He walks the career path in Shurachang

The next day was a sunny day.

As usual, Wen Ruiyun wakes up on time under the urging of the biological clock, dresses, washes, eats, and browses the news and the stock market.

After everything was done, I got into the car, took advantage of the one-hour journey to the company, and held a short video meeting with the department executives to sort out the issues to be solved today and the meeting ideas.

During the break in the middle of the meeting, Wen Ruiyun drank his tea with his head down, fiddling with his mobile phone absent-mindedly. Today is the day Shang Heng came back.

The weather was getting warmer and he didn't need to wear those heavy coats anymore. He specially picked out a light and slim dark blue suit, and the collar button was fastened to the top button meticulously.

Every strand of hair has been carefully taken care of, and the position of the tie knot is just right, so that there is no wrinkle.

Every detail of the whole body is meticulous and solemn.

The waiting time was too unbearable. When the meeting ended at noon, Wen Ruiyun couldn't help but send a message to Shang Heng asking about the flight time.

I don't know whether he didn't see it or he had already boarded the plane, but he never heard back.

After a busy day's work, Wen Ruiyun called Shang Heng at the usual time, and there was a notification sound that the other party had turned off the phone.

It appears to be on a plane.

Wen Ruiyun looked down at the SMS chat history on the phone screen, and slid his thumb lightly. While expecting, he felt a little strange. If Shang Heng saw his message before boarding the plane, he should have replied to him.

Or, did he deliberately not tell himself the time, could it be that he was going to kill him by surprise?

Wen Ruiyun took out the small square blue velvet gift box from the drawer, opened the lid, and there was a pair of platinum and diamond rings in the middle, simple in style but luxurious in texture.

Split in half along the diamond's central axis, it fits perfectly when brought together, and becomes two identical wedding rings when separated.

Wen Ranran gave him countless fashionable marriage proposals, but they were all ruthlessly rejected by Wen Ruiyun, the picky Party A.

In the end, he decided to use the most traditional way - to get the certificate directly.

Secretary Wu has already made all the preparations for the wedding banquet for him, and now it's up to Shang Heng, the protagonist, to get ready.

Wen Ruiyun put down the ring, got up and came to the floor-to-ceiling windows, the upper floors of the twin towers had a panoramic view of the city immersed in the sunset.

He looked at the deep and light rouge color on the horizon, wondering if Shang Heng was admiring the same sunset as he was at this time?

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At the same time, at the other end of the city, the Jinlingyuan villa area, bathed in the same glow, is still as orderly as usual.

Shang Heng woke up in a state of dizziness.

He seemed to have slept for a long time, so long that he almost forgot the night and the night. During this long sleep, he woke up vaguely in the middle of it, and then fell asleep again, with dim light and shadow flickering in front of him, and the sound of footsteps walking , far away in the sky, misty like fog.

When the consciousness gradually returned, everything around seemed so unreal.

His vision changed from blurred to clear. The first thing he saw was the warm golden wall, and the soft bed under him. He frowned and looked around, his fingers brushing the silky satin quilt.

This is a completely enclosed bedroom with smooth walls on all sides. The room is spacious and the floor is covered with snow-white carpets. All the furnishings are his usual ones. There is a TV screen embedded in the middle of the wall facing the bed.

The edges of the tables, chairs and cabinets are rounded without corners, and there is an open door in the room, which is the bathroom.

Shang Heng sat up from the bed, still feeling weak all over, the moment his wrist was lifted, there was a metallic sound of tinkling bells.

He looked down and saw that there was a metal ring on his right wrist, which fit the inner side of the skin and was stuffed with soft and breathable cotton. The bracelet was connected to a two-finger-wide metal chain, and the other end was locked on the head of the bed. in the walls.

I don't know what kind of material it is, but it's light but strong, and it can't be cut without special tools.

The length of this chain was two or three meters long. Shang Heng got out of bed and tried to walk around while leaning on the wall. There was no big obstacle in moving around the room, and the distance to the bathroom was enough.

It shows how much thought Rongzhi put into creating such a "golden house".

"you're awake?"

With a warm voice behind him, Shang Heng immediately turned his head.

I saw that the other wall slid open to both sides like an elevator door, and closed it immediately after Rong Zhi entered the room. If you don't look carefully, you can hardly see the gap in the door with the naked eye.

Shang Heng looked around, there must be surveillance somewhere in this room, otherwise Rong Zhi would never have delivered the food so well.

Rong Zhi pushed a small dining cart to the table, and served the carefully prepared food on the table.

The tableware is edible biscuit tableware. Shang Heng held it in his hand and weighed it. It is no problem to use it for eating, but it will break if you use a little force. Even a fork is useless.

Rong Zhi caught a glimpse of his movements and smiled slightly: "You are hungry, you haven't eaten all day, fill your stomach quickly."

As he said that, he served Shang Heng with soup and served vegetables slowly. From his back to his movements, he was as quiet and gentle as a considerate wife.

If it wasn't for the fact that the time and place were wrong, and the memory was not missing at all, Shang Heng would have applauded such absurd scene.

Shang Heng took a fixed look at him, snorted lightly, and mocked, "Do I still need to eat your cooking? Who knows what ingredients are added to it?"

Rong Zhi calmly smiled back: "Don't worry, it's just an ordinary meal, I'll eat with you."

He also served himself a portion, and ate two mouthfuls in front of Shang Heng.

Shang Heng still didn't move his chopsticks, and shook the chain on his wrist: "Is this how you treat your friends and old classmates? Locked up in a dungeon where there is finally no light?"

Rong Zhi silently put down the bowl and chopsticks, bent his fingers, and tapped the wall twice.

The four walls in the room actually lit up with a faint light. In the blink of an eye, the warm golden walls, which were originally ordinary, showed the outdoor sunlight and green plants under the projection.

Two taps again, and the picture changed again, this time it was the scenery of the beach.

Surprised for only a moment, Shang Heng was almost amused by his deception: "Do you think this room is not a prison cell if you do this? Is it interesting to deceive yourself?"

No matter how clear and realistic the picture is, the fake is still fake!

Rong Zhi turned off the projector and looked at him intently: "I will not let you leave me. The purpose of designing such a wall is to make your life as comfortable as possible and not so boring."

Without further ado, Shang Heng accumulated his strength for a long time, raised his foot and kicked the wall fiercely, there was a heavy muffled sound, the wall behind it was solid, this is probably the safe house under the villa, it can even protect against earthquakes and air raid.

After this kick, Shang Heng shook with all his strength, and fell to sit on the carpet with his back against the edge of the bed, his chest heaved slightly, and his hands and feet were numb.

The chain on his wrist began to shrink into the wall, gradually shortening in length, and finally shortened to only half a meter. He had to stay against the head of the bed, unable to go anywhere.

Rong Zhi looked at him with some distress: "You still have the effect of muscle relaxants on your body, don't move around anymore."

Shang Heng half-closed his eyes, and looked at him mockingly: "Is this what you want? I will never like you, but if you dare to approach me half a step, even if you don't want your arm, I will use this chain to break your arm." Neck, even so, are you happy?"

The heart felt like being stung by a scorpion, and the dull pain rushed to the limbs. Rong Zhi's eyes dimmed, and he became firm again for a moment: "Yes, I don't care who you like in your heart. As long as you stay by my side, I will love you." Satisfied."

Shang Heng narrowed his eyes and didn't speak.

Rong Zhi brought the food to the bedside: "Eat a little bit, the nutritional injection will be very uncomfortable."

Shang Heng took a few breaths lightly, not to mention standing up, it was difficult to move his fingers: "How much hatred do I have with you?"

Rong Zhi shook his head: "How could it be?"

He stretched out his hand to touch the other person's cheek, but he paused in mid-air under Shang Heng's sharp gaze, and finally retracted it stiffly.

He stirred the hot soup slowly with a spoon, and said: "In your eyes, I am just a passer-by with no sense of existence, but in my eyes, you are the object I yearned for the most when I was young."

Shang Heng closed his eyes and simply didn't look at him.

Rong Zhi looked down at the pattern outlined on the carpet, his eyes were empty, and his tone was as vague as a memory: "When I was young, because of my body and appearance, I was often bullied and even blackmailed by my classmates. Punching and kicking..."

"I also tried to call for help, ran home and cried to my mother, but it was useless. My mother is also a cowardly person. She would only scold me for embarrassing her. Once the trouble came to the teacher, a few words of banter among classmates can be dismissed. , and what is waiting for me is intensified bullying..."

"So gradually, I stopped asking for help."

"I still remember one time, they knocked over my lunch, stepped on the meal with dirty sneakers, told me to eat it, they said I was only worthy of eating dirty food, I was beaten on the ground, my face was covered Stepping on the soles of my shoes, at a loss..."

It was obviously a sad memory, but Rong Zhi was smiling, with a gentle light on his face: "You just appeared so suddenly, jumped out from the garden wall, and kicked people to the ground with one kick."

At that time, Rong Zhi who was in the mud looked up desperately, and he saw Shang Heng's silhouette against the light in the sun, like a person drowning in a dry well, desperately trying to catch a beam of light cast by the mouth of the well.

But no matter how hard he tried, it was futile.

Shang Heng frowned, it seemed that there was such a thing, but it was just a trivial matter that he ran rampant on the campus in middle school and couldn't count it.

Rong Zhi sighed: "Actually, I know, you didn't come here specially to save me. It's just because those guys happened to block your way."

Shang Heng: "In that case, you don't have to keep it in your heart."

Rong Zhi smiled: "Actually, what I'm really happy about is not that you saved me."

"At that time, after you drove those guys away, my lunch was spilled on the floor. You saw me crying because of grievances, and you even picked up a rice ball from the ground, peeled off the part that was stained with mud, put it in your mouth and bit it Take a sip."

"I was stunned for a moment, and I even forgot the pain of the wound on my body. How can you eat such a dirty thing?"

"Unexpectedly, you asked me if I made the lunch myself. It's delicious."

Shang Heng didn't speak in silence, Rong Zhi almost burst into tears with laughter: "In this world, no one has ever praised me, whether it's family or school, I always seem to be the most redundant one."

"And you, how can you be so good? Looking at you, I don't feel sad."

"I was afraid that they would come back again, so I grabbed the corner of your clothes, hoping that you would not leave. You were reluctant, but agreed to stay and finish this lunch with me."

"From then on, I thought, if I could be like you, as confident, assertive, powerful, and handsome as you, would my world be different?"

"But at that time, I didn't deserve you at all. I didn't have any of these things. I only had low self-esteem, timidity, weakness and ugliness."

"I only dare to look at you from a distance, like a transparent shadow."

Shang Heng looked at him movedly, and his lips moved: "What's the matter with the book? Could it be that you also wrote the books in this world?"