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"Why didn't you tell me when you came?" Zhu Shen asked Zhong Heng.

Zhong Heng stared down at his bandage-wrapped knee, and said in a low tone, "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?"

Unexpectedly blocked by Zhong Heng's words, Zhu Shen suddenly touched the support frame next to him guilty, thought for a while, and said, "It doesn't hurt very much."

Zhong Heng stared at him closely: "How did you do it?"

"It fell." Zhu Shen coughed lightly, unwilling to elaborate further.If it was to find a box from seven years ago and put himself in such a mess, he really couldn't tell Zhong Heng.

Knowing that the song keeps ringing, the wind blows, the curtain of the heart is lifted, and the secret inside can be seen again for a while.

The two stood in the forest and looked up at the starry sky.

Zhu Shen tilted his head and quietly looked at Zhong Heng's side face. The distant sky was as deep as Zhong Heng's eyes, and a star was a secret.

With the corner of his mouth curled up, the paintbrush in his hand still retains the warmth of Zhong Heng's palm, Zhu Shen suddenly asked him: "Why did you come?"

Zhong Heng glanced at him, "You want candy."

Zhu Shen frowned: "Just for this?"

Of course it's not just for this.

It's just that this is probably the only thing that can be said.

Seeing that Zhong Heng didn't answer, Zhu Shen suddenly had a lot of guesses in his heart.

But neither is good.

The tide that came to my heart earlier receded slowly, even Xingzi who blinked slyly seemed to be laughing at him for being passionate again.

Zhu Shen lowered his head, held up the palette, and casually began to adjust the colors.

Zhong Heng glanced at the bandage wrapped around his leg, and pursed his thin lips.

After adjusting the satisfactory color, Zhu Shen held the brush and started to paint.

Zhong Heng stood beside him like a high wall of silence. Zhu Shen was skillful in his movements, but he was viciously chewing the bubble gum that was gradually losing its sweetness.

Like a wrestling under the starry night, the two are facing each other with their backs, each holding an invisible rope, and a mirror hangs in the center of the rope, which can learn from people's hearts.

So they tried hard one after another, trying to pull the mirror in front of themselves, trying to find each other's true face through the mirror.

Don't blame everything for being so careful and step by step, because both of them feel that they can't afford to lose.

Suddenly, Zhong Heng said, "It's me."

Zhu Shen's heart beat half a beat slower, his colored hands trembled slightly, and all his attention was focused on his ears.

Zhong Heng said, "It's me who wants to deliver candy."

Zhu Shen couldn't help smiling, and gave the brush to Zhong Heng, thinking to himself that this person is really cunning.

Zhong Heng held the paintbrush for a moment, and Zhu Shen asked him, "Can you draw?"

Zhong Heng shook his head.

"Want to learn from me?"

Zhong Heng looked at Zhu Shen almost obsessively, nodded slightly, and rolled his Adam's apple.

Standing in front of the easel, Zhong Heng's hand had just clenched the paintbrush when it was wrapped tightly by Zhu Shen's palm.

Zhu Shen's hand was slightly smaller than Zhong Heng's, and he led Zhong Heng to dip some color with the pen, and then waved it on the canvas.

The moment his palm came up, Zhong Heng saw the wound on Zhu Shen's palm, and frowned slightly: "How did it hurt?"

He injured it when he fell down in the warehouse the day before yesterday. He bandaged his leg in the hospital, but when he got home, he realized later that the palm of his hand was also worn out.

It didn't hurt to the point where it couldn't move, so it didn't deal with it and let it grow wildly.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Heng saw it at a glance.

"Concentrate." Zhu Shen pressed his fingers hard: "I'm teaching you."

After highlighting the two stars on the canvas, Zhong Heng couldn't help but look back at Zhu Shen, and asked again, "Does it hurt?"

Zhu Shen was taken aback, and before he could react, Zhong Heng pulled his hand away.The latter put down the paintbrush, straightened his hand, and gently pinched his fingertips.

Zhu Shen watched Zhong Heng lower his head, and gently pressed his lips against his palm.

Before he could speak, Zhong Heng blew on his palm.

Zhu Shen dodged subconsciously, but Zhong Heng pinched his fingertips tightly.

Immediately afterwards, Zhong Heng blew on the wound again.

Zhu Shen didn't dare to move, his whole body froze.

It was hard to explain how he felt when the warm air was blowing on his palm, after all his mind was blank.When Zhong Heng raised his head, Zhu Shen held his hand tightly.

Palm to palm, finger to finger.

Gradually, Zhu Shen clasped Zhong Heng's hand tightly, and the hands of the two were like a closed shell, and both of them were close together.

Zhong Heng frowned deeply: "You will hurt."

"But I want to remember."

Under the moon, Zhu Shen said in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear: "Zhong Heng, no matter why you came here." His voice was lower again, and he said, "I am very happy to meet you."

What else does he care about.

Zhong Heng's heart seemed to be pinched, and he was a little at a loss, it was clearly a dark night, but his whole body seemed to be exposed|exposed to the sunlight.

His secrets have taken root and sprouted, and will break out against the sun.

Staring into Zhu Shen's eyes with hooks, he was unable to make a rational risk analysis, and even felt that the secret that had been entwined in his heart for decades had been uncovered.

"En." Zhong Heng replied in a low voice.

This night, something seemed to have changed quietly.

"Do you like that picture?" Zhu Shen asked the picture of peach blossoms.Speaking of which, when he received Wu Xu's phone call that day, he was a little distracted and didn't care about anything else.

The sender didn't even get a comment from the receiver.

"I like it." Zhong Heng's voice was hoarse.

Zhu Shen blew a bubble near Zhong Heng's ear, and the warm breath he exhaled soundlessly fell beside his ear.From the corner of the eye, I saw that the paintbrush seemed to have fallen into the grass, and a corner of black and blue was faintly exposed, giving the green grass a new color, but those seemed to be unimportant.

Zhu Shen took the paper and spit out the bubble gum.

He said, "Well, I want to reward you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his lips touched Zhong Heng's.

It was a superficial kiss, and the two fell apart instantly, but the sweet fragrance of peach blossomed between their lips and teeth.

Under the moonlight, the black clothes were clinging to the white robes, and the cicadas were singing endlessly, just like a moonlight sonata.They came separately from the time of erroneous circumstances, and finally met briefly on this night.

When they parted, Zhu Shen lowered his head, and Zhong Heng looked away.

No one said anything, and no one looked at each other again.

The blush on her cheeks that couldn't be hidden was faintly visible under the bright stars.

Another meteor streaked across the sky, and Zhu Shen pointed to the sky: "Hurry up and make a wish."

Seeing that Zhong Heng was motionless, Zhu Shen said again: "I just agreed."

Zhong Heng's voice became even hoarse: "What did you promise?"

Zhu Shen bent his eyes, "I won't tell you."

[If I can see him tonight, I must kiss him. 】

Zhong Heng had no choice but to close his eyes.

[Bless tonight is not a dream. 】

He opened his eyes.

"What did you promise?"

Zhong Heng imitated him: "Secret it."

"Boring." Zhu Shen lightly kicked the toe of Zhong Heng's shoe: "Carry me back."

"Aren't you drawing?"

"Draw again tomorrow!"

Zhong Heng carried Zhu Shen on his shoulders.

Zhu Shen was very light, and gently wrapped his hands around Zhong Heng's neck, and blew into Zhong Heng's ear.

Zhong Heng's back was visibly stiff: "Xiao Shi, don't make trouble."

Zhu Shen kicked his legs dishonestly, "It's going to make trouble."

Zhong Heng had nothing to do with him, so he had to carefully hold his legs and lift him up.

Zhu Shen's knee was still aching, but Ren was still smiling, and asked Zhong Heng: "Do you think I'm capricious now?"

"No."

"Really not?"

Zhong Heng said to him: "I hope you will always be willful."

Zhu Shen rested his forehead on Zhong Heng's shoulder, and let out a muffled "hmm".

Zhong Heng laughed silently, his eyes were gentler than moonlight.

The shooting star passed by, fulfilling the dreams of the two of them tonight.

The author has something to say: the scene I want to write the most is finally written, I hope you like it~