Su Nian was confused.
Dressed as a cannon fodder substitute in a sadomasochism novel - no name, no lines, and even the method of death was mentioned briefly.
The original owner was kept in captivity by Gu Yanzhi for three years. He wore a white shirt, wrote with his left hand, drank American wine without sugar, and had to turn his face at a 45-degree angle even when he cried, just to imitate the white moonlight.
As soon as Bai Yueguang returned home, Gu Yanzhi threw a check: "It's time for you to disappear."
Three hours later, the original owner died in a car accident. No one knew his name until his death.
Su Nian looked at the pale face in the mirror and smiled.
White shirt? Throw it away.
American style without added sugar? Don't drink.
Crying with the side face at 45 degrees? It is impossible to cry in this life.
He dyed his hair silver-gray, wore a black sweater, and walked up to Gu Yanzhi holding a caramel latte.
"Mr. Gu, let's get acquainted again. My name is Su Nian, and I am not anyone's shadow."
Gu Yanzhi looked at the completely unfamiliar "stand-in" in front of him and discovered for the first time——
For some people, the more they want to escape, the more people want to catch them.
Later, Bai Yueguang came to the door in person and asked with a smile: "The new guy Mr. Gu found looks like me."
Su Nian leaned on Gu Yanzhi's shoulder and replied lazily: "Sorry, he looks like me."
The whole place was dead silent.
Gu Yanzhi looked down at the person in his arms and suddenly smiled.
Bai Yueguang had never seen that smile before.
Small Theater
Gu Yanzhi: "You were not like this before."
Su Nian: "The past was before, and the present is now."
Gu Yanzhi: "What about the future?"
Su Nian: "Let's talk about the future."
Gu Yanzhi: "Marry me."
