Really, exactly the same...
Zhu Yuanqing had guessed in the morning that Chen Mu was most likely Mu Honghui, but now he had absolutely no doubt about it.
My thoughts were like an overturned ball of wool, a tangled mess that I couldn't sort out until I swallowed the last noodle.
Putting down his chopsticks, Zhu Yuanqing stood up with the empty bowl in his hand. When his palms were empty, he saw Chen Mu moving quickly towards the kitchen with the hanging bowl and chopsticks.
"You should have a good rest. I'll take care of these things. Don't get tired."
Zhu Yuanqing clenched his empty hands and stood in the middle of the empty dining room. He inexplicably felt helpless as if he was being treated as a sick person.
Chen Mu's special ability was very convenient. He finished cleaning up quickly and came out. As soon as he came out, he came to Zhu Yuanqing and looked at him with squinted eyes.
Noticing that his eyes kept scanning his chest, Zhu Yuanqing looked down and frowned: "Is there something wrong?"
Chen Mu hurriedly grabbed his hand and shook his head: "No problem, no problem."
"I just feel that it's a little unreal." He thought for a moment and said.
"Unreal?" Zhu Yuanqing was puzzled.
Shen Mu nodded and gave examples one by one.
"Feibai was particularly gentle today. First of all, you hugged me as soon as you woke up, and even let me sleep with you." Chen Mu stretched out a finger.
"Second, you cook with me. Third..." He shook the wrist he was still holding. Zhu Yuanqing didn't seem to think there was anything wrong, and didn't struggle even after Chen Mu pointed it out.
"If it were before, you would have run away long ago." His voice became a little low as he spoke, "No, you wouldn't let me hold your hand like this. You didn't even want the pillow I gave you."
Zhu Yuanqing really didn't expect that Chen Mu had so many thoughts in his mind in such a short time, and what he said made sense.
He also didn't expect that Chen Mu still remembered that little thing. Judging from his tone, he probably thought about it a lot in private.
He was both angry and amused: "Why, I'm treating you better, aren't you used to it?"
"How about... we go back to the way we were before?" As he said this, he pretended to pull his hand away.
Chen Mu panicked for a moment, quickly grabbed Zhu Yuanqing's wrist, and said seriously: "No, it's fine now."
Noticing Zhu Yuanqing's distrustful look, he emphasized again: "Really."
Zhu Yuanqing looked at him for a while, and the corners of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.
Chen Mu's hair was quite long, the back of it almost covered his neck, and the front of his hair was draped messily on his forehead, almost covering his eyebrows.
Zhu Yuanqing pushed aside the short hair in front of his forehead and met a pair of dark eyes.
His action was a little unexpected, and before Chen Mu could retract the gloom in his eyes, he was seen clearly, and tightened his grip on the person's hand.
Zhu Yuanqing seemed to have not noticed at all and twirled the fine strands of hair between his fingertips. "Do you have any scissors?"
A normal adult man in his twenties, with half-long black hair, was made to look like a gloomy young man. Zhu Yuanqing had disliked him for a long time.
Chen Mu didn't have a pair of scissors, but he could make a similar one for Zhu Yuanqing.
Holding a pair of freshly made scissors, Zhu Yuanqing pushed Chen Mu to sit on the mattress in the hall and bent over to help him trim the loose hair in front of his forehead.
He had little experience in trimming hair, so to avoid making a mistake, he was extra careful, completely unaware that someone's eyes were glued to him.
The clothes Zhu Yuanqing was wearing were not made of high-quality fabrics. They were the kind of street goods that cost only twenty or thirty yuan each before the apocalypse. The original owner had spent a lot of effort to exchange them from others.
The ordinary white T-shirt was now gray, with a long tear at the corner, and the collar had lost its tightness and was sagging.
Chen Mu was surrounded by Zhu Yuanqing's embrace, his eyes fixed on the spot where plum blossoms were falling in the winter snow.
Chen Mu took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly.
But even with my eyes closed, the fleeting scene seemed to have been engraved in my mind.
No, no, the little lion will be angry...
Two different thoughts were about to fight in Shen Mu's mind, but his eyes opened uncontrollably.
Below the collarbone, there was a red mark covering it. Since no great force was used, the mark was no longer visible as it was too deep.
Chen Mu could even clearly remember the scene at that time.
Unable to bear the sight any longer, Chen Mu forced himself to look away and crossed one leg over the other.
"Don't move, be careful not to hurt your eyes." Zhu Yuanqing was helping him trim the hair on the right side. Fortunately, he put away the scissors quickly, otherwise that large strand of hair would have been gone.
Looking down, Chen Mu was sitting peacefully but had his legs crossed. He reminded her, "It's not easy to maintain balance in this position. How about changing back?"
Chen Mu didn't even raise his head, and said in a muffled voice: "It's okay."
Zhu Yuanqing had no choice but to stand beside him and continue his haircutting work.
Cutting hair is a delicate job. Sometimes broken hair will fall on Chen Mu's face or clothes. Zhu Yuanqing doesn't have time to catch it every time, so he can only reach out and push it away.
Chen Mu faced the wall on the side, his hands silently clenched into fists.
The fallen hair was extremely short and thin, and fell on Shen Mu's neck.
Zhu Yuanqing stretched out his index finger and tried to lift it for a long time but failed. Just as he was thinking of other ways, Chen Mu's low and hoarse voice came from the side.
"Fei Bai... stop it."
"No." It would be so uncomfortable to keep it on his body. Zhu Yuanqing frowned, and then an idea flashed in his mind, "Chen Mu, use your supernatural power to float it up."
Chen Mu said nothing. After a few seconds, the hair didn't move. Zhu Yuanqing turned around in confusion and asked, "Chen Mu?"
He didn't have time to ask Chen Mu what was wrong, because the next second the man hugged his waist, his voice innocent and pitiful.
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