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Zhu Shen stayed with Moeen in the hospital for a week. Moeen didn't know if seeing Zhu Shen was in a good mood, and he even recovered faster than expected, and he would be discharged from the hospital soon.

As soon as Moeen was discharged from the hospital, Wu Xu knew that Zhu Shen would probably stay in the White House tonight, so he told him that his place had already been cleaned up and he could move in anytime.

Zhu Shen nodded.

Wu Xu added: "It's just that the warehouse next to it hasn't been processed yet. There are too many things in it. You won't know what to keep until you go."

In fact, many of them were Fu Yunzhi's relics. Wu Xu knew their significance to Zhu Shen, so he didn't dare to choose for Zhu Shen at will.

Having known each other for so many years, he knew Zhu Shen, and there was always a hurdle in his heart, a large part of which was related to Fu Yunzhi.

Zhu Shen said, "I'll clean it up when I'm free."

Wu Xu didn't know what to think of, and suddenly asked: "I heard from Xiaoyan that you were looking for some boxes and boxes, did you find them?"

Zhu Shen shook his head with a somewhat disappointed expression.

Ever since he learned that Zhongheng had given him a box when he left Yancheng, and he sent it back to Zhu's house with his luggage before he had time to look at it, something stuck in his heart.I thought it was just curiosity, but after thinking about it, it was not.

He Zhushen had never seen such a rare thing.Even in the past few years, there are countless gifts received at the birthday party every year, and it is not seen that all of them have been opened.

But he has never been so brooding and restless as he is now.

Wu Xu found it strange. He heard from Xiaoyan that Zhu Shen had left behind an important suitcase, and there was an incredible box in it, so he thought she was lying.It wasn't until I saw Zhu Shen's depressed expression with my own eyes that I realized it wasn't Xiaoyan who lied.

But some people really care.

"Who sent it?" Wu Xu asked him with a smile.

Zhu Shen gave him an elbow angrily: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't see it."

"Who said I didn't see it?" Wu Xu raised his eyebrows.

Zhu Shen was stunned, and looked up at him: "You... saw it?"

The tense tone was unprecedented.

Wu Xu said: "I put all the things I sent from Yancheng back then in your apartment, and I put all the things I couldn't fit into the warehouse of the white house. You have lived in the apartment for so long, but you haven't seen that box. Maybe it's in the white house. It’s not necessarily the warehouse—it’s just that I don’t know if there are any boxes you want in it.”

Zhu Shen's eyes lit up at once.

Seeing him like this, Wu Xu couldn't help asking, "Is it really important?"

With a smile on his lips, Zhu Shen didn't answer, and went straight to press the elevator in the inpatient department to pick up Moeen and leave the hospital.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Wu Xu shook his head helplessly.

Liz was worried about Moeen and hired a nanny for him at Moeen's house.Xu Shi knew that the two students were frightened by being hospitalized before, but this time, the stubborn old man unexpectedly did not object.

When we arrived at Moeen's house, the nanny had prepared lunch and had been waiting for a long time.

It is a rare Chinese food.

Moeen's eyes were straight.

Nanny Fina said: "My husband is Chinese, so I can cook a little Chinese food."

Liz asked Moeen: "What do you think?"

Moeen smiled and happily walked to the table to drink porridge.

Liz and Zhu Shen looked at each other, and Zhu Shen quietly gave a thumbs up, the senior sister still has a way.

Who doesn't know that Moeen, a master of oil painting in L country, loves Chinese food.

After finishing the meal, Moeen called Zhu Shen into the studio.

Liz couldn't help telling Moeen not to work too hard just after he was discharged from the hospital.

Moeen promised Liz like a good child: "Not drawing, just chatting."

Only then did Liz let the two of them go to the studio.

Liz was terrified when Moeen was hospitalized this time.She has no father and no mother, and she has been painting with Moeen since she was a child, and she has only Moeen as a relative, lest he have any mistakes.

In the past, it was Moeen who took care of her, and was both a teacher and a parent, but now it seems that she has a mother's heart.

Zhu Shen is different from Liz, his relationship with Moeen is more like a friend.

Moeen is like a wise elder who sees far and lives transparently. Whenever Zhu Shen comes to a crossroads, Moeen will always point out the maze for him.

Sitting face to face in the studio, Moeen took out a stack of photocopied papers from the drawer, which turned out to be Zhu Shen's paintings.

It was Moeen who asked Wu Xu to come.

He commented one by one, and finally told Zhu Shen that there was progress.

Zhu Shen looked at Moeen unexpectedly: "It's been a long time since anyone said I've made progress."

"Your bottleneck period is too long." Moeen blinked her dark blue eyes and said to Zhu Shen: "You shouldn't compare your skills now. You have learned how to sink your heart and feel things you didn't feel before. past emotion."

Zhu Shen stared at Moeen and lowered his head.

Moeen raised his hand, stroked Zhu Shen's head lightly, and said to him: "You are the most casual painter I have ever seen, your brush strokes are like the most innocent children in the world, any stroke that flows Emotions are not overshadowed by skill. I can see that you seem to be having a good time lately, right?"

Someone's appearance flashed past Zhu Shen's eyes, and Zhu Shen leaned back, raised his long legs, pretending to be relaxed, and said to Moeen, "If you can be healthy and healthy, I will be more healthy." hapiness."

Moeen smiled, keenly picking out the keyword: "Happier."

It means that he is indeed happy now.

Zhu Shen was taken aback.

Did he just say happier?

Seems to be.

Zhu Shen stood up, his cheeks were hot, and he was a little bit annoyed. Moeen hurriedly shouted to the outside: "Oh! Shen! I'm a patient!"

Liz knocked on the door soon: "Moeen, Shen, what are you doing?"

Moeen smiles.

Zhu Shen opened the door and spread his hands to show his innocence.

Moeen also shrugged, expressing ignorance.

Liz looked at Zhu Shen, then at Moeen, and finally laughed out loud: "You guys..."

All three laughed, with tears in their eyes.

Moeen gently said to Zhu Shen, "Be happy forever."

I wish a deep nose.

Alas, Moeen always sees everything clearly.

In the evening, Zhu Shen returned to the White House.

The White House is a pointed design with a snow-white roof and black-painted walls.The collision of the two colors gives people a solemn and solemn feeling.

The inside was indeed as Wu Xu said, clean and tidy.

——It's clean and empty, so quiet that it doesn't look like a home should be.

This house was bought by Fu Yunzhi and Zhu Shen when they came to L country. It has a minimalist style. Everything from the walls to the tables is white. It looks cold and lifeless.

Zhu Shen doesn't like this kind of decoration style. If he insists on saying that there is another house worthy of his nostalgia, it is probably Taoyuan.

Drinking ice in winter, smelling flowers in spring, and stargazing in summer, he was looking forward to what kind of surprises the peach garden in autumn would bring him.

Then he frowned again, the last emotion a person should have is anticipation.

Ever since he was a child, what has he been looking forward to that didn't turn out to be nothing in the end?

The large glass windows are actually the highlight of this house. Through the windows on the second floor, you can see a lush forest. However, Fu Yunzhi always likes to make this house gloomy.Zhu Shen opened the heavy curtains, and the sunlight shone in, slightly dazzling.He took the key and walked outside to the warehouse.

It has not been moved for several years, and the huge warehouse is covered with a lot of dust, and there is still a faint musty smell. As soon as Zhu Shen entered the door, he sneezed several times.

The hanging chandelier flickers on and off, and in the illuminated corner, you can see distinct spider webs, but it has only been seven years since you set foot here again, as if it has been a lifetime.

There are still many memories of his past here, but most of them are related to Fu Yunzhi, so most of them are not very good.

I still remember that in a certain winter, Fu Yunzhi pressed his head like crazy and dipped his whole body into the lake of heaven.

It's ridiculous to say that a name like Paradise Lake is warm and solemn. If Moeen hadn't discovered it in time, it would have almost become Zhu Shen's burial place.

It was November 14st [-] years ago, and the reason why I remember it so clearly is because it was his birthday.Zhu Shen taught himself without a teacher, and drew an ink painting. Fu Yunzhi took him out and took him to Paradise Lake.

There is a fine layer of ice on the lake, but it is not solid.His head was knocked lightly by Fu Yunzhi, the ice shattered, and the bone-chilling coolness hit him. Before he could do it suddenly, a lot of water poured into his nostrils.

The more Zhu Shen struggled and shouted, the stronger Fu Yunzhi became, as if he wanted to kill him.

In the ten years that followed, that day became Zhu Shen's eternal nightmare.

After that day, Fu Yunzhi was taken back to the country by members of Zhu's family. Mr. Zhu asked Zhu Shen if he wanted to go back, but Zhu Shen said that he wanted to paint.

Even though his legs trembled every day when he passed Paradise Lake, he still insisted on sketching by the lake with Moeen day after day.Because he wanted to be Fu Yunzhi's pride.

He knew that Fu Yunzhi seemed a little crazy, and his paintings were the only medicine that could make her more sober.

So it persisted.

Zhu Shen flicked on the flashlight and started rummaging again for what he was looking for.

The warehouse is very messy and the things piled up are very miscellaneous.Walking inside, on a row of shelves, Zhu Shen found a crimson diary, covered in a thick layer of dust, with the word "floating cloud" written on the title page and a picture of a cloud.

This is Fu Yunzhi's diary.

Zhu deep throat choked, gently wiped off the dust on the cover, and held it into his arms.

I continued to search, and I didn't know how long it took before I saw a black leather trolley case standing high on the shelf in the corner.

—Could it be it?

Zhu Shen raised his head towards the box, feeling a little hopeful in his heart.

Putting down the diary, he turned around and dragged two chairs from the side, put one on the table, and put the other on top of the previous chair, and then Zhu Shen slowly climbed up.

The shadow of the hanging lamp swayed, and the figure on the ground also swayed.

The chair on the shelf was not firm, it was crooked and loose, and Zhu Shen stood on tiptoe and straightened his arms, so that he would be able to reach the boxes on the shelf.

As soon as he reached out to touch the lever and wanted to pull it down with all his strength, the chair couldn't bear his strength, and fell down with a "wow", and Zhu Shen fell down along with him.

Severe pain struck suddenly, and Zhu Shen's mind went blank.

Instantly, blood gushed out from his knees.

The author has something to say: Thank you Dayuan Yanxi for Lei

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