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After returning to the hotel, Zhu Shen continued to complete the uncolored painting.

It took him nearly ten days to add colors layer by layer. This time, he used the colors very well. The new colors and the old colors are intertwined and collided, but the layers are distinct. The bright ones are the lanterns, and the dark ones are the deep alleys.The transition technique from light to dark is also perfect, not sloppy or obtrusive, which is the standard he should have.

After signing his name, Zhu Shen finally smiled, took a picture of the oil painting, and sent it to Wu Xu on the other side of the ocean.

Zhu Shen went to the living room to pour water, and saw Zhong Heng reading the newspaper on the sofa.

Zhong Heng asked: "Did you finish the painting?"

After Zhu Shen drank a whole glass of water, he nodded and asked him, "Do you want to take a look?"

Zhong Heng folded the newspaper, got up from the sofa, and followed him to the study.

Zhu Shen found a box of Nicheng cigarettes in the cupboard, picked one up, and looked at Zhong Heng's back with a smile.

Zhong Heng went to take a closer look, and Zhu Shen took advantage of this spare time to look for a lighter, and when he was looking for it, the phone on the table rang.

Zhu Shen reached out and took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Wu Xu?"

Zhong Heng raised his head to look at him, then quickly lowered his head again.

Zhu Shen leaned against the window and said to the other end of the phone: "Did you see my new painting?"

Wu Xu impassionedly blew a long series of rainbow farts, looked forward to Zhu Shen's bright future, and finally said firmly: "You will definitely improve to the next level, really, I promise! "Ruins" is not just Your artistic pinnacle, if you continue like this, you will definitely become—”

"Okay." Zhu Shen couldn't listen anymore, his mouth was tasteless, and he urgently needed a cigarette to save him.He raised his hand, held a cigarette between his fingers, and pointed out the window.

Wu Xu laughed a few times over there, and said to Zhu Shen: "I've settled the matter for you. I've already bought those pieces of Nicheng Ink and Wash, and they will be mailed back to the White House in a few days. How could you think of that?" Buy a painting by such a little-known painter?" Wu Xu paused, and said seriously: "Actually, do you think his painting style is very similar to a person? It looks like you—"

"Hang up first." Zhu Shen said as his eyes darkened and he took off his cigarette.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Wu Xu called to Zhu Shen: "Alice has been urging me for a long time. She asked you when you will return to country L for a follow-up visit? Your medicine is gone, so you can't wait any longer, you hear me? "

Zhu Shen put the cigarette back into his mouth, and said vaguely, "Let's talk about it later."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

The world is quiet.

He walked towards Zhong Heng, saw Zhong Heng was still staring at the painting by the easel, and asked him, "What trick do you see?"

Zhong Heng shook his head: "No."

Of course Zhu Shen knew that he couldn't see anything, and just wanted to hear him praise himself, so he said, "You just need to tell me if it looks good or not."

When he said this, Zhu Shen was stunned.

He hasn't sought other people's opinions for a long time, and whether he looks good or not in the eyes of outsiders has never been a factor for him to consider.

He just asked himself if he liked it or not.

"nice."

When Zhong Heng boasted, Zhu Shen's mouth turned upwards.

Zhong Heng looked at Zhu Shen, who was in a better mood after the phone call, and asked him, "Every time you draw a picture, will you send it to Wu Xu first?"

"Of course." Zhu Shen turned his head and saw a lighter on the bookshelf, so he went straight to light the cigarette in his mouth: "He is my agent."

The study room was filled with smoke for a while, Zhu Shen returned to his sofa, crossed one leg, and raised his head to look at Zhong Heng.

Zhong Heng looked at Zhu Shen skillfully puffing and puffing. In his impression, Zhu Shen used to not smoke.

I don't know when I learned it.

Zhong Heng said coldly: "Stop smoking."

Zhu Shen was slightly surprised, raised his head even higher, but was disobedient, raised his eyebrows at him, exhaled, and the smoke formed by the scattered smoke rings hovered between the two, inexplicably a little tit-for-tat.Zhu Shen's lips and eyes seemed to have charming hooks, capturing people's hearts and souls in this diffuse fog.

"Are you caring about me?" Zhu Shen asked him with a smile.

Zhu Shen said, "I don't like other people controlling me."

It was smiling, it was casual, and then stretched out a knife leisurely.

Zhong Heng froze.

Yes, is he taking care of Zhu Shen?

What right does he have to control him.

Zhong Heng turned around and walked out of the house, but Zhu Shen frowned, and coughed suddenly before he could speak.

The smoke in Nicheng was too strong, and Zhu Shen couldn't get used to it. This cough was earth-shattering, and he was shaking on the sofa.

Zhong Heng paused, turned around and saw that Zhu Shen was coughing out of breath, and hurried back to give him relief.

"Quit smoking." Zhong Heng said in a firm voice.

But his hand was so gentle, he patted Zhu Shen's thin back lightly.

Zhu Shen ate too little, he was as thin as bones, and the warm palm could clearly feel the shape of each section of his spine through two layers of clothing. Zhong Heng couldn't help but feel a little worried. Zhu Shen is gone.

"Leave me alone." Zhu Shen pushed him away, turned to face the window, and coughed while clutching his chest.

Like a pissed off kid.

Zhong Heng's hand stopped in the air with an embarrassing arc, slightly clenched into a fist, and walked out again.

Hearing Zhong Heng's footsteps getting farther and farther away from him, Zhu Shen frowned even deeper. He looked back at Zhong Heng's leaving back, and slammed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

He took a deep breath and followed his breath, but saw Zhong Heng walked in again, holding a glass of warm water in his hand, and said expressionlessly: "Drink it."

Zhu Shen felt very shameless.

He was the one who spoke ill of Zhong Heng, and he was the one who drove Zhong Heng away.

He shouldn't have drunk Zhong Heng's water.

It's hard to say what kind of subtle feeling it is, Zhu Shen is used to being aggressive, in fact he is already used to barking his teeth and claws.But in front of Zhong Heng, he is like a fierce paper tiger, he doesn't like this feeling.

Shame and shame magnified in front of this glass of warm water, and he would rather not drink this glass of water.

But Zhong Heng couldn't help but make him stop drinking—the mouth of the cup touched Zhu Shen's lips, followed his slightly open jaw, and poured a small mouthful into his mouth.

Zhong Heng put down his cup and left without saying anything.

Zhu Shen swallowed the saliva, angrily clenched his fists and pounded on the square table.

……very painful.

After thinking about it, Zhu Shen threw the cigarette case into the wastebasket, then drank the rest of the water sullenly.

Really bewitched.he thinks.

Until the two returned to Yancheng and boarded the plane, they didn't speak again.

When packing his luggage, Zhu Shen roughly threw the sportswear that Zhong Heng had lent him to the bottom of the bed, and sat on the edge of the bed by himself, causing the mattress to tremble a few times.But after thinking about it, he got under the bed and took out the clothes, and folded them into the suitcase angrily.

It's so capricious, yet cutely whimsical.

After opening the door, the phoenix bell hanging on the door was still jingling. Zhu Shen glanced at it, pouted, pulled it off the door, and put it into his pocket.

Covering the palm of your hand, it is not allowed to make a crisp sound.

It's really annoying.

On the plane, the two sat side by side, like strangers.

Zhu Shen asked the stewardess to ask for a cup of coffee, Zhong Heng glanced at him, and also ordered a cup of coffee.

Zhu Shen glanced at Zhong Heng from the corner of his eye, and saw that Zhong Heng's face was normal, and he didn't look like he had made a mistake.

He stared at the stewardess pouring the coffee for a while, until he saw the stewardess putting the coffee on Zhong Heng's table with a smile, and pushing the trolley away, he couldn't hold back: "Why do you drink coffee too? "

"En." Zhong Heng responded coldly, and said, "Let's go back to Yancheng and go to Ruyi Mountain first."

When Zhu Shen heard that he was going to Zhong Zhai to show his love again, he rubbed his forehead wearily.

Zhong Heng said, "I'm not going to Zhong's house, I'm going to Zhu's house."

"Zhu Zhai?"

"Your grandfather told me that he has returned to China, and told us to go back to Yancheng to see him together."

Zhu Shen was even more surprised: "Why would my grandfather tell you?"

In my impression, Mr. Zhu likes Zhong Heng very much, otherwise he and Mr. Zhong wouldn't have given them some mandarin ducks last year.He was treasured by his grandfather in the past, and he knew that if his grandfather hadn't really taken a fancy to Zhong Heng, he would definitely not let him marry him.

"Because we're married, Zhu Shen." Zhong Heng glanced at him quietly: "In his eyes, it's the same to say it to you or to me."

Zhu Shen was at a loss for words.

Zhong Heng drank the coffee on his table in one gulp, and then picked up the coffee on Zhu Shen's table.

"This is mine..." Before Zhu Shen finished speaking, Zhong Heng finished Zhu Shen's coffee.

Zhu Shen stared at Zhong Heng, feeling that he was angry today.

Seeing that their glasses were empty, the stewardess asked if they wanted a refill, Zhong Heng turned to look at Zhu Shen.

His eyes were still deep, his thin lips were pursed lightly, and his face looked full of Zhu Shen's meaning.

Zhu Shen looked at the stewardess, and began to obediently: "...give me a glass of water."

After all, I'm going to my own house to do a show later, so the relationship still needs to be maintained.

Zhong Heng's expression turned pale.

"Two glasses of water," he said to the stewardess.