Shen Mucheng closed his eyes and shook his head, waiting for the needle-like pain in his head to subside slowly, and continued to read.
He looked very slowly, as if he wanted to find something of himself in the photos. Whether it was a photo of two people or a single photo, even if it was a simple photo of a room, he stared at it a lot. time.
Luo Shaoheng sat beside him while he was flipping through the photos, telling him where and when the scenes in the photos were taken while looking at them.
Shen Mucheng listened quietly, looked at the album from beginning to end, and finally stopped on the photo at the end of the album.
It was a birthday photo. Luo Shaoheng wore a birthday hat on his head, bowing his head and smiling slightly.
In front of him was a cake lit with candles. The candlelight shone on his face, making his facial features glow with a soft light. The smile on his lips was extremely gentle, as if he had made some good wishes.
"This is my nineteenth birthday." Luo Shaoheng said aloud from the side, with a nostalgic tone, "Time flies so fast, eleven years have passed before you know it, do you still remember what wish I made at that time ?"
what wish
Shen Mucheng thought about it for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know."
Luo Shaoheng smiled when he heard the words: "Yeah, how could you still remember."
His smile was a bit bitter, Shen Mucheng didn't want to see his smile, wanted to comfort him, but couldn't speak, so he could only continue to listen to him in silence.
"Actually, it's easy to guess. People in love just want to be with each other forever, and I'm no exception." Luo Shaoheng laughed, and his voice gradually became softer, "I used to think this was a very simple wish. , and once thought that this wish would never come true.”
——Luo Shaoheng had a lover in college who died in a car accident ten years ago.
Shen Yun's words rang in his ears, and Shen Mucheng instantly understood what Luo Shaoheng meant by "it will never be realized".
If it is really what Luo Shaoheng said, that person was really him back then, then how did Luo Shaoheng survive when he "died" in a car accident? He said that as long as he is with him, he is not afraid to go anywhere, right? really want to...
Thinking of this, Shen Mucheng's heart tightened, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Luo Shaoheng, only to see that he was looking at the photo in his hand affectionately and lonely, with heavy and indelible sadness in his eyes.
It seems that from the first time we met, he seemed to be surrounded by a deep sadness, like a pool of stagnant water that has been silent for many years, completely different from the one in the photo.
The image of Luo Shaoheng holding his hand with red eyes on the bed that day reappeared, making him feel distressed that he couldn't ignore.
Looking at the depressed person, Shen Mucheng opened his mouth to speak, but he heard him say, "Shen Mucheng, have you ever suffered a brain injury?"
"..." Shen Mucheng's face darkened, and he swallowed back the words that came to his lips, "Can you say something nice?"
Noticing his complexion, Luo Shaoheng touched his nose and coughed lightly, "Otherwise, how could you not even remember me."
His words carried emotions that were not easy to detect, some seemed to be complaining, and some were sad.
He was obviously not sure if that person was him, but looking at his appearance at this moment, Shen Mucheng felt a sense of guilt in vain, and almost blurted out a sentence of sorry.
He closed his eyes deeply and tried hard to think back, but he still couldn't remember what happened with Luo Shaoheng. He felt empty in his heart, trying to grab something, but found nothing.
... Still no impression.
Luo Shaoheng reached out and rubbed his tightly locked brows, and helped him smooth out the deep crease: "Can't you remember? Don't force yourself too much. In fact, when I first met you, your It's worse than it is now, and you don't remember anything but your own name."
Shen Mucheng was startled by his words, opened his eyes and looked at him: "What did you say?"
He doesn't remember having amnesia at all.
"Don't you still believe it?" Luo Shaoheng tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly reached out his hand to cover Shen Mucheng's waist, and pressed it there, "You have a birthmark the size of two fingers, right?"
Shen Mucheng: "..."
He moved his hand to the front again, pressing on Shen Mucheng's left waist: "There is a scar of more than ten centimeters here, right?"
Shen Mucheng: "..."
"Are you surprised how I know so well?" Luo Shaoheng smiled slightly at Shen Mucheng's astonished eyes, "Because I kissed it before."
Shen Mucheng: "..."
Shen Mucheng's face was full of black lines, and he suddenly felt that the previous KISS MISS was simply trivial. This person had been teasing him since the first time they met in Switzerland.
"Do you know why I looked at your hand when we met in Switzerland for the first time?" Luo Shaoheng pulled his right hand, pushed away his cuff, gently rubbed the burn on his wrist with his thumb, and said softly, "Because I want to see it, to know if I'm dreaming, to make sure you're the same person."
Shen Mucheng's eyes fell on the scar on the back of his hand along with him, Luo Shaoheng's words reminded him of the scene when they met in Switzerland again.
I remembered the way Luo Shaoheng asked him if he was still going with red eyes, and the tears that dripped on his wrist when he saw the scar on his hand.
It has been so long, and it suddenly occurred to him that the place where his tears dripped felt hot.
What Luo Shaoheng said was correct. Luo Shaoheng knew all about his birthmarks and scars, but even so, he still couldn't remember them.
"The name can be the same, and there are people with similar looks, but it is impossible to have exactly the same marks on their bodies. I have countless pieces of evidence to prove that the person back then was you, but you have no one to refute me." Luo Shaoheng let go of his hand, Looking at him firmly, he said, "You are Shen Mucheng, and Shen Mucheng is you."
Shen Mucheng met his stubborn and sure eyes, inexplicably felt familiar, but that was all, he was silent for a while: "I have no impression."
"If you have the impression, I don't have to be so entangled." Luo Shaoheng smiled, "In that case, I will have a showdown with you when I am in Switzerland, instead of waiting until now, when you mistake me for someone else. "
His reaction was expected, after all, Shen Mucheng did not recover his memory when they were together for two years.
Hearing his words, Shen Mucheng thought that when he saw the information today, he felt like he was being slapped, and subconsciously thought that Luo Shaoheng regarded himself as someone else; He, that person is him.
He didn't know how to describe his current mood, which was very complicated, including shock, doubt, and joy.
Yes, even if I don't know anything about what Luo Shaoheng said, but subconsciously feel happy that Luo Shaoheng has no one else—probably really bewildered, gone mad. Shen Mu thought to himself.
He put the photo album aside, turned on the video recorder, which stored a lot of videos, and he clicked on one of them casually.
After the video was opened, a white scene first appeared on the camera, accompanied by a young voice: "Hey, why can't I see clearly? Shen Mucheng, is my video camera broken?"
"Wait, let me take a look for you." A deep male voice sounded.
When Shen Mucheng heard this voice, his hands tightened, and his eyes were fixed on the video.
"Don't, your hands are full of flour, I'll do it myself... Hey, it's good again."
The camera shakes suddenly, and then Shen Mucheng sees the person who is exactly like him, or he sees "himself" appearing in the video.
In the video, Shen Mucheng is making dumplings at the dining table, wearing a light yellow plaid apron, with some white flour on his face.
His movements were a bit clumsy, his fingers pinched the skins on both sides of the dumpling unskillfully, and after pinching a dumpling, he looked up and saw the camera facing him, showing a helpless smile: "Stop taking pictures."
"You take care of yourself, don't worry about me." The young voice just now sounded.
"I'll be distracted if you do this." Shen Mucheng shook his head and continued to pick up a piece of dumpling wrapper.
"I want to take a picture of you when you were young, and when you get old and ugly, we can watch it together." The young voice paused and said, "Don't worry, I don't dislike you, I will grow old with you Get ugly, we will all be old men from now on."
Shen Mucheng smiled when he heard the words, with an undisguised pampering on his young face, he stretched out his hand to the camera: "You should take the photo together, so it will be meaningful."
"It seems to be the same, just wait for me."
The screen shook again, the camera suddenly changed to another place, and after a while, the camera changed to Shenmu City again, and then a teenager in gray home clothes squeezed into the screen.
The boy was Luo Shaoheng, who was only eighteen years old at that time.
As soon as Luo Shaoheng came in, he waved to the camera first, and recorded the time and place like an announcement. Shen Mucheng also made gestures under his urging. The appearance of the two is a bit funny to be honest, but who is in love? Will care about these again.
In 2003, that is, the year when Shen Mucheng went to City A and had an accident.
Shen Mucheng remembered that he was in a coma in a car accident at that time, and it was nine years after he woke up again, so how could he be with Luo Shaoheng, the timeline doesn't match at all.
He tried to recall the scene of that year, and the last memory was the scene of the car crashing.
The scar on his waist was caused at that time. Besides, there were many abrasions and burns on his body. What was more serious was the damage to multiple organs in his body, including cerebral hemorrhage, which caused him to lie down in the hospital for nine hours. Year.
Just as Shen Mucheng was thinking, his brain skipped a beat, and a piercing pain suddenly hit him without warning, and the pain invaded his nerves, almost making him groan.
The other hand was clenched at an angle that Luo Shaoheng couldn't see. He secretly gritted his teeth and endured it, returning his attention to the video.
"Shen Mucheng, the dumplings you made are really ugly. They will rot if they are not cooked, right?" In the video, Luo Shaoheng looked at the plate of strangely shaped dumplings on the dining table in surprise. The filling juice flowed out from the seams of the good skin.
Luo Shaoheng picked up one of them: "You said you are such a good cook, why are the dumplings so ugly?"
"Will it?" Shen Mucheng stopped his hands, looked down at the results of his busy morning, and found that those dumplings were really not very good-looking.
He thought for a while and said, "My hands are not for making dumplings."
"Then what do you want to do?" Luo Shaoheng asked casually, and also picked up the dumpling wrappers and started wrapping them.
"Protect you." Shen Mucheng said without hesitation.
"What are you bragging about? I am the one protecting you, but you still owe me your life when it comes to this." Luo Shaoheng said while wrapping dumplings, "If I hadn't saved you that night, you wouldn't have known that you were here where?"
"Ah, it seems to be the same." Shen Mucheng couldn't help laughing when he heard his thoughts, leaned down and kissed his face, and asked with a smile, "Can you make up for it?"
His movement made Luo Shaoheng stop the movement in his hands, and he touched the place on his face where he kissed with a free hand, and smiled with his lips pursed: "Let's barely offset it, it's not enough."
Hearing the words, Shen Mucheng seemed to think for a while: "Then let's make a promise with your body."
"Okay." Luo Shaoheng turned around and raised his head to ask for a kiss, Shen Mucheng smiled lightly and lowered his head to kiss him.
The impact of the video is far greater than that of the photo. Shen Mucheng looked at the picture in the video without blinking. His eyes were fixed on Shen Mucheng's hand in the video. scar.