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Back in Taoyuan, Zhu Shen went straight to the house without staying for a moment, for fear that the bedroom would run away with long legs.

Aunt Fang heard the noise and quickly poked her head out to look, "Deep?"

Zhu Shen just ran upstairs, ignoring the answer.

Aunt Fang thought that he was angry because Zhong Heng missed his well-prepared birthday surprise, so she comforted: "Ah Heng didn't expect him to go on a business trip temporarily, please don't be angry, I will call Secretary Wang for your cake." He brought it, don't worry, Ah Heng will definitely finish eating!"

Zhu Shen didn't speak, and rushed upstairs all the way, pushing open the door of Zhong Heng's room.

Aunt Fang turned pale with shock, her heart raised her throat for a moment, and hurriedly followed.

——It was already too late, I saw Zhu Shen standing in front of Zhong Heng's bookcase, looking back at Aunt Fang.

Aunt Fang paused at the door for an instant.

"Aheng...he...would not let you see..." She said slowly, but her eyes were filled with tears of excitement.

Even though she said so, she didn't take a step into the house. Obviously, what she said was against her original intention.

Finally, the secret in the room can see the light of day.

And their day is Zhu Shen.

Zhu Shen heard the words, turned around, looked at her fixedly, and said slowly: "Are you going to stop me?"

"No..." Aunt Fang wiped her tears with the back of her hand, shook her head lightly, closed the door, and said lightly, "I'll pretend I don't know."

Zhong Heng only said to stop Zhu Shen from opening the door behind the bookcase when she was there, but right now, she is not there.

It was a long time ago. At that time, Zhong Heng was just about to go to country D to pick up Zhu Shen, but then he saw him laughing at himself, "He probably won't be interested in this place, and he probably won't know for the rest of his life."

To this day, whenever Aunt Fang recalled Zhong Heng's lonely and gloomy expression, she couldn't help feeling distressed.

She thought, Zhu Shen should have gone in long ago.

——Zhu Shen also felt that he should have come in earlier.

The door was opened with a "crash", and a gust of moderate wind blew in from the outside, which rang the bell hanging on the wall, tinkling.

With the light coming in from outside, Zhu Shen vaguely saw that this bell was the dragon bell he gave to Zhong Heng when he was in Nicheng.Zhong Heng said "Xiaxia" to him, and he also asked Zhong Heng to keep it safe.Later, when he entered Zhong Heng's bedroom, he didn't see it. He thought that Zhong Heng didn't know where it was placed, but he never asked, but he saw it here today.

It turned out that Zhong Heng hadn't lost anything related to him.

So how many secrets related to Zhong Heng are hidden in this room?

The light from outside slanted in, but only a bright corner could be seen, and it couldn't shine into the deepest place. Zhu Shen had no choice but to fumble for the light switch on the wall.

The finger touches a raised button, which should be a switch.With a light touch of your fingertips, the dark room is immediately shrouded in light.

As soon as Zhu Shen turned his head, he immediately paused - on the wall facing him, "The Back View of Hyacinth" hung impressively.

His pupils shrank suddenly, he didn't know whether he was not used to the sudden light, or he didn't expect the surging and forbearing love, he leaned against the wall, pressing his hands tightly on his violently heaving chest.

Suddenly remembered the day he and Zhong Heng went to Y to have a barbecue on a whim, Zhong Heng also asked him if he was at the art exhibition where "The Back of the Hyacinth" was exhibited?

After hearing his negative answer, I only heard Zhong Heng say it softly, which is quite regrettable.

Until today, Zhu Shen did not know what Zhong Heng meant when he said regret.

It turned out that Zhong Heng went to Country L to meet him on purpose that year, but Wei Chengxiang missed it, picked up the negligence of the staff by mistake, and bought the painting back anonymously.

I still remember that they met Qiu Yu, Zhong Heng’s college roommate. Qiu Yu said that Zhong Heng was always in a hurry when he was in college, and he was busy making money all day long. He also said that he had seen his own paintings in school.

It turned out that it was for him.

How much effort did Zhong Heng, 19, spend to buy back one of his expensive oil paintings?

Zhu Shen can't imagine.

One of his hearts seemed to be hurting - Zhong Heng didn't know that the painting was himself, so what kind of mood did he look at this painting in the past seven or eight years?

Zhu Shen didn't dare to think about it anymore.

This house is terribly big, even wider than Zhong Heng's bedroom.

This is definitely not a room that Zhong Heng set up temporarily. Aunt Fang said that the layout design of the entire Taoyuan Courtyard and even the humble flowers and plants were checked by Zhong Heng.Only then did Zhu Shen realize why even every brick and tile of Taoyuan was based on his aesthetic point. It turned out that Zhong Heng built it based on his aesthetic point of view.

And the corner that really belongs to Zhong Heng is only this room.

——Then Zhong Heng asked him to live here, what did he say?

【"Isn't it suitable for me to live here?"

"You don't like it?"

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

"You live here."]

Zhu Shen climbed onto the closet with his hand, and firmly grasped the edge, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.His nails and joints were pale and blue from the exertion, but he seemed to be unconscious, and his heart was empty and numb.

When he said that, he must have been lazy and not distracted, thinking only how to get out of the way.

How many times did he hurt Zhong Heng without knowing it?

It seemed that something hit the back of his hand, it was icy cold, and in a trance, Zhu Shen realized that he was crying, and he couldn't stop it.

He raised his hand to wipe it, and in his blurred vision, Zhu Shen saw the whole picture of the room clearly.

Zhong Heng installed closets and display racks on each wall, orderly and spotless like a museum exhibition hall.

There were several photo albums displayed on the closet in front of Zhu Shen, and he hurriedly picked them up and flipped through them, the more he flipped through, the more he felt sad.

It was all about him, even the childhood photo stickers that he gave to Zhong Heng casually, he carefully kept them in it, and even proudly wrote: This is from Xiao Shi.

Only this one, just this one word, it seems to be able to disdain the whole album.

Most of Zhong Heng in these photo albums were cut from various publications. Zhu Shen lived abroad from the age of 8 to 15 and rarely appeared in newspapers and magazines. The photo albums of that period were more like a collection. It is all the reports about his oil paintings that Zhong Heng can find, such as news about winning awards.

After Zhu Shen returned to China at the age of 15, Yanbao flattered Zhu’s family, built momentum for him, and called him a beauty, but Zhu’s family didn’t appreciate it, and they completely banned the newspaper in that issue. Unexpectedly, Zhong Heng still kept it Yan Bao on August [-] nine years ago.

——In other words, did Zhong Heng pay attention to him so early?

Zhu Shen bit his lip and continued to look aside.

Here is his high school photo album, the number is obviously more than before.

I don't know where Zhong Heng got these photos, only some photos are clear, but most of them are blurry.Inside is the back view of Zhu Shen's drawing board, the side face of Zhu Shen feeding the dog, the laughing figure of Zhu Shen and his classmates, and the sleeping face of Zhu Shen taking a nap...

There is even a photo of Zhu Shen when he went to talk to Bo Liang in Bo Liang's class.

But Bo Liang's face was covered by a post-it note, on which "No" was written stroke by stroke with a blue pen.

What is not allowed?Not allowed to talk to him?Still not allowed to go to him?

Zhu Shen has no way of knowing, but judging from the ink handwriting that has become lighter year by year, Zhong Heng should be very awkward and angry at that time. Next to the word "Xu" there was an inexplicable circle of ink that could not fade away, the size of a thumb, probably this was the mark left by his upset at that time.

fool.

Zhu Shen gently covered it with his fingers, as if he was empathizing with Zhong Heng at that time.

But he is so many years late.

Flipping through, Zhu Shen found a few more photos of his long-lost ID.To be precise, he didn't lose it, but the school lost it.

When he was at the top of the art list, the school posted a photo of him in suits and shoes next to it to encourage other art students to make progress.He didn't know that other students didn't make progress in school, but his photos on the list were often secretly taken away. For this reason, the school was a headache, and repeated orders and even the establishment of new school rules were of no avail.The dean felt that some students had taken risks because of Zhu Shen's beauty and violated school rules and disrupted discipline, so they never allowed Zhu Shen's photos to be posted again.

I didn't expect those photos of him back then to appear here.

It was Zhong Heng who secretly took it away.

What a...fool.

Zhu Shen's tears just stopped, and his nose became sour again.

He continued to walk to the side, as if he was watching an exhibition related to himself, but it was like a monstrous tsunami rising in his heart, which was extremely powerful and shocking.

The order is still arranged from the old to the new, but in fact it is just a few small things, maybe they are afraid of getting dusty, so they cover them with glass.

Pencils, rulers, exercise books, answer sheets, paintbrushes, discarded schoolbags, discarded drawing paper...

Which one is worth his attention so far?

Walking and walking, Zhu Shen suddenly stopped in front of the familiar cake box.

Carefully take it out of the glass cabinet, the solid shell is already a little wrinkled, I wonder if it has been washed by water, and the writing on it is not very clear, but you can still vaguely see the words "Feng Ji" printed on the logo "Two words.Zhu Shen held it with trembling hands, even though he had a premonition in his heart, but when he opened the box, the tsunami in his heart still swept all his emotions to the shore with great momentum, and the embankment burst in his heart.

There is a red heart and a post-it note inside.

On the sticky note is his handwriting: Thank you, let me know what you want to eat next time.

It was his message to the man who used to deliver him cheesecake in the table hole.

Zhu Shen rested his head on the glass cabinet in pain, like a fish that had just been swept ashore by a tsunami storm, and every breath seemed to survive a landslide.

For a long time, Zhu Shen laughed in this deserted room. At first, the laughter was very light, as if he was laughing at himself. He laughed at himself for being stupid, but the laughter became louder and louder, hoarse and hysterical.

Not only did I laugh for a long time, my voice became hoarse, and finally I calmly shed two lines of tears that I thought would never fall again.

He misunderstood Zhong Heng's sincerity with narrow jealousy, and trampled on the other's sincerity with ridiculous self-esteem.

It turned out that he not only mistook the back of Hyacinth, but also mistook the person who delivered the cheesecake.

Just thinking about it, Zhu Shen's heart seemed to be torn apart by someone - it was his own fault.

Laughing, he coughed against the wall.Every sound of coughing is like a long and zigzag bend from the lungs, every mouthful of coughing is very fishy and sweet, and the accumulated depression will turn into blood, but it is still difficult to feel flat.

For a long time, he couldn't laugh.

Keep going.

Every step he took, he danced on the tip of the knife as if masochistic.

So he saw the half-extinguished cigarette butt, the bluebell sketches that had been cleaned up, the discarded boarding pass when they were about to go to country A, the peach candy wrapper...

……

Zhu Shen left the room crying.

He didn't know how he could bear Zhong Heng's deep love for so many years. Apart from the shadow of Zhu's family and Moeen's halo, he was completely useless.

He climbed onto Zhong Heng's bed, deeply smelling the scent of Zhong Heng left in the air between the quilts, and finally calmed down a lot.

And every restless cell that has not calmed down is clamoring in the bottom of his heart, as if expressing his thoughts.

One bed and one quilt are not enough, far from enough.

He has never wanted Zhong Heng more than now, and he wants to see him now.

Thinking of this, Zhu Shen sat up immediately, and booked himself a ticket on the nearest flight to country D.

It's six o'clock tomorrow morning.

Counting the time, Zhong Heng should have arrived by then.

I don't know if he has enough clothes. At this season, country D in the southern hemisphere is experiencing severe winter, and their winters are notoriously cold.Zhu Shen opened Zhong Heng's closet, silently stuffed two thick padded jackets into the box, and put them together with his clothes and the birthday present he didn't give.

When everything was packed, Zhu Shen sat on Zhong Heng's bed, staring at the ring on his ring finger in a daze.

Feeling a little complicated, he had no choice but to bury his whole body in Zhong Heng's quilt, and use Zhong Heng's scent to calm himself down.

Estimating which country Zhong Heng flew to now, even knowing that he could not see, Zhu Shen still sent him a message: "I miss you so much."

However, soon we can meet up.

Zhu Shen slept very restlessly that night, half dreaming and half awake, having horrible nightmares, all related to Zhong Heng.

At four o'clock in the morning, he woke up from the dream again, and he didn't dare to sleep again, and he didn't dare to experience separation in the dream again.

Counting the time, Zhong Heng should have arrived by this time, but he didn't make a single call.

Zhu Shen stared at the phone all the time, waiting for news from Zhong Heng.

In the car, seeing Ah Wen still yawning, Zhu Shen said apologetically, "Actually, I can take a taxi to the airport."

Ah Wen was in a hurry: "How can this be done! Sir, let me take care of you before you leave!" After a pause, Ah Wen smiled: "It must be very happy, sir, to know that you made a special trip to see him!"

Zhu Shen was a little embarrassed, and looked down at his phone, but he still didn't get a reply from Zhong Heng.

Is the plane late?Or is your phone out of battery?

It turned out that Zhong Heng had been worried about himself for so many years.

Unlike himself, Zhong Heng's worries will never give him a response, but he is still willing to do so.

Zhu Shen felt uneasy, thinking about the nightmares he had at night, he became even more frightened. He repeatedly comforted himself that dreams and reality were the opposite, but it had no effect. The more scared I became.He had no choice but to check the news from country D on the Internet, guessing what Zhong Heng might be doing.

Press search, and the news of country D pops up.

The top one is that a blizzard was raging in country D, and a flight from China crashed.

Zhu Shen shivered, and his body shook violently, as if the cold air from country D had traveled across the ocean to wrap around his body.

Zhu Shenzai watched the news carefully, for fear of missing a word.He knew every word, but he couldn't believe every word.

In a daze, the phone dropped.

Heart also fell down.

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