He walks the career path in Shurachang

The clock passed eleven o'clock, and the shadow of the moon poked out a hazy arc from the edge of the flowing clouds.

Rong Zhi's room is diagonally opposite to Shang Heng, only two steps away.

Shang Heng opened the door for him, Rong Zhi held the glasses in his hands, lowered his head and silently wiped the dusty lenses, and when he accidentally lost his footing and was about to fall, Shang Heng snapped his eyes and hands quickly Catch people.

A faint scent of incense rushed into his nostrils, and his chest was full of beauty. With both hands tightly grasping the sleeves of his coat, the sound of breathing in his ears suddenly became rapid, and it took a while for him to gradually calm down.

"Sorry, maybe I was tired and didn't stand firm for a while." Rong Zhi slowly straightened up from his arms, his smile seemed a bit forced.

Shang Heng pursed his lips, and helped him to the sofa without saying a word.

"I'll get you a glass of water. Take a hot bath and relax, and go to sleep."

When he came back with a cup of hot water, Rong Zhi was still sitting quietly on the sofa, resting his cheek with one hand, bending his back alone, in a crouched posture, when he heard the sound, he immediately raised his eyes to look at him.

"Why didn't you take a shower?" Shang Heng sat down beside him, and stuffed the water glass into his hand.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes, the heat rising from the mouth of the cup covered the lens with a light mist, his black eyes were hidden behind the white mist, and he couldn't see clearly what he was thinking.

"Shang Heng." Rong Zhi gently stroked the rim of the cup with his slender fingertips, and asked hesitantly, "Do you like Lin Yuqing?"

Shang Heng raised his eyebrows in surprise, and with his five fingers resting on his knees, he slowly grabbed a trace of wrinkle from the fabric of the trousers.

"Why do you ask that all of a sudden?"

Rong Zhi raised his head to look at him, but his eyes were divided instantly, and he quickly moved away, with an unnatural arc at the corner of his mouth: "I mean, if you like him, I can give up."

Shang Heng's chest trembled, and he fell into a long silence.

I don't know which part of the scalp is faintly tearing the nerves, and I stretched my fingers into the hair, but I couldn't find the source of the disease anyway, so I had to let it throb and throb.

He closed his eyebrows tightly, the pale light overturned from above his head, and the back of his hand blocking the light cut a shadow on his face.

"Rong Zhi, actually, I haven't thought about this."

Shang Heng has never considered the issue of love from before he wore the book to now, or this distant luxury has never appeared in his life plan at all.

The life of his wife and children on the hot kang seems to be good, but he doesn't catch a cold.

He is always used to look at everything from the perspective of a businessman. Falling in love, marrying and having children requires a lot of money, time and energy, as well as feelings, but what about the benefits?

If Qin Se and Ming are naturally happy, but once the relationship breaks down, he will be greeted with no money and no money. All the previous efforts will be in vain in an instant, and all become sunk costs.

It can be described as a high-cost, high-risk, low-yield, high-probability loss-making business. Why do people in the world still pursue it tirelessly?Is it driven by the biological reproductive instinct?

He prefers to enjoy the fun and excitement of climbing the mountain after setting high goals for himself, while the mediocrity of daily necessities will constantly kill the passion of life.

Shang Heng couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle when he thought of the invisible grave of marriage that was as pale as water and respected as a guest.

Hearing this sentence, Rong Zhi didn't show any surprise, neither happy nor disappointed, he just responded calmly.

Shang Heng licked his dry lips, and said in a tactful tone: "I'm not good at emotional matters, too elusive and unquantifiable, I always stay away from them, maybe you have a good sleep and wake up the next day, It will feel different again.”

Rong Zhi slowly took off his glasses, his eyes were as soft as water, and smiled faintly: "Yes, every morning when I wake up, I like you a little more."

If it was just a tactful hint just now, this sentence is a clear confession.

Shang Heng was speechless, thinking of the few hours of drunken fragments, his heart became more and more disturbed, he opened his mouth not knowing what to say, and finally he could only look away in embarrassment.

It is impossible for him to be strong with Rong, but seeing the light in the other person's eyes go out little by little because of himself, there is no way to ask all kinds of doubts in the room just now.

Silence at such times is most unbearable.

Rong Zhi took out a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, lit the lighter after a few clicks, and coughed as soon as he took a puff.

Shang Heng frowned slightly: "I remember you don't smoke."

The corners of Rong Zhi's eyes were reddened, and in the end there was only a forced smile on his face, and he smiled at him apologetically: "It's true that I seldom smoke, I'm not used to it."

He paused for a moment, then retreated softly to the corner of the sofa, his face was illuminated by the light into a thin sheet of paper, his lowered eyelids carefully concealed his loneliness and exhaustion.

"But there are some things that you have to get used to slowly." Rong Zhi said softly.

He didn't go to see Shang Heng, but Shang Heng couldn't help but look at him. What Rong Zhi showed in front of him seemed to be a silent and soft side. Even if he didn't get a response to his confession, he was still gentle enough to accept it all.

Always be understanding, knowledgeable and reasonable.

Whenever Shang Heng looked away irritably, the other party's eyes chased and stuck to him in an instant, like an eager and sensitive kitten.

Shang Heng frowned, his wandering eyes noticed a book spread out on the coffee table, and changed the subject: "What book are you reading?"

Rong Zhi said lightly, "It's the original novel of the TV series that Mr. Lin once starred in."

Shang Heng said casually: "You are actually interested in this relationship?"

"No." Rong Zhi casually flipped through the book and said, "It's just that Teacher Lin told me that my childhood sweetheart can never win against the sky, and can only be a supporting role. I'm not convinced, so let's take a look."

Shang Heng was silent for a moment, then pressed his eyebrows: "He said that?"

Rong Zhi flipped through the pages: "Actually, I don't understand why it is always written like this in novels, childhood sweethearts can only be affectionate male supporting roles forever, why must they be arranged to be the foil of the overlord?"

"Why must they guard silently, not fight or grab, give the heroine warmth when she needs it, let her go when she doesn't need it, and wait passively forever for the heroine to never turn back?"

Rong Zhi didn't know when he closed the book, and stared straight at Shang Heng with his dark eyes:

"Why does the protagonist always choose the domineering one, but refuses to look back at the person who has loved him the longest?"

"Can you explain to me?"

Shang Heng scratched his hair, said with a wry smile: "You are really embarrassing me."

Rong Zhi didn't expect to get any answers, so he threw the book aside and asked softly: "Shang Heng, have you ever liked anyone?"

Shang Heng began to think.

If he is lucky enough to find an ideal soul mate in the future, it must be someone who can continuously generate energy and passion for him.

The shadow of this ideal type dimly gathered and dispersed in his mind. In the end, he hesitated for a moment, shook his head with a smile: "You are asking the wrong person, I am a bachelor for ten thousand years."

Rong Zhi stopped talking, the two looked at each other silently for a moment, he lowered his head and said indifferently: "Okay, it's getting late, you should go back to rest early, or if you want to stay overnight, I don't mind."

Shang Heng pursed his lips, and immediately got up to say goodbye.

Before leaving, Rong Zhi saw some hesitation on his face, and smiled clearly: "You don't have to take what you said just now, it was just my whims and delusions. As for being in your room just now, I said After that, nothing happened."

He narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the pattern on the corner of the wall. There was a picture hanging there, but it was empty at the moment, except for a nail stuck on the wallpaper.

Rong Zhi said in a low voice: "Everything is my own wish, it has nothing to do with you."

His indifferent expression is like a young deer who voluntarily cut open its chest in front of the hunter, a kind of sacrifice without complaint or regret, showing waves in the silent and calm place.

Shang Heng was startled, but didn't know what to say, raised his hand and waved, silently preparing to leave.

But when he turned around, his finger accidentally brushed against the nail on the wall, and a drop of blood immediately appeared on his index finger.

Shang Heng frowned, but he didn't feel too much pain. Before he had time to check, Rong Zhi grabbed his hand first, and his nervous voice was even a little out of breath:

"Why are you so careless? What if there is rust on the nails?"

When Rong Zhi seldom had any mood swings, at this time he carefully held his index finger in his mouth, and the tip of his tongue gently hooked off the little drop of blood.

Shang Heng watched his movements with a complicated expression, and slowly withdrew his hand: "It's just scratching a little bit of oily skin, I will go to apply the medicine."

"I'll get you a Band-Aid. I have it in my bag."

There was a small black mountaineering bag next to the closet, and Rong Zhi hurriedly searched for the Band-Aid in it, probably because there were too many sundries, and he accidentally found a photo, which fluttered on the carpet.

Shang Heng bent down to pick it up: "You lost your things..."

The moment he saw the person in the photo clearly, Shang Heng's expression suddenly froze, and the hand he handed back to the other party froze in the air.

It was a high school student wearing a school uniform, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a crumpled white T-shirt under the open school uniform jacket, the hem of which was stained with dirt and dust, as if he had just fought with someone.

The boy's eyes were indifferent, and the corner of his lips was flushed with his thumb, showing a little insolent smile.

The photo looks like a sneak shot, but it's not this that shocked Shang Heng, this face that couldn't be more familiar, isn't he himself in high school?

Rong Zhi snatched the photo, quickly stuffed it into his bag, and then handed him the Band-Aid: "Sorry."

sorry for what?

Shang Heng held a box of Band-Aids and looked at him speechlessly.

Rong Zhi didn't look at him, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to rest."

Shang Heng looked at him for a while, seeing that the other party still had no intention of explaining, so he nodded and left.

He held the doorknob, and his mind was still on that high school photo. Is this because of the high school classmate "childhood sweetheart" set in the book?Or is Rong Zhi hiding something?

Did they know each other before wearing the book?But I have no impression of him...

Full of doubts, Shang Heng opened the door, ready to go back to his room to sort out the mess.

As soon as he raised his eyes, a long and slender shadow stood by the porch against the light. The retro double-breasted overcoat made his shoulders broad and steady. With one hand in his pocket, a simple black watch was exposed on his wrist.

Wen Ruiyun didn't know how long he had been here, so he just stood there, quietly watching Shang Heng come out of the room calmly, wearing a crumpled suit that smelled of alcohol.

The man slowly withdrew his hand, the screen of the phone in his palm was still on, he smiled at Shang Heng's astonished eyes, and said casually:

"Mr. Shang, it's so late, are you still busy?"