From Body to Love

Slowly rising smoke, like slowly rising loneliness.

Whose heart is stirred and whose heart is disturbed.

I wanted to play a hate song. Before the song was finished, the string broke, the finger was cut, and the blood was as thick as rust.

The boundary between love and hate is no longer clear.

Deep in the cold night, Secretary Wang went into the company to get a copy of the information he forgot to take, but he found that the light in Guze's office was still on. He thought there was a thief, so he opened the door.

Surprised, "Gu Zong, why are you still here?"

Secretary Wang waved his hand and coughed twice. Guze's office was full of smoke.

Gu Ze raised his eyes, and the dim yellow light hit his face, casting a cold and lonely outline. His index finger bounced the ash into the ashtray, "Secretary Wang, what's the matter I asked you to investigate?"

"No results yet." Secretary Wang hung his head.

"Continue the investigation. I hope to know the results as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Ready to turn around and leave, after thinking about it, Secretary Wang couldn't help asking, "President Gu, aren't you going home so late?"

"He's at home. I don't want to go home."

He, it goes without saying, refers to Meng Fu. But it was not that he didn't want to go home, but that he found it more and more difficult in the face of Meng Fu.

Ironic words, sometimes blurted out without brain, hurt him and became a habit. Caring for him is like a greater irony.

Like he was crazy again, he was addicted to drugs. He was infatuated with his body and his taste. He said "Mr. Gu" faintly.

"Gu Zong, actually..." when he came to his mouth, he hesitated.

"Actually what?"

"In fact, miss Manyu..."

"Enough!!!" His eyes were filled with anger. He twisted the half burned smoke into the ashtray, leaving a little starlight. The smoke refused to go out, and a wisp of green smoke rose only.

Don't mention the rain.

Picked up the lighter, he lit another cigarette and put it between his fingers, but he didn't smoke until most of the cigarette burned, and the ash fell on the table and covered with some ash.

The room was so quiet that Secretary Wang had retired.

Guze put the cigarette in the ashtray, let it burn and let it go out. He was relieved. Why should he take so much into account?

Like is like. Let's go with any heart.

Oh.

I haven't been home for a week. When I walked into the house, Guze even brought a little joy.

He opened Meng Fu's door, but saw that the room was empty. In an instant, his heart sank badly, and countless tides began to rush up. Zhang Huang lifted the quilt, opened the cabinet, searched every corner, and still didn't see anyone.

The gloom covered the cold face. Gu Ze bit his teeth, "Meng Fu."

Meng Fu, how dare you go? How dare you escape while I'm away? Didn't you say atonement? I didn't do what I told you to do? I didn't let you go. How dare you go?

He went out of the door, "Meng Fu, Meng Fu."

He hurried downstairs and called the servant. His eyes were fierce. He questioned the servant, "where's Meng Fu? I said I wouldn't let him out! "

The servant was frightened. "Mr. Gu, Mr. Meng Fu didn't go out. We've been watching it well."

Meng Yi, who was woken up in his sleep, wore pajamas, rubbed his sleeping eyes and stood upstairs, "big brother. Are you back? "

The heart instantly settled down. Guze said to the servants, "you're going down."

If Meng Yi is here, Meng Fu will not leave.

He went upstairs, suddenly stopped Meng Yi who was going to continue to return to his room, and directly asked, "where's your Meng Meng? Where is he? " The general tension of the heart to rush out.

Meng Yi is bleary eyed. "Meng Meng is reading a book. I'm going to bed. "

The people who were buried in the sea of books were unaware of the things outside. Meng Fu's fingers turned a page of books and read with interest. When I first walked into Guze's study, I was a little timid.

However, after sitting on the sofa for about five days, my mind was empty. However, when I went upstairs, I caught a glimpse of the servant cleaning the room, and the door opened a gap.

It is full of books, like an intoxicating temptation.

Hesitating, his feet were driven forward by the temptation. When he stood in front of the cleaning servant, he suddenly saw that there were far more books inside than outside.

Envy, envy Guze has so many books.

"Mr. Meng Fu." Respectful greetings from the servant Aunt Zhang.

"I..." hesitated and finally asked, "can I read these books?"

"I'm just a servant and can't make decisions. I have to ask President Gu for instructions."

"Oh, forget it." Drooping his eyelids and faint disappointment, he turned and walked out of the door slowly.

Meng Fu, Mr. Gu's book, how dare you read it casually? What qualifications do you have to read his books? forget it.

"Mr. Meng Fu, you can come and have a look when Mr. Gu is away. I won't say it." Aunt Zhang moved with compassion and stopped Meng Fu.

Stopped, he turned back and smiled at Aunt Zhang, "thank you."

At this time, he was reading a private school of criminal law by Professor Zhang Mingkai in his hand. The law was too deep and wonderful, and he found that those he had read in prison were just fur.

I don't understand. I took the book to take notes. When he wrote, he gave birth to a feeling of happiness. Fortunately, it was his left hand that was hurt.

The door was suddenly opened.

Meng Fu raised his head in panic, holding a pen in his hand, and couldn't write a word any more.

He noticed that Guze was staring at him. That kind of look seemed to be examining the current criminal in Meng Fu's eyes.

Standing up, he put the pen cover into the pen holder and apologized to Guze, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gu, I entered your study and took your paper and pen without authorization. Sorry. "

Slightly nod your head and curl your toes.

Waiting for punishment.

Gu Ze approached and saw Meng Fu close his notes and cover the book with his hand. He seemed to deliberately cover the title of the book. He raised his hand to see what the book was and what he realized. He retracted again, "don't be sorry about this."

Meng Fu was surprised that Gu Zehui said so, but he still hung his eyes and stared at the inkstone. In the past, he stared at the water cup. Without the water cup and the swaying water lines in the water, he looked for the inkstone on the desk at will.

"I..."

When he lost his words, the man said he didn't have to be sorry. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't move his feet. He stood still as before until his legs and feet began to numb.

His hands clasped the edge of the table, and his limbs and bones were flowing with an inexplicable uneasiness.

Although he didn't know he was upset, he died and didn't care about anything.

A pair of big feet gradually approached, only about five centimeters away from his feet, and the instep habitually began to curl up.

"Meng Fu."

"Yes." Low response.

"Look up." Guze ordered, his voice was not as cold and hard as before.

He slowly raised his head, revealing a sharp and exquisite minibus, drooping eyelids, and still stubbornly staring at the grinding inkstone on the other side.

"Look at me."

Look at Guze? What are you watching him do? He was puzzled. His obedient eyes turned and looked at Guze's cold face.

Startled, he quickly opened his eyes.

No, he should be obedient. He owes Guze. He should be obedient.

Slowly, he raised his head slightly again and looked at the ancient Ze above.