After the meal, the person in charge of the restaurant came over again, and when he finished talking with Shen Mucheng and the others, Luo Shaoheng stopped him.
"What orders does Mr. Luo have?" asked the person in charge.
"The brewed coconut milk jelly just now can have a little less wine, and add some honey to the fructose." Luo Shaoheng mentioned.
"This..." The person in charge subconsciously looked at Shen Mucheng.
"Try as he said." Shen Mucheng said.
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Luo, for your suggestion," said the person in charge.
"You're welcome, I just ate this once." Luo Shaoheng smiled.
This dessert was proposed by Shen Mucheng, and Shen Yun couldn't help being a little surprised when he heard him say this: "Mr. Luo has eaten this? I thought our side was the first to go on the market."
"You should be the first to go on the market. I just ate it by chance, and the other party didn't sell it." Luo Shaoheng explained half-truthfully.
"I see." Shen Yun nodded.
After eating this meal for nearly two hours, they went straight back to the hotel after leaving the restaurant.
When they arrived at the hotel lobby, Shen Yun took the opportunity to pull Shen Yu two steps behind, tapped Shen Mucheng and Luo Shaoheng in front with his chin, and asked with his eyes what was going on in the car just now, and why he brought them back suddenly.
Shen Yu glanced at him, made a gesture to shut up, and quickly followed up to press the elevator door. Shen Yun, who was ignored, had to follow obediently.
The elevator slowly ascended, Luo Shaoheng suddenly asked: "By the way, will I disturb you?"
Shen Yun choked when he almost didn't drink water, brother, is it a little late for you to remember to ask this now? The rooms are almost there.
Shen Mucheng glanced at Luo Shaoheng, saw that he was also looking at him, with the expression "I won't leave" written all over his face, and said, "It doesn't matter."
"That's good, then I'll interrupt you later." Luo Shaoheng answered quickly, as if he was waiting for him to say this.
Shen Yun turned his gaze around the two of them, then looked at his elder brother who had entered the state of deaf-mute, and silently took a step back.
Upstairs, Shen Yu stopped at the door of a room, and made a gesture of invitation to Luo Shaoheng: "Mr. Luo, your room is here."
Luo Shaoheng took the room card and nodded at him: "Thank you." Then he looked at Shen Mucheng and asked, "Where is your room?"
"Front." Shen Mucheng raised his chin slightly, and pointed to the room diagonally opposite the door ahead.
Shen Yun thought to himself: I even asked about the room, brother, you are going to knock on the door in the middle of the night, right? !
"You won't leave suddenly in the middle of the night, will you?" Luo Shaoheng asked jokingly half-seriously.
"No." Shen Mucheng said, "I won't go back on what I said."
"That's good, good night." Luo Shaoheng felt relieved, swiped his card to open the door of his own room, the door stopped halfway open, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and shouted at them: "Wait a minute."
The three stopped and looked back at him, Luo Shaoheng looked at Shen Mucheng and asked, "Sorry, there is something I want to confirm."
"Tell me." Shen Mucheng said.
"Do you remember that you went to City A twelve years ago?" Luo Shaoheng still couldn't help asking, this question has been on his mind since the meal.
Twelve years ago, not twelve days ago, other people might not remember it, but Shen Mucheng remembered it very clearly. On that day twelve years ago, the people under his command changed. What was supposed to be a good negotiation turned into a Shura field. He was injured in that accident and fell into a coma, and then he lay on the hospital bed for nine years until three years Woke up just before.
He went to City A to run some errands. At that time, not many people knew about it, and almost all the people involved in that accident died. Now that Luo Shaoheng asks this, does it mean that he has something to do with what happened back then
Thinking of this, Shen Mucheng's eyes paused slightly, and he said unhurriedly: "I remember."
Luo Shaoheng's heart tightened, he moved his footsteps towards him, and said in a slightly anxious tone, "Then you still remember..."
An urgent ringtone interrupted the conversation between the two. Shen Mucheng took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket. After seeing the name of the caller, he glanced at Luo Shaoheng, made a gesture and turned to leave. Shen Yun quickly stepped forward to help him open the door , The three entered the house.
"...Then do you still remember who saved you back then, and who did you promise to be with him forever?" Luo Shaoheng stood where he was and finished the sentence he hadn't finished speaking, looking at the door behind him. The eyes closed, and the strength that had surged up just now was lost a little bit, and after standing for a while, he turned and opened the door and entered his room.
After closing the door, Luo Shaoheng leaned his back against the door, took several deep breaths but couldn't calm down his heart, he slid along the door panel and fell to the ground, closed his eyes forcefully, his chest heaved greatly, and his teeth were gnashing loudly.
After a while, he raised his hand to cover his chest, feeling the sharp throbbing and pain there, and slowly raised the corner of his mouth, whispering, "...Fortunately, you are still alive."
It was just a simple six words, and when he said it, there was a faint cry.
At night, Luo Shaoheng dreamed of the day when he confessed to Shen Mucheng, probably because he had confessed to Shen Mucheng during the day, he dreamed of the scene where he secretly kissed Shen Mucheng when he was eighteen years old in the studio.
Luo Shaoheng couldn't tell when he fell in love with Shen Mucheng. It was probably when he was walking home from the street with his drunken self on his back, or when he went to learn how to cook for himself, or maybe it was him When he smiled in front of himself for the first time and reached out to press the top of his head.
In the process of getting along day and night, strange feelings grew in his heart little by little. At first he didn't notice it, he just thought it was his liking and pursuit of beautiful things. When he realized it, he realized that the lines in his pen had slowed down. The slowness becomes different, and the finished products presented also become different. The whole studio is almost covered with portraits of the same person.
His pen fell in love with the people in the painting, and he was also moved by the reality of Shen Mucheng.
Looking at Shen Mucheng who was leaning on the chair and fell asleep because of being extremely tired, he walked over lightly and quietly looked at his sleeping face.
Shen Mucheng's tall body was huddled in the wooden chair, his legs were bent straight, and they were casually placed on the ground. The dark jeans wrapped his long legs very slender. Luo Shaoheng knew how beautiful the lines hidden under the fabric were, Everywhere is like carefully carved.
Every line on Shen Mucheng's body is the one he is most familiar with. He has drawn this person countless times, almost to the point where he can draw it with his eyes closed.
Probably because of the role of beauty in the eye of a beholder, he actually felt that the person in front of him with a faint scum on his chin and a frown and a cold face even when he was sleeping was more beautiful than all the people he had painted.
It’s so good that just looking at him makes my heart feel like it’s going to jump out, so I can’t help but want to touch him, kiss him, use my fingers instead of a brush to draw lines on his body little by little, from head to toe, not a single place let go.
The inner desire defeated reason, Luo Shaoheng obeyed his will, slowly bent down, and very lightly placed a shallow kiss on Shen Mucheng's cheekbone, stayed on it for a few seconds before reluctantly leaving, and then returned to the The unfinished painting continues on the seat.
Ten minutes after he left, Shen Mucheng woke up, saw him still sitting in front of the easel, got up from the chair and said, "I'm going out to cook, what do you want to eat?"
"It's all right." Luo Shaoheng said without raising his head, the paintbrush in his hand kept on.
The food for the two of them was always prepared by Shen Mucheng, and Shen Mu was very clear about his liking for him, so he went out to prepare immediately, and Luo Shaoheng stopped him when he passed the easel: "Wait a minute."
"Huh?" Shen Mucheng looked back at him.
"You haven't given me the answer yet." Luo Shaoheng said, putting down the last stroke, and looked up at him.
"What?" Shen Mucheng was puzzled.
Luo Shaoheng tapped the position of his cheek with the end of the brush, and looked at him with a smile: "Do you understand?"
Shen Mucheng was silent for a few seconds when he saw him breaking the point: "How do you know?"
"How do you know you're awake?" Luo Shaoheng put down his pen and walked in front of him, looked directly at him and said, "It's not important, the important thing is that I like you, Shen Mucheng, do you want to be with me?"
The small studio is full of drawing paper, paints, brushes, and plaster statues. Several easels of different heights are placed randomly, and discarded paper is scattered on the ground. To be honest, this scene is not romantic at all. , but to Luo Shaoheng, it is more real and beautiful than any other place.
Especially when the person in front of him approached him, took the initiative to hold his hand with his warm and dry hand, and lowered his head to kiss himself, he felt that he was favored by the god of love, and he heard the cheerful ringing of bells in his heart.
—I am so happy that the person I like happens to like me too.
However, even if it is just a dream, not all are pure and beautiful, and everything has its pros and cons.
Waking up from the dream again, he looked like he had just been fished out of the water in the cold winter. There was sweat on his forehead and neck, and his pajamas stuck to his back, making him very uncomfortable.
He reached out and touched the mobile phone at the side. The time on it showed 4:30 in the morning, and it was only over an hour since he fell asleep to being awakened.
In just one hour, the dream seemed to be fast forwarded, and the past between him and Shen Mucheng was played again, including the scene he saw in the hospital after Shen Mucheng's accident.
"...No." Luo Shaoheng whispered to himself, "It's all a dream, he's still alive, he's still alive."
It's just that no matter how many times he said this sentence, he couldn't suppress the panic in his heart. The shadows of those years were too deep, and the burnt corpse back then made his whole body collapse, so much so. For many years, he was still unable to get out, and stubbornly sealed himself up in the year when Shen Mucheng had an accident.
No matter how strong he is in front of outsiders, he can't deceive himself behind his back. Without this person, no matter how hard he tries to smile, he won't be able to live well.
Without the slightest hesitation, he threw off the quilt and got out of bed, picked up the coat at the side, put it on, and went out.
Shen Mucheng's room was diagonally opposite to him, and the corridor was quiet at this moment. He walked to the door of Shen Mucheng's room and stood still, stretching out his hand to cover the door panel. Slowly, the wild demons in his heart calmed down a little. a little bit.
This is real, he's not dead, it's in it.
No corpses, no morgues, no cemeteries, no black and white photos.
He is truly alive, right in front of his eyes.
Luo Shaoheng told himself silently in his heart, put his forehead against the door panel, and slowly closed his eyes.
If Shenmu City was still Shenmu City back then, Luo Shaoheng would knock on the door without hesitation, and hug him with his best strength, but he couldn't. I haven't figured out what's going on now. Judging from Mucheng's performance, he obviously has doubts about himself, and continuing to act rashly will only deepen his defenses.
Wait, it's been so many years, hasn't it
That night, Luo Shaoheng stood in front of the door for two full hours. It was not until the sky lightened slightly that he moved his stiff body and returned to his room.