, Liu Rui took Mu Zhaoling to a street lamp where no one was there and began to 'share the spoils'.

Tonight's income is not much, about six or seven hundred, and this is mainly because he sings well. There were no big bills in it, Liu Rui picked up a stack of banknotes of more than ten yuan and handed them to Mu Zhaoling, "Oh, Xiao Zhaoling, this is today's dividend." ”

This stack has four or five hundred.

Mu Zhaoling pushed with both hands, his voice was immature, and he always felt like he was pretending to be an adult, "Don't, give it all to uncle." Singing is so hard, Xiao Zhaoling is a sensible child, you can't ask for it. ”

It's a shame that he can endure the disgust and say such disgusting words......

Although Mu Zhaoling is not bad at obsession now, but for this task, he has paid so much, and even broke the lower limit of discipline for a time, if he gives up, he is really unwilling, this is a magic barrier!

And Liu Rui, he can only repay Mu Zhaoling with money now, which will make him feel better.

If there was no Mu Zhaoling, Liu Rui would not be allowed to be in that bridge or park now. Mu Zhaoling seems to be a little angel sent by God to redeem him, when he is at his most down, when he is rejected by the world, he is the only one, smiling, stretching out his hand to the dirty him.

He gave up hope, but hope took the initiative to seize him, and he got hope.

But now, he has seized on the glimmer of hope, greed. Such a he, even if he is exhausted in this life, he will not be able to repay it.

Liu Rui had mixed feelings in his heart, bitter and vague, he smiled and said, "It's okay, I sing every day, it's not bad." ”

Hearty and sunny, this is what he wants Mu Zhaoling to see, what he looks like now.

However, he was facing an ancestor-level old fox, his current entanglement, the old fox looked at it all, and the old fox also showed a smirk that was more sunny than him, "Uncle, you are so good!"

Then, the old fox accepted the stack of money with peace of mind.

"Na, does my uncle want to be a star?"

That is Liu Rui's dream, the so-called dream, is often a touch of the shattered thing, it looks very beautiful, but if you plan to pursue it, as long as you touch it lightly, it will be the sound of a broken dream.

People who chase their dreams are scarred, and those who realize their dreams naturally have a scar.

"I don't want to. "The suffering in that circle, Liu Rui doesn't want to tell Xiao Zhaoling. Destroying a child's dreams is a great sin.

"Eh, why?" Mu Zhaoling was like a curious baby, constantly asking.

The two of them were lying on a slope at this time, and at the end of their eyes were the dark clouds and the dim moonlight that missed through the gaps in the clouds.

Liu Rui was silent for a while and said, "Because when a star lights up, a star will be dim." And it depends on the sky. ”

How can an eight-year-old child understand it like this!? The competition pressure in the circle is high, and you have to look at other people's faces, connections, funds, interest chains, and so on, these don't seem to be things that children should know, right?

"I don't understand. Mu Zhaoling said that he looked like a child and had to do something that a child would do, he was coquettish, "I want my uncle to be a star!"

Liu Rui was a little helpless, he was really a child, so he coaxed, "Why does your uncle have to be a star?"

Of course, it's to complete the task~

Mu Zhaoling's expression looked innocent, "Then you can listen to your uncle sing at home every day." ”

This child's wish was very innocent and innocent, which made Liu Rui silent for a while. He opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse, but he didn't know what to say or what to say. He didn't want to lie to Xiao Zhaoling.

Mixed feelings.

Seeing that the effect he needed had been achieved, Mu Zhaoling excused himself to leave, and he yawned deeply, "Uncle, I'm going back to sleep." ”

"Hmm. Liu Rui tried not to show his emaciation.

"Uncle, goodbye!" Mu Zhaoling waved goodbye.

"Goodbye......" Liu Rui's voice was very small, and Mu Zhaoling had already run away at this time.

Liu Rui was paralyzed on the slope, even his heartbeat felt laborious, his eyes looked at the dark sky blankly, his face was expressionless, motionless, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

But he didn't seem to know it.

.........

Liu Rui is really a poor person. Walking on the riverbank, Mu Zhaoling suddenly apologized to Liu Rui. To tell the truth, although he is an immortal, he really doesn't know what Liu Rui's future will look like, and he is not clear whether celebrities and wandering singers are suitable for Liu Rui.

However, one thing is for sure. Liu Rui coveted the light of hope he gave him.

This is wrong. Hope should be used in the right place, not to keep it alive. Hope is to be used, not kept. No matter how beautiful hope is, if you don't use it, it will eventually disappear.

So, Liu Rui, you must get out of here! Use the hope given by Mu Zhaoling to find your own way!

"It seems a little too heavy to think about it, obviously I just lied to him for the sake of obsession, it was a lie from beginning to end, and even the so-called hope was a lie made by me. ”

If it weren't for the mission, Mu Zhaoling wouldn't have paid attention to him, and if it wasn't for the mission, Mu Zhaoling wouldn't have helped him. Therefore, if Liu Rui's previous world was dead, then his current world is fake.

Thinking about it like this, even Mu Zhaoling felt a little sad, "But... As long as it's not discovered, it might be true in the future......"

Even the gods don't know what will happen in the future.

The voice was soft, and the night wind, along with the moonlight, was dim and incomprehensible.