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Zhong Heng stared at Zhu Shen.

For a moment, the sky was bright, and a thin light slanted between the two, like a gap, in which thousands of words were piled up.Just when Zhong Heng was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.

In an instant, Zhong Heng closed his eyes, turned his head and frowned at the door.

The deep voice came into the house through the thick wooden door, like the morning bell of a Buddhist temple, echoing from the smoke and dusk in the long night of ignorance, making believers have to abandon their distracting thoughts and return to the so-called right path.

Zhong Heng rubbed the space between his brows, propped himself up on the sofa, reluctantly let his fingertips leave the armrest, swayed in the air a few times, and then twisted the doorknob.

The butler stood at the door with a smile on his face, "Morning, Mr. Zhong."

Zhong Heng pursed his lips tightly and turned sideways to let him in.

The housekeeper said very apologetically, "I hope that the two gentlemen will not disturb the interest of the game because of the wind and rain."

Zhu Shen shook his head and smiled at him: "No."

The housekeeper heaved a sigh of relief.Behind him were two waiters, one with a food box and the other with a suit, asking if they needed to eat and change.

It's not a big house, so many people came suddenly, holding so many things, it seemed a little crowded.

The housekeeper has welcomed the rich and given away the rich all these years, and has seen all kinds of scenes, so he maintains an elegant and calm smile.The two waiters behind him knew their identities, looked at the crowded hut, looked at each other, they couldn't help being a little surprised, but they were well concealed again, and it was right to regard it as a pastime for the rich.

Zhu Shen shook his head at the two waiters, then pulled the zipper of the sweatshirt to the top, and put his hands in his pockets, showing a little more youthful air for no reason.

Zhong Heng didn't change into the suit either, but just adjusted the zipper a little, put down the lightly rolled sleeves, stroked the photo of his grandma, walked to the door, and looked around the small world.

"Grandma, I'm leaving." He said softly.

Zhu Shen also waved to the photo: "Goodbye, grandma."

Zhong Heng was slightly taken aback.

Goodbye.

It's like making an agreement.

But he knew in his heart that if it wasn't for the heavy rain, Zhu Shen shouldn't have come here.

Zhu Shen's trajectory will always meet him only when he makes a mistake.

With a "click", the door was closed, and several people walked downstairs together.

After getting into the car, Zhu Shen seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly turned to Zhong Heng, "What did you want to tell me just now?"

Zhong Heng's eyelashes trembled invisibly, but because of the unchanging coldness on his face, no one noticed.

It has only been ten minutes since the butler and the others entered the house.

What can you do in ten minutes?

Being able to boil two pots of water and drink a cup of tea can also make people press those secrets that are about to be blurted back to the bottom of their hearts with boulders.

A lot of words, after that specific time, it is difficult to say it again.

He knew that what Zhu Shen wanted to hear would never be his own words.

And those four words were by no means enough to appease Zhu Shen's emotions.

"It's nothing." Zhong Heng lowered his head, and sent a message to Aunt Zhang who regularly went to grandma's house to clean, asking her to help buy a TV set and put it in grandma's house in case of emergency.

Zhong Heng was stunned for a moment when he typed the word "contingency", and then deleted each word with a blank expression.

How can there be any unforeseen needs?What is he still looking forward to?

When the word "television" was deleted, Zhong Heng suddenly stopped again. He didn't control his hand, and sent the message out according to his own intention.

never mind.Anyway, he has been wishful thinking so many times, and this time is not bad.

The car drove smoothly on the road in Nicheng.

The sky in Nicheng seems to be clearer after being washed by the torrential rain. Compared with the waterway, the land road has a different flavor. Zhu Shen opened the window and took a casual glance to see the extremely beautiful scenery.

The phone in his pocket was ringing, Zhu Shen took it out, it was Li Jingxia who was calling him.

"Hello?" Zhu Shen was in a good mood, even speaking with a real smile.

Zhong Heng glanced at him unconsciously from the corner of his eye.

Zhu Shen was still chatting with Li Jingxia. He was talking about Li Luo and Chi Jian. They were about to get engaged, and they planned to hold a small engagement ceremony when he came back from their honeymoon.

Zhu Shen was very surprised: "When did they see each other?"

Li Jingxia was ambiguous, and then said something in a rambling manner. Zhu Shen's smile gradually froze on his face. He raised the window and said in a low voice, "I see."

After finishing speaking, regardless of what Li Jingxia said, he hung up the phone.

On the way back, Zhong Heng could clearly feel that Zhu Shen's mood had dropped a lot.

Back at the hotel, Zhu Shen locked himself in the study to draw.

Before Zhong Heng could speak to him, Zhu Shen closed the door.He stood at the corner three steps away from the door, but it seemed as far away as the sky.

Zhong Heng stood at the door for a while, walked to his room, recalled the phone call that made Zhu Shen depressed, and clicked on Li Jingxia's circle of friends intuitively.

In an instant, his face was pale, as if some ice blade pierced into his heart, freezing him from the inside out.

The room was as silent as death.

Zhu Shen stayed silently in the study for a while, turned off his phone, and began to draw a sketch of the north of the city from memory.

On the canvas is a long path covered with lanterns.At one end of the road are small houses in twos and threes, and at the other end of the road is a willow embankment. The crowds on the road are bustling, and Zhu Shen's paintings have not been so lively for a long time.

He got rid of all distracting thoughts, let himself go, and concentrated on completing the sketch, drawing from day to night.

Finally ready to paint.

In the past few years, coloring has also been a psychological barrier that has been difficult for him to break through.Zhu Shen held up the palette, took a paintbrush and dabbed some vermilion lightly. He hesitated for a while while moving the brush, but he still didn't paint it on.

In fact, oil paint is opaque, so when painting, it can be covered layer by layer from dark to light.

But Zhu Shen didn't even dare to lose color—he had torn up countless perfect sketches over the years.

He was afraid.

The bad-mouthing of the critics is not unreasonable. Even Zhu Shen feels that he is at the end of his talents and skills.

He stared at a row of colorful paints. Suddenly, the colors that should have been bright were mottled and faded in his vision, and only gray, white and black were left in his eyes.

The vermilion paint dries up slowly on the tip of the brush.

Like the painting that scares Zhu Shen the most, Fu Yunzhi's hysterical last words are written on the back.

The boredom found an outlet, Zhu Shen was so angry that he tossed the brush vigorously, and the fan-shaped paintbrush rolled to the door, and then Zhong Heng was heard knocking on the door outside.

"Come in." He adjusted his breathing and looked towards the door, seeing Zhong Heng coming in with a glass of milk.

Zhong Heng noticed the pen on the ground, and without asking why, he just put the milk on the table, knelt down and picked it up.

"No more." Zhu Shen frowned.

It's like you're angry with someone.

When he was very young, Fu Yunzhi told him that things that fell on the ground should be discarded.

She also told Zhu Shen that you shouldn't try to get back what you don't want.

It's because Zhu Shen doesn't have a long memory.

Zhong Heng put away the pen, glanced at Zhu Shen's drawing board, and said to him, "Drink the milk first."

Zhu Shen couldn't understand his old cadre's style of work, so he said forcefully: "I don't drink milk, I want coffee."

"The coffee is not good." Zhong Heng slowly pushed the milk cup in front of him.

Zhu Shen was upset tonight, and she let go of her calm and calm pretense, with an impatient expression on her face, as if she was showing her teeth and claws, and insisted on going against Zhong Heng: "I want to smoke."

"Smoke is not good either." Zhong Heng continued to push Zhu Shen in front of him without stopping.

"Where's the wine?" Zhu Shen continued to ask him without looking sideways, as if provocative.

"Not good." The milk cup was finally pushed in front of Zhu Shen.

Zhu Shen lowered his eyes and glanced at him, frowned, raised his face again, raised his pointed chin and asked, "Then tell me, what's good?" Getting closer, Zhong Heng found his The mouth seems to be dyed with the color of the brush between his fingers, ostentatious and bright.

"What about me?" Zhu Shen asked him in a drawn out voice, "How am I?"

Zhong Heng was startled, but did not answer.

Zhu Shen's long eyelashes blinked, his upturned eyes were filled with amused glances, and his eyes were full of stars.

"Ask you. How am I?"

Zhong Heng picked up the milk cup expressionlessly, and placed it in front of Zhu Shen's lips, "Drink while it's hot."

Zhu Shen turned his head away, leaned back on the chair, and smiled provocatively.

Zhong Heng's stern face softened a lot because of Zhu Shenyi's almost nonsensical behavior of a child.

This was the first time he had the opportunity to enter Zhu Shen's studio, even if it was just a temporary study room, it was much better than before.In middle school, Zhu Shen also had his own studio at school, which was the only private space Zhong Heng had access to when he was a student.It's just that the studio is airtight, and the only door will never be opened for Zhong Heng.

"It's beautiful." Zhong Heng walked to Zhu Shen's side, looking at the sketch.

Zhu Shen was a little surprised, thinking that Zhong Heng would not praise others.

Suddenly he smiled and realized that Zhong Heng was changing the subject.

It's clear that the person is avoiding the question of "how is he?"

Zhu Shen is a little helpless, is he so annoying?

He stared at the drawing board, it's really not as good as painting.

Turning his head to see a memo posted on the table, Zhu Shen suppressed his smile, didn't know what he was thinking, and said after a long time: "Come with me to see an art exhibition tomorrow."

This is Zhu Shen's first invitation.

Zhong Heng did not refuse.

—he couldn't refuse.

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Heng said, "Okay."

The response was too natural, as if he couldn't wait, fearing that his feelings would be leaked, Zhong Heng pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly.

Fortunately, Zhu Shen didn't find out.

So they finalized their first appointment, or rather, a date.

Zhong Heng didn't linger in the study, he walked out with the paintbrush in his hand, and looked back at Zhu Shen who was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window gazing at the night view of Nicheng, and suddenly felt that his back seemed much more lonely than before.

Standing in front of the window, Zhu Shen, dressed in moonlight, was lonelier than this night.

Zhong Heng sighed in his heart.

"You are the best."

The door was gently closed by him.

Back in his room, Zhong Heng carefully wiped off the vermilion paint on the brush, and solemnly put the brush into his suitcase.

Turning on the phone, Zhong Heng looked back at Moments he had been watching for a day with a blank face.

That's Li Jingxia's circle of friends, he said, finally returned to Yancheng, and got together.

The accompanying picture is not him, but a person who should have been in country A after disappearing for seven years.

——Bo Liang is back.

On the phone, he was holding his cuffs, holding a glass of wine, looking at the camera with a half-smile.

When he smiled like this, Ruyi Mountain, which had been quiet for a long time, seemed to collapse.

——Maybe it wasn’t just Ruyi Mountain that collapsed.Zhong Heng rubbed the plain ring on his ring finger, looking at the beautiful night scene of Ni City, his heart felt chills.

Zhu Shen, who was separated by a wall, left from the window, walked to the table, and reached out to touch the milk glass—it was no longer hot.

His finger paused in the air, but Zhu Shen didn't take it back, but picked up the milk glass and drank it down in one gulp.

It has been a long time since I drank milk.

Still so sweet.