Mu Yao's hands were clenched into fists at his side, opening and closing, his head was lowered, his hair hung down on the side of his face, and there was a faint sadness in his eyes.

Bian Jin actually didn't care if Mu Yao was dirty or not.

He even cares if he can win the game, all because he wants to make the young lady happy.

He couldn't tolerate this kind of problem in this kind of almost finals, and he wanted to say something to Mu Yao again, the door next to him creaked open, and Tong Yaoyao walked out of it.

Bian Jin's little expression changed in an instant.

He became cute and lovely, and his eyes were bright, and he walked over and bent down skillfully at 90 degrees, and hung on Yaoyao's body, like a cat.

"Little sister, how's it going?"

Tong Yaoyao has a side brocade hanging on her body, and her cute little face is full of seriousness, her face is tense, and her little face is fleshy.

She touched the back of Bian Jin's hand with her backhand, and looked at Mu Yao with cat-like amber eyes, "What she said is true?" ”

Mu Yao's body trembled.

Tong Yaoyao asked loudly.

"Talking, isn't it true?!"

Mu Yao bit his lip stubbornly, and after a long time, it was so long that he saw through the floor, and it was so long that the woman in the door walked out with her waist crossed and insulted him.

His brain was buzzing like countless flies flying in his head.

Everything that happened in the past recalls in his mind......

Everything that is dirtiest and most disgusting is pouring over the river and Haiti......

He can't run away.

That period of the past.

His mother forced him and his brother to go to a nightclub to curry favor with the old women for money.

He felt disgusted all the time, vomited late at night, and even ran away, not wanting to live.

Until I met Tong Yaoyao.

He saw hope to live.

As long as you live, it's better than dead, isn't it?

Being able to live in the same world as her always feels like there is hope in life.

Mu Yao thought so.

But he forgot.

He's chasing the light.

And his ugliness will one day be hidden in the light......

"It's true......"

Mu Yao lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Tong Yaoyao, he didn't want to see a little disgust for himself from those eyes, although he was very dirty......

"It's me, I was, indeed, a cowherd. I slept with her, it was my ......"

"It's not him, it's me."

When Mu Yao said this, suddenly, a male voice came from the corridor with almost no ups and downs.

Tong Yaoyao looked at the sound and saw Mu Shao, who looked exactly like Mu Yao, coming from outside the corridor, he still looked expressionless, with a coat on his body, and walked over and put it on his younger brother.

Mu Yao seemed to be frozen, his face was pale, and he was trembling all over.

Mu Shao gently touched Mu Yao's head, turned around, and said calmly to the woman who came over to ask for an explanation.

"Back then, it was me. The kid you killed was mine. ”

The old woman was visibly stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Mu Shao walked over and walked in front of the old woman, suddenly, knelt on one knee, took her hand and put it next to his face, he tilted his head, and a smile bloomed on his expressionless face.

How to describe it?

An extremely seductive smile.

He used to smile charmingly, no wonder he usually looked like a machine without expression.

He said to the old woman obediently.

"I'm sorry, you misremembered, it was me. I am the one who serves you. ”

He smiled very well.

But it looks so sad.

Tong Yaoyao wanted to cry just by looking at him, but Mu Yao had already collapsed and ran over to help his brother up.

"Brother, don't kneel, you don't ask her! Brother, I was wrong! It was me who was wrong! ”

Don't kneel in front of Tong Yaoyao!

How much do you care about her...... How did you...... How much courage do you have......

Mu Shao turned his head to look at him and tilted his head.

"Brother, you don't have to bear it for me. Those who have always been cowherds are all brothers. Don't throw dirty water on yourself to help me share anything. ”

"Those pasts are all mine, and they have nothing to do with you."