Shen Mucheng returned to the room, he was not in a hurry to rest, and continued to watch the video in the video recorder as soon as he sat down.
There are still a lot of videos in the video recorder, some of them together, some of Luo Shaoheng's own, and more of Shen Mucheng's. It can be seen that Luo Shaoheng is very keen to record Shen Mucheng.
Seeing the person skillfully cutting potato shreds in the video, Shen Mucheng had a slightly subtle expression, and couldn't help but look at his palm.
Is the man with first-class knife skills really himself? In the two years I was with Luo Shaoheng, I must have become a chef. Just thinking about chopping and cooking vegetables is incredible.
Shen Mucheng raised his forehead, clicked on the next video to play, and as soon as he opened it, he heard Luo Shaoheng's distraught voice—
"Hey, Shen Mucheng, please tap lightly! Is this going to kill you?!"
On the screen, Luo Shaoheng and Shen Mucheng were sitting on the floor with their backs leaning against the sofa, each holding a gamepad and playing a game.
The direction of the camera was diagonally opposite to the two of them, and the game screen could not be seen, but Luo Shaoheng's appearance clearly couldn't beat Shen Mucheng.
"Don't hit me yet! Didn't you tell me to give me three points?!" Luo Shaoheng shook Shen Mucheng with his foot in dissatisfaction, and quickly pressed the control button on the handle with his fingers.
Shen Mucheng was amused by him, and slowed down the movements of his hands: "Well, let you three points."
After his movements slowed down, Luo Shaoheng was satisfied, and after slowly gaining the upper hand, the expression on his face also became smug.
While operating the buttons, he commanded Shen Mucheng, "I'm thirsty, help me get some orange juice."
Shen Mucheng controlled the buttons with one hand to dodge his attack, and with the other free hand, he picked up the orange juice that was put aside and handed it to his mouth: "Drink it slowly."
Luo Shaoheng kept his eyes on the game screen, lowered his head, took a sip of orange juice, and said vaguely: "Ah, I'm about to win, don't just hide, hit me!"
"Oh, good." Shen Mucheng put the orange juice away, obediently fulfilled his wish, and killed his game character in two or three strokes.
"..." After Luo Shaoheng lost, he stopped his hands and looked at Shen Mucheng, "Shen Mucheng, you played really well."
"It's okay, you're too weak." Shen Mucheng said humbly.
"Hey, you're still in good spirits." Luo Shaoheng said with hatred, "Do you dare to play another game?"
"certainly."
"Do you dare to stand and let me beat you?"
"Can."
"That's about the same." Luo Shaoheng leaned over and kissed him contentedly, "It's the beginning!"
Shen Mucheng rubbed his hair with a smile in his eyes, and pulled him into his arms.
…
Shen Mucheng fixed the video screen on Luo Shaoheng's smile, and reached out to gently stroke the smile on his lips.
At this moment, he finally understood why he always felt that Luo Shaoheng should not be sad, but should have the brightest and warmest smile like in the video, because this kind of him is the best.
As the video played, some fragmentary pictures occasionally flashed in his mind, and they disappeared in a flash, and he had no time to catch them.
After watching it for a while, Shen Mucheng turned off the video camera and put it away in a drawer, then got up to take a shower.
In the other room, Luo Shaoheng suffered from insomnia again.
Today's progress seems to be fast-forwarding. He never thought that he could have a showdown with Shen Mucheng so quickly. He thought that it would take at least a while. After the two of them got a little more familiar, they would start slowly from all aspects. Tell him a little bit about the past.
"Like a dream..." Luo Shaoheng looked at the ceiling and said to himself.
After lying down for a while, he turned over and took out the diary from the side drawer, picked up a pen and started writing on it.
—May the god of luck always be with you.
He wrote this sentence at the end, then turned the book to the back, and stopped at the page where the agreement with Shen Mucheng was recorded.
The two agreed on many things, and Luo Shaoheng has almost completed them in the past few years. He ticked off "Swiss skiing" and his eyes stopped on the next "tandem skydiving".
If he hadn't encountered Shenmu City in Switzerland, he planned to go skydiving by himself when the weather was warmer. The current itinerary has not changed, but the solo trip may become a two-person trip.
"Good night." He closed the diary, turned off the light and went to sleep.
The next day, Luo Shaoheng went to knock on the door of Shen Mucheng's room after getting up and washing, but no one answered.
"Going to work so early?" Luo Shaoheng muttered, then turned and went downstairs.
Hearing a voice from the kitchen on the first floor, he walked over: "Morning Wang..." He stopped, looked at the man in the kitchen, and swallowed the good word that came to his lips.
"Good morning." Shen Mucheng raised his head to say hello, then lowered his head and continued frying eggs.
"Good morning..." Luo Shaoheng replied in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and found that the one in the kitchen was indeed Shen Mucheng.
"... This is really like a dream." He stretched out his hand and pinched his arm, making sure it was reality before walking to the kitchen door.
Shen Mucheng was frying eggs, and when he saw him coming, he said, "Wait a while."
"I'm not in a hurry." Luo Shaoheng watched him make breakfast, "I thought you were going to work."
"It's still early." Shen Mucheng said.
It is indeed still early. Although they slept late last night, both of them had no intention of sleeping and woke up at dawn.
Luo Shaoheng noticed that the eggs in the pot were a little burnt, and reminded him aloud: "It's time to turn over to the other side."
Shen Mucheng paused, and turned the egg to the other side expressionlessly, the side that was turned over was already half burnt.
"Hey, it turns out that the amnesia society has lost even cooking skills!" Luo Shaoheng said looking at his unskilled movements.
"..." Shen Mucheng took out the egg silently, put it on a plate and handed it to him, "Take it out."
Luo Shaoheng chuckled, put the fried eggs on the dining table outside, and then came back and asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
Shen Mucheng's eyes glanced at his fingers on the door frame, and he thought that his hands were used for drawing instead of cooking, so he immediately said: "No, wait outside."
Luo Shaoheng noticed his gaze, glanced at his own hand, reached out to shake it in front of his eyes, and asked with a smile, "Does it look good?"
Shen Mucheng followed his hand around with his gaze, suppressed the urge to hold it, and said calmly, "Don't get too close, be careful of the oil pan."
His words reminded Luo Shaoheng of the fact that Shen Mucheng's hand was scalded due to his own fault, so he quickly withdrew his hand and said, "Then I'll wait for you outside." After speaking, he left the kitchen.
Shen Mucheng glanced at his back, and returned his attention to the pot.
—I must be crazy.
He looked at the pancakes in the pot and thought, otherwise, why would he suddenly want to cook after watching two more videos, it would be sick.
Shen Mucheng doesn't cook much breakfast, two fried eggs, one pancake, two toasts, one fruit salad, two cups of hot milk, almost all of which are not technical.
Because he hadn't cooked for many years, his hands were very raw, and the fried eggs were not only salty, but there were fragments of eggshells in them, but Luo Shaoheng ate very happily.
Seeing the smile in the corner of his eyes, Shen Mucheng couldn't help asking: "Is it so delicious? Isn't it salty?"
"Of course." Luo Shaoheng smiled, "I haven't eaten your breakfast for ten years. Even if you put down the whole bag of salt, I will finish it."
Ten years is easy to say, but difficult to live. How many people are willing to spend ten years guarding a tombstone alone after another person "died".
Even though he has no memory, just thinking about Luo Shaoheng's torment over the years, Shen Mucheng feels distressed, and the hand holding the chopsticks is unconsciously straining.
"Are you digging into a dead end again, aren't you?" Luo Shaoheng saw that he didn't say a word, and said, "I just sighed casually. For me, it is a great gift that you are still alive, so the days to come will be happiness."
Shen Mucheng looked at him for a while, reached out and wiped away the milk stains around his mouth with his thumb, and said seriously: "I will check it out, and I will remember it, you...don't be sad anymore."
Even though Shen Mucheng said not to be sad, it still made Luo Shaoheng's eyes warm. He held Shen Mucheng's hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it: "Okay."
After breakfast, Shen Mucheng went out. He first went to the hospital to visit the old man.
When he got to the ward, the old man happened to be awake. Uncle Zhao was feeding him breakfast. Shen Yun stood by and saw Shen Mucheng coming in and shouted: "BOSS."
Shen Mucheng nodded, walked to the side of the hospital bed and asked, "How is grandpa?"
"You're still in good spirits." Uncle Zhao said, put the finished bowl aside, wiped his mouth for the old man, and moved out of the way.
Shen Mucheng sat down on the stool beside the bed, observed the complexion of old man Hui, and found that his complexion was much better than last night, so he was relieved.
When he was observing the old man, the old man was also observing him, his cloudy eyes were clear for a while and then blurred. After looking at him carefully for a while, he said uncertainly: "Zong Xian?"
Shen Zongxian was the name of Shen Mucheng's father, and everyone present knew that he had misunderstood Shen Mucheng again.
This is not the first time to admit a mistake, and Shen Mucheng was not surprised, he reached out to hold the back of his withered hand and said, "Grandpa, I am Mucheng."
"Oh." The old man nodded, pushed his glasses and asked again: "Why didn't Ah Jing come?"
Jiang Jing is the name of Shen Mucheng's mother.
"Mother and father are together." Shen Mucheng replied habitually, "Are you feeling better today?"
"Very good." The old man didn't know if he understood, so he leaned closer to Shen Mucheng and looked at him carefully for a while, "Zong Xian, you look much younger."
"En." Shen Mucheng responded casually, chatting with him everywhere, and didn't care if he didn't recognize him, as long as he made the old man happy.
After chatting for a while, Shen Mucheng was ready to leave. He let go of the old man's hand, asked Uncle Zhao to take care of the old man, and motioned for Shen Yun to leave with him. Just as he walked to the door of the ward, he suddenly heard the old man shout: "Ah Cheng."
Shen Mucheng's footsteps paused, and when he looked back, he saw the old man holding Uncle Zhao's hand and said, "Ah Cheng coming back for dinner tonight? Let Mama Wu cook him something he likes."
"Yes, the young master will come back after get off work." Uncle Zhao replied.
"That's good." A gratified smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face, "I want to sleep a bit, remember to wake me up when Ah Cheng comes back."
"Okay, you can rest at ease." Uncle Zhao adjusted the pillow for him.
Shen Mucheng stood at the door for half a minute before looking back, turned and left, and Shen Yun followed closely.