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Aunt Fang's daughter-in-law was in confinement recently, and she was called back to help, but she was worried about losing the young couple she took care of, so she was secretly distressed for several days.

In order to let Aunt Fang feel at ease, the two simply lived in Zhong Heng's apartment before they got married. Although the place was not too big and the environment was not as beautiful as Taoyuan, it was better than Zhong's.

——It is not only convenient for Zhong Heng to go to work, but also convenient for Zhu Shen to eat.

After Zhong Heng got off work, the two of them held hands like ordinary office workers after get off work, plunged into the rushing flow of people and cars, and discussed what to have for dinner in the glowing neon night scene.

At this time, Zhong Heng's eyes were bright and gentle, listening to Zhu Shen talking about what he had seen and heard one day, what inspiration he got when he had a whim, or the arrangements for the weekend, no matter what he said, Zhong Heng always had a smile on his face .

It was obviously a trivial matter, but he listened carefully, as if he wanted to keep everything in his heart.

When they came to the supermarket, Zhu Shen picked it up at the front, and Zhong Heng pushed the trolley to pick it up at the back. The two of them looked at each other and smiled, which was worth a thousand words.

Zhu Shen didn't know what came to mind, and suddenly asked: "Did you imagine being like me a long time ago?"

"What?" Zhong Heng stopped in front of the freezer and fixed his eyes on Zhu Shen.

Zhu Shen walked in front of him, "When I was eating in your cafeteria today, it suddenly occurred to me that we should have met in the cafeteria before."

"Really?" Zhong Heng asked calmly.

Zhu Shen approached, put his hand on his hand pushing the trolley, and asked, "Isn't it?"

Ever since Zhu Shen saw the secret room behind Zhong Heng's bookcase, he has been thinking of many things that seemed insignificant back then. Balance some relationship.

They used to be so close, but in fact they were so far away.

Zhu Shen said: "I used to love to eat fish in the school canteen. I remember that the first time I went there, the canteen master poured a lot of soup on my plate. I didn't look at the way while holding the plate and spilled the soup. On a senior...he didn't even hear my apology and left directly..."

Zhong Heng made a swallowing movement subconsciously, rolling his Adam's apple.

Seeing Zhong Heng's reaction, Zhu Shen knew that he was right: "That senior is you, right?"

At that time, the senior turned around and left, Zhu Shen thought he was angry, and didn't even want to listen to his own apology.Now that I think about it, how could the senior be angry? He was just facing the person he liked for a long time. He was nervous for a while and was afraid of losing his voice in front of the person he liked. Avoiding was his most subconscious move.

Suddenly finding out about such a thing, Zhong Heng coughed lightly, pointed to the refrigerator next to him, and answered the wrong question: "Do you want to eat shrimp?"

Zhu Shen scratched the back of his hand, not allowing him to change the subject: "Isn't it?"

Zhong Heng held his troublesome hand instead, and simply admitted: "Yes."

Zhu Shen couldn't help but put his head on his shoulder and sighed: "You..."

Zhong Heng knew the meaning of his sigh, and said softly: "Don't regret it, now is the best arrangement."

Even so, Zhu Shen still felt a little touched, he said: "I went to the cafeteria to order fish every day, to see if the senior was there, and I was really embarrassed to splash fish soup all over him, but he didn't give up every time. Never showed up."

Zhong Heng looked a little disappointed, and said in a low voice: "He appeared before."

He knows that you like to eat fish. Every day when he goes to the cafeteria, he will pay attention to the window, take a quick glance in the vast crowd, and quickly fix your location. Then he will sit in the corner of the fourth row behind you. Watching you and your friends around you gag.But he has a clumsy mouth and never dared to walk in front of you. He is already satisfied with just looking at you from afar.

"Really?" Zhu Shen walked away from his shoulder, took two steps back, and looked at him steadily.

"Ah."

"Then... the time you took me to Brother Ah Zhang's fish shop, you were actually thinking about that time in the cafeteria, right?"

Zhong Heng smiled helplessly: "I can't hide anything from you."

"Don't lie to me." Zhu Shen said seriously: "I hope you can tell me directly whatever you think in your heart in the future."

"Okay." Zhong Heng nodded.

Zhu Shen was skeptical, "Then what are you thinking now?"

"Miss you."

This time, it was Zhu Shen's turn to be ashamed: "Who told you to say this!!! The supermarket is this!"

Zhong Heng had no choice but to hold his hand and chat with him about a topic suitable for a supermarket: "Do you want to eat shrimp tonight?"

"Think." Zhu Shen lowered his head, and the two pushed the cart side by side and continued to stroll.

The laughter on both of their lips could not be stopped at all.

When they returned to the apartment with large and small bags of ingredients, it was already dark and the lights were turned on. The two walked to the kitchen, put aprons on each other tacitly, and then washed their hands and cooked.

In fact, Zhong Heng didn't want Zhu Shen to come to the kitchen when he first moved in. He always felt that Zhu Shen shouldn't be able to smell such fireworks, so he insisted on driving Zhu Shen outside.

The apartment is not big, and the kitchen is open, so Zhu Shen couldn't go anywhere, so he moved a small bench, sat in front of Zhong Heng and sighed.

Every time Zhong Heng made a cut, he sighed, and Zhong Heng frowned: "What's wrong?"

Zhu Shen started his harsh accusation: "Now you don't want me to stay in the same space with you? Is our three-year itch coming early? Well, if that's the case, then I—"

"Don't go." Zhong Heng couldn't help asking to stay, knowing that he was joking, but the anxiety in his eyes was sincere.

Zhu Shen knew it a long time ago, playing hard to get, really, tried and tested Zhong Heng repeatedly.

Since then, the kitchen has his share.

He can't do anything else, the only egg-beating skill he knows is from making Zhong Heng's birthday cake in a dessert shop.

It's really embarrassing to say, but Zhong Heng praised him for being amazing.He was coaxed by Zhong Heng's earnest praise and lost his direction, and also lost himself, and even thought that he could serve a state banquet with his egg-beating skills.

So it is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

In any case, both of them were quite happy, so tonight they decided to make a fried shrimp with egg.

Zhong Heng first stir-fried the marinated shrimps in the pot, put them into Zhu Shen's beaten egg liquid, and held out the bowl to Zhu Shen.Zhu Shen cooperatively stirred the bowl back and forth with chopsticks to fully blend the shrimp and egg liquid, and then pushed the bowl to Zhong Heng's side.

Zhong Heng poured the egg liquid and shrimp in the bowl into the pot, and started to stir fry again. When the egg liquid solidified, Zhong Heng turned off the fire and fried them with residual heat.At this time, the taste of the eggs and shrimps must be the most tender.

After the plate was installed, Zhu Shen was handed over to complete the last process - sprinkle chopped green onion.Zhu Shen insisted on completing such a ceremonial thing by himself. After all, he personally cut the shallots with scissors. After cutting for 8 minutes, he tried to make sure that each scallion was the same size and looked even and beautiful. .

Zhong Heng had no choice but to go with him.

Zhu Shen put on the table the egg-scrambled shrimp that the two of them had worked together, and Zhong Heng fried Kung Pao Chicken, made a boiled cabbage heart, opened a bowl of tofu fish soup, thought about it, and gave Zhu Shen another dish. Deep made a shredded banana.

Zhong Heng was cooking in front of the stove, and Zhu Shen sat behind him, passing him plates and bowls, and complimenting him from time to time.No matter how busy and crowded the kitchen was, Zhong Heng was not willing to drive him away until the two brought the dishes to the table together.

The dining table is not big, and it can be filled with food soup.

The two gave each other food, their hearts and eyes were full of tenderness, and they were determined not to tolerate anyone else.

The dishes and bowls are about to bottom out, Zhu Shen belatedly opened a bottle of red wine, and nicknamed it: "For our fried egg and shrimp."

"Drink less." Zhong Heng clinked glasses with him lightly, and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhu Shen didn't know why he was so happy tonight, he kept picking vegetables into Zhong Heng's bowl, and poured wine into his cup, and he just took a sip, his face was already flushed, and he looked at Zhong Heng dully. Zhong Heng smirked.

"drunk?"

"No," Zhu Shen was not willing to admit, "I will give you a tree."

Zhong Heng looked down, and Zhu Shen gave him a choy sum.

Zhong Heng laughed, "Yes, I got it."

Zhu Shen suddenly laughed, as if he had caught his handle: "Zhong Heng, you are drunk!"

"No."

"What I picked up for you was not a tree, but a cabbage heart!"

...does he still know?

"You must be drunk!"

Zhong Heng followed him unconditionally: "Okay, I'm drunk, what do you want to do now?"

Zhu Shen was also drunk, and said without hesitation: "Stupid words!"

"Ask." Zhong Heng said.

Zhu Shen shook his head fiercely: "The procedure is not like this... If you want to say that you are not drunk, you have to deny it first, and then I, then... Forget it! Anyway, you are drunk."

"Let me ask you, have you ever fantasized about living like this with me?"

Zhong Heng looked at Zhu Shen, at his blurry eyes under the lamp, at his flushed cheeks, and at his crystal clear lips stained with wine.

In fact, both of them knew that the other party was not drunk enough to be slaughtered, but only slightly drunk, but they could not wait to express their feelings to each other through the pervasive smell of alcohol.

It was the first time that we drank together and chatted without distraction.

"Yes." Zhong Heng honestly agreed.

Zhu Shen raised his chin proudly: "I knew it."

"How did you know?"

"furniture."

Suddenly, Zhong Heng raised his head, facing Zhu Shen's charming eyes.

"You know again." Zhong Heng sighed softly.

Although this apartment does not have Zhu Shen's imprint like his bedroom in Taoyuan, he has carved Zhu Shen's name on every inconspicuous position of every piece of furniture here.

The imprint is very small, and he carved it shallowly with a sharp knife. If you don't search carefully and touch it, you will never find it.In the past, whenever he thought of Zhu Shen, he would carve a stroke on a piece of furniture. In four years, he carved it all over the room.

Only he knows where those positions are, and ordinary people can't see any difference at a glance.

Every corner of the house has Zhu Shen's name, it seems that Zhu Shen has been in every corner of the house.

He has really been deceiving himself too much these years.

It's hard to imagine that he was in his twenties at the time, and he was still doing things that ten-year-olds wouldn't do.

"Don't do it in the future," Zhu Shen said with a choked voice, "I'm right by your side, I can't run away."

Zhong Heng paused and nodded slightly.

He looked directly at Zhu Shen, and he only had Zhu Shen in his eyes.

Under the table, Zhu Shen casually rubbed his foot over his ankle, and swiped all the way up: "Zhong Sheng, I think I'm drunk."

Deceiving.

"I feel like I'm out of control tonight."

A pair of eyes blinked and blinked.

"You can do whatever you want with me."

Zhong Heng stood up calmly: "Really?"

Zhu Shen looked up at the tall and affectionate man standing in front of him, nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, if you don't believe me, you can prosecute—"

Before he finished speaking, he was carried back to the room by Zhong Heng.

——or rather, carried it back to the room.

A pair of legs kicked and kicked on Zhong Heng's waist, but because he was arched and carried by Zhong Heng on his shoulders, when he turned his field of vision, he could only see Zhong Heng's heels as he was walking.

Zhong Heng stepped on the ground, but he was flying in the air, once, once, as if he was bouncing on the top of a cloud.

Zhong Heng's strength was indeed great, which was unusual. I wondered if he was really drunk, and what Zhong Heng would do to him when he was drunk. Thinking of this, Zhu Shen began to struggle.

When he was thrown onto the bed, Zhong Heng quickly pinned down his limbs.

"Yes, I fantasized."

——This was the last sentence Zhong Heng said to him before the thoughts in his mind exploded.

His voice was hoarse, like a lone wolf guarding the moon.

In an instant, the side of his neck felt cold, and what lingered in his nose was the smell of Zhong Heng's hair.

Completely intoxicated, starting from this kiss.

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The author has something to say: Wait a minute for everyone to cut down on the Buddhist system~

It may not be updated daily, it depends on whether Shenshen and Hengheng give inspiration, and the qwq that is hard to write is not thick

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