Those Years of Falling in Love with Mosaic [Quick Travel]

3.9 - The carnival of two people, the sadness of a group of people, 2333

　　Mu Xi stood in front of the sink, hurriedly turned on the faucet, turned it to the far right, raised a handful of cold water and washed his face. He raised his head with drops of water on his face, and then he saw himself in the mirror - a self whose skin was already a little saggy due to his indulgence in these years, and his eyebrows and corners of his eyes showed his age.

　　He wiped his face twice, then unconsciously clenched his fists and pounded the marble countertop hard.

　　It shouldn't be like this.

　　...It shouldn't be like this!

　　Something else suddenly appeared in the mirror. Another identical human figure slowly poked its head out of his body and whispered: "The man you like..."

　　"Shut up." Mu Xi cut him off and his eyes suddenly changed.

　　He pulled out a few pieces of paper and slowly wiped his palms.

　　"Who do you think you are?" he said contemptuously, "You are just a poor creature who relies on me to survive. You are not even a human being - what qualifications do you have to point fingers at me who has built such a big world?"

　　The black shadow trembled, then slowly retracted its head and disappeared again. It was as if it was just a temporary dazzle, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

　　......etc.

　　Mu Xi wiped his hands, but his movements slowed down little by little, and he stared at the mirror.

　　It is not difficult to restore everything to its original state.

　　It would be fine if only one person disappeared.

　　He raised his lips very slowly at himself in the mirror, showing a somewhat sinister smile.

　　And what is he afraid of?

　　——What's so scary about him?

　　Doesn't he already have a unique helper?

　　"Do you feel it?" Kou Qiu asked on the way back.

　　The man nodded, his lips pursed tightly, and his face was not very pretty. He held the steering wheel with his hand and suddenly said: "Meng Jiao, pull up Wang Qiang's phone number and tell him."

　　Wang Qiang was the short, fat man from the Supervision Department. Kou Qiu nodded and immediately called him and explained the situation.

　　"He is indeed a special group of people," Teacher Zhuo said calmly, "and he is very likely to be ready to attack Meng Jiao immediately."

　　Wang Qiang said: "Are you sure?"

　　Zhuo Pu said: "I'm sure."

　　Wang Qiang was a little worried: "As for Xiao Meng's safety..."

　　"It's okay," Zhuo Pu said, "I will stay with him these days."

　　The separated Hua Kongque was sitting in the back seat eating bubble gum. After hearing this, the bubble he blew in his mouth burst with a bang.

　　He turned his head and spoke in a very low voice to the shadow, "I don't know if it's for safety or for himself..."

　　At this time, the old cadre Kou did not fully understand the meaning of staying together.

　　When they returned home, the man naturally put his arm around his shoulders and went upstairs, helping him unbutton his coat one by one. Zhuo Pu's hands were typical artist's hands, fair and beautiful, with clear joints but not thick. When paired with the black coat, there was always an inexplicable blushing smell.