unique

Zhu Shen didn't know how long he squinted.When he woke up, he was still in the car, but the car was no longer on the road.

It was pitch black, with only a slight light in front of him. He rubbed his eyes, and when his vision was completely clear, he realized that he was in the garage.

Zhu Shen stretched his neck, looked to the side, and found that Zhong Heng was looking at him without saying a word.

Seeing Zhu Shen looking back at him, Zhong Heng closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "You're awake."

"How long have I slept?"

"Two hours."

Zhu Shen was shocked, and looked at his phone again, it was already 10:30.He said with reproach: "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You didn't have a nightmare." Zhong Heng only said this, then opened the car door, and walked down on his own.

Zhu Shen was shocked head-on by the cold wind that poured into the car, and then he remembered his warning before going to bed, secretly thinking that this person is really a piece of wood, and he doesn't know how to adapt.

It is estimated that even if the fire burns to the eyebrows, as long as he does not have nightmares, Zhong Heng will not wake him up.

When Zhu Shen walked out of the garage, by the light and shadow of the street lamps, he found that the ground was covered with a layer of white snow, and the marks left by the wheels driving in were covered by the snow, leaving only a slight mark.

When he raised his head again and caught up with Zhong Heng, he looked around a little, and a courtyard villa was standing straight in front of his eyes.

Zhu Shen couldn't help but his eyes lit up: "Is this your home?"

Zhong Heng nodded and moved his lips, as if he was satisfied with the description of "home".

"Not bad." Zhu Shen commented.

More than good.

This place is called Taoyuan, with green tiles and white walls, flying eaves and bucket arches, snow falling in the sky, snow falling in the clear pool, it really looks like a paradise.

Zhu Shen fell in love with it at a glance.

His oil painting style is self-contained, with a bit of western romance and a bit of oriental freehand brushwork. He likes to use light and shadow, and emphasizes poetry and emotion.Glancing at the yard through the heavy snow curtain, Zhu Shen couldn't help thinking, when the snow stopped, a corner of the sun shot out from the thick and cold darkness, and fell on the ground, and when it fell into the yard, what would happen? What a beauty.

Just as he was thinking, Zhong Heng opened the umbrella and led him inside.Push open the door, facing Jingying Wall.The front yard of this yard is open, the middle yard is bright, and the back yard is quiet. The main color of plain tone contains the emotion of landscape and splashing ink, plum blossoms proud of snow, winding paths leading to seclusion, and one step at a time.Raising his head, Zhu Shen saw layers of snow accumulated on the hollowed-out blue tiles, and a wide platform was formed on the top connecting with the roof of another courtyard.Going forward, the wind and rain are connected to the corridor, and there is a hazy sense of elegance in the snow.

Zhong Heng put away the umbrella and walked indoors. There was a table, a chair, a glass and a glass, all of which were exquisite.

"You've been living here?" Zhu Shen asked him.

"I don't live there often. I have an apartment near the company." Zhong Heng poured Zhu Shen a cup of hot water, turned around and poured another cup, and said to him, "You will live here from now on."

Zhu Shen squinted his eyes and looked at this exquisite courtyard. Looking outside through the floor-to-ceiling glass, this place is really beautiful. It doesn't look like a new home for the elders, but rather like a golden house where Zhong Heng used to hide his beauty.

"Isn't it suitable for me to live here?" Zhu Shen held the cup and took a sip of warm water to warm his stomach a little.

Zhong Heng looked at him, put down the cup, his eyes were dim and unclear: "You don't like it?"

"It's not that I don't like it."

After the two got married, the agreement was clearly made, and they jointly acted in front of their parents' elders. Zhong Heng wanted equity, and Zhu Shen wanted to be quiet.After marriage, no one is in the way of anyone, it's time to have fun, it's time to have fun, and two years later, it will be broken up immediately, and it will be said to the outside world that it is a feeling of discord.Anyway, there are so many discordant couples in the world, who can remember them for long.

It's just that Zhu Shen made a little request. After all, they are all influential figures in Yancheng, and Zhong Heng can't blatantly cuckold him.

When Zhong Heng frowned and said he would not.

Later, he also taught Zhong Heng a lot of ways to have fun, where the wine in the clubhouse is delicious, where the company's models are good-looking, and he looks like a playboy.But Zhu Shen heard it all from his indifferent friends, thinking that Zhong Heng would be interested, but Zhong Heng had a sullen face and looked very unhappy.

"I really don't think it's appropriate." Zhu Shen looked around the house and said.

After all, he and Zhong Heng are just a simple partner, and he often flies abroad, occupying such a good yard for nothing, what will he think in the future.

He put down the cup, still holding the watch box in his hand, thinking that this will be returned to others in the future.

I thought that Zhong Heng would be grateful if he knew the general situation like this, but Zhong Heng stood up with a livid face, and said coldly: "You live here."

After all, Zhu Shen quickly followed suit, "Then where do I live?"

Zhong Heng took him to the second floor.

The room on the left is his, and the one on the right is Zhong Heng's. Follow the stairs and there is a small attic.

"What is this little attic for?"

Zhong Heng pushed the door open, and Zhu Shen's eyes lit up.

Snowflakes are falling in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, silent but amazingly beautiful.This attic has a lot of space, and the decoration is simple but not monotonous.What caught the eye was a huge painting table, on which painting tools were placed in an orderly manner, everything that one expects to find.In front of the painting table is a wooden table, a sofa, two wooden chairs, and a floor lamp.

Obviously, this is a studio.

Zhu Shen raised his eyes, obviously happy, "Give it to me?"

"Aunt Fang prepared it." Zhong Heng said.

Probably the servants of the house.Zhu Shen smiled softly: "Thank you, Aunt Fang, for me."

"Thank you yourself tomorrow." Zhong Heng walked down the stairs.

Zhu Shen stood in front of the window and looked out of the window. There were no obstacles, which showed that the lighting in this studio was very good.You can vaguely see the distant mountains covered in silver, Zhu Shen raised the corner of his mouth and said to the door with a raised voice, "Thank you."

Zhong Heng's voice came from below: "No need."

Still indifferent, Zhu Shen walked down and said good night to him.

This night, Zhu Shen still didn't sleep well.

It was the dream from before, he drowned in that icy lake.No one came to save him until his death.

Zhu Shen took a pill in his mouth, got out of bed, opened the curtain, and the snow stopped.

The snow in the vestibule was swept away, and the snow in the Fangchi also turned into water.

As soon as Zhu Shen came downstairs, he saw a woman in a dark blue dress with a bun. She was in her fifties, and she must be Aunt Fang.

She came over with a smile on her face: "I don't know when you will wake up. I didn't dare to bring out the porridge because I was afraid it would be cold. Sit for a while, and I'll get it for you."

When Zhu Shen heard that he was going to eat again, he couldn't help but started to have a headache, and stopped Aunt Fang again: "Auntie, wait, I'm not hungry yet."

Aunt Fang said softly: "Ah Heng knew you would say that, and told me to strictly supervise. If you don't eat on time, he will call Mr. Zhu."

"..." Zhu Shen really couldn't imagine how the indifferent Zhong Heng told his grandfather to tell him not to eat.

But the old man... seems to have a great preference for Zhong Heng, and he was the one who tried his best to promote this marriage at that time.

Zhu Shen just couldn't figure out how the wooden man got his grandfather's liking.

His grandfather had already been lifted out, so Zhu Shen had no choice but to show him some face.

Mushroom buns and millet porridge are all his favorites in the past.

Aunt Fang happily watched Zhu Shen sip and began to eat. Zhu Shen, hindered by her loving gaze, asked her to sit in front of her: "Why don't you talk to me?"

Aunt Fang nodded and sat down.

Zhu Shen has been able to please his elders since he was a child, and Aunt Fang's son is also about the same age as Zhu Shen, and they have become acquainted with each other after a while.

Only then did Zhu Shen realize that Aunt Fang was a member of Zhong Zhai before, and she watched Zhong Heng grow up.Later, Zhong Heng went out to study in university and never saw him again. It was not until after he graduated from university that Mr. Zhong took orders in a critical situation that he returned to the Zhong residence.

But he didn't live in Zhong Zhai, he bought an apartment next to the company, and he usually lives there.Aunt Fang had a deep affection for him, so she invited her to follow him and take care of his daily life.

"Then this courtyard is—"

"Ah Heng bought this three years ago," she looked up at Zhu Shen, and couldn't help laughing.

Zhu Shen asked again: "No one lived here?"

"Aheng is usually very busy, so he seldom comes to live here. Even if he does come here, it's just to add some furniture."

Zhu Shen looked around the huge house, a little in awe: "He picked all the things here?"

Aunt Fang nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, these things were all chosen by Ah Heng. At that time, the designer prepared several sets of design styles for him, and he asked them to modify them no less than ten times before they came here."

"For Ah Heng, this is home." Aunt Fang said meaningfully.

Zhu Shen was silent for a while, not knowing how to answer, so Aunt Fang had to say, "Thank you for decorating the attic studio for me, I like it very much."

Aunt Fang showed doubts: "Attic? That's not Ah Heng..."

"What?" Zhu Shen said, "He wants me to thank you."

Aunt Fang immediately understood, and the scene of Zhong Heng's awkward refusal to tell the truth appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help laughing even more: "You're welcome, you're welcome..."

The two chatted for a while, and Zhu Shen said that he really couldn't eat anymore.

Aunt Fang saw that he only ate half a mushroom bun and two mouthfuls of millet porridge.Just as he was about to speak, he saw that Zhu Shen had already pushed away his chair and ran upstairs: "I'm going to draw—"

Confused by his appearance, Aunt Fang had no choice but to remind her: "...you slow down!"

Zhu Shen rubbed his stomach and thought, it was too difficult to survive in the Zhong family.

Eating is a hurdle.

The studio during the day was even more beautiful than he had imagined.

The light here is very good, and the outline of the distant mountains has become much clearer in front of the window.He opened the window and saw the shorter cornices, the snow had melted, and the meandering snow water merged into water droplets, falling drop by drop along the corners of the cornices.Tick-tock, he seemed to be able to hear it.

Looking down, a row of plum trees that had won the fight against Shuangxue stood proudly underneath. The tangy plum fragrance mixed with the coldness made him flinch involuntarily.

He reluctantly closed the window, spread out the drawing paper and began to sketch at will.

The sky after snow is unprecedentedly clear.

He only sketched the shape with a pencil, and then started to color it.

Aunt Fang prepared very good painting tools, good paints, and good brushes, all of which he was used to.After adjusting the colors, he simply started drafting on the drawing paper.

Start painting from the brightest part, and make sure the color of the picture is clean.The clouds irradiated by the sun are illusoryly hooked into cloud shadows in the sky, showing bright colors.

The smile at the corner of Zhu Shen's mouth slowly picked up. At this time, the color in his eyes was vivid and vivid which was rarely seen in recent years.

Thoughts are not shackles, colors are not shackles, the place where the brush reaches is free and flexible.

Then he began to paint the shadow of the cloud, which is the transition point of the tone, and the color of the whole painting changes from the brightest place to the darkest place.Zhu Shen adjusted the color and went to deal with the shadows under the clouds. As soon as he moved the brush, a red color suddenly appeared on the drawing paper.

He looked at his paintbrush in disbelief, his hands trembling.

The ink on the brush is dark blue.

It can be painted bright red.

In an instant, Zhu Shen's thoughts suddenly stopped, and all the colors on the drawing paper were distorted and fell into a gray one.

His pupils were a little slack, he picked up the paintbrush and threw it vigorously on the drawing paper, the wet paint stained on the bristles of the brush ruthlessly polluted the drawing paper, leaving glaring marks.

Now, Zhu Shen couldn't see any color clearly.

He smiled coolly, unexpectedly, after walking for so long, he still couldn't get out of his shadow.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

One, two, broke the silence of the room.