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There were less than ten days left before departure, and Zhong Heng had been staying at the company for several consecutive days to work overtime in order to allow a fifteen-day vacation.

These fifteen days were the result of bargaining between Zhu Shen and Yang Sha.What Yang Sha meant was that the two of them were newly married, and they should go outside to relax and enjoy themselves. She was there at home and in the group.

Although the words are beautiful, and there are many fans of her in the group, the uncles on the Zhong family's side always look down on her and don't take her seriously.

After turning the axis for a week, Zhong Heng returned to Taoyuan.

As soon as she entered the door, Aunt Fang said distressedly that Zhong Heng had lost weight again, and she didn't forget to turn her head and yell inside: "Shen Shen! Ah Heng is back!"

Zhu Shen was washing his paintbrush, but he vaguely heard someone calling him, and he didn't pay much attention to it until he walked up to him, so he raised his head and smiled at Zhong Heng: "You're back."

Zhong Heng was taken aback, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, as if he was in a good mood.

This feeling was something he had never experienced before, as if he was being waited upon by Zhu Shen.

"En." Zhong Heng walked in front of Zhu Shen unhurriedly, and looked at the sunset he drew on the table.

The surrounding gray and the salted egg yolk in the middle collide with a different feeling, and the contrast of color difference makes people's eyes shine.

Zhong Heng looked out the window, the sun was setting, and the fiery red clouds were burning for half the sky.

Zhong Heng clasped his hand on the edge of the table, and his palm was slightly warm. On this piece of drawing paper was Zhu Shen's world.

At this moment, what he and Zhu Shen are facing is the same sky with the setting sun slanting down, instead of being separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, trying to calculate those time differences without temperature, guessing what people on the other side of the ocean are doing, Is there anyone with me?

"It's been a long time since you drew real scenes." Zhong Heng said.

Zhu Shen was slightly taken aback. For a moment, he thought that Zhong Heng had revealed his secret, and he was a little flustered. He even forgot to ask Zhong Heng how he knew.

It would be ridiculous to say that a painter cannot see vivid colors.

He doesn't need anyone to feel sorry for, and he doesn't need anyone to pity him.

He can remember how colors look in his head, and he can paint sunsets that don't look like real ones through countless exercises, so it doesn't seem too bad.

Seeing Zhong Heng staring at the drawing paper intently, without regret in his eyes, Zhu Shen felt a little relieved, thinking that today's painting was a success.

"Is it good-looking?" Zhu Shen asked him.

"It's pretty." Zhong Heng said.

Zhu Shen, who was squatting by the bucket, smiled. He pursed his lips, raised his chin slightly, and his half-drooped eyelashes played tricks on people's hearts for no reason.

Some itchy.

Zhong Heng was taken aback.

He hasn't seen Zhu Shen like this for a long time.

The same is true of Zhu Shen in his youth, as vivid as the brightest color in his painting.

Occasionally, when Zhong Heng delivered materials to the teacher, when he passed by Zhu Shen's class, he always glanced in, intentionally or unintentionally, and when he was lucky, he could see Zhu Shen who was doing the drawing board.

There is no doubt that Zhu Shen's work will always be the most eye-catching one.

"Hello." He stood on the table, rolled up his sleeves slightly, showing a thin white wrist, with a paintbrush in his fingertips, and called to passers-by from the outside class with a presumptuous gesture.

Zhong Heng was stopped by him like this.

"Does it look good?" Zhu Shen asked him, the pen at the tip of his finger was tilted up and down, turning left and right for a while.

It is to ask others whether his blackboard newspaper is good or not.

At that time, the setting sun was dazzling, the curtains were flying, and the whole classroom was covered with a layer of dim yellow light.Zhong Heng looked up at him, covered his emotions, and answered him softly: "It looks good."

Zhu Shen just smiled, with a wanton expression on his face, "Of course."

He never seemed to know what humility is.

But in the following years, Zhu Shen was rarely so arrogant again.

His sharpness was smoothed by himself, and his pride was crushed by others.

Zhong Heng took another step forward, the toe of the shoe stopped in front of the bucket, and said to him again: "It's very beautiful."

Seeing that this man praised him so respectfully, Zhu Shen was too embarrassed to be too indifferent to him, so he said, "How are you these days? I think you've lost weight."

Zhong Heng said that everything was fine with him, and asked how Zhu Shen was doing.

Zhu Shen didn't have the nerve to say that he had a happy time occupying the magpie's nest. He looked at the blue color in Zhong Heng's eyes, and shook his head, "It's not very good."

Zhong Heng's eyes suddenly became serious, and asked him, "Why?"

Zhu Shen joked: "I think what you think." As he spoke, he flicked the paintbrush lightly, and colorless water droplets splashed out, like moistening and silent rain, and I don't know whose heart it is.

It was just a frivolous joke, Zhu Shen just said it in passing, and then he didn't take it seriously.Zhong Heng turned his body slightly and ignored Zhu Shen.

But after that day, Zhong Heng never stayed in the company again.

But after that day, it kept raining, and Zhu Shen couldn't draw the sunny colors in his memory, so he tore up pieces of useless drawing paper.

It was not a problem for Aunt Fang to see him slumped like this, so she asked him if he wanted to go out to relax.

This is exactly what Zhu Shen wanted. He always looked at the sky in the four corners, but he imprisoned him for no reason.

Seeing that Aunt Fang had already changed her clothes and was about to go out, she asked her, "Where are you going?"

"I'll bring soup to Ah Heng." Aunt Fang's eyes lit up: "Will you go deep?"

Zhu Shen packed up the drawing paper and said, "It's okay."

So the two got into the car, it was not raining outside, and when the window was pressed, the fragrant grassy smell mixed with the soil came to the face.

Aunt Fang really didn't expect that Zhu Shen would accompany her in the car, she was overjoyed immediately, and said that Zhong Heng was loved by someone.

"No one cares about him?" Zhu Shen seemed to hear a funny joke. The president of the huge Zhong Group has no one cares, and no one would believe it when he told it.

"Shen Shen... don't you know?" Aunt Fang was a little puzzled: "Aren't you and Ah Heng classmates?"

"It's just an alumnus, he's a class older than me. We didn't have much intersection in middle school."

Aunt Fang sighed: "Ah Heng was always bullied by his elder brother when he was young."

I wish you a deep meal, I don't know who I thought of.

"He didn't live very well in Zhong's house. The elders habitually ignored him, and the servants looked after the dishes and didn't take him seriously. Mrs. He... Mrs. He only asked for money. I will think of having a son like Ah Heng." Aunt Fang said with tears in her eyes: "It's a good thing I met you, it's a good thing A Heng met you... It seems that someone can love him."

Zhu Shen lowered his head, wanting to say that he is actually not worth mentioning, but just an insignificant part of Zhong Heng's life.But after thinking about it, he didn't say it.

How to puncture a beautiful illusion.

He was silent, and Aunt Fang followed suit.

Aunt Fang is not stupid. After watching it for a few days, she should understand who is wishful thinking.But she wanted Zhu Shen to see Zhong Heng more and to accompany Zhong Heng.

Even if Zhong Heng didn't say anything, he must be happy in his heart.

When the car was about to reach the gate of the company, Aunt Fang suddenly felt a pain in her forehead and complained of a headache. Zhu Shen hurriedly asked the driver to divert to the hospital.

"It's okay, it's all old and sick, don't be nervous..." Aunt Fang tremblingly handed the thermos to Zhu Shen, "The driver can just take me back, you must give the soup to Ah Heng, look at him Drink it yourself."

Zhu Shen was still worried: "But you..."

Aunt Fang quickly waved her hand and said, "I'm really fine, I'm fine, don't worry."

"Is it all right?"

Aunt Fang promised again and again.

Zhu Shen had no choice but to tell the driver to take good care of him, and then he entered the company with the thermos bucket.

After the car door was closed, the driver finally couldn't help laughing, and Aunt Fang said: "You are so vivid in acting today, I was shocked by you!"

Aunt Fang winked at him, looked at Zhu Shen's back, and sighed softly: "Who am I doing this for..."

When Zhu Shen came to Zhong's, the front desk stopped him and asked him if he had an appointment.

Zhu Shen walked up to her unhurriedly, took off his glasses, and smiled softly at her: "Is Mr. Zhong free?"

The front desk recognized who he was right away, and he couldn't say a word: "Yes... free!"

"reserve?"

"Of course not!"

"Then what floor is he on?"

"Three... thirty floors."

Zhu Shen smiled, moved closer, and lowered his voice: "Don't be afraid. Will I still eat you?"

"No, no..." The front desk just wanted to call Zhong Heng's secretary and tell him that Zhu Shen was coming, but Zhu Shen stopped him.

"Surprise inspection." Zhu Shen raised the thermos in his hand with one hand, put his index finger on his lips with the other hand and said "shh", "Don't call."

Misled by the beauty, the receptionist nodded in fascination.

Zhu Shen smiled and got on the elevator.

The [-]th floor is sparsely populated.

Zhu Shen easily found Zhong Heng's office.

He knocked on the door, and a low but pleasant voice came from inside: "Come in."

So Zhu Shen swaggered in.

Thinking it was the secretary who had just left, Zhong Heng continued to work without raising his head.

He was wearing those gold-rimmed glasses again, and today he was wearing a blue shirt with a black suit jacket and no tie, which made him look less formal.

Zhong Heng's office is very large, but the interior decoration is very simple.Black, white and gray business tones, a floor-to-ceiling window that can almost overlook the beautiful spring of Yancheng City, an office desk, several chairs, and a sofa, all of which are expensive, but combined together they look very low-key.

No one came in, Zhong Heng frowned slightly, stopped what he was doing, and looked forward.

His expression relaxed a little, he didn't expect that it was Zhu Shen who came in.

Zhu Shen walked in casually, put down the thermos, sat opposite Zhong Heng, and looked at him unscrupulously.

Zhong Heng took off his glasses, showed deep eyebrows, and looked at Zhu Shen motionlessly.

"Why are you here?" Zhong Heng asked.

Zhu Shen pushed the thermos bucket in front of Zhong Heng: "Aunt Fang brought me over to deliver soup. She said she had a headache again, so she went back first and asked me to bring it to you." Zhu Shen recalled Fang Auntie looked in pain at that time, and asked Zhong Heng: "Has Aunt Fang ever been in such pain before?"

"She—" Zhong Heng paused, as if he had figured out Aunt Fang's intention.

So he had no choice but to say "um" vaguely, which was a lie for Aunt Fang who didn't even have a cold or fever for three or five years.

Unscrewing the lid, Zhu Shen said: "Drink, Aunt Fang told me to watch you drink it."

A slight smell of medicinal materials emanated faintly from the thermos.

Zhu Shen frowned: "What kind of soup is this?"

"It's not soup." Zhong Heng couldn't help feeling a little headache: "It's medicinal food."

In fact, it's not uncommon for such a heavy workload to happen. Aunt Fang deliberately found one article after another about the practice of medicinal diet from her circle of friends, and she was eager to try it.

Zhong Heng was dissuaded by the bitter smell of the medicine before, he was not afraid of anything else, it was just that he couldn't stand the smell.In the past, I would rather take a few more injections than take medicine.Aunt Fang was told by Zhong Heng once, and then she stopped, but she didn't know that she was still alive, and this time she was even worse, so she directly asked Zhu Shen to send it over.

Zhong Heng held the spoon and did not move for a long time.

"Drink." Zhu Shen looked at him and said.

Zhong Heng had no choice but to rush the duck to the shelf and take a sip. As soon as he swallowed it, his complexion was more complex than the black soup in the thermos.

"Is it good?" Zhu Shen asked with a mocking smile.

Zhong Heng was silent.

After a long time, he looked at Zhu Shen who was looking at his phone, and said, "It's delicious."

Zhu Shen was responding to someone's message, and he didn't listen to the truth, so he glanced at him: "Huh?"

Zhong Heng met his eyes: "It's delicious."

Zhu Shen couldn't help but look at Zhong Heng with admiration.

He is a ruthless person.He likes this taste?