The Stranger’s Homeward Journey

Chapter 20

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Seeing that Luo Shaoheng was not in a good mood, Shen Mucheng thought that he was a little tired after coming here today, so he drove back to the apartment directly after eating, and then took him around to get acquainted.

Shen Mucheng didn't like being disturbed. If it wasn't for business, apart from himself in the apartment, there would be Wang Ma who prepared three meals a day and the cleaning aunt who came once a week.

The apartment is a two-story duplex building, and because it is too large, it looks very empty. After walking around, Luo Shaoheng suddenly misses the two bedrooms and one living room where the two lived. Although the place is small, it feels like home.

"Here are the community door card and the key to the first floor. If you need anything, you can ask Shen Yun." Shen Mucheng took the key and door card from the drawer under the TV cabinet and handed them to Luo Shaoheng.

Luo Shaoheng took it, rubbed his finger on the key's tooth hole, raised his head and asked, "Can't I find you?"

Shen Mucheng looked at him, taking a panoramic view of the expectations in his eyes, noncommittal.

Luo Shaoheng was not in a hurry, he just stood there with a slight smile on his lips, waiting for his answer.

Shen Mucheng's eyes stopped on his smile, such a gentle smile made him not want to refuse: "Yes."

After getting the answer he wanted, the corners of Luo Shaoheng's mouth curled up, he took two steps forward, put his hand on Shen Mucheng's shoulder, and kissed his lips with a slight kick.

The time he kissed was very short, he pecked lightly and then backed away, hooked his fingers around the keychain and held it in the palm of his hand, and said to Shen Mucheng: "Good night."

"Good night." Shen Mucheng nodded expressionlessly, watching him go upstairs and open the door to enter the room.

Stretching out his hand to touch his lips, Shen Mucheng realized that the moment Luo Shaoheng kissed him just now, his heart beat a little faster than usual.

He looked at the door of Luo Shaoheng's room, and he couldn't figure out why he did these things so naturally, as if he had done them countless times, even though he had just met twice, and he obviously didn't like getting too close to people, so now Luo Shaoheng took the initiative to be intimate but didn't find it annoying.

He was surprised by his abnormality, but he couldn't pursue it, but anyway, he was happy, so he just did what he wanted.

Thinking of this, he no longer struggled, turned off the lights on the first floor and went upstairs. When he passed by Luo Shaoheng's door, he saw through the crack of the door that the man with a gentle and calm appearance just now was rolling on the bed.

The contrast is really... The corners of Shen Mucheng's lips raised slightly, he reached out to help him close the door, and went back to his room.

Luo Shaoheng was originally immersed in the joy of kissing Shen Mucheng, and as soon as he returned to the room, he couldn't help rolling on the bed a few times. When he got more and more excited when rolling, he heard a "click", and he turned around and saw the locked door. door, sitting up straight from the bed.

"..." seems too smug (,,??.??,,)

The next day, when Shen Mucheng woke up, he heard soft voices coming from downstairs in the corridor on the second floor. He walked to the side and looked down, and saw Luo Shaoheng chatting with Wang Ma in the kitchen, holding Li also helped peel something.

Pretty familiar. Shen Mucheng thought to himself, he was not in a hurry to go downstairs, he just leaned on the handrail and listened to their chat, he would find that the chat was all about himself.

"Acheng is relatively busy. Except for breakfast, I come here to cook most of the time on weekends." Wang Ma chatted with Luo Shaoheng while cutting potatoes. She used to serve Shen Mucheng's mother at Shen's house. Shen Mucheng After her parents had an accident, she went back to her hometown, and after Shen Mucheng had an accident, she came back to take care of him.

"Then what does he usually eat?" Luo Shaoheng asked.

"Entertainment, or go back to the master's house to accompany the old man." Wang Ma shredded the potatoes and put them aside.

"What does Shen Mucheng like to eat?" Luo Shaoheng handed her the washed peppers, wondering if Shen Mucheng's current taste has changed.

"It's relatively light. He's not in good health, so he can't eat anything that's too strong." Wang Ma chopped green peppers and shredded potatoes and put them together, then went to wash the scallions.

"What's wrong with his health?" Luo Shaoheng immediately asked.

"It's nothing, it's just some old problems." Wang Ma smiled and didn't say much on this topic, obviously she had some precautions.

She put the ingredients away, put the pot on the stove and said, "It's ready to cook, you should go out quickly, don't get caught in the oily smoke."

Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Luo Shaoheng planned to go out and wake Shen Mucheng up since he had nowhere to help, but when he arrived at the living room, he saw him leaning against the edge of the corridor on the second floor, looking down at him.

As soon as the two got up and down, Luo Shaoheng raised his head and waved to him: "Morning."

"Morning." Shen Mucheng replied, and walked downstairs slowly.

After yesterday's heavy rain, the sky this morning is extremely clear. The dining table is near the window, and the morning sunlight refracts in through the glass, bringing warmth to the room.

At the dining table, the two sat opposite each other, Luo Shaoheng couldn't help laughing while eating breakfast, Shen Mucheng put down the cup in his hand and asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

"No, I'm in a good mood." Luo Shaoheng took a sip of milk, and he didn't even dare to think about the scene of sitting and having breakfast with Shen Mucheng like this before.

"Are you busy waiting?" Luo Shaoheng asked.

"Not busy, why?"

"Then can you go shopping with me?" Luo Shaoheng's eyes lit up when he heard that he was not busy.

There was still a small circle of milk stains around his mouth, his eyes were black and bright, and he looked at Shen Mucheng expectantly. Shen Mucheng felt warmed by his appearance, and looked at him without saying a word, hanging his feet Only then did his appetite say: "Yes."

When he agreed, he was not surprised to see the joy in Luo Shaoheng's eyes, his heart moved, and he asked, "Any other requests?"

"Can you share half of the roof with me?" Luo Shaoheng pointed to the roof outside. Shen Mucheng lived on the top floor, and the house was equipped with a large roof.

Shen Mucheng asked: "What are you going to do?"

"I want to use it as a studio to pass the time when I'm idle or bored." Luo Shaoheng explained.

"Studio?" Shen Mucheng glanced at the roof. There is a glass wall there. Although it blocks the wind, it is still relatively cold in winter. Considering Luo Shaoheng's physical condition, he said, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome. There are free rooms on the first floor." .”

"Is it possible? Being a studio might... be a little messy." Luo Shaoheng hesitated.

"It doesn't matter, no one lives there."

"That's good." Luo Shaoheng felt relieved, "Thank you."

Shen Mucheng picked up the coffee and took a sip, covering the corners of his slightly curved lips.

After breakfast, Shen Mucheng called Shen Yun and asked him to move the morning meeting to the afternoon.

Shen Yun thought he was in a hurry, and was about to ask if he needed to go there by himself, but before he could open his mouth, he heard Luo Shaoheng's voice.

"Have you packed it?" Luo Shaoheng knocked on the door of Shen Mucheng's room, saw that he was on the phone and said, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you downstairs."

"No, it's fine." Shen Mucheng hung up the phone after finishing speaking, and went downstairs with him.

On the other side, Shen Yun held the phone and remained silent for a long time. The boss said yesterday that the meeting in the morning was very urgent, but today it suddenly became less urgent, which is really strange. The secretary at the side asked, "Special Assistant Shen, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, inform other departments that this morning's meeting will be changed to this afternoon." Shen Yun ordered.

"Okay." The secretary left in response.

Shen Yun stood in place for a while, thinking about what the boss said before to investigate Luo Shaoheng.

At that time, there was a problem with the project that the company cooperated with Jiang's family. They rushed back when they received the news. They were busy with this matter even during the Spring Festival, so the investigation was delayed. After the matter calmed down in the past two days He just sent someone to investigate. Now that Luo Shaoheng's people have come, he should go and check the situation when he is free.

Luo Shaoheng said that the place he was going to was a large stationery store, and Shen Mucheng was a little surprised about where he was going.

"I wanted to buy some painting tools, but I didn't bring them with me in a hurry." Luo Shaoheng explained that he only brought a few brushes with him this time, and he needed to add some painting tools. Shen Mucheng nodded, and drove out with him.

When they arrived at the place, Luo Shaoheng asked Shen Mucheng where the painting utensils were located. In his impression, this was Shen Mucheng's first visit to this kind of place, but he looked at the paints and brushes on the shelf and felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had been here before.

Luo Shaoheng bent slightly in front to choose the paintbrush, and with the help of the salesperson, he took out the brush and tried the softness of the hair on the paintbrush with his fingers.

I don't know if it's the effect of the indoor lighting, but his fingers are actually a bit whiter than the white penholder.

Seeing Luo Shaoheng take a basket from the side and put the pen in, he took a few steps forward to take it. Luo Shaoheng paused: "Thank you."

Shen Mucheng hummed, and followed him with a basket, watching him pick up two more boxes of pens and then went to another shelf to pick paints.

Shen Mucheng was dazzled by the brightly colored bottles, but Luo Shaoheng had fun picking them out, and soon the basket was half full. The two stayed in the stationery city for more than an hour. Normally, Shen Mucheng would only think it was a waste of time, but now he thinks it's good to relax occasionally.

Luo Shaoheng picked out a lot of things, and when they were placed at the cash register, they took up half of the table. In addition to brushes, paints, paper, etc., there were also two folded easels.

Luo Shaoheng originally wanted a wooden easel, but he gave up because he had too many things to carry. When paying, Luo Shaoheng was lowering his head to check if there was any leakage. When Shen Mucheng handed over the wallet, he took it over without raising his head, and did not react until he got it. Shen Mucheng looked down at his wallet, he didn't understand why he took it out so easily, seeing Luo Shaoheng looking at him in surprise, he was about to say something, when he saw Luo Shaoheng skillfully opening the wallet in the next second paid. From holding hands to kissing cheeks to kissing to paying, yes, this is very Luo Shaoheng. He silently took the wallet back and put it in his pocket.

In fact, he had no idea how much surprise his actions brought to Luo Shaoheng. In the past, when the two of them went out to eat or buy things, Shen Mucheng also handed Luo Shaoheng his wallet like this when paying the bill. He had done this action countless times, so just now It's just a subconscious reaction. There were two big bags full of things, and Shen Mucheng reached out to lift them up: "Let's go."

Luo Shaoheng only had a folded easel in his hand, and walked out with him, asking as he walked, "Is it heavy? Give me one."

"Not heavy, much lighter than you." Shen Mucheng replied casually, not caring about the weight on his opponent at all.

Luo Shaoheng suddenly stopped when he heard the words.

This scene and the dialogue are too familiar, knowing that the other party is unintentional, but it still makes the defenseless him want to cry.