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After leaving the infirmary, the two walked along the flower bed outside the playground.

Zhu Shen recalled Zhong Heng's reaction inside just now, and asked him, "Why are you so familiar with the infirmary?"

Zhong Heng just wrote lightly: "I used to be on duty there."

Zhu Shen had never heard Zhong Heng talk about his past, and was curious for a moment, so he hurriedly asked, "Why?"

Zhong Heng glanced at him, then looked away, and said softly: "The teacher inside takes good care of me."

Zhu Shen said "Oh?", as if he wanted to hear Zhong Heng continue.

In fact, he heard from Aunt Fang that Zhong Heng had a bad cold when he was a sophomore in high school. He stayed in the infirmary for more than half a month, and the teachers took good care of him.Thinking of Zhong Heng's temperament of being grateful and repaying, it is not unusual to go to the infirmary to be on duty in the future.

But he didn't mind, Zhong Heng's bad cold was caused by riding a bicycle in the rain to buy things for others.

What to buy to ride your bike in the rain?

Who can give him so much attention?

Zhu Shen looked up at him, and suddenly wanted to ask, did that person visit Zhong Heng in the infirmary afterwards?Did he know that Zhong Heng had caught a cold for so long because of him being exposed to the rain?

He didn't know who he was grievances for, and what qualifications he had for grievances. When he recalled the unrequited crush that Zhong Heng mentioned, he couldn't help feeling sour.

But Zhong Heng at that time had nothing to do with him.

"It's nothing." Zhong Heng obviously didn't want to say more.

Zhu Shen pretended to be relaxed and smiled, stepping on his own shadow and asked Zhong Heng: "Then who did you learn massage from? The teacher inside?"

I was asking about the abdominal massage technique last night.

Zhong Heng paused and nodded slightly.

Zhu Shen also stopped, and suddenly squinted his eyes and asked him, "Who else did Zhong Sheng press?"

The tone is frivolous, but the eyes are tightly locked on Zhong Heng.

Zhong Heng didn't answer. He saw a group of students in white clothes and blue trousers running past him. For some reason, there was a soft light in his dark eyes.

Like nostalgia, but also like nostalgia.

"Ask you," Zhu Shen insisted on getting an answer, reached out and grabbed his sleeve corner, not allowing him to answer in silence, his eyes tightened, and asked again: "Who did you press?"

Zhong Heng was slightly stunned, and said to Zhu Shen: "Only you."

Zhu Shen hummed softly, and the two walked forward side by side again, bypassing the entire playground.

This is no longer the same atmosphere as when we came here. At this moment, one of them pursed his lips to suppress the smile on the corner of his mouth, and the other turned his eyes to the side and refused to look at the side again. The fresh smell in the air was also slightly sweet.

Walking and walking like this, I finally came to the art building.

Zhu Shen is no stranger to this art building. A stone in front of him is engraved with the word "Zhu" flying like a dragon. In fact, it was donated by Zhu's family to Zall ten years ago.

The art building is divided into the east building and the west building, separated by a small forest.There is a studio in the west building, which belongs to Zhu Shen.

Back then, Zhu Shen set his studio on fire and burned many of his oil paintings, almost scaring people to death.It was the Zhu family who wiped Zhu Shen's ass, so that this matter didn't become a big deal.

When passing by the office, the teacher recognized Zhu Shen in surprise, exchanged some pleasantries, then gently patted Zhu Shen on the shoulder, and gave him a key: "Would you like to visit your studio?"

Zhu Shen didn't answer, the teacher looked up at Zhong Heng, as if thinking of something, just about to speak, Zhong Heng helped Zhu Shen pick up the key: "Let's go."

With deep eyes and frowning, Zhu approached his studio. After a while, he took the key from Zhong Heng's hand and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, the studio has not been refurbished, and still retains the appearance after being burned by fire.It is probably because Zhu Shen is so rich in painting that even his studio is reserved by the school.Of course, the annual fire ban education must take Zhu Shen as a negative teaching material and take it as a warning.

There were still some insignificant paintings in the studio, which were covered with thick dust. Zhu Shen looked at them for a long time, as if they had passed away.After walking two steps, he squatted down and picked up the picture album closest to him on the ground, and was taken aback for a moment.

In the album, there are sky, clouds, flowers, and trees. The picture looks very lonely because there is no one.

It is precisely because there is no drawing of people that Zhu Shen didn't burn him back then.

Looking directly at his black history again, Zhu Shen couldn't help laughing, his face was slightly burning: "You talk about me, why was I so angry at the time."

He wanted to say something to adjust the atmosphere, but Zhong Heng's expression looked extremely solemn.

He knew who the person who was torn up was, and he also knew who the person who was burned was. He had passed by the east building countless times with a book in his hand, and rested in the small forest in the middle, in fact, just to meet Zhu Shen secretly.

The teaching building of the second year of high school is flush with the studio in the West Building. If Zhong Heng was sitting by the window and Zhu Shen opened the window of the studio when the weather was fine, he would probably be able to catch a glimpse of Zhu Shen painting.

From a long distance, across the timeline of nearly ten years, he can still recall Zhu Shen's focused eyes.

It just doesn't belong to him.

"It's not that I have a bad temper." Zhong Heng squatted down, gently stroking the blackened and dusty iron basin, as if he was sympathizing with Zhu Shen's mood at that time, he said in a low voice: "You are just too sad."

Zhu Shen was taken aback, his heart skipped half a beat, and he opened his eyes wide to look at Zhong Heng.

His eyes were bright, and there seemed to be something flickering inside, but he tilted his head to cover up, and said firmly: "I'm not sad, no one can make me sad."

Zhong Heng caressed the edge of the cold iron basin, concealed his noisy emotions, and said in a low voice, "That's fine too."

After all, no one can hurt you anymore.

Zhu Shen picked up another picture book, his hands trembling.This is his favorite picture book. It has painted the people he cared about most when he was young, and left many figures in his memories.It's a pity that the inside has been torn to pieces, leaving a pair of eyes that have not been erased.

Innocent and translucent, like a deer in the forest.

The painting is Jiang Yi, I don't know how much regret it has.

Zhu Shen didn't know why he seemed to have such deep feelings back then. Loving someone and hating someone seemed too simple.

He is like a young master who is used to being pampered, everything he does seems to be wrestling, and he doesn't allow himself to lose.

Not to allow myself to lose to someone I don't like at all.

However, there is no winning or losing in a relationship, and it took many years for Zhu Shen to understand this truth.

Turning his head, Zhong Heng was in a daze, Zhu Shen asked him: "What are you thinking?"

Zhong Heng closed the album, "Can you give this to me?"

Zhu Shen frowned: "You want this?"

Zhong Heng nodded seriously.

As soon as Zhu Shen let go, Zhong Heng took it carefully.I saw him carefully brushing off the dust on it, the white shirt was stained with dust, but he didn't care, instead he showed a relaxed expression.

The wreckage of the picture book in his hand is the epitome of Zhu Shen's youth. He has taken in Zhu Shen's past and carefully treasured it in his heart.

"Let's go." Zhu Shen took a last look at the studio, shook the key in his hand, and took a deep breath: "There is nothing to see here."

Zhong Heng pursed his thin lips and followed Zhu Shen.

When leaving the studio, Zhu Shen didn't know what came to mind, and said calmly: "Jiang Yi also wanted to learn painting from me before, but I said he was not worthy, he was sad for a long time and stopped talking to me, I was still happy."

Zhong Heng looked at him slowly, with dark currents in his eyes.

After closing the door, Zhu Shen sighed softly: "Many, many years have passed by now."

With a light click of the lock, the past was sealed in dust.

Zhu Shen suddenly said to Zhong Heng: "I want to eat cheesecake."

Zhong Heng nodded: "OK."

As soon as I walked outside the school gate, I smelled the fragrance from Fengji Dessert Shop opposite. It was still the same smell for decades, and it was considered a long time absence.

Zhu Shen was extremely dazzling in high school, and was loved by many people secretly, and the table hole was always full of snacks.He never ate anything in the table hole. Occasionally, when he had a stomach problem, he filled his stomach with a box of cheesecake, but he fell in love with it thoroughly.

Later, cheesecakes would appear in his table hole every now and then, and occasionally there would be stomach medicine and warm milk, so Zhu Shen put a post-it note in the table hole: "Thank you, let me know what you want to eat next time."

It's just that this person never told Zhu Shen his name, nor did he leave any contact information. Day after day, he stubbornly folded a heart out of red paper and carefully put it in the hole of his table.

Zhu Shen was so disturbed by this person that one day, he woke up early and made a special trip to stop him in class.

There is no one in the class, and the table hole is also empty.

He hid behind the door, waiting on the sidelines, ready to surprise the person who gave the cheesecake, and tell him, why do you want to hide if you like me, my young master allows you to like me!

Ten minutes later, he saw Bo Liang walking towards his class, holding a box of cheesecakes in his hand.

Zhu Shen was stunned.

"What are you doing hiding behind the door?" Bo Liang asked him with a smile.

Zhu Shen pointed to the cheesecake in his hand, his heart pounding: "This...is...for me?"

"Do you want to eat? Then I'll give it to you." Bo Liang handed him the cake, raised his hand and looked at his watch, and went to buy another one outside the school if he still had time.

"Bo Liang!" Zhu Shen suddenly stopped him, biting his lips, as if he couldn't ask anything.

Bo Liang stopped in his tracks, "Huh?"

Zhu Shen clenched his fists and asked him, "Can you break love?"

Bo Liang nodded with a smile, glanced at his watch, and said while running, "Yes, I will teach you next time."

Zhu Shen's heart was beating like thunder, and he stood there with his face covered in a smirk.

Unexpectedly, after searching for so long, it turned out to be a thin beam.

In fact, it’s hard to tell whether he likes to eat cheesecake because Bo Liang brought him cheesecake, or because he likes Bo Liang more because it’s cheesecake. Young feelings are always green and hazy but can’t stand scrutiny.

Why bother to knock it carefully, it's been a long time.

Perhaps it was because it was not school time yet, and there was not much business in the dessert shop. The proprietress was sitting on a chair shaking a fan, leisurely listening to the Four Seasons song played in a loop, the fan was shaking out the rhythm, showing a very comfortable look.

When the two came in, the proprietress squinted her eyes for a while, she obviously recognized Zhong Heng, and smiled at him: "Ah Heng? It's been a long time."

Zhong Heng bowed his head: "Yes."

Zhu Shen felt strange, "You used to come here often?"

Before Zhong Heng could speak, the proprietress said: "No, I remember when he was in high school, he came here every now and then to cheat for food and drink."

Zhu Shen couldn't believe it: "Is there such a thing?"

"No." Zhong Heng stopped the proprietress's chatter with a cold face: "Two cheesecakes, two glasses of milk, thank you."

The proprietress grinned and went to prepare.

But Zhu Shen became curious and insisted on digging into this history.It's just that no matter what he asked again, Zhong Heng didn't say anything.

After a while, the proprietress came up with desserts, Zhu Shen moved a chair, and asked the proprietress to sit down: "Please tell me in detail."

The proprietress hid her smile, and looked back at Zhong Heng, her eyes were about to drop ice.So she had no choice but to cover it up and said roughly: "He would buy a cheesecake from me every now and then and give it to someone else, and he also told me to pack it better."

Zhu Shen was dumbfounded, turned his head to look at Zhong Heng, and said quietly: "It's really unexpected."

Seeing that Zhu Shen didn't believe it, the proprietress waved her fan and said more and more vigorously: "I still remember one time, Ah Heng didn't bring any money, but was very worried that the man didn't eat breakfast, so he offered to help my son with homework to pay off the debt." Smiling deeply: "He really cares about that man."

Zhu Shen gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Another time!" The proprietress clapped her fan and said again: "It's night, and Ah Heng reminded me to prepare cheesecake the next day. It was raining heavily that day, so I told Ah Heng that there was no cheese, and asked him what else Is it possible. Ah Heng immediately rode his bicycle in the rain to the supermarket to buy cheese for me..."

Zhu Shen opened his eyes wide.

"Do you think this kid is stupid? After one supermarket sold out, he ran to another supermarket to buy. When he came back, he was soaked in water and his whole body was cold."

With a sore nose, Zhu Shen tilted his head to look at Zhong Heng.

Zhong Heng coughed lightly, "That's not the case."

The proprietress added: "When he came the next day he lost his voice and his head was very hot, but he insisted on giving the cake to someone else."

"You remember wrongly." Zhong Heng said coldly.

The proprietress looked at his cold eyes, gave him a secret wink, then turned around resolutely, and left this place of right and wrong.She buried her head in the cash register, turned up the volume of the stereo, and then acted as if she didn't hear anything outside the window.

For a while, the sound of the Four Seasons song lingered in the dessert shop.

"Spring is coming and the windows are full of green / The eldest girl embroidered mandarin ducks under the window / Suddenly there was a ruthless blow / The mandarin ducks were beaten on each side..."

Zhu Shen listened to the song, and followed Zhong Heng with relentless eyes: "I never thought Mr. Zhong would have such a past?"

Although the tone was teasing and there was a smile on his lips, but Zhu Shen couldn't laugh in his heart.

The first massage was all fake, this person didn't know how many times he gave cakes to others in high school, and unexpectedly, he even paid off his debts with tutoring lessons?Braving the rain to buy cheese?

Is it great to study?

That's how you get a bad cold, right?

Unexpectedly, Zhong Heng picked up the milk glass and asked him lightly: "Who doesn't have it?"

With a self-deprecating tone, he looked straight at Zhu Shen.

One sentence made Zhu Shen feel guilty, and buried his head.

Yes, no one has passed.

Zhu Shen clenched his fork tightly and ate the cake bit by bit.

The cake still has the original taste, soft and sweet, and melts in the mouth.

Zhong Heng pushed the milk to him, "Eat slowly."

But Zhu Shen ignored it, refusing to touch the glass of milk that Zhong Heng had touched, acting like a child.

After a while, Zhu Shen put down the fork and asked Zhong Heng casually, "What happened next? How did you and the cheesecake eater get along?"

Zhong Heng took a deep look at him, with a faint smile on his lips, and said as if taking it lightly: "It's nothing."

Zhu Shen was taken aback for a moment, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

Just as he was thinking, the bell on the door jingled, and the glass door was suddenly pushed open. Standing at the door was a capable professional woman with long black hair and walked to their desk on stiletto heels.

She smiled and said, "Why such a coincidence, so you are here, Ah Heng?"

Zhu Shen tilted his head, meeting the woman's eyes.

Although no one had introduced him, Zhu Shen recognized the person by instinct.

The woman nodded and smiled at Zhu Shen, and suddenly, the dessert shop smelled of gunpowder.

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