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As soon as he returned to Taoyuan, Zhu Shen couldn't wait to run back to his room, and began to search for their postnuptial contract.

He has a bad memory and always loses everything, and he is looking for it in a hurry, which can be regarded as a reward for the world.

Standing downstairs, Zhong Heng looked up at Zhu Shen's back hurriedly going upstairs, couldn't help smiling, then walked slowly back to his bedroom holding the photo sticker in his pocket.

Pushing open the door of the bookcase, like the usual collections related to Zhu Shen, this is their destination.

After turning on the light, Zhong Heng picked up a leather photo album on the wall cabinet, patted the dust that did not exist on it, and then carefully flipped through it.This photo album regularly stacks photos of Zhu Shen from zero to eight years old in order of age, some of which were given to him by the old man Zhu, and more were cut out by him from various old newspapers.

He is like a crazy stamp collector. Every stamp he collects is a piece of Zhu Shen's past, trying to make up for the time when he was not by his side.In other words, he is a devout believer of Zhu Shen, and all the thick leather photo albums displayed on the closet are his Bibles.

He relies on this to keep warm, and he also lingers on here.

His movements of flipping through the photo album were very small, his voice was very soft, and he paused for more than ten seconds on each page, as if he was carefully reading an obscure anthology, but his appearance looked extremely Enjoyable, focused and gentle.Turning to the last page of the photo album, he finally inserted the photo that he got today.

Zhong Heng couldn't help reaching out his hand to cover it, separated by a layer of transparent paper, as if he was stroking their first meeting.

At such a small size, the eyes are already very attractive, and he grinned, looking heartless and innocent.

After thinking about it, Zhong Heng took up a pen and wrote a note and pasted it next to the photo. The font was calm and vigorous, which was quite a bit like his own charm.

What was written was——

This was given to me by Xiaoshi.

Inexplicably with a trace of pride.

I looked at it, but I was still reluctant to close the album.

Zhu Shen, who was separated by a room, finally found his own contract, got carried away for a while, ran to Zhong Heng's bedroom in a hurry, and broke in without even knocking on the door.

After entering the door, he didn't see Zhong Heng. Zhu Shen thought that Zhong Heng had gone to take a bath, so he didn't hear the slightest sound. He smiled and thought that Zhong Heng took a bath in silence.

In an instant, he blushed again, wondering what he was doing in the shower!

He waited in the room, and suddenly heard a "crash".

The wall moved, and the door of the bookcase was pulled open.

Looking up, I saw Zhong Heng coming out from behind the bookcase.Zhu Shen immediately stood up, opened his mouth, with a look of surprise on his face, only to realize that the wall of the cabinet turned out to be a door.

Zhong Heng was completely stunned in place, his forehead was sweating, his thin lips were tight, his hands that gently touched the photo album trembled slightly, he never seemed so nervous.

After a pause, Zhu Shen smiled and walked towards him, exclaiming, "So there is another room here?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhong Heng's expression changed, and he immediately closed the door behind him.

He planned to keep the secret of that house until his death, for fear that Zhu Shen would get a glimpse of it.

He once heard that Zhu Shen rejected the confession of people who came by in disgust, saying that he hated others who deliberately approached him.So Zhong Heng remembered it in his heart.

Yu Zhushen, is he more than just deliberate?

There are so many paths for secret love, but every step he takes is walking on thin ice.

How could there be so many chances in the world, this marriage was the result of all his efforts in dealing with Zhu Zhong and his elders, and he couldn't afford to bet on any mistakes.

Before Zhu Shen could take a quick look inside, he heard a "crash", and all the secrets passed him by.Zhong Heng pulled the door so hard that even the books on the cabinet shook slightly.

Zhu Shen looked up at the situation, then glanced at the opponent's tight fist, and the smile froze on his lips.

Song Shan was right, Zhong Heng had something to hide from him.he thinks.

Zhong Heng, who had concealed the secret, finally regained his composure, let go, and looked at the contract in Zhu Shen's hand as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the table while talking: "Found it?"

Zhu Shen was silent.

"Xiao Shi?" Zhong Heng stopped and called him, his eyes were deep.

"I found it." Zhu Shen had no choice but to turn around and follow, and asked, "Where's your share?"

Just as Zhong Heng was about to speak, he heard his cell phone ringing, and hurriedly pointed to the table, motioning for Zhu Shen to come and get it.

Zhu Shen nodded and sat on his chair.

Zhong Heng's desktop was tidy and tidy, and there were only two stacks of documents and a laptop on it.

Zhu Shen saw their contract without any effort, and it was obvious that Zhong Heng had placed it in advance.He picked it up and saw that the contract was rolled up with a small corner and fastened with a few paper clips. The handwriting on the corner of the paper was a little lighter than his copy, as if it was often read by someone.

Thinking of this, Zhu Shen couldn't help but look up at Zhong Heng who was leaning against the window and talking on the phone.

Does he often read this contract?

And in what mood?

The heavy curtains were not drawn, and the moonlight streamed in through a thin layer of window screens and fell on Zhong Heng's body. It was only a very light layer, but it enveloped Zhong Heng's body with indescribable softness.The indoor light blended perfectly with the outdoor light and shadow, Zhong Heng half rolled up his sleeves, lowered his head slightly, the light reflected on his cheeks, but made his face appear more deep and three-dimensional.

Zhu Shen couldn't understand what he said on the phone, but just seeing his calm expression when he spoke, he thought, if the sky fell in front of him, he would probably just roll up his sleeves lightly and calmly propped up.

It's charming.

Then why were you so panicked just now?

Zhu Shen thought about the problem, and with a pause, the two contracts in his hand fell to the keyboard of the laptop that was not closed, and the screen instantly turned on.

Only then did Zhu Shen recover from the beauty and moonlight, and he lowered his head to sort out the contract, but accidentally scanned Zhong Heng's email summary on the screen.

With a quick glance, he only saw a few names, which already made him frown.

Before he could take a closer look, Zhong Heng just finished calling and walked towards him.

There was apology in Zhong Heng's words: "It's about the company."

Zhu Shen clenched the contract and smiled at him: "It doesn't matter."

He walked forward quickly and held Zhong Heng's hand tightly, suddenly felt palpitations, as if he was afraid of losing something.

It's bad.

Pushing open the door, he eagerly pulled Zhong Heng out, towards the world he knew well.

"Where?"

Although the tone was questioning, Zhong Heng didn't hesitate at all, and followed Zhu Shen up the stairs without stopping.

"You'll know when you get there." Zhu Shen pulled Zhong Heng up to the rooftop.

The wind on the roof was very strong, Zhu's dark and light-colored loose clothes fluttered with the wind, and the wind from all sides surrounded the two of them.Being blown by such a wind, I think I can forget myself for a while.

Zhu Shen is no stranger to this place, he had painted peach blossoms here a few months ago, and he wanted to keep the blooming period for the person in front of him to take a look.Thinking back then, he was a little moved, right?Otherwise, there are so many people who want to see peach blossoms and miss the flowering period, why does he only care about Zhong Heng?

What about Zhong Heng?

Zhu Shen held him tightly.

The peach blossoms have been withering for several months, and the dim street lamps below cast dark shadows, all of which are peach trees with green hijabs.

Zhu Shen looked at Zhong Heng and smiled slightly, swept the corner of his eyes, and pointed at a metal basin.

Zhong Heng saw what he meant.

"I wanted to tear it up," Zhu Shen said, "but I think it's more ceremonial to burn it."

It seems that their relationship can be confirmed only when they see them disappear and can no longer be put together again.

Although it is absurd, despite different paths, after a pot of fire, they seem to be able to return together.

With a sound of "Zeng", Zhu Shen opened the lighter cap and squatted beside the iron basin.

"Actually, when I was young, I really wanted to play with burning paper, but my grandfather said that children would wet the bed at night when burning fire. I don't believe in evil, but I did it secretly. Guess what?"

Zhong Heng also squatted down, his eyes were gentle, and he tilted his head and asked him: "What's the matter?"

"I didn't pee," Zhu Shen laughed, lit the contract, threw it into the iron basin, and wrote lightly: "It's just that I set fire to the small garden at the back, and the whole family was scared to death. I'm not allowed to play with fire again." It's gone." Zhu Shen said, his voice gradually lowered: "But later, I didn't listen to what they said."

Zhong Heng immediately thought of what happened when Zhu Shen was 17 years old. After Bo Liang and Jiang Yi left, Zhu Shen once set a fire in his studio, burning all the paintings in the room, and Burned his youth.

To this day, recalling those years, Zhong Heng is still a little scared.

Seeing the flames rising up in the brazier, for a moment, he also clasped Zhu Shen's hand tightly.

Zhu Shen leaned slightly towards him, looked at their hands together, and said with a smile, "Zhong Sheng seems to be very enthusiastic today."

Zhong Heng looked at him deeply and didn't speak.

"Did Zhong Sheng burn things before?"

Zhong Heng shook his head.

Yes.Zhong Heng must have been the most obedient one when he was a child, but he was also the loneliest one.

He has only himself.

Thinking of this, Zhu Shen's heart seemed to be gently run over by someone, he suddenly stretched his neck, and kissed Zhong Heng's lips lightly.

Not anymore.

Zhong Heng hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his own flesh and blood.

The flames in the pot jumped up quietly, and the two kissed passionately in a dimly lit corner.Huoguang kissed half of their faces respectively, and their lips and teeth were closely attached to each other.

It wasn't until the flames were extinguished and the ashes were blown away by the wind that the two gradually separated.

But a pair of fingers are still intertwined, as inseparable as a human being.

Zhu Shen held his hand tightly, suddenly panicked and a little scared, he said: "Zhong Heng, I want to ask you a question..."

"What?" Zhong Heng looked at him.

Zhu Shen bit his lip, smiled, and said calmly, "It's nothing..."

Sending Zhu Shen to the studio to teach A Bao how to paint, Zhong Heng didn't go in again, and stood silently at the door, like an old oil painting, he touched his lips and smiled for a long time.

A Bao has finished drawing the homework assigned to him by Zhu Shen today, and he is still continuing to draw without slackening for a moment.

only……

Zhu Shen looked down, "What are you painting?"

Abao said in a low voice, "It belongs to a classmate."

Zhu Shen couldn't help but smile, his trick really worked.

That day he told the students in the studio that if he wanted to get his big reward, he had to have the paintings drawn by the whole class for him.Apparently, A Bao has been followed by his studio classmates, and he has become a favorite. They all want to ask him to paint for themselves, so it is necessary to deal with them more.It is always good to have the opportunity to talk more with peers.

Zhu Shen deliberately asked him: "They asked you to paint and you really painted for them?"

A Bao nodded, "I want to draw."

Zhu Shen smiled, what a little boring gourd.

Like the big boring gourd, it is typical to remember to eat but not to beat.

Abao draws every painting very seriously, and he does not deal with random strokes in three or two strokes. He can accurately grasp the characteristics of each person, can calm down, and can put in efforts and diligence that his peers do not have.Seeing A Bao's focused expression, Zhu Shen suddenly said, "I think the painting you prepared will definitely win an award."

A Bao raised his head in a daze, and said a little embarrassedly: "Really, really?"

"Yeah, think about what the bonus is used for."

Hearing this, Ah Bao really thought about it seriously, and after a while, he lowered his head and smiled.

"I got it?"

A Bao nodded, and said with some embarrassment: "I want to buy gifts for Mom, and I also need to buy gifts for Brother Zhong."

Zhu Shen Yile, "Then he will be very happy."

A Bao smiled slightly and lowered his head.

Zhu Shenguang was looking forward to his birthday even more when he thought of how helpless Zhong Heng was when the children gave him gifts, and he still pretended to be calm and serious on the surface.

Counting the days, it won't be long.

Something flashed in his mind, it was the name he had accidentally glimpsed in Zhong Heng's email earlier, after hesitating again and again, he couldn't help but finally searched online.

"Teacher, what about you?" A Bao asked Zhu Shen, "What gift will you give Brother Zhong?"

"You want to know?" Zhu Shen asked him while typing.

A Bao nodded curiously.

Zhu Shen said lightly: "My gift...of course it is unique."

A Bao looked at Zhu Shen with admiration.

Zhu Shen gently closed his eyes, poked his finger, and clicked into the entry at the top of the homepage.The message popped up, but he didn't dare to read it. For a moment, his heart seemed to be squeezed tightly.He faintly felt that he had found some key, but he didn't dare to open it.

Raising his head slightly, Zhu Shen slowly opened his eyes.

Ah Bao clapped his hands aside and said, "Brother Zhong will be very happy."

Zhu Shen didn't speak, and his eyes finally moved down little by little. Every time he moved a minute, his heart beat violently.

Plop, plop, plop...

His eyes finally fell back to the phone.

The line that came into view read, congenital heart disease specialist in country A.

After a long time, Zhu Shen whispered, "I also want his birthday to be happier."

After all, there is me.

I'm the closest person to him, and I can't go back to the past.

The author has something to say: Thank you that I don't have a lot of fat house water that I'm sorry =3=