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The residential building was dark, Zhong Heng put away his umbrella, held Zhu Shen's wrist, and stomped on the small lamp on the top.

The hallway lit up immediately.

This building is very dilapidated, the walls are densely printed with small advertisements, and the wall paint is mottled and peeled off into one piece on the left and one on the right.The green paint on the handrails is also rusted, the stairs are covered with thick dust, and there are cobwebs in the corners.

The hair of the two was messed up by the wind and rain, and the corners of their clothes were still dripping. They looked a little embarrassed, but even so, from the perspective of charm and temperament, they didn't look like the people who should appear here.

Zhong Heng took two steps forward and stopped. He turned his head to look at Zhu Shen, wanted to say something, but held back.

Zhu Shen looked puzzled: "Go upstairs, which floor do you live on?"

Zhong Heng had no choice but to take Zhu Shen to the fifth floor in one breath.

It is the top floor, and the higher you go, the more clearly you can hear the raging rainstorm on the roof.

When Zhong Heng took the key to open the door, Zhu Shen found that the couplets at the door were still new, with neat corners and no fading of the paper, as if they had been pasted not long ago.

The words are very beautiful, and Zhu Shen couldn't help touching and reading: "Zhi Lanmao will last for a thousand years, Qin Sele will last for a hundred years."

Hearing this sentence suddenly, Zhong Heng's figure paused, and he forgot to turn the key.

Zhu Shen didn't notice, and his hand stopped on the word "乐", and asked him, "When was this posted?"

Zhong Heng lowered his head and lowered his voice a few minutes. After turning the key, he replied, "New Year's Day."

"This is a wedding couple—" Zhu Shen suddenly stopped talking.He suddenly remembered that he married Zhong Heng at that time, so it was self-evident who this couplet was posted for.

So Zhu Shen licked his lips and stopped the embarrassing words.

The couple next door seemed to be arguing, and their voices could be heard through an iron gate.

Zhong Heng frowned, pulled Zhu Shen into the room, and closed the door again, which cut off most of the noise outside.

Zhong Heng raised his hand and turned on the light in the living room, and the house was illuminated into Zhu Shen's vision.

This house is not big, with one bedroom and one living room. Things are piled up to the brim, but it is in order.There was no dust in the house, as if it had been cleaned just two days ago.He found it strange, and when he was about to ask, he heard Zhong Heng say: "I will call someone over to clean it regularly."

After all, it was the place where he used to live, so it was quite nostalgic.

"Do you come to Nicheng often?" Zhu Shen asked him while changing his shoes.

"En." Zhong Heng responded, and then walked into the bathroom.When he came out, he held a large towel and handed it to Zhu Shen: "Wipe."

While wiping, Zhu Shen watched him carefully wipe the black and white photos in the middle of the living room, and said lightly, "Grandma, I'm back."

So Zhu Shen also walked over, and out of politeness, he bowed respectfully and said to the photo, "Hi, grandma, my name is Zhu Shen."

The old man in the photo is wearing glasses and smiling softly. She has straight eyebrows and eyes, and it can be seen that she should be very good-looking when she was young.

"Grandma looks very kind." Zhu Shen said.

"Yeah." Zhong Heng picked up the towel that was almost hanging on the ground in Zhu Shen's hand: "She likes good-looking juniors," putting the towel gently on top of Zhu Shen's head, "If she's still here—"

"What?" Zhu Shen looked at him and asked.

I must like you.

Zhong Heng avoided Zhu Shen's gaze and didn't go on talking, the two seemed to be too close.

Zhu Shen touched the towel on top of his head, and moved back a little: "I will do it myself."

Zhong Heng's hand left the towel.

While wiping, Zhu Shen asked Zhong Heng: "Did you live here when you were young?"

"It's very simple." After speaking, Zhong Heng turned around and walked to the bedroom: "I'm looking for two sets of clean clothes."

It is probably the first time for the young master Zhu to come to this kind of place.For him, this place is just a corner where he can shelter from the wind and rain, but for Zhong Heng, it is a real safe haven.His childhood, the sporadic happiness of childhood, are all here.So Zhong Heng couldn't bear to hear a sentence or a half of comments about this place from Zhu Shen's mouth.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Shen said, "How could it be?"

Zhong Heng paused, and heard Zhu Shen say very seriously: "I don't think it's shabby, it's very warm here."

The corners of Zhong Heng's mouth curled up slightly, he walked into the bedroom and found two sets of sweatshirts.

"This is the only one here." He gave one of the sets to Zhu Shen, and went to the kitchen to boil water.

Zhu Shen didn't show any politeness, and changed into Zhong Heng's pure black sweatshirt, pulled the zipper to the top, and stretched out his hand a little, which was a little too big.

I just don’t know which period Zhong Heng’s clothes are from.

He'd never seen it anyway.

He couldn't even imagine Zhong Heng in sportswear.

Zhu Shen walked around the house while brushing his hair.This house is too small, and the place where he lives is even more pitifully small. He can't imagine how Zhong Heng lived with his grandmother in such a place back then.This looks like a home, Zhu Shen thought.

It's no wonder that Zhong Heng is so nostalgic for the past, he is reluctant to replace the old furnishings, deliberately maintaining the appearance of his grandma.

But after thinking about it, Aunt Fang said that Zhong Heng used to live in a servant's room in Ruyi Mountain, so it can be seen that Zhong Heng's boyhood was not good.

Zhu Shen opened a photo album pressed on the mahogany box, and flipped through it casually.

Inside are Zhong Heng's yellowed photos, from one to ten years old, but only a dozen or so.

The house was not soundproof, and the sound of boiling water soon came from the kitchen. It was loud, but not annoying.Zhu Shen's eyes stopped on one of them. The Zhong Heng on it was about eight or nine years old. His hair was cut short and he was wearing a red and white sports school uniform. His eyes were black and white, and his mouth was still as thin as before. , pressed tightly, as if there was an unexplainable stubbornness.His grandmother was wearing glasses and looked at him kindly, and the expressions of the grandfather and grandson formed a strong contrast.

Zhu Shen's hand slowly covered it, but he couldn't find a place to park it. After thinking about it, he took his hand back again.

He stared at the photo for a long time, and finally closed the photo album when Zhong Heng came over with a cup.

"Drink water." Zhong Heng put the cup on the table.

The cup was very hot, Zhu Shen didn't have the patience to blow it, and just waited for it to cool down naturally.

He and Zhong Heng sat at opposite ends of the square table. The room was very quiet, and it seemed that the sound of rain outside could be heard, like iron beans sprinkled from the sky, falling onto the awning on the roof, clattering, clattering. of.

For the first time, Zhu Shen knew that the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River were not all gentle, as if they would blow their temper in a big way.

It's surprisingly cute.

He likes it here.

"When was the last time you came to Nicheng?" Zhu Shen asked.

"Before New Year's Day."

More precisely, that was before the two got married.

You should tell grandma.

"What's wrong with your grandma..." Zhu Shen paused, but didn't finish speaking.

But Zhong Heng understood what he meant: "Myocardial infarction passed away very suddenly, and I didn't suffer too much."

Zhu Shen turned his head to look at the rain outside the window, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhong Heng's grandmother was a primary school teacher, and she could write well. When she was still alive, neighbors would ask her to write Spring Festival couplets every Chinese New Year.When I was a child, everyone practiced calligraphy like "one, two, three, four, five, ten insects, cows, birds, fishes". Zhong Heng was a little faster than others, and he already knew "the smoke tower faces the snow cave, and the moon palace faces the heavenly palace".

When Zhong Heng is older, she will not only teach Zhong Heng to recite "the bright moonlight in front of the bed, it is suspected to be frost on the ground" like teaching other children, but also teach him to recite "the sky increases, the years increase, the life increases, the spring is full, the sky is full of happiness, and the building is full of happiness." ".

Every New Year's Eve, when grandma was writing Spring Festival couplets, Zhong Heng would obediently lie down in front of the table and watch carefully, watching how grandma outlined her expectations for the whole year.

Although at that time Zhong Heng looked like a little adult and didn't like to laugh anymore.But his brows seemed to be jumping with joy, and his partners who usually don't like to associate with him would follow their parents to his grandmother's place to ask for a pair of Spring Festival couplets and stick them at the door.

Grandma has written many couplets, and her favorite one should be "Zhi Lanmao for a thousand years, Qin Sele for a hundred years". Every time it is handed over to a newcomer, her eyes seem to be full of water.

She had no chance to write this couplet for her daughter.

In fact, He Xuan, who is devoted to the rich and powerful, seems not to like these small tricks.

Once, Zhong Heng asked his grandmother, what did the above words mean?Grandma said that this is what you should post when you get married, and then she laughed. You are still young, so you will understand later.

After many years, Zhong Heng really understood, but grandma was long gone.

When he came here, he used grandma's writing brush to imitate grandma's handwriting and wrote it for himself, and pasted it on the door.

It's a pity that grandma couldn't see it.

Zhong Heng got up suddenly, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's getting late, go take a shower and go to sleep."

Zhu Shen has always disliked being arranged by others, but listening to the sound of rain outside, thinking of Zhong Heng's journey in the rain tonight, he unexpectedly did not resist.

Playing with the zipper of the sportswear, Zhu Shen stood up, a little strange, and asked, "When did you wear these clothes?"

"University. During winter and summer vacations, I will come back here." Zhong Heng said.

Like every college student who goes home on vacation.

The only difference is whether there is anyone at home.

Zhu Shen's throat stopped, unable to say anything, he obediently walked into the bathroom.

He heard that Zhong Heng broke away from the Zhong family after graduating from high school, and didn't spend any more money from the Zhong family, and the Zhong family just treated him as if he didn't exist.If his father and elder brother hadn't died in an air crash, Mr. Zhong would not have brought him back to inherit the family business.

Zhu Shen rushed casually, put on his clothes and walked out.When he came out, he saw Zhong Heng making the bed.

Zhong Heng patted the only bed here and said to Zhu Shen, "You sleep here tonight."

"What about you?" Zhu Shen asked him.

Zhong Heng carried another quilt to the sofa, and closed the door for him before going out.

Zhu Shen looked at the door and was stunned for a long time.Outside the window, a flash of lightning like a sharp arrow lit up the entire sky, and the rain was illuminated by the light and shadow, making it confident and more ferocious, followed by rumbling thunder from the sky.

It seemed that a tree had been felled. Zhu Shen hugged the pillow and got out of bed with bare feet, and stood by the window, not daring to close his eyes.

Such a rainy night is always difficult for Zhu Shen.It took him nearly seven years to get out of the shadow left by his mother's suicide.

His mother was determined to die on such a rainy night.Her suicide note was a painting, not the ink painting she was used to, but a gloomy and dark oil painting.At first glance, it looked like lightning had struck the canvas, and a number of smoke burst out between the clouds, confusing it into chaos.Only the middle is bright, and the surroundings are pitch black. The bright white light is dazzling, and the darkness is like a black hole, trying to suck people into the boundless darkness.

On the back of the canvas is the red paint she dyed with a paintbrush, on which it says: Fu Yunzhi is finally free.

It was even stained with blood from her fingertips.

Yes, Zhu Shen's mother, Fu Yunzhi, had been depressed and begged for death all these years, and finally she was relieved by swallowing the sleeping pills she had accumulated for a month on that rainy night.

Another bolt of lightning strikes, Zhu Shen's whole body trembles, and thunder rings in his ears, as if he is the one standing under the rain.He was breathing rapidly, his eyes were wide open, and he hugged himself as if he was about to be breathless.

Suddenly, the door was opened.

In an instant, all the streams of light rushed into the room.

In the center of the light stood a man—Zhong Heng walked in quickly without even knocking on the door.

Zhu Shen looked back at him and found that he had just come out of the shower, and when he met him, he was still steaming.Zhong Heng showed such anxiety, his clenched hands had no place to rest.

Zhu Shen took a deep breath, pretended nothing happened, and called his name: "Zhong Heng?"

Zhong Heng realized that Zhu Shen was fine, so he coughed softly belatedly, "Let me see if the windows are closed properly."

Zhu Shen turned sideways and let Zhong Heng walk in front of him to check the window.

It was ridiculous, the floor was not even wet, but Zhong Heng insisted that the window was not closed properly, and even stretched out his hand to push it into the window frame.

"It's closed?" Zhu Shen sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him.

"Okay." Zhong Heng withdrew his hand, bowed his head to see Zhu Shen's snow-white feet.

There's no longer any reason to stay.

Zhong Heng walked to the door, touched the doorknob with his left hand, and extinguished the incandescent lamp on the ceiling with his right hand.

As soon as he took a step, he was stopped by Zhu Shen.

"Zhong Heng." There was a very soft sound, but it was still heard by Zhong Heng.

Zhong Heng paused.

"I don't like thunder." Zhu Shen said sullenly.

"Don't be afraid." Zhong Heng said.

Zhu Shen wanted to refute "I'm not afraid", but Zhong Heng said, "I'm with you."

The last few words were struck by lightning, Zhu Shen's pupils suddenly dilated, and countless warm currents poured into his heart. He had to admit that his heart was beating very fast at this moment.

Yes.Where is it that he doesn't like it? He is clearly afraid.

It's just that he's not used to expressing his fear.

A pair of eyes surged silently, like a pool of spring water under the moonlight, sparkling.Zhu Shen whispered, "Thank you."

Zhong Heng shook his head, went outside and brought in a set of quilts.

"..."

It wasn't the first time the two had slept in the same bed.

But the atmosphere tonight was even more embarrassing than last time.

And this embarrassment did not originate from the two of them, but from the neighbor——

The young couple next door were fighting at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed. They were doing shameless things in the bedroom on this pouring rainy day.

Every time he yelled, Zhong Heng's face turned darker.

Every time he yelled, Zhu Shen's eyes rolled around.

Two quilts covered two people lying flat, both of them were not sleepy by the shouting from the next door.

Half an hour later, the neighbors fell asleep, and the two of them still couldn't fall asleep.

Zhu Shen suddenly said, "Are you sleepy?"

Zhong Heng shook his head, then whispered again: "Not sleepy."

Zhu Shen thought, "Well, let's play a game."

"Ah."

"We ask each other questions, and if we can't answer, we fulfill each other's wish."

"Ah."

Zhu Shen suddenly regained his energy, turned over and faced Zhong Heng, "Then I'll ask you first."

"ask."

Zhu Shen finally asked the day's doubts: "What did you tell them today? The girl who rowed the boat, and the owner of the fish shop."

Zhu Shen seemed to feel that Zhong Heng was laughing, the sound was not loud, and was lost in the sound of rain outside the window.

"I still." Zhong Heng turned his head to look at him: "I will grant you one wish."

"Zhong Heng!" The young master Zhu lost his curiosity, kicked the quilt, turned around, and said with his back to him, "You are really boring."

Zhong Heng laughed silently, and covered him with the quilt.

Well, what was said.

Best wishes to never know.

In this way, he will always be the lawless young master Zhu, who will no longer be entangled by anyone's feelings, can ride the wind and waves, and make waves.

As for Zhong Heng, as long as he can watch him from a distance, it will be fine.

Just like how he stared in the corner countless times since he was a child.

【Grandma, I'm getting married.It's the man I told you about. 】

……

【"He looks good, I wonder if he has a girlfriend yet?"

"He is married, please don't keep staring at him."]

……

【"Bringing a friend here for the first time, who is he?"

"His name is Zhu Shen, and he is mine, love."]