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Zhong Heng didn't get home from get off work until 10:30 in the evening.

Seeing that he was busy so late again, Aunt Fang immediately mumbled distressedly that it was Zhong's fault.Aunt Fang was protecting the calf, her mouth was broken again, and she babbled and yelled, like a stand-up comic, cursing and cursing, seeing that Zhong Heng was silent, she amused herself.

After all, Aunt Fang knew that Zhong Heng had been so busy these past few years.

Mr. Zhong's health is getting worse and worse, and Zhong Heng is almost the only hope of the Zhong family.He has two younger sisters, the older one has not yet graduated from college, and the younger one has just entered elementary school.Zhong Heng has to support a group of board of directors who only know how to make profits for the Zhong family, and it is indeed much harder than others.

"Have you eaten yet?" Aunt Fang patted her apron and was about to go to the kitchen: "Do you want me to prepare some supper for you?" "Don't bother." Zhong Heng called Aunt Fang: "I just ate something at the company. "

Zhong Heng changed his shoes and walked into the house, his eyes roughly scanned the living room.

Aunt Fang saw that he was still holding a dessert box in his hand, so she understood what it meant. She stretched out her hand and pointed upwards: "It's deep on the top."

After finishing speaking, she sighed again: "Shen Shen didn't eat anything at night, is it because my cooking is not delicious?"

Zhong Heng was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Zhu Shen to be so close to the maid aunt just a few days after he came here.

Recalling Zhu Shen's case that his cousin Zhu Shen mailed to him today, Zhong Heng frowned and said, "He has a very small stomach now."

"What's wrong with Deep Stomach?" Aunt Fang asked.

Zhong Heng shook his head, his eyes were a little cold.

He didn't even know how Zhu Shen had tossed his body into that way all these years.

Taking off his coat, Zhong Heng carried the cake upstairs and knocked on Zhu Shen's door.

At that time, Zhu Shen was sitting on the bay window reading a book, his legs were crossed, his feet were dangling, and his toes were weakly tapping on the ground.

When Zhong Heng came in, he happened to be turning the pages, held the book and raised his head, just in time to meet Zhong Heng's gaze.The corners of Zhu Shen's eyes and mouth were hooked, provocative and unconscious. A beam of light from the bay window fell obliquely on his face. gorgeous.

It would be feminine to describe a man as gorgeous, but Zhu Shen's color is open and bright.

Seeing Zhong Heng coming and putting the cake in his hand on the small table, he glanced at the printing on the wrapping paper and asked casually, "Feng Ji Dessert? Do you like this too?"

The room was very warm, Zhong Heng raised his head and loosened his tie, unbuttoned two buttons, and said: "The assistant bought it casually."

"Your assistant really suits my taste." Zhu Shen said with a smile, "In high school, I quite liked the cheesecake from Feng Kee at the school gate."

Zhong Heng suddenly asked him: "Don't you like it now?"

"Don't eat sweets now." Saying that, Zhu Shen closed the book, looked at him, his legs were still shaking without touching the ground: "Do you know that I went to N country to stay for half a year?"

Zhong Heng knew.

Not only Zhong Heng, but almost everyone in the world of oil painting knows about it.

At the age of 17, Zhu Shen's mother committed suicide, and he evaded the arrangements made by Zhu's family in depression and went abroad alone to relax.The countries traveled around for about a year, and then stopped in a small town in N country.For more than a year, no one could find him, Zhu Shen seemed to be isolated from the world.

Unfortunately, the town where he lived was attacked by artillery fire and the town was razed to the ground.At that time, he saw a little girl in red sitting on the ruins softly coaxing her crying brother. She was very moved. After being rescued, Zhu Shen drew the scene that was deeply in his mind.

That painting was not his original style, nor was it too ostentatious. It was just the sharp contrast between gray, black and red, which brought him to an artistic peak and attracted worldwide attention.

The painting was called "The Ruins."

That year, Zhu Shen was less than 19 years old.

"People in country N don't like to eat sweets. Their superstitious gods tell them that if their mouths can eat bitterness, then life will not be so bitter."

Zhong Heng looked at Zhu Shen silently, and saw Zhu Shen smiling a little desolately under the dim light.

I don't know what he thought of.

Zhong Heng opened the cake box without saying a word, his movements were too slow, Zhu Shen's eyes were fixed on his fingertips, but he didn't want to look at the cake box again.

There used to be people who always loved to give him cakes that he liked to eat, and the past is always irretrievable.

"Zhong Heng." Zhu Shen stopped him suddenly and asked, "What happened between you and Alu?"

Zhong Heng's hand paused: "Nothing."

Xu Shi saw that Zhu Shen's eyes were full of doubts, Zhong Heng said again: "It's just a misunderstanding."

"Just a misunderstanding?"

"Ah."

Zhu Shen lowered his head and said, "Thank you."

Zhong Heng was taken aback, "Why thank me?"

"It's been a long time, maybe you have forgotten it. But I never thanked you, thank you for sending me to the airport before, I am very happy."

"I haven't forgotten—" Zhong Heng raised his voice, clenched his fingers, but then relaxed, and said in a low voice, "That's nothing."

After a long time, Zhong Heng asked softly again: "Have you opened the box I gave you?"

After he said it, Zhu Shen remembered that before he went abroad, Zhong Heng had given him a box.However, he didn't even open it, so he sent it back to Zhuzhai along with his luggage, and he also changed his ticket to another country, wandering around, as if he wanted to completely break with the past.

"No..." Zhu Shen turned his head, a little embarrassed: "What's inside? Is it something important?"

Zhong Heng closed his eyes, and his voice returned to his usual indifference: "No, it's just an insignificant thing."

Zhu Shen's legs finally stopped shaking, and he stepped on the ground, and he stood up accordingly.He was tall and long-legged, and he touched his stiff neck from hanging his head down to read a book, and recalled with great anguish where those things ended up going.

Zhong Heng didn't speak any more, just raised his finger and pointed at the table: "Remember to eat."

Before he could answer, Zhong Heng left his room.

Zhu Shen stared at his back in a daze, always feeling familiar.There was even a trace of remorse in my heart for no reason.

What did he lose?

With a "click", the door was closed.

After a while, Zhu Shen walked to the table barefoot, opened the box, and there was a piece of cheesecake inside.

Zhu Shen finally couldn't bear it, so he gently picked up a corner with a fork, and brought it to his mouth.

The entrance is smooth and tender, sweet but not greasy.

——It’s still the same as before.

The sound of footsteps gradually disappeared in my ears, and Zhong Heng had already gone far.

Zhu Shen really couldn't figure out what he had lost.

Late at night, Zhu Shen took medicine and went to bed, and finally did not have that nightmare of drowning again.

His dreams are wild and unconstrained, with great contrasts, and they are still intermittent - one moment he was sketching in the Paradise Lake in country L, and the next moment he was hiding under the artillery fire in country N.

Under the flying gunfire, everything seemed to be lost, his world was only black, white and gray, empty and boundless.

His senses were terribly dull, and he couldn't even feel the pain, but there was blood on his chest, one drop or two, and when he raised his head, he was hugged tightly in his arms.

It's Zhong Heng.

With his back to the gunfire, Zhong Heng grasped his hand tightly against his blood, and led him out of the terrible nightmare.

Suddenly Zhu Shen woke up from the dream, and the sky was already bright.

He belatedly touched his chest, which throbbed violently for a long time.

It's so weird.

Zhu Shen touched the quilt and thought.