After I made a biography for my scumbag ex, I was on fire

Chapter 32

As soon as Lu Yuan let go, Mu Song left without looking back.

And Lu Yuan would let go because Mu Song's "inappropriate" sentence reminded him again how many stupid things he had done unintentionally in the past ten years.

Inappropriate.

In Lu Yuan's dictionary, it is already considered a word with very light semantics.

After all, his grandfather, who was born in the Iron Army since he was a child, is extremely resistant to verbal attacks.

"Man, you must look like a man!"

The grandfather whose ancestral home is from the north, always speaks Beijing movies with correct words, shows the attitude of running the army, and beats the young Lu Yuan mercilessly.

And back to their parents, the time they spend together, what they can see and hear is how they treat their subordinates.

Although his language is more "civilized" than his grandfather's, his strong and sharp attitude is even worse.

Generally speaking, Lu Yuan lacked an environment to speak "love language" during his growth.

Over time, President Lu Shaolu also developed a similar language style.

In addition, he doesn't talk much, so if he doesn't say anything, he will always choke to death, and every sentence will be stabbed in his heart.

Between family and friends, it's fine to get used to it, but for lovers, this "congenital defect" is too fatal.

Especially, for a "lover" like Mu Song who rushed up by himself.

After being together for ten years, Mu Song is not completely ignorant. Many times, Lu Yuan's harsh words are just a problem of "venomous tongue".

Mu Song, who also suffers from his original family, even has some understanding of the root cause of Lu Yuan's problem.

But I couldn't bear it anymore, and the knot of chasing after Lu Yuan was always buried deep in my heart.

Just like a hidden lesion, whenever there is a slight disturbance, the pain of "not being loved" will be activated again.

One can't express love well, and the other doesn't believe that he is worthy of being loved, so they got together and wasted ten years of sweetness and happiness that should have been sweet and happy.

Ten years, the best ten years, Mu Song, who loved and hurt enough, let go in a sigh.

But Lu Yuan, who came back to the past, was not reconciled and reluctant.

He wanted too much to make up for the regret of the past ten years, to chase him back quickly, put it on the tip of his heart, keep it in his palm, and never let go.

But I was reminded again and again of the mistakes I made in the past.

Let him see clearly that the way of chasing his "wife" is not as simple as holding on to someone and not letting go.

Therefore, although Mu Song said "inappropriate", although Lu Yuan let go, he chased Mu Song's back and came to the overcrowded ancient theater together.

Bai Xu was arranging conductors on the stage. From a distance, he saw Mu Song and his tail.

"Brother Mu Song!"

Bai Xu stood on the stage, jumped up, jumped over the crowd, and greeted Mu Song.

Feeling the enthusiasm of the young man, Mu Song also waved his hand and returned with a big smile.

It seemed that the stage hadn't been set up yet, but there was already a huge crowd, and there were already three floors in and three floors around, and there were tourists onlookers.

Mu Song didn't like crowding with people, but he was worried that if he walked away, he wouldn't be able to take advantage of the favorable terrain. He was hesitating when his phone rang suddenly, and it was Bai Xu.

Mu Song looked up at the stage, and saw the little milk dog holding a phone, beckoning him to answer it.

"Hey……"

"Brother Mu Song, it will take a while for us to start. Don't wait here. Go to the side and rest first. I will save a seat for you."

It was really appropriate for the young man to care about people, he showed his heart everywhere, and Mu Song was so moved that he gave Bai Xu a thumbs up from afar.

"On the road! Come on, brother, find a cool place to stay for a while, then call me!"

After turning around, I turned into the visitor center and visited the souvenir shop.

Different from ordinary scenic spots, as one of the representatives of traditional Chinese architectural culture, Qiaogong Garden still cherishes feathers.

Therefore, the commodities sold are not high-end goods in Yiwu Small Commodity Market, but each piece has its own cultural imprint.

Among them, there are many cultural and creative products inspired by the landscape in the park, as well as some unique and creative gifts.

Six years ago, Mu Song bought magnolia for Lu Yuan from here.

Now that the flowering time has passed, the plants sold in the store have become the seeds of the 600-year-old wisteria.

"This one is easy to grow! Take it home, bury it in the soil, water it every few days, and let it dry in the sun more often. It will germinate soon."

The sales staff introduced the planting method very enthusiastically.

Mu Song thought about it and bought three packs in one go.

One pack to grow by yourself, one pack to send to Bai Xu, one pack... just as a spare, what if the plant doesn't work once?

Mu Song was very satisfied with this arrangement, and was happily taking out the money. When he raised his eyes, he saw the figure following him through the mirror of the cashier.

……

"I said, don't you know?"

Turning around, staring at Lu Yuan who was haunted, Mu Song exhausted his patience and didn't intend to show any good looks.

"What did you buy?"

Lu Yuan didn't seem to hear it, and didn't answer at all, but asked him curiously.

Mu Song: ...

"I want you to take care of it!"

Being murdered, Lu Yuan didn't care, but squeezed to Mu Song's side, picked up the flower seeds on the table, looked at them, and said to the salesperson, get him five bags too.

"Add these three guarantees, and we're done together."

Mr. Lu generously took out the card and handed it to the salesperson, then turned his head again and blinked innocently at the disbelieving Mu Song.

"Didn't you ask me to go back? I have to buy some souvenirs."

Mu Song: ...

"Okay, then I'll give you another bag for good luck. I wish you all the best and a safe journey."

Mu Song took two packets from a pile of seeds, and left the spare packet to Lu Yuan as a farewell gift.

He turned around and took a step, trying to get rid of Lu Yuan quickly, but he was still chased by him.

"Thank you for the seeds you sent. Plant them on the balcony of our bedroom. In spring, they will definitely be covered with vines. When the sun shines, the room will be filled with your favorite color."

Mu Song: ...

"Lu Yuan, are you so interesting?"

Mu Song stared at Lu Yuan, in addition to being irritable, he was more puzzled.

What the hell is he going to do? !

I don't understand is there still talk of breaking up in the world? !

I don't understand that after breaking up, the best ex-boyfriend should be dead? !

Do you have to say, "It's been ten years, I've had enough of you, I've dumped you" before he can disappear from sight?

Mu Song thought of it and said.

After finishing speaking, he just kept his eyes open and waited to see. Mr. Lu, who had a bigger face than the sky, got angry, lost his temper, and left.

However, Mu Song obviously miscalculated Lu Yuan's endurance and his attachment to himself.

"But I haven't had enough of you yet."

Mu Song: ...

"Okay, you are amazing."

After saying a word, Mu Song ignored Lu Yuan who was still following closely, turned around and left the store, and met Bai Xu's classmate who came to call him.

"Brother Mu Song, hurry up, the performance is about to begin, and Xiaoxu has specially reserved a front row seat for you."

The young man was very enthusiastic, talking to Mu Song, he glanced at Lu Yuan who was following closely beside him.

"Is this one with you too?"

Before Mu Song could speak, Lu Yuan answered first.

"Yes... Please help me arrange a seat for my classmates."

"no problem!"

Without waiting for Mu Song to defend, the young man led the two of them together, squeezed through the crowd, and arrived at the first row of seats facing the stage.

"Just sit here, the two of you. The water, fan, and program list on the seats are all given to each audience. If you need it, use it yourself."

After saying goodbye, the young man turned around and ran backstage, leaving Mu Song and Lu Yuan sitting side by side in the crowd, extremely embarrassed...

Of course, this embarrassment was mainly caused by Mu Song.

In order to accommodate more people, the chairs in the auditorium are almost next to each other without any gaps.

Mu Song and Lu Yuan sat next to each other, and it was hard not to touch each other with their arms.

Coincidentally, Lu Jingli, who has long-sleeved shirts all the year round, is wearing a loose short-sleeved T-shirt for the first time today.

Most of the well-exercised arms are exposed, full of tense muscle lines.

It was nearly three o'clock at this time, and after a day of exposure to the sun, the heat in the air was accumulating to its peak, and it would still be sweating profusely when alone, let alone such a crowded place.

So, both of them soon felt the hot and wet touch on each other.

Just like countless times before, when they embrace each other intimately, the touch of flesh and blood blends together.

Grass!

……

This is... outrageous!

The heat of body and mind rose rapidly, and Mu Song felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, wishing to leave directly.

But thinking of Bai Xu's painstaking arrangements, plus the guilt of letting him go before, he could only endure it.

But you can't just sit and wait. Out of the corner of your eye, Mu Song glanced at the audience gift bag at his feet. As if seeing a life-saving straw, Mu Song immediately turned out the performance brochure and read it "seriously".

It turned out that this concert was the first time that the S Atlantic Orchestra, with Bai Xu as the head, was invited to perform to the public.

At the same time, Qiaogongyuan, a 600-year-old garden, is the first time to hold a concert of Western musical instruments on the ancient stage.

The opportunity for this cooperation is to celebrate the 600th anniversary of Qiaogongyuan.

In order to attract more people to pay attention to the gardens and fall in love with the beauty of classical gardens, the new head of the garden has planned a series of activities to "rejuvenate ancient gardens".

This concert by Bai Xu and the others is just one of them.

Mu Song scanned the program list, and from the selection of songs, he could see that the planners behind this program were very open-minded.

Read it from top to bottom, it is all familiar popular songs.

Moreover, it also combines ancient and modern Chinese and foreign countries, with a great posture to wipe out men, women, old and young, workers, farmers, businessmen and soldiers.

After savoring these intentions, Mu Song, who didn't care much at first, became interested for a while, and wanted to see if the reaction of the audience could achieve the goal of this ingenious design.

Just as he was thinking, Head Bai Xu led his classmates onto the stage wearing a white T-shirt with the regiment emblem printed on it and jeans.

Seven or eight young people, obviously full of vigor, but solemnly, bowed deeply to the audience.

Then, everyone took their positions, and the performance started.

Sure enough, as expected, those repertoires that seem to be "lower Riba people", through the interpretation of classical instruments, not only fully mobilized the emotions of the audience, but also improved the taste of the repertoire itself.

Therefore, this concert, in each piece of music, pushed the atmosphere of the scene to a climax.

The audience applauded thunderously, and Mu Song was among them. He crazily praised Bai Xu, but the young man kept his mouth shut and kept performing.

It wasn't until the end of the last song that the audience stood up and applauded the orchestra, that Bai Xu stepped forward and picked up the microphone.

"Thank you for your support! Next, please continue to listen to the last egg track."

After finishing speaking, the teenagers who were holding the big, medium and violins turned around and changed into guitar and bass.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Bai Xu swung his index finger, bringing the atmosphere of classical music to explosive rock in an instant.

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The author has something to say:

Lu Yuan: Thank you for the flower seeds my wife sent, but I'm afraid I can't plant them well, or you can help plant them by the way. / star eye

Mu Song: ...Don't think that I don't know what bad intentions you have!

Lu Yuan: Huh?What is the wife talking about?What bad thoughts can a dog have?

Mu Song: Why do you want me to plant wisteria in the bedroom? !They clearly want me to plant strawberries in my bedroom! /fury

Lu Yuan: Well, if my wife thinks so, it’s not impossible.../Meditation

Mu Song: ... Get out!Stinking rogue!