He was stunned for a moment, then relaxed, hugging me and sitting on the ground.

"I thought you fainted..."

I can't go upstairs by myself like this, and the only person I can ask for help right now is the Shang Muxiao in front of me.

"Go, help me push the wheelchair in the back seat of the car." I pushed him.

He frowned, turned his head and glanced at the direction of my car, and then looked back at me: "Why is it so troublesome?" After he finished speaking, he supported my knee with one arm and hugged me firmly from the ground.

I wrapped my arms around his neck subconsciously, but I didn't think this method was that convenient.

"Can you be careful in the future, what if you are outside? It's fortunate that there is me this time, do you know how dangerous it would be without me?" My carelessness.

I kept listening silently until the elevator reached the designated floor. Seeing that he had not stopped, I finally couldn't help but speak.

"I'd be home long ago without you."

Shang Muxiao stepped out of the elevator for a while, then picked it up in the next second as if nothing had happened, and said nothing wisely.

Opening the door, he carried me into the bedroom and gently placed me on the bed.

There is also a spare wheelchair at home. I was about to ask him to help me push it over, but he took off his coat and jumped right next to me, closing his eyes.

Chapter 58 You Just Lie To Yourself

Shang Muxiao threw me on the bed and fell asleep. I couldn't move, even if I went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, let alone recharge the exoskeleton.

I can't be trusted to be crazy and drunk...

I stared at the person next to me for a long time, and there were many discordant images in my heart of him taking off his pants and beating him up and crying. He felt nothing, his eyelashes slumped under his eyes, and he slept soundly.

Sighing lightly, I reached out and rubbed his head randomly, took off my coat and exoskeleton equipment resignedly, and read a book on my phone while lying on the bed.

If you had to pick a few epoch-making modern inventions, e-books would definitely be on the list—you can choose the books you want to read anytime, anywhere, wherever your phone is, where your library is.

But I still feel like it lacks some of the joy of touching a physical book. The smooth paper, the smell of ink, and the sound of flipping pages are all things that electronic devices cannot give, and come from the response of books.

Just like a beautiful piece of art, photos also seem to let you appreciate its beauty, but actually holding the real thing in your hands is another experience.

Click on Schopenhauer's "Wisdom of Life" and start reading from the introduction.

Schopenhauer swears that this is a book that teaches people how to be happy, but I bet at least half of the people who read this book will not agree with his point of view because they are stabbed in the foot.

For example, he believes that people who are keen on socializing are shallow-minded, boring and stupid people. Because people with deep thinking have too much of themselves, they will no longer ask for things from the crowd, avoid contact with others, and enjoy being alone.

I don't know how many people have been criticized by this paragraph.

For another example, he believes that beauty is very important, and it is also for men.

After reading this, I glanced at Shang Muxiao next to him, his side face was pressed against the pillow, his hair was a little messy on his forehead, and the lines on the lower half of his face were tough and smooth, which is difficult for even the best sculptors to create. masterpiece.

...Well, Schopenhauer is right, beauty does matter.

After reading the book and seeing it after eleven o'clock, I felt a little sleepy, and was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep when Shang Muxiao suddenly let out a series of painful low-pitched groans.

"Don't... Mom I was wrong... I'm sorry..."

He closed his eyes and frowned, apparently trapped in some terrifying dream and unable to wake up.

"Shang Muyi?" I pushed his shoulders to wake him up, but he was deeply fooled, but he scratched his fingers helplessly, as if the drowning person for help.

"Hush ... good, it's okay ... it's okay ..." I put his building into my arms, touching his head softly.

After a while, he calmed down, and he seemed to be sober without making a confused words. But when I was going to let him go, he was around my waist to prevent me from moving.

"Again for a while." He dumbly tightened his arms.

Looking down at the furry head on my chest, I no longer struggled, and my fingers patted his back gently, which was acquiesced by his behavior.

After a while, he calmed his mood, stuffed his mouth, starting from Shanglu, starting from Mei Zixun, and slowly speaking his childhood nightmare.

"My parents are in love at first sight ..."

Mei Zixun has a talented girl since she was a child. At the age of fourteen, she held her first solo exhibition and started her name in the art circle. Since then, it is smooth and the future is infinite.

Shang Lu was invited by friends to see Mei Zixun's art exhibition. The painting did not attract him much, but the girl who painted him occupied all his eyes. At that time, the two of them were nineteen years old, one eighteen, and the girl was one year older than the boy. They were all aged when they were in love. The two hot souls collided with each other.

At the age of twenty, Mei Zixun disregarded his parents' opposition, and resolutely gave birth to Shang Yunrou, and formed a "family" with Shang Lu.

At that time, Shang Lukong had an appearance. If there was no money, there was no name. In the actor training class, outsiders seemed to be unreasonable. But Mei Zixun didn't care, she thought it was love, and she would break with her family.

And Shang Lu's search for Mei Zi ... that may not be called "love", it is more like a belief. He was obsessed with all her, obeyed her, and had no change in the development of the entertainment industry even afterwards.

It's not enough to "love" such things like love.

Mei Zixun was obsessed with creation. Shanglu's acting career was booming. The two gathered less and more, and the circle could not overlap. They all knew the problem and tried to solve it, so they asked the second child, the Shang Mu.

Mei Zixun responded strongly in the early stages of pregnancy, and it was difficult to give birth during production, and the situation was critical. After giving birth, she began to lose a lot of hair loss, and her insomnia was serious. Even if Shang Lu invited her the best doctor, she had little effect. The most terrible thing is that she lost her desire to create, her brain became numb, her body was painful, and she could no longer draw as good painting as before.