"Tear-"
The sound of the pen tip scratching the paper sounded in the conference room. Although the sound was small, it made waves in the quiet room. A manager who was reporting while standing was sweating profusely, thinking that there was something wrong with his report just now.
Shen Mucheng looked at the place where he had scratched on the paper, casually raised his head and glanced at the people present, then calmly retracted the pen, nodded to the standing people, the other party sat down with a sigh of relief, the others People are still tense, afraid that the next one will click on themselves.
But they were overwhelmed, and Shen Mucheng's thoughts were not on them at all. Luo Shaoheng's voice came from the bluetooth headset next to his ear: "Why don't you speak? Are you scared by me? Then I'll be more tactful, I want to chat with you."
I don't feel euphemistic.
Shen Mucheng thought in his heart, but his originally slightly angry mood calmed down a little because of his words. He closed the document in his hand and handed it to Shen Yun next to him, raised his hand to signal the end of the meeting, got up and left the conference room.
Seeing his back when he went out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and was full of gratitude to the unknown person who called suddenly.
Shen Mucheng returned to his office with his mobile phone, and he didn't speak all the way. Luo Shaoheng said a few words but got no answer. He hesitated for a while, and asked tentatively: "Are you busy? Or should you be busy first, I'll hang up first..."
"Not busy." Shen Mucheng said slowly, leaning slightly on the back of the chair, raised his hand and gestured to Shen Yun who came in, Shen Yun nodded and left.
Hearing his answer, Luo Shaoheng heaved a sigh of relief, leaned back on the seat with a relaxed posture: "What were you doing just now?"
"A meeting." Shen Mucheng said concisely.
"Huh?" Luo Shaoheng sat up from his seat, "Did I disturb you? Sorry..."
"No need to apologize." Shen Mucheng interrupted him, and he found that he really didn't like hearing Luo Shaoheng say these two words to himself, "It's over."
"Really? That's good." Luo Shaoheng leaned back and chatted with him.
Most of the conversation between the two was said by Luo Shaoheng, and Shen Mucheng's response was very short, sometimes just a word of "um", but Luo Shaoheng didn't care at all, but felt familiar. When he first met Shen Mucheng, the other party It's also the same attitude, neither hot nor cold, and doesn't take the initiative to chat, but he will answer as long as he speaks.
Luo Shaoheng didn't know what he said, he seemed to have said a lot, but he didn't seem to say anything, the phone he was holding was slightly hot, but he was reluctant to hang up the phone, even if he couldn't see anyone, it would be good to hear the voice .
He didn't give up until the phone heard a low battery warning.
"Shen Mucheng." Luo Shaoheng called him softly.
"Um."
A deep voice came from the mobile phone, as if the person who spoke was by his side, Luo Shaoheng asked in a low voice, "After the Chinese New Year, I'll go and find you, okay?"
I'm going to find you, okay, life alone is so sad, I almost can't go on anymore.
The other end of the phone was quiet for a few seconds, and it was still a simple and clear word, but it instantly filled Luo Shaoheng's heart that had been empty for ten years, filling him with the oxygen that kept him alive.
Shen Mucheng: "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Luo Shaoheng stretched out his hand to cover his eyes and remained still for a long time.
On New Year's Eve, Luo Shaoheng handed over the affairs of the resort to Wang Xiaoquan and decided to go home.
Before going out, he looked in front of the mirror for a long time. He used to feel that he hadn't changed, but now he always felt that something was wrong. Because of his illness, his face was a little haggard, and his long-term insomnia caused a faint blue color under his eyes.
"Why did you grow up like this?" Luo Shaoheng touched his chin strangely. He remembered that he used to look pretty good, but he felt a lot older after a few years.
"Forget it, the mother doesn't think the son is ugly." He comforted himself, put on his coat, took the key and went out.
Although his parents didn't agree with him and Shen Mucheng at the beginning, Luo Shaoheng always wanted to be closer to his parents. Even if he couldn't fulfill his responsibilities as a child, he could at least know whether his parents were healthy or not. The resort is located in City A.
He has walked the road leading to the Luo family's main house countless times. Even if he has been running back and forth in various places in the past few years, he will inevitably come to have a look when he comes back, but he has never been so close.
As the car got closer and closer to the house, his slightly anxious speed slowed down.
He parked the car opposite the gate of the house, and instead of getting out of the car, he just rolled down the window and looked at the opposite side.
The saying of being close to the hometown is not true at all. After so many years, he still doesn't know how to face his parents.
The cold wind came in from the car window, making him sneezed and rubbed his nose with his hands. When he looked up, he saw the gate of the yard opened. A short and fat woman came out with a bag of black things. She went straight to Luo Shaoheng. Luo Shaoheng knew that she was going to take out the trash, and there was a trash can not far from his car.
As the distance got closer and closer, the woman's footsteps slowly stopped, and she looked at Luo Shaoheng, her face ranging from disbelief to ecstasy, until Luo Shaoheng opened the car door and walked up to her, and shouted with a smile: " Mama Wu."
The woman is a servant of Luo's family, she looked at Luo Shaoheng, and tears welled up: "...young master."
"Hey." Luo Shaoheng replied with a smile, "It's Chinese New Year, why are you crying?"
"I'm so happy." Wu Ma wiped her tears with her hand, turned around and was about to go back, "I'll tell my wife."
"Wait." Luo Shaoheng called her, took the bag in her hand, took it to the trash bin in front and threw it away, and when he came back, he saw that she was still wiping tears where she was, and couldn't help but feel sad: "Don't cry, it's cold outside, go back Bar."
"Okay, okay." Wu Ma walked back with him tearfully.
After 12 years, when Luo Shaoheng stepped into the courtyard of his home again, besides heaviness, he was even more excited. He had lived here for 18 years, and he had been away for 12 years. The wooden city made him feel like a lifetime away.
As soon as the two arrived at the door of the main house, Mama Wu couldn't help but trot in and said excitedly to the people inside: "Master! Ma'am! The young master is back!"
Her words shocked everyone in the living room. Mrs. Luo shook her hand holding the teacup. The cup knocked against the edge of the table and fell to the carpet, but she didn't care. She stood up while holding on to the handrail beside her, and walked forward a few steps. He stopped again: "... Shaoheng?"
The same is true of Mr. Luo next to her, helping Mrs. Luo to watch the people walking towards them.
The moment Luo Shaoheng saw the two of them, the corners of Luo Shaoheng's eyes turned red. He quickened up a few steps to hold their hands, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Dad, Mom."
His words made everyone present turn red-eyed. Mrs. Luo stroked his hair with trembling hands: "It's good to be back, it's good to be back." The Mrs. Luo is dead, years have mercilessly left indelible scars on her face, and now she is just an ordinary mother who has been looking forward to the return of her youngest son for many years.
This night, for twelve years, the Luo family was truly reunited.
At one o'clock in the middle of the night, Luo Shaoheng managed to put his mother who was holding him to sleep, poured a cup of hot milk and stood on the balcony. The fireworks outside lit up the entire night sky, and it looked as bright as day.
Taking out his phone from his pocket, he adjusted the focus and took a photo of the fireworks exploding in the sky, and then sent it to Shen Mucheng in the form of MMS.
When Shen Yun saw Shen Mucheng coming out, he immediately got out of the car and went up to him: "BOSS."
Shen Mucheng nodded, and walked towards the car with him, Shen Yun stepped forward to open the car door for him, and turned to the driver's seat after he sat in.
"Go back." Shen Mucheng said, closing his eyes and resting against the back of the chair.
"Yes." Shen Yun started the car and left.
The car drove steadily, Shen Yun saw through the rearview mirror that Shen Mucheng's face was a little tired, his brows were slightly frowned, and he asked aloud: "Boss, do you want to have Doctor Tai Bo come over?"
Shen Mucheng stretched out his hand to press the center of his brows, the pain in his brain made him tug on his tie a little annoyed, and he loosened the neckline before saying, "No need."
"But your condition..."
"No problem." Shen Mucheng interrupted him.
Shen Yun had no choice but to shut up, sighed slightly in his heart, slightly accelerated the speed of the car, and tried to go back as early as possible so that Shen Mucheng could rest.
Back home, Shen Mucheng took off his coat, tore off his tie and threw it aside to take a shower, when the phone that had just been placed on the table vibrated.
"Well-"
Shen Mucheng glanced casually, his eyes froze, and his eyes stopped on the name on the screen—Luo Shaoheng.
He picked up his mobile phone, and what Luo Shaoheng sent was a photo of fireworks, colorful, like huge flowers spreading in the air, and there was an English sentence under the photo—MISS YOU.
This reminded him of the "KISS YOU" that Luo Shaoheng said on the phone before, the voice was soft and full of love.
When he was in Switzerland, the image of Luo Shaoheng holding his hand with red eyes came into his mind again. From the day he came back, the other party's affectionate and desperate eyes have been lingering in front of his eyes, and every time he thinks about it, he feels uncomfortable.
—he shouldn't be like this, he should...
What should happen, Shen Mucheng couldn't say, but instinctively felt that this person shouldn't show such an expression.
"Well-"
The phone vibrated again, and Luo Shaoheng sent another message,
—Happy New Year, good night.
He went to the balcony with his mobile phone. The cold wind outside made him sober up a lot. He opened the screen and dialed Luo Shaoheng's number.