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Supervising Zhong Heng finished drinking the medicinal food, and Zhu Shen's task was completed. He was just about to leave, but Zhong Heng stopped him.

Zhong Heng's voice had a rush that he didn't expect, as if he was in a hurry to hold back something, and he spoke quickly: "I will leave work early tonight."

"Oh." Zhu Shen shrugged, obviously he didn't understand, he was bewildered, he didn't understand why this person had to tell himself that he left work early.

Seeing that Zhu Shen responded and wanted to go out the door, Zhong Heng hurriedly called him: "Zhu Shen."

The chair rolled two inches, Zhong Heng's eyes were fixed on the door.

Zhu Shen looked back at him.

Zhong Heng frowned.

He wanted to call him Xiao Shi, but since no one else was here, he didn't have the qualifications to call him that.

"Let's go back together," he said.

"Okay." Zhu Shen nodded, walked straight to the window, and looked at half of Yancheng.After a few spring rains, the whole city was covered with a layer of emerald green. Even if the eyes were covered with gray and dark mist, he could still imagine how beautiful this color would be.

This is the most beautiful time of the year in Yancheng.

Zhong Heng tightened the lid of the insulated bucket, and saw Aunt Fang's message from the mobile phone:

[Is the medicated diet sent by Shen Shen delicious?Do you want to drink next time? ]

Zhong Heng turned off the phone expressionlessly, and grabbed the report on the table. His expression looked extremely stern, but the corners of his upturned lips had already betrayed his heart.

Zhu Shen raised his head and looked at the figure of Zhong Heng reflected on the window. He felt it was too familiar for a moment, and his inexplicable heart palpitations revived. Even the sky became brighter, and the bright emerald green flooded into the field of vision again. Zhu Shen held a heart , outlining the outline of Zhong Heng's figure with peripheral vision.

Immediately afterwards, he frowned fiercely.

Smoking addiction again.

So Zhu Shen skillfully took out the cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out a slender cigarette, put it in his mouth, and strolled open the door and walked outside.

Zhong Heng, who was reviewing the report, suddenly raised his head and called him: "Where are you going?"

"Go smoke."

Zhong Heng put down the report and said to him, "Just smoke here."

"Here?" Zhu Shen was a little surprised: "Do you have a lighter?"

Zhong Heng glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Come here."

Zhu Shen raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, but he had never seen Zhong Heng smoking.

He walked to Zhong Heng's table curiously, and saw that Zhong Heng really took out the lighter from his pocket.So Zhu Shen pursed his lips, bent down, and put his hands on the back of Zhong Heng's chair.

The lighter is small, with a silver body and black cover, and there are floating dark patterns carved on it.

Zhu Shen blinked, his eyes sparkled, and he teased casually: "I didn't expect you to be very particular."

Zhong Heng didn't answer him, he swiped his thumb, and with a "pop", tiny flames shot out from the lighter.

Bowing his head and smiling again, Zhu Shen was in this posture, bending over slightly, the thin hair on the top of his head brushed Zhong Heng's cheek lightly, and in just a moment, the cigarette butt met the firelight.

The flames gently licked the cigarette butts, as if it was an intimate kiss, but it was superficial, and after it was lit, they suddenly separated.

However, the owner of the cigarette and the owner of the lighter are a little too close, as close as the flame and the cigarette butt, as if they are intertwining a close kiss.

The cigarette was lit, Zhu Shen straightened up, and his hands left the back of Zhong Heng's chair.He held the slender cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled it. Suddenly, the smoke surrounded him, and he stared quietly at Zhong Heng through the fog.

not like.He's not like that.

Zhu Shen reminded himself that Shengsheng extinguished the light and shadow that suddenly lit up in his world.

Seeing Zhu Shen smoking so skillfully, Zhong Heng couldn't help but frowned and said to him, "Don't keep smoking."

Zhu Shen asked back, "Don't you smoke too?"

With Zhong Heng's slender index finger, he pressed the cover, only to hear a crisp sound, and the cap of the lighter was covered: "I didn't smoke."

Zhu Shen was puzzled: "You don't smoke?"

"No." Zhong Heng shook his head and said.

Zhu Shen was even more puzzled: "Then why are you bringing a lighter?"

Now Zhong Heng couldn't answer.

Yes, what is he doing with it?

Zhong Heng looked at the lighter in his hand and laughed at himself.

He bought the lighter after he came back from country D, and he carried it with him every day, hoping to use it, but also hoping not to use it.

After struggling for too long, Zhu Shen's cell phone rang, ending this neither awkward nor embarrassing conversation.Zhu Shen left Zhong Heng's desk, walked to the window, opened a small window, and picked up the phone while smoking.

"Wu Xu."

Hearing Zhu Shen call the name of the person on the other end of the phone, Zhong Heng raised his head in an instant, and the pen in his hand rolled down the smooth desk to the ground, covering his voice, and smothered to death on the carpet at his feet .

Zhu Shen was distracted by the noise in his ears, so he didn't notice it.He just sent a message to Wu Xu saying that he was going on a trip, and Wu Xu called immediately. The agent can be said to be dedicated and responsible.

But the agent was also bitter. He had just wiped Zhu Shen's ass from the art exhibition, and he thought that Zhu Shen could stop painting behind closed doors for a few days. How could he have thought that this person would fly to another country again.

After laughing and cursing for a few words, Zhu Shen's expression finally relaxed. He turned around and sat on the sofa again, holding an ashtray in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, looking very relaxed.

Zhong Heng caught a glimpse of Zhu Shen's expression from the corner of his eye. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little depressed. He pretended to concentrate and continued to read the report, but he couldn't read any of the numbers on it.

Zhu Shen was still on the phone with Wu Xu, and Wu Xu obviously supported Zhu Shen in going out to play, and asked him, "Is it with Zhong Heng?"

"Ah."

Wu Xu smiled: "That's great!"

"What good?"

"Zhu Shen, you don't know that after you are together, your paintings become vivid again."

"Watching a literary film recently? The words are so coquettish." Zhu Shen frowned: "Stop talking coquettishly, and sell paintings well."

Wu Xu laughed loudly: "Then there must be something to sell. It's a pity that I am not only representing you as a painter, otherwise I will have nothing to eat sooner or later."

"Are you accusing me?"

"I dare not." Wu Xu said humbly, "Then I wish you love in bed, constant inspiration, and a pleasant journey!"

"That's it, hang up." He really couldn't listen to the foul language.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems to be the case.

Zhu Shen hasn't painted anything decent since he finished painting "The Ruins".At the end of last year, the elders set up a bureau to ask him to go on a blind date with Zhong Heng. After that, he drew a few more pictures that could be sold.

Sometimes he can clearly perceive that those long-lost colors have once again occupied his sight. He is afraid of fleetingness, dare not close his eyes, and even blink carefully, just trying to keep even a little bit of color.

The world is gloomy, and he should be given some light.

He has also tried many methods over the years, and color is just a flash in the pan in his mind.He was mentally ill, and the darkness around him was related to his emotions. The doctor said that he had to learn to let go.

Alice said to him: "As you Chinese say, heart disease should be healed with heart medicine."

"Shao and Wu Xu are learning to talk nonsense." Zhu Shen smiled, he hadn't seen any results from the treatment of the disease, but the attending doctor and agent were about to bear fruit.

Strange to say, after reconnecting with Zhong Heng, he can occasionally see colors.Even Alice couldn't tell why, but said to him: "Maybe you can try to get in touch with him a little bit more."

Zhu Shen obeyed the doctor's advice obediently, and married this man as soon as he obeyed.

Zhu Shen smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, he turned his head and stared at Zhong Heng.

"Zhong Heng." Zhu Shen softly called his name.

Zhong Heng looked back at him silently, as if waiting for him to finish speaking.

"I'm actually looking forward to our going out to play." Zhu Shen's eyes seemed to draw an attractive arc, and he raised his chin and asked softly, "What about you?"

Zhong Heng's Adam's apple tightened, but his voice was deliberately lowered: "Yes."

"What does 'hmm' mean?" Zhu Shen put out the cigarette in his hand, and the smile on his face opened to him, "Are you looking forward to it or not? Like it or not?"

Laughing is also like a hook.

There is no need for bait, someone has been waiting for several years, willingly, just to take his bait.

of course--

"I like it." Zhong Heng said.

But it's not just like it.