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Zhu Shen's fingertips were still wandering in the address book. After thinking about it, he still didn't dial the number.

The room was very dark. I turned on the light and planned to open the window to let in some air. When I opened the curtains, it was already dark.Thinking of something, Zhu Shen hurriedly ran to the rooftop to draw.

The flowering period has already passed for several days, and this painting needs to be completed as soon as possible.

At the beginning of the first layer of color, it is still satisfactory.It has been a long time since he can use colors freely. Such bright colors seem to bloom at his fingertips.

While drawing, the phone suddenly vibrated. He didn't intend to answer it, but when he saw the caller ID flashing on the screen, Zhu Shen was stunned.

What a coincidence, he was still hesitating whether to call Bo Liang today, but he didn't expect the other party to call.

In fact, in Zhu Shen's memory, he did not receive a few phone calls from Bo Liang.

If so, it shouldn't be for him.

Bo Liang's thoughts were hidden deep, otherwise Zhu Shen would not have found out so late that Bo Liang had already deeply planted his love for Jiang Yi.

"Hello?" He connected the phone and said firmly, "Bo Liang."

There was a soft answer from the other side, with a warm and mellow voice, like the March wind blowing in people's hearts: "Are you busy?"

For a moment, Zhu Shen thought he was back in high school.

Bo Liang is always so gentle, as if he is very gentle to everyone, so there should be many people who would be wrong, and he is not bad after all.

I vaguely remember that among the many suitors of Bo Liang, he was the one who was astonishing and earth-shattering. He wished the whole world knew that he liked him, chasing and blocking him in and out of school.

A group of Faxiao classmates watched the show, and there were countless crowds booing and booing. Bao Liang saved him some face, shook his head and said to him: "Stop making trouble."

It was only after a long time that he realized that those three words were not helpless doting, but indifference and alienation.

It's only because he was too stupid and overconfident back then, he had to fall to his head and blood to know how to be afraid of his hands and feet.

"Hello? Zhu Shen?" Bo Liang said softly, stopping Zhu Shen from running around.

"Well," Zhu Shen replied, "I'm painting."

"What painting is it?"

In Zhu Shen's impression, after he confessed his love to him in a grand manner, the two of them never chatted in an atmosphere of friends.

What is the atmosphere like among friends?

——There is coming and going, there is going and returning, it is because I am willing to listen to your nonsense.

How could Zhu Shen be sure that Bo Liang must like him?Shameless and fanciful, she has been in love with him for so long, but in fact, Bo Liang's eyes will fall on him only when he mentions Jiang Yi.

Looking down at the canvas, Zhu Shen said, "It's a very important painting."

The tone is very light, so light that it seems to be showing off.

In fact, he can also be said to be a picture of peach blossoms, which may be more intuitive, but the word "important" spit out from his mouth without thinking.

Zhu Shen's fingers gently pressed against his lips, and it was hard to stop.

Thin Liang laughed.

Zhu Shen felt that his laughter seemed to have broken some mystery, frowned and put down his brush, shaking his head, feeling that he was really childish and ridiculous.

Bo Liang laughed again, and said to him, "That's great."

Didn't say where it is good.

Zhu Shen knew that this person was always going to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, so he asked, "What can you do with me?"

"Wait until you finish your work." Bo Liang said slowly, with a serious tone, "I have something, I want to ask you."

No need to guess, I know who it is related to.

Bo Liang returned to China alone this time, obeyed his parents' arrangement, and took over the company with his elder brother. He lived his life step by step.It seems that the absurdity of being 19 years old is just an extension of adolescent rebellion.

So many people had vague guesses in their hearts, wondering if Jiang Yi had separated from Bo Liang?

But hearing what Bo Liang said today, Zhu Shen felt that his feelings for Jiang Yi must be very deep.

It's just that I liked it too blindly back then, covered my eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and ignored everything.

"Well, I can help you with a favor." Zhu Shen rolled his eyes, and a sly light suddenly flashed in his eyes: "But you also have to answer my question."

"what is the problem?"

"At that time, why did Zhong Heng fight with you?"

After a pause for a few seconds, Bo Liang suddenly laughed.

It's not the polite and distant smile he used to, but a sound, as if he heard some funny joke.

Zhu Shen sighed: "Hello."

After a long time, the other side finally stopped laughing, but there was still a lingering smile in the voice: "Why didn't you ask your husband? How can I say that I was also a victim back then."

Zhu Shen thought that my husband would not tell me.

A bottle of stuffy oil, with a very strict mouth.

"There are some things that you should look at with your heart."

After thinking about it, Bo Liang added in a low voice, "No disguise is absolutely seamless." It's just that Zhu Shen hung up the phone too early and didn't hear this whisper.

After hanging up the phone for a long time, Zhu Shen looked up at the vast starry sky, thinking about Bo Liang's words.

……

In the next few days, Zhu Shen was finishing this "important painting".

Inspiration is always greatest at night.

The wind was rushing towards him from all directions, Zhu Shen was only wearing a thin white windbreaker, standing on the roof painting oil paintings.

The wind lifted the corners of his clothes, the stars swayed in the dark sky, and the moonlight fell on him like snow, Zhu Shen's whole body was enveloped in a layer of soft light.

The dark is the night, and the light is him.

Only him.

Zhong Heng is still busy with the energy project recently, and there are many conferences and meetings. Zhu Shen thinks that after he has been busy for a while, his own painting should be finished.

I don't know if the other party will like it.

In fact, growing up so big, he only painted oil paintings and sent them to Bo Liang, but they were all rejected without any accident.He was proud at that time, even chasing people was also proud.Bo Liang refused to accept his paintings, so he smashed them all.

At that time, his whole body was full of sharpness, and his character had not been honed to be smooth. He didn't know how to please a person, but he only knew how to foolishly present a sincere heart. If you don't want it, then I will throw it away.

In the end, it was Jiang Yi who took the oil painting back for him, saying to help him find another way, there was always something that could impress Bo Liang.

Jiang Yi encouraged him to rekindle his hopes, but all his hopes were extinguished.

After Bo Liang and Jiang Yi left, Zhu Shen set those paintings on fire, as if his youth was burned to death.

It turned out that it wasn't that Bo Liang didn't like oil paintings, but that he didn't like him.

After Zhu Shen finished painting the last layer, he inspected the content of the painting with satisfaction, and suddenly heard someone talking from below.It stands to reason that it was already late at night, so there should not be such a sound.

Zhu Shen lowered his eyes slightly and glanced, and saw a pair of overlapping figures under the streetlight outside the gate.

Like reluctantly saying goodbye, like lingering.

Zhu Shen was taken aback, straightened his back, and stared at the downstairs.

Almost instantly, he recognized who it was.

Thinking of those eight words in the magazine, he couldn't help laughing at himself.

We have known each other very early and our relationship is profound.

In fact, after returning from the conference room that day, Zhu Shen searched for the name of the eyebrows.

They are recognized by the alumni of Y University as talented and beautiful, and they are golden boys and girls, and their posts can always build tall buildings.

Zhu Shen felt that the person who posted this post was really boring, but he still read everything verbatim.

I don't know what happened.

When Zhong Heng came up, Zhu Shen had already taken off the canvas and put it back.A new piece of drawing paper was glued to the easel, on which two overlapping figures were randomly scribbled, covered by paint again.

He can't do the stupid things he did at the age of sixteen or seventeen.Zhu Shen secretly reminded himself.

Zhong Heng walked up to Zhu Shen, still holding a glass of milk in his hand, and didn't say anything to disturb him.

When the milk was cold, he could pour another glass, and then ten glasses, but this night alone was one of the few in the past ten years.

Zhong Heng stood in the direction of the wind, wanting to block him from the cool night wind, but Zhu Shen said, "You blocked me."

Zhong Heng had no choice but to take off his black coat, put it on Zhu Shen's shoulder, and whispered to him, "Put it on, it's windy."

"No matter how strong the wind is, I have seen it." Even though he said this, Zhu Shen did not return his coat to him.

Zhong Heng just watched Zhu Shen's painting silently.

When he was still studying in Zall, Zhong Heng also saw Zhu Shen's paintings in this way.

At that time, Zhu Shen was competing on stage, and the topic was Warm Memories.That competition was perhaps the least valuable one that Zhu Shen participated in since he was a child, but what he drew was Zhong Heng's favorite painting.

It was a back view, and the person in the painting was wearing Drow's school uniform of white clothes and blue pants, standing upright by the window, opening half the window, staring at a pot of white hyacinths.

The painting looks very delicate, the use of light and shadow is extremely ingenious, the elegant colors are not thin, and every color is the reflection of Zhu Shen's heart.

The camera always favors beauties, without a doubt, Zhu Shen is the most dazzling one on stage.

Zhong Heng stared at the screen intently, as if some unrealistic fantasy bloomed in his heart.

But he still didn't watch the game in the end.Because He Xuan didn't know when she walked in front of him.

He Xuan came to him just to ask him for money.

The alimony that the Zhong family gave her was quite a lot, but He Xuan lived extravagantly and spent as much money as she could, and it was quickly used up.Ruyi Mountain is not available, but Zall can still come in, so when she is short of money, she will think of a son like Zhong Heng.

The Zhong family would only guarantee Zhong Heng's basic necessities, food, housing and transportation. I don't know if it was at the behest of the master, but when he was assigned to a servant's room, it would have already been deducted by other servants.Only Aunt Fang is kind-hearted and will secretly take care of him.

Therefore, Zhong Heng had no choice but to apply for scholarships and part-time extracurricular jobs to make his life less difficult.

When He Xuan came, Zhong Heng suddenly felt that he was not worthy to even look up, she dragged himself to the ground so abruptly and viciously.

Zhong Heng refused her, but she cursed loudly, everyone around looked at them, and even many people on the stage couldn't sit still and stretched their heads to look.

Zhong Heng had no choice but to pull He Xuan away, and when he looked at the screen for the last time, Zhu Shen was already coloring the man's back.

He Xuan pushed him: "What are you looking at? Can he still draw you?"

Zhong Heng lowered his head.

Yes.

That would never be him.

But people can't help having some unrealistic fantasies about themselves. It wasn't until later, when Zhu Shen was interviewed by the school newspaper, that he publicly stated that the painting was made for Bo Liang, and Zhong Heng crushed his throbbing hope.

The most ridiculous thing is that Bo Liang didn't accept Zhu Shen's "The Back View of the Hyacinth", but Zhong Heng carefully folded the school newspaper and put it in his secret box.

His secret is always related to only one person.

Thinking back to the present, Zhu Shen's sketch is almost finished, and Zhong Heng is still standing next to him, holding a glass of milk in his hand.

"For me?"

Zhong Heng shook his head: "It's cold."

Zhu Shen snatched the cup, raised his head and poured it into his mouth, the oncoming wind blew his hair slightly messy.

Zhong Heng once again stood at the wind, silently shielding him from the wind.

After drinking the milk, Zhu Shen tilted his head and looked at Zhong Heng.Zhong Heng was dressed in black and blended into the night, stars and light clouds floated behind him, and when he looked at himself, his deep eyes were much more beautiful than this dark night.

A beautiful night always sinks people unconsciously, Zhu Shen turned his head away and fixed his eyes on his sketch.

Zhong Heng laughed, Zhu Shen drank the milk too quickly, and there was still a faint milky white mark on the peak of his lips.

Seeing Zhong Heng look at him like this, Zhu Shen couldn't help it any longer, and asked him with a frown: "I heard you had a white moonlight before?"

Zhong Heng's smile froze, his breathing stagnated, his lips parted, his face was still calm, but a muffled thunder exploded in his heart.

Wait and wait.

He only heard him say in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

Zhu Shen clenched the milk glass tightly, his knuckles even turned white, "Very good."

It is the very early acquaintance with others, and the profound affection with others.

Zhong Heng stared at him, his eyes full of affection: "It's very good."

"I'm going to bed!" After saying this, Zhu Shen ran downstairs angrily.

Zhong Heng was a little surprised. Just as he was about to speak, Zhu Shen had already rushed downstairs.

So he had no choice but to go to the easel and take a peek at Zhu Shen's painting——

The dark green and light green are crumpled together, covering the whole paper.

This is……

Is abstraction a new way of painting?

Zhong Heng pursed his lips and had to admit that he couldn't understand Zhu Shen's paintings again.

The author has something to say: deep: grass, I think I might be green.What to do, wait online, urgent!!!

Heng Heng: I'm going to sign up for another class to catch up on abstract oil painting. What exactly is he painting...

Thank you Lan Erge for the fat house water and mines~