On the day of the divorce, Lao Gong lost his memory

Knock knock!Shan Cen symbolically knocked on the door three times.

The person in front of the desk raised his head, and immediately showed a big smile when he saw Shan Cen, "Baby, are you looking for me?"

"Yeah." Shan Cen walked over and put the freshly made juice on the table.

Lin Lu's eyes lit up, "For me?"

"Ah."

Lin Lu stood up and couldn't wait to pick it up and took a big sip. It was fresh orange juice, very sweet.He narrowed his eyes, "Thank you baby!"

"You're welcome." Shan Cen hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Ning Qi said, you know about your father."

Lin Lu paused as he was about to drink the juice, the smile on his face faded, and he let out an 'hmm'.

Shan Cen is not good at comforting others. Seeing that Lin Lu's mood became depressed, he could only say dryly, "Don't... be too sad."

"I'm fine." Lin Lu lowered his eyes to suppress the emotions in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Probably because the memory of the body is still there, or the subconscious has accepted this fact, so when I heard the news, I didn't seem to be very sad. .”

Shan Cen's heart suddenly throbbed violently.

When Lin's father had an accident, he happened to be abroad with his parents. When he heard the news and hurried back, it was already half a month later, and everything had been settled.

Lin Lu picked him up at the airport, and when he organized his words to comfort someone, the other party gave him a hug, said he was fine, and told him not to worry.

Time seems to go back to the airport many years ago, with the sound of announcements reminding passengers to board the plane, and pedestrians hurrying around.

They hugged for a long time.

"Am I...very cold-blooded?" Lin Lu asked suddenly.

"no!"

Actions were faster than brains, and before Lin Lu could react, the figure in front of the desk had already walked in front of him, with his hands wrapped around his waist and entwined around his back.

He was hugged.

The good smell on Shan Cen's body went straight to his nose. It was a smell that he had smelled countless times, and he was so familiar that it seemed to be engraved deep in his soul.

"You are not cold-blooded."

Lin Lu heard Shan Cen speak in his ear.

He put down the cup, raised his arms to embrace the person, and rested his chin on the other person's shoulder naturally, he was too thin, Lin Lu thought.

The study suddenly became quiet, and Shan Cen seemed to hear the sound of time passing, tick...tick...

After a long time, he remembered his purpose of coming in, "Do you want to visit the nursing home tomorrow?"

Lin Lu: "Yes."

The next day,

When Shan Cen got up, he found that there was no one at home.

He glanced at the messy sofa bed in the study, turned around and walked towards the kitchen, but stopped after taking two steps.

After 2 minutes, the quilt was shaken off and laid flat on the bed, as if putting on a bed flag would be comparable to a five-star hotel.

After breakfast, he entered the workshop.

It's just that I can't write for a long time while facing the extremely familiar canvas in front of me.

It can be said that the other person is abroad for the first time, so I didn't tell him. Then this time, what is the reason?

After a long silence, Shan Cen stood up, put the paint tray and brushes away, and the opened paints were also randomly covered and placed on the shelf.

"Why do you suddenly want to play golf?" Cong Cong put the wristband on his wrist, "And it was early in the morning."

"Ten o'clock." Shan Cen said.

"It's not early in the morning."

Cong Cong choked, and then retorted, "For young social animals like us, it's always a morning before twelve o'clock on weekends."

"No weekend is a weekend if you don't sleep in."

As he said, he pointed around, "Look, is there anyone?"

There was no one in the tennis hall except them, Shan Cen didn't respond, and walked to the opposite court while moving his arms.

Cong Cong took out a tennis ball from his pocket, tested the elasticity and feel, and said loudly: "Old rules, please eat if you win."

Shan Cen made an OK gesture, then held the racket with both hands, bent slightly, and prepared to catch the ball.

Tee off from Satoshi.

The ball landed on the ground, bounced, and Shan Cen swung his racket.

Boom-!

From Cong forward, when the ball hit the racket, the force was so strong that he almost lost his racket, "Damn it! Shan Cen, how much force did you use?"

Shan Cen ignored him and hit the ball with a backhand.

The speed of the ball was so fierce that Cong Cong had no other energy to speak.

All that was left on the court was the thud thud thud when they were playing and the sound of two people's shoes rubbing against the ground while they were running.

Two hours later,

From Cong's exhaustion until he was paralyzed on the ground, he gasped and accused, "What kind of blow did you get?"

Every time he hits a ball, he feels that the strength is a little bit heavier than before. He feels that his entire wrist is useless now.

Shan Cen came over and signaled him to get up, "Don't lie down."

"Who is to blame?" Cong Cong glared at him, too lazy to move, "Tell me honestly, how did I offend you?" Several times, he suspected that Shan Cen aimed at his head, although in the end All confirmed no.

"It's fine if you drag me to play early in the morning, but you still play to death."

"Sorry." Shan Cen apologized, "It's been too long since I hit, I couldn't control the intensity."

"Come on." Cong Cong didn't believe it at all, "As long as you haven't practiced this skill for a long time, I reasonably suspect that you practice until midnight every night at 02:30." Otherwise, the number of times he won today would not be counted in one hand. There are still leftovers.

Saying that, Cong Cong plucked his hair out depressedly, "So why did I come to seek torture?"

"..."

Shan Cen didn't know how to reply, so he didn't speak at all. He stretched his ankles, and seeing that Cong Cong didn't have any intention of getting up, he just sat down and stretched his feet to press his legs.

The field next to it has been occupied by twos and threes, and the sound of talking and playing ball can be heard from time to time.

"Hey, what happened to you and Lin Lu a few days ago?" Cong Cong suddenly remembered something, sat up and asked, "I left before the wedding was over, and I didn't reply to the message."

"There just happened to be something." Shan Cen explained, "The news may have been missed."

"Oh." Cong Cong didn't ask any more questions, and someone who followed suit began to press his legs, "Shan Cen, you may not like what I say, but come on, as a friend, I still have to say it."

Shan Cen looked sideways.

Cong Cong said: "The human heart is only that small, and it can hold so many things. If you pour it out from time to time, it will be full soon. If it is full, then your new Where do you put your stuff? Right."

Having been a roommate for several years, Shan Cen still understands Cong Cong's temperament. He is definitely not a person who would suddenly ask someone out to play. Looking at the number of ways he played today, he was completely venting.But people don't want to say that he has no choice but to beat the side drums.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell us," Cong Cong said, "You can talk to Lin Lu."

"Let's go." Shan Cen stood up, "I invite you to dinner."

Changed the topic again.

But some words are enough once, Cong Cong did not continue.

He wanted to stand up, but found that his calf muscles were still shaking. He raised his head sadly and stared at the culprit, "Expensive food."

"can."

The two came out of the arena.

Cong Cong moved his overstretched shoulders, but he still couldn't believe it, "You really haven't secretly practiced behind our backs?"

"No." Shan Cen took out his vibrating phone, it was a message.

[Lin Lu]: I'm almost home, what do you want for lunch?bring you

Cong Cong took out the car key to unlock the car, "Take my car there."

Shan Cen paused with his fingertips and typed: No, I will

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【Shan Cen】: Feel free

[Lin Lu]: Then Cantonese cuisine, I know you like it

"Sorry." Shan Cen put away his phone and apologized to Cong Cong, "Something happened suddenly, this meal may need to be rescheduled."

"Ah?" Cong Cong was stunned for a moment, "You don't want to eat?"

Shan Cen adjusted the strap of the tennis bag, the force is mutual, since Cong's arm is already tired to the point of losing the force, then his is not much better.

"Go back and eat."

"Don't you have to do it yourself when you get home? Don't you think it's troublesome?" Cong Cong still wanted to persuade.

Shan Cen has already strode forward, "No need to do it."

Cong Cong: "..."

Looking at the back of his heart like an arrow, he gave a 'tsk', "I feel like I am a tool man, come and go as soon as I am called."

With that said, he sent a message to You Xuxian.

[Cong Cong]: Come out for dinner?

[You Xuxian]: Location?

Cong Cong happily shared a positioning past.

It seems that in the food chain of the dormitory back then, he was not the last one.

Back home, Lin Lu hadn't returned yet, so Shan Cen went back to his room and changed his clothes, as if he had never been out.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he came out of the room and his eyes fell on Lin Lu's face.

The eyes and expression are just right, without the slightest flaw.

Sensing the gaze, Lin Lu looked up and said with a relaxed tone, "Come over for dinner!"

"En." Shan Cen walked over.

Lin Lu took the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen and came out. When he passed by Shan Cen, he stopped suddenly, then leaned over to Shan Cen and sniffed it. It was not the familiar lemon scent, but the smell of pine forest after snow. It was very light, but When paired with Shan Cen's cold temperament, it fits very well.

"How do you smell?" he asked.

Shan Cen was stunned, subconsciously took two steps back, his neck became a little red because of another person's breath, "shower gel."

"Really?" Lin Lu was puzzled, "I remember that the shower gel at home didn't smell like this."

"I used something else this morning." Shan Cen said.

Before going to the tennis court, he picked up the travel bag as a gift, and didn't notice whether the smell was the same when he washed it. He didn't expect Lin Lu to have such a good nose.

"Oh." Lin Lu accepted this statement, and sat over him to the other side, "It smells good, but I still like the original taste, sweet and sour."

Shan Cen: "..."

He raised his eyes to look at Lin Lu, a little puzzled, does the 17-year-old Lin Lu have such sweet words?

"Honey sauce pork." Lin Lu held a chopstick for Shan Cen, "I remember you like this the most."

Shan Cen looked at the extra dishes in the bowl, his eyes flickered, "Thank you."

"You're welcome!"

After dinner, Shan Cen got up to clean up the dishes. Lin Lu suddenly said, "I went to see my father. The doctor said that he is recovering well, and there is great hope that he will wake up."

The tone sounds relaxed.

Shan Cen listened, but felt uncomfortable.

Long eyelashes hang down, blocking the ice blue eyes, making it difficult to see the emotions of its owner.

"Ah."

He picked up the bowls and chopsticks and was about to send them into the kitchen, but someone blocked his way suddenly. Lin Lu leaned over slightly, looked into his eyes and asked softly, "Baby, are you angry?"

"No." Shan Cen denied.

The hands holding the bowls and chopsticks tightened tightly.

"You have." Lin Lu said firmly, the same as countless times before.

Shan Cen suddenly became curious, "How did you see that?"

Lin Lu stood up straight and said, "It's very simple. When you are angry, your eyelashes will droop a little bit." He stretched out his hand to compare the length of one millimeter. "The corners of your lips will also be tightened."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of smiles, "Am I particularly powerful?"

"Excellent." Shan Cen said.

Lin Lu was proud, "Yes, I..."

"Then do you think I can see your mood?" Shan Cen raised his eyes and asked.

Lin Lu's words stopped abruptly.

Shan Cen walked past him into the kitchen.

Cong Cong told him not to put on so many things in his heart, but in fact, these words are more suitable for Lin Lu.