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Zhong Heng carried Zhu Shen back into the white room and put him on the sofa, and he took advantage of the opportunity to sit by the sofa.

The windows were not closed tightly, and the curtains were gently lifted by the evening wind, and from time to time, a large amount of moonlight leaked into the house, slightly illuminating the room where only the dim wall lamps were on.Under the dim light, Zhu Shen gently placed his injured leg on the tea table, stood up, and looked at Zhong Heng.

In such dim light, he could only see the face of Zhong Heng, who was close at hand, but couldn't see the other person's expression clearly.

Zhong Heng stood up, cast his shadow on the white and empty wall, stretched for a long time, and asked, "Where is the lamp?"

Zhu Shen didn't dare to turn on the lights in the white room, for fear that if he could see clearly, those not-so-good memories of the past would appear before his eyes.

After thinking about it, he still took out a remote control from the crack of the sofa based on his memory, pressed it up twice, but there was no response, Zhu Shen shrugged: "It's broken."

Zhong Heng glanced at him and asked again: "Where is the medicine?"

Zhu Shen didn't speak, but stared at him directly.

Zhong Heng's voice softened a bit, "I need some medicine on my hand."

Zhu Shen wanted to say no, but he didn't say anything. He just pointed to the locker behind him, hoping Wu Xu could help him prepare.

Zhong Heng went to the cabinet.

Zhu Shen turned his head and tilted his head to look at Zhong Heng.

"It should be red." Zhu Shen reminded, he remembered this, after all, it was often used in the past.

Taking advantage of the dim light and the moonlight, Zhong Heng walked slowly towards that side, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and carefully identified the medicine bottle and the text label on the medicine bottle that said country L, and got it. Potion and swabs.

Sitting back beside Zhu Shen, Zhong Heng said, "Extend your hand."

Zhu Shen looked at the face unscrupulously, and slowly stretched out his hand to him.

Zhong Heng handed the mobile phone to Zhu Shen, Zhu Shen took the mobile phone and borrowed the light of the flashlight to illuminate Zhong Heng.

The wrist in Zhong Heng's hand was too thin, and after being hit by the beam of the flashlight, it even turned pale.Because the wound on the palm was not treated properly, it revealed a hideous scar.This is a very obvious scratch, which occupies about one-third of the palm, showing a shocking red, and even a deep dark red can be vaguely seen in the center, Zhong Heng couldn't help taking a breath when he saw it.Outside the white room earlier, the light was too dim, he hadn't seen it clearly yet, he didn't expect to be injured so badly.

——It's not that it was not handled properly, it was not handled at all.

So he is still painting in such pain these days?

Why can't I always learn to be better to myself?

Stretching Zhu Shen's palm straight, he dipped a cotton swab into some dark red liquid medicine. Zhong Heng lowered his head, squeezed the cotton swab, and wiped it gently on his hand.

When he was close to Zhu Shen's skin, the light of the phone suddenly turned to face Zhong Heng.Zhong Heng was blinded by the sudden strong light, pinched Zhu Shen's fingertips, and said softly, "Don't make trouble."

"I didn't make trouble." Probably because he was injured, Zhu Shen looked very well-behaved this night: "I want to see you clearly."

Zhong Heng was slightly stunned, and calmly turned Zhu Shen's hand in another direction: "I'm applying medicine to you."

As soon as he let go, Zhu Shen took a photo of Zhong Heng's face with his mobile phone.

Zhong Heng raised his head and looked at Zhu Shen against the strong light.

Zhu Shen said stubbornly, "But I want to see you clearly."

Zhong Heng rolled his Adam's apple, held his wrist, and lifted his hand holding the mobile phone up a little, so the light from the mobile phone poured down obliquely in front of Zhong Heng's head.

It illuminated Zhong Heng's face, and also illuminated Zhu Shen's injury.

Zhu Shen saw Zhong Heng gently applying the medicine to him. This action was too cautious, it didn't look like applying medicine, but it seemed to be completing some unfathomable embroidery craft.A cotton swab dipped in liquid medicine sewed up the wound on his palm little by little like a needle thread. Zhong Heng's eyes drooped slightly, looking too gentle and cautious.

Zhu Shen was surprised to catch a glimpse of Zhong Heng who was cold and stern, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitched a little, his fingers connected to his heart, and the subtle coolness of healing the wound spread all the way to his heart.

Zhong Heng pinched his hand and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Zhu Shen's mischievous little finger sticks out, the length is just enough to draw a circle on Zhong Heng's palm: "I won't hurt if you blow it on."

Zhong Heng was tickled by him, but unexpectedly heard a hint of coquettish surprise in Zhu Shen's voice, the movements of his hands became lighter, and his heart was soft to the touch.

Someone was blowing the wind in his hand, Zhu Shen shrunk his neck like a cat, then raised his head.The night wind outside the window flapped the curtains endlessly, and in a trance, he seemed to see the stars all over the sky outside the window the moment the curtains were lifted.

He had just exchanged a peach-flavored kiss with the person in front of him, under the stars, in the lush forest, when the shooting star was passing by.

Thinking of this, Zhu Shen's face gradually became hot.

"Does it still hurt?" Zhong Heng asked again.

Zhu Shen shook his head, but clasped his hand tightly and said, "It hurts to death."

The memories of Baiwu are actually not very good. He was starved and beaten here. When he was a child, he worked hard to paint to earn a little bit of mother's love.It's just that he has always been dull, and he always buries his injuries in his heart, never willing to tell others.

In fact, he had nothing to tell.

They came next to each other.

It's just that he didn't know why, but as soon as he came to Zhong Heng's side, he felt that he was injured a lot, as if everything hurt.

Zhong Heng put down the medicine, raised his head, straightened his body, hugged him tenderly, leaned his head on his shoulder, and coaxed softly, "It won't hurt in a while."

The restless beam of light on the top finally slowly descended, like the setting sun sinking into the sea, blocked in a lover's dreamland.

Zhu Shen was finally able to close his eyes with peace of mind, thousands of stars fell from his eyes, and he fell asleep.

He hasn't had a good night's sleep since he came to the White House, and now he can finally have a good rest.

Zhong Heng stiffened his back and did not dare to move. Hearing Zhu Shen's gentle breathing, his heart was filled with indescribable satisfaction.

Zhu Shen's cell phone, which was pressed on the sofa, was silently vibrating, and Zhong Heng frowned slightly. Afraid of disturbing Zhu Shen's sleep, he wanted to turn it off on his own initiative, but the moment he picked it up, he was stunned. up.

It's Thin Liang's call.

Zhong Heng glanced at Zhu Shen who was sleeping on his shoulder, hung up the phone cruelly, then carefully picked him up and walked to the back room.

After placing Zhu Shen on his own bed, Zhong Heng squatted beside the bed, quietly staring at his sleeping face under the moonlight.

This was the second time he had the opportunity to see Zhu Shen's sleeping face.It was in the infirmary before, when the two of them were still students, they didn't expect so many years to pass in a flash.

Zhu Shen was still defenseless, quiet and well-behaved like a child.

His hair is a bit long, and when he lowers his head, his facial features are tightly covered, leaving only a pointed chin. As a result, Zhong Heng often can't see his expression clearly, so naturally he can't understand what he is thinking .

It's easy to guess what Zhu Shen was thinking when he was young, all his joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys were related to that person, he hated why that person refused to share some love and affection with Zhu Shen, and secretly rejoiced like a bug in the gutter.

Zhong Heng pursed his lips lightly. He hated himself for not being upright, so he sighed in his heart, and slowly stretched his hand to Zhu Shen's forehead, gently brushing away the messy hair on his forehead.

The hair was parted, but the fingertips still did not want to let go, hovering in the air three millimeters away from the bridge of Zhu Shen's nose, and then descended, and stopped one millimeter away from his lips.

This millimeter is the distance that he cannot cross the boundary.Zhong Heng put his other hand on his lips, he thought he would probably remember this day forever.

It is difficult to get out, but this place does not belong to him after all.

After leaving the room, Zhong Heng waited for the call to come again, thinking that if Bao Liang called again, he would definitely not hang up.

It's just that he waited and waited, and Zhu Shen's cell phone didn't ring again all night.

At dawn, Zhu Shen woke up in his room.

This sleep was too full, and when I woke up, my back was sore and my back was sore, and my hands got better because of the potion.

Zhong Heng's voice came low from another room, as if he was on the phone.

After getting out of bed, he went to find Zhong Heng.

I heard that Zhong Heng was explaining to someone: "Keep the evidence, don't say anything. I'm in country L, so I'll talk about it when I go back."

Seeing that Zhu Shen got out of bed, Zhong Heng turned his head and explained to the other end of the phone, and then walked up to Zhu Shen.

"Wake you up?"

"No." Zhu Shen looked around, "Where's my phone?"

"The living room." Zhong Heng helped him out, "Shall I help you?"

Zhu Shen said slowly, "I don't have the strength."

A pair of eyes blinked at him with a smile.

It was obvious what he wanted.

Zhong Heng glanced at him, leaned slightly and said, "Come up."

So Zhu Shen reattached Zhong Heng's back as if he had no bones.

"Am I heavy?" Zhu Shen suddenly asked Zhong Heng when he was going down the stairs.

Zhong Heng shook his head and said, "You are too light."

Zhu Shen frowned: "Then who else have you recited?"

Zhong Heng shook his head, put Zhu Shen on the sofa, picked up the cell phone on the coffee table that he had been guarding almost all night, and handed it over, truthfully said: "After you fell asleep yesterday, Bo Liang called."

"Oh..." Zhu Shen responded softly and called back the missed call.

Zhong Heng stood motionless by the sofa and watched Zhu Shen dial the phone.

When he reacted and wanted to avoid it, Zhu Shen had already said: "Hello?"

It was Zhu Shen's usual lazy voice, like the first whisper when he just woke up in the morning, Zhong Heng turned around with a sullen face and was about to leave.He's expertly donning a grim pretense, just like before, but he falters.

Because Zhu Shen was calling his name.

"Why are you going?"

Zhong Heng paused on the spot, realized that this sentence was probably addressed to himself, and said, "The porridge is ready."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the kitchen without looking back.

Walking hurriedly, Zhu Shen frowned.

By the time he walked back to the living room with a bowl of millet porridge, Zhu Shen had also finished calling.

He blew, put the bowl in front of Zhu Shen, sat down and said, "Taste."

Zhu Shen's eyes lit up: "Where did you get the millet?"

I remember that there is no millet in the White House, and the nearest supermarket has to be driven for 10 minutes to get there. Zhong Heng should not be able to find it when he first arrives.

Zhong Heng didn't answer, and while stirring the bowl with a spoon, he blew on the porridge and noodles, obviously avoiding the question.

Zhu Shen looked around and caught a glimpse of Zhong Heng's black trolley case: "Could you bring it from Yancheng?"

Zhong Heng paused and coughed lightly: "It's time to drink."

Zhu Shen was slightly taken aback: "Is it just to come and make porridge for me?"

Zhong Heng stood up, his expression became a little unnatural, he looked out of the window, and said in a low voice: "Aunt Fang let it go, she was worried that you would not eat well."

Zhu Shen bit his spoon and smiled, and said to Zhong Heng, "Then thank you, Aunt Fang, for helping me."

Zhong Heng let out a "hmm", turned on the computer, and started processing emails.

In order to be able to come here, I went to Zhu Shen. He didn't sleep much during the few days in Yancheng, and he piled up the urgent work and dealt with it.

I thought he would be very tired, but all the exhaustion disappeared the moment I saw Zhu Shen.

Seeing that Zhu Shen had followed his heart, a kiss under the moonlight and a beautiful touch in the dark were not a dream.

What more could he ask for.

He felt that he had gotten too much.

But what can be done, he is obviously not a greedy person, only when he sees Zhu Shen can he ask for something, ask for more.

While drinking porridge, Zhu Shen looked at Zhong Heng's work and couldn't help laughing.

Who said that he was as cold as ice, but he clearly had a heart like spring rain, soft and gentle, but because he was not good at words, he fell into the cold wind, so everyone couldn't see it.

Everyone can't see it, but he can see it clearly.

Zhu Shen felt that he was probably about to fall this time.Just being planted in this spring rain and having a long dream that I don't want to wake up seems not bad.

The author has something to say: harm!To tell you the truth, I have been dreaming about the next book I’m going to write, Gu Tan, and the little dragon king is pulling my sleeve and asking when it’s his turn to have sweet love.I was very guilty, and told him like lying to a child that you wait, it’s coming soon (I also lied to him in the last book.

The original plan was to complete the only one at the end of the month, but I think it's too much for my hand speed.

But I have already figured out how to end the ending and how to write the extra episode, but it's a pity that my hand speed is still a younger brother ==

The ending is always infinitely staged in my mind, but I just can't write it! ! !I hate!

If only I could lend you Kangkang my brains!I'm thinking about farts! !

Thanks to Mintian and Yagyu's Fox for mine~

Thanks to Qi Zuiya, Qingshan See Me, Neighing, YY, ibkzht. Fat House Water~