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Zhong Heng's wrist was hit by Mr. Zhu's cane. After a muffled sound, his whole arm was numb, and the wrist joint was in severe pain, but he didn't say a word.

Because it seemed that Zhu Shen was already feeling very uncomfortable.

His eyes were drenched by the rain, and he didn't know whether it was tears or rain, Zhong Heng could only comfort him that he was fine.

But now, his left hand was red and swollen, and he had to grit his teeth and stiffen even when he turned his wrist.

Staring at the fingertips of the two touching each other, they are both icy and cold, as if they were covered with a thick layer of cotton, shielding the most authentic feelings.

After a long time, Zhong Heng spoke, his voice was muffled as if coming from cotton: "No."

Fu Yunzhi once secretly helped Jiang Yi and Bo Liang escape from Yancheng. This incident dealt a great blow to Zhu Shen. In Zhu Shen's eyes at that time, it was almost regarded as a betrayal.

And he, who has been introducing Jiang Yi's innate authority in country A all these years, doesn't know how Zhu Shen will treat him.

Jiang Yi also asked him, why did he help him?

Zhong Heng never gave an answer. In fact, he was not helping Jiang Yi, but felt that he was helping Zhu Shen.

He is well versed in Zhu Shen's complex feelings towards Jiang Yi, whether he says he hates it or keeps silent, but in fact there is always a soft corner in his heart, where Jiang Yi is placed.

He wanted to take care of Zhu Shen's pride, and he was also afraid that Zhu Shen would think he was troublesome.

What's more, he was not a kind person in the first place, and the reason why he helped Jiang Yi was actually selfish.

He wanted Jiang Yi and Bo Liang to stay in Country A for a longer period of time, and it would be best if they stayed together for the rest of their lives and never came back.

But he, facing Zhu Shen, was still unable to express his dark side.

The room was very quiet, and the two of them were dripping wet.Even the sound of the water is dignified, just like them now.

"No, huh, no..." Zhu Shen repeated his words, blinked his eyes lightly and slowly, thought of something, and repeated it again with a smile.

Zhong Heng's heart trembled violently.

Zhu Shen suddenly turned around and left.

Zhong Heng stood there blankly, and the room became as silent as death for a moment, the sound of dripping water was no longer a symphony, but a solo, beating dully on the floor, like a heavy heartbeat The sound, even the breathing rate is equal to it.

This is Zhu Shen's room, but he seemed to have no reason to stay any longer. He walked out the door with his head down, saw a pair of shoes, looked up, and was stunned.

It was Zhu Shen who came back again, holding a bottle of medicinal oil in his hand, brought him back to the room, frowned and said, "Sit down."

Zhong Heng was taken aback.

Zhu Shen pressed him on the chair, silently poured out a little medicated oil, and then covered his wrist with his hand.

Seeing that he seemed to be struggling to even raise his hand, Zhu Shen could only bend his knees and squat beside the chair.

The smell of this medicated oil was a bit irritating and spicy, and he was so close that even his eyes were red from the smoke, but it was precisely this smell that could cover the cold and damp moisture on the two of them.

As a result, this room was filled with a long-lasting pungent but warm smell. No one spoke, for fear that if they spoke, they would break the balance.

Zhu Shen's palm gently rubbed Zhong Heng's wrist, although it was for the purpose of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, but the force was really strong.Zhu Shen knew that tonight his strength was deliberately increased, as if venting an unknown fire.

It hurt, but Zhong Heng didn't hide.

He deserved it.

After all, it was given to him by Zhu Shen.

After rubbing and rubbing for about ten minutes, Zhu Shen's legs had long been numb, and even his palms became hot, and Zhong Heng's wrists became even redder, covered with a layer of light yellow medicated oil, and in the yellowish Under the bright lights, it looked very hazy.

"It's time for you to take a shower." Zhong Heng reminded Zhu Shen who had just stopped.

Suddenly, Zhu Shen stood up, withdrew his hand, pressed his palm on the edge of the table, leaned forward and approached Zhong Heng, and asked in a deep voice: "I'll ask you again, about Jiang Yi, what else do you want to say to me?" What did I say?"

I beg you.You can say anything.

I can believe anything.

Zhong Heng stared at him fixedly, his eyes dimmed: "No."

"Very good." Zhu Shen turned and left.

But this time, he never turned back.

That was the last word between the two.

After that day, the two had little communication.

Zhu Shen never went out again, and locked himself in the studio as if discouraged, not allowing anyone to enter.The milk that Zhong Heng brought to him at night was always left intact by him at the door, the rim of the glass was clean, and he never tasted it.His days were muddled, like a tortoise with its head shrunk, buried itself deeply in its shell.

Until the morning of Zhong Heng's birthday.

The master of the frame shop called and asked Zhu Shen if he wanted to pick up the painting himself, Zhu Shen just woke up like a dream: "No. 17?"

He drew a picture for Zhong Heng, sent it to be framed, and made an appointment to pick it up on this day.

The master smiled apologetically: "If you don't have time, it's the same if we send it to you—"

"I'll come." Zhu Shen pushed open the door and walked out.

Looking up at the watch, it was ten o'clock, and Zhong Heng had already left for the company.

After a pause, Zhu Shen said, "I'll get it in the afternoon, are you there?"

The master said, "Yes."

Only then did Zhu Shen heave a sigh of relief, and after hanging up the phone, he moved the large container box hidden in the house to the kitchen.

"Did you go downstairs?" Aunt Fang hurriedly followed, "What is it so heavy?"

Stretching out his head, he saw that it was probably the material for baking.

"This is..." Aunt Fang immediately laughed from ear to ear: "I'm going to make a cake for Ah Heng!"

She already knew that Zhong Heng's birthday wishes could not be expressed without the slightest hint. Stretching her neck to look upstairs eight hundred times in the morning and listening to the movement above, it was really hard for her.

Zhu Shen didn't speak, just nodded his head lightly, rubbed his dry palms, feeling a little nervous.I haven't done it for a few days, and I'm afraid that I will be born with my own hands.

It's not that Aunt Fang doesn't know how much Zhu Shen weighs. Seeing that Zhu Shen was wearing an apron and started cracking eggs and pouring flour, she couldn't help being a little surprised: "Can Shen Shen do it?"

"meeting."

"Do you need help?"

Zhu Shen shook his head.

Aunt Fang was still worried, walked back and forth, then turned back to look at Zhu Shen.

Not to mention, Zhu Shen really did it in style.This reminded her of Zhu Shen going out early and returning late some time ago. No one knew what he was doing, so she clapped her hands and suddenly realized.

Zhu Shen must have learned to bake.

So Aunt Fang finally let go of her heart completely, secretly hoping that Zhong Heng would come back soon.

These days, seeing the two people's poverty and prosperity, I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Several hours later, Zhu Shen finally made the cake, put it in the refrigerator to freeze, took off his apron in a hurry and went upstairs to change.

There is still time, he is going to get the painting.

Aunt Fang was overjoyed: "Will you come back with Ah Heng in the deep evening?"

Zhu Shen gave an awkward "hmm", his cheeks were slightly hot, and he ordered, "Don't touch the cake."

Not to mention cakes, Aunt Fang didn't even dare to open the refrigerator. She stood in front of the court and shouted at Zhu Shen who ran out in a hurry: "Be careful on the road!" She added with a smile: "Come on deep!"

Zhu Shen picked up the car, saw that the gas was full, and just replied: "It's full."

Suddenly stopped.

Why did Aunt Fang ask him to fill up the car gas? She clearly wanted him to...

Can not help but a little funny.

It seemed that after the cake was finished, even his mood changed.

If you don't want to say it, then don't say it, then he will never ask again.

Life is so long, some things don't need to be entangled.

Step on the accelerator and walk away.

An hour later, Zhu Shen arrived at the framing shop.

Parking the car on the side of the road, Zhu Shen seemed to remember many things when he got out of the car.At that time, he and Zhong Heng went to fetch the Peach Blossom Picture, which was not very pleasant at first.The two also made things difficult for the painting master inside and asked him to act as a sounding board. When Zhong Heng said "I like it", he couldn't get angry at all.

After entering the door and taking the painting, Zhu Shen put it on the back seat and couldn't help but look back to admire it.

This is a back view. The man in the painting is standing by the window. A corner of the thin window screen is slowly opened by the hands half-rolling the sleeves. A large amount of moonlight pours into the room, and the moonlight shines on the man's body. , let him be covered with a dreamy and hazy color.He turned half of his face sideways, and the moonlight hit his face straight. The contours of his face were deep and three-dimensional, and his eyes looking at the moon were a little moist, which is why he looked so affectionate.

Even though it is painted in cool tones, this painting looks very warm, and every stroke is full of love.

Zhu Shen raised the corners of his lips. This was the painting he was most satisfied with.

Because in this painting, it is his lover.

I drove to Zhong's, and said that I was picking him up. If he didn't talk, then I could only talk more.

If he doesn't go with him...

Zhu Shen stopped smiling, hum, I have to carry him away too.

Anyway, let's talk about it.

Along the way, Zhu Shen's eyes were full of smiles, and he frequently looked through the mirror to look at the back of the back seat, the more he looked at it, the happier he was.

I don't know if the other party will like it.

Hey... Why is he starting to think wildly again? Who dares to say he doesn't like his paintings?

It was almost time to drive to Zhong's, and Zhong Heng was seen outside the door from a long distance away. It seemed that he was about to get into the car.

He leaves work so early?

That's right, today is his birthday after all, so what's wrong with leaving get off work early?

But in the next moment, he saw Cheng Zhanmei getting into his car as well.

In just a split second, the car sped away.

After being stunned for a second or two, Zhu Shen drove to chase after him, but soon lost track of him, lost in the same jungle of steel bars.

Zhu Shen hurriedly called Zhong Heng. While waiting for the connection, his hands were trembling uncontrollably, and he didn't know what this parting meant to him.

"Hello?" The phone was connected, and Zhong Heng's deep voice came into the receiver, "Xiao Shi?"

Zhu Shen blurted out: "Where are you going?"

Zhong Heng said, "Go to the airport."

"To the airport?" Zhu Shen became nervous immediately: "Where are you going?"

"Go on a business trip to country D and come back next month."

"Business trip?" Zhu Shen paused, as if he had heard him talk about it last month, but he didn't care.

How could he not care.

"Well, it's two days ahead of schedule, so I have to go there quickly." Zhong Heng asked again: "Are you drawing at home?"

"I... am not here, I am outside." Zhu Shen was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "Zhong Heng."

"I'm here."

Zhu Shen suddenly choked up, his heart seemed to be pinched hard, he was a little breathless, he didn't know what to say to him for a while, and after a long while, he whispered: "Happy birthday."

Zhong Heng paused, extremely surprised, as if he couldn't even speak.

"Thank you...thank you," his voice became hoarse as he suppressed the turbulent excitement and love, "I will be back soon."

Before he left, he was already thinking about him.

"I..." Zhu Shen squeezed his hands secretly, looked at the back figure in the mirror, and whispered, "I'll wait for you to come back."

Zhong Heng seemed to be smiling.

This was the first time he heard Zhu Shen say happy birthday to him.

When he arrived at the airport, Zhong Heng met Secretary Wang who was taking his luggage home for him.

Secretary Wang was holding a cake in his hand. When he saw Zhong Heng, he quickly handed it to him.

Zhong Heng shook his head: "Thank you, I don't like sweets."

Secretary Wang said, "Aunt Fang said, Young Master Zhu made this with his own hands."

Zhong Heng was stunned for a moment, and took the cheesecake in front of him with trembling hands, his voice became hoarse, but there was a hint of unbelievable joy: "He made it?"

Secretary Wang nodded: "Aunt Fang said, Young Master Zhu has been cooking all morning. I saw that the cake is so beautifully made. Young Master Zhu has never cooked before, and I don't know how long he has been secretly learning outside."

Zhong Heng recalled Zhu Shen's cautious voice just now, and the apex of his heart seemed to be stabbed.

"It's time to board the plane, look—"

Zhong Heng was reluctant to eat, held the cake tightly in his hands, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

"I'll hold it for you?"

"No need."

Seeing him like this, Cheng Zhanmei who was beside him suddenly laughed.

Everyone looked at her.

Cheng Zhan shook his head: "It's nothing, I just feel a little silly."

Everyone agrees in their hearts very much. When have they seen Mr. Zhong like this? Just in this posture of holding the cake, are they afraid that someone will snatch it?

After a pause, Cheng Zhan smiled and sighed softly: "I'm stupid."

Zhong Heng turned a deaf ear to it, pursed his lips and took the cake Zhu Shen made for him on the plane.

And Zhu Shen finally bypassed this piece of reinforced concrete that he was not familiar with, and followed the navigation to the right track.

The phone kept ringing, and Zhu Shen answered it without even looking at it: "Hello?"

"The youngest?" It was a female voice, with a rising tone, and asked with a smile: "I heard from your fourth brother that you miss me very much?"

Zhu Shen was overjoyed: "Sister San! You're back!"

"Yeah, I'm back. You found your treasure box."

The author has something to say: Thank you Miss Jin for your irrigation =3=