The opponent has a face similar to Shang Mu, wearing a gray -blue shirt, a dark gray vest outside, and a suit jacket with the same color. The corners of the eyes are engraved with thin marks, the eyebrows are obvious, and they look mature and majestic.

It's Shanglu.

Living, real Shanglu.

Earlier, Shang Muyi was taken home inexplicably, patronizing shock and panic, and had no mood to think about anything else. There was nothing to do with seeing Shanglu. Now Shang Lu is in front of him, even if you know that this former idol may not be to see me, but out of the condition reflex of a fans, I still unconsciously hold my breath and my heartbeat accelerates.

The stars are not the same as ordinary people. He is also fifty -fifty people, but it looks like he is at most forty. He doesn't even have a white hair. It is really natural.

"... you are?" Shang Lu stared at me blankly, maybe because of being shocked, one leg was still bent on the edge of the bed.

For the two strangers who met for the first time, some were too close.

"I ..." Lip was stunned, but he didn't say anything, he didn't know how to introduce himself at all.

Human beings have the most complex language system in the world. The same vocabulary can become another meaning. However, it is regrettable that the art of speaking is not all of them. For emergencies, not everyone can tongue like a spring and deal with it freely.

"Teacher, outside ..."

And just when I was distressed to show Shang Lu's identity, the door was suddenly pushed away.

Shang Muyi stepped in with a smile. Half of the words, he suddenly stopped and stood at the door.

If there is really the will of the universe, then it must be naive and stubborn. People who are favored must accept its suffocating special care and become a dramatic owner.

The three of us just took a look at the right place without any preparation.

Shang Mu's face dissipated a little bit, and his expression was visible to the naked eye.

"What are you doing?"

Shang Lu looked back at him and looked at me again.

When I looked back, my eyes were confused, as if it was just a between my eyes.

"Sorry, I confessed the wrong person." He straightened his waist and turned to Mu Mu.

The two were getting closer and closer, and Shang Muyu was tightened, the corners of their lips were straight, and they looked strictly.

Shang Lu did not stop, wiped him directly, and commanded with ice -like sound: "You, come out with me."

Shang Muyu glanced at me, quickly retracted his eyes, and took the door to go outside with Shang Lu. But I do n’t know if Shang Lu's sound insulation of the house was too confident, and he still wanted to say it to me. The two did not go far away. Just outside the door, you said in a word.

"Who is the bed on the bed?" Shang Lu's voice passed in faintly, a little suffocating, but he could still hear it clearly.

"Didn't my sister say that it was my philosophy teacher and the target of my current communication." In the words of Shang Muyi's words, he was happy with a lot of hatred.

Shang Lu was quiet and seemed to be digesting this information.

"Do you bring people back, do you think I will be angry? Do you want to resist my oppression by this method?" Shang Lu spoke again and was ridiculous, "Shang Mu, even if you associate with a dog, I won't be angry either. Your life is your own, and it has nothing to do with me. "

Although he did not directly compare me to a dog, it meant the same.

Sure enough, the role of the movie belongs to the film role, and you must not confuse the actors themselves.

"Since it has nothing to do with you, why do you always interfere with my life and force me to do what I don't like to do? Let me apply for the financial department before, and now let me make a movie. My life is me My own? "Shang Muyi sneered," I don't know myself! "

"Because those life is no longer just your life, but also my life. When our life trajectory overlaps, do you think I should give priority to your feelings? What do you use? I am given my life, what are you angry? "

"You gave it? Don't you often say that my life was exchanged for my mother's life?"

Shang Lu didn't answer, I don't know if he was speechless, or he was too lazy to pay attention, but I had no reason to think it was the latter.

After a short silence, Shang Muxiao's tone calmed down, but he only showed a strong exhaustion: "Why on earth did you want to give birth to me?"

Shang Lu was silent for a longer time this time.

"I thought she would be happy to have another child, but unexpectedly made her even more unhappy. I also regret that." His voice lowered, showing a tone that was completely different from the aggressive tone just now. It seems that just mentioning Mei Zixun is enough to make him gentle.

"So you hate me, you think I killed her."

"No." Shang Lu paused and said, "We killed her together."

I sucked in a sharp breath, and tightened the placket of my men's clothes. I was just listening, and I was shocked by the lethality of these words.

Shang Muxiao once said that although Shang Lu was not a good father, he had never abused him. He was wrong, Shang Lu did not treat him badly in terms of food and clothing, but he abused him. With words, with an indifferent attitude, it turned into a sharp blade, stabbing the most innocent child.

It is hard to imagine how Shang Muxiao endured these "violence" for years.

The outside was completely quiet, and after Shang Lu said that, even Shang Muxiao had to take it easy.

For a long time, just when I thought that after the quarrel was over, both of them had already left, Shang Muxiao slowly opened the door and walked in.

His body was intact, and there were no wounds on his face, but anyone who looked into his eyes would clearly realize that he was injured, badly injured, dying and dripping with blood.

He sat down beside the bed and did not mention the quarrel.