Both of them had deep memories of the previous meeting in Switzerland. Shen Mucheng regretted the fact that he got stuck in Luo Shaoheng's neck at that time, God knows that he is not even willing to say a harsh word to him now.
He touched the corners of Luo Shaoheng's red eyes distressedly: "Are you blaming me?"
He would rather that Luo Shaoheng blamed him, and it didn't even matter if he hated him, all of these should be done.
"Actually, I really want to blame you." Luo Shaoheng grabbed his hand and said, "But when I think about your life and death lying on the hospital bed for so many years, I can't blame you at all. I even think, if I If I insist on going with you, I might be able to help you in case of an accident... "
"What nonsense!" Shen Mucheng interrupted him sternly, "You don't even have to think about it!"
He couldn't remember how serious the car accident was ten years ago, but the accident that would make him lie in the hospital for seven years would definitely not be a small one, and it would be fine if he had an accident alone. Just thinking about Luo Shaoheng's danger, he He couldn't accept it. The only thing he was lucky about now was that he didn't bring Luo Shaoheng with him.
"Okay, then let's not mention this." Luo Shaoheng knew what he was worried about, squeezed his palm and said, "You haven't told me about your situation these years yet."
"It's nothing." Shen Mucheng said in one sentence, "Just lie there and infuse the nutrient solution."
Luo Shaoheng: "..."
The originally heavy and sad atmosphere was instantly dispelled by his words, and Luo Shaoheng pushed him speechlessly: "Can you be serious?"
Shen Mucheng took his hand with a smile, pulled him into his arms and said, "There's really nothing wrong with it, it's just that I'm unconscious so I've been in a coma, just wake up."
"Then what did Wang Ma say that you are not in good health? And what is the reason for your headache?" Luo Shaoheng was not satisfied with his explanation, and he was not at ease seeing his severe headache before.
"The old man is just worrying about it. When he just woke up, he had some after-effects from lying down for too long, and he has already recuperated." Shen Mucheng comforted.
"What about the headache? Was the collision serious? What did the doctor say?" Luo Shaoheng asked again.
"It's not serious. The headache is probably because I can't remember the past. It will get better slowly."
"Do you still need a re-examination now? Where is the examination? Is it at Dr. Zhang's?" Luo Shaoheng asked one after another.
"Monthly routine checkup, at Dr. Zhang's." Shen Mucheng answered him tirelessly, and changed the subject when he saw that he was about to ask another question, "What were you looking for just now?"
Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Luo Shaoheng gave up, and secretly remembered to know the specific situation of Shenmu City when he went to Doctor Zhang's next time. He bent down and took out a silver brocade bag from the bottom of the drawer beside the bed, and handed it to Shen Mucheng: "I'm looking for this."
Shen Mucheng took the rope and pulled open the bag mouth, and poured out a small piece of stuff from it. It was a piece of fabric, dark gray in color, with some burnt marks on the corners.
Holding this small piece of fabric, he looked at Luo Shaoheng puzzled: "What is this for?"
"I tore it from the clothes of the corpse." Luo Shaoheng said.
Shen Mucheng was shocked when he heard the words, and his eyes moved to the cloth in his hand, thinking of Luo Shaoheng's appearance after waking up just now.
So does Luo Shaoheng regard this as himself? The first reaction of waking up in a dream is to look for it.
After imagining what Luo Shaoheng would look like when he tore off the piece of fabric, Shen Mucheng only felt that his eyes were hot, and the fabric of the bag in his hand felt even hotter: "...you have been keeping it?"
"Leave a thought." Luo Shaoheng smiled, reached out and took the cloth in his hand, put it back into the bag and tied it up, "But it's useless now, because the thought has returned."
Shen Mucheng held his hand, looked at him seriously and said, "I promise I won't leave you again, don't worry."
"Okay." Luo Shaoheng held his hand back, "By the way, there are still many things about our past, do you want to take a look?"
"There are things to look at, but the most important thing now is to sleep, it's already very late." Shen Mucheng put the brocade bag back in the drawer, pushed him back to the bed and lay down beside him.
"See you tomorrow, good night." Luo Shaoheng lay down obediently, pulling the quilt up to his chin.
"Do you want to turn off the lights?" Shen Mucheng remembered that he used to sleep with the lights on when he was in the nursing home.
"No need." Luo Shaoheng rolled over and hugged him, "You are more useful than a lamp."
Hearing his dependent words, Shen Mucheng smiled, bowed his head and kissed the top of his hair, reached out to turn off the wall lamp, and the room fell into darkness again.
When Shen Mucheng woke up the next day, Luo Shaoheng was still sleeping. Although he was still curled up, this time he didn't turn his back to Shen Mucheng like before, but bent his waist and put his head against his arm. Breathe evenly.
Waking up every morning with the person I love lying next to me is probably the most satisfying thing.
Shen Mucheng reached out to touch his face, looked at him softly for a long while before getting up and getting out of bed.
It was still early after washing up, so he went to the restaurant in the front yard to have breakfast, and packed a copy for Luo Shaoheng along the way, but Luo Shaoheng hadn't woken up yet, probably because of the excessive emotional ups and downs yesterday, Shen Mucheng entered the room twice. Also no response.
Remembering what Luo Shaoheng said about the two of them, Shen Mucheng went to his studio.
The door of the studio was not locked, and the curtains were drawn inside, so it was pitch black. Shen Mucheng turned on the light by the door, the furnishings in the studio were a bit messy, plaster statues, easels, bottles and cans could be seen everywhere.
The space of the studio is a bit bigger than the bedroom, and the arrangement of things looks familiar, similar to the temporary studio on the first floor of his home.
There was still an unfinished work on the easel in the middle. It was a black and white sketch of a character. Although there was only a simple outline, Shen Mucheng could easily recognize that it was himself.
"Why did you suddenly draw me?"
"Because you're the most beautiful person I've ever drawn."
What Luo Shaoheng said before flashed through his mind, and Shen Mucheng imagined Luo Shaoheng painting here, and his heart gradually softened.
He walked over and opened the curtains of the studio, and opened the window for ventilation. From the window, he could also see the green bamboo forest outside.
After staying in the studio for a while, Shen Mucheng found that besides the painting tools, there were also two big boxes, big boxy mahogany boxes, placed in the corner.
When seeing them, Shen Mucheng felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if something drove him to open the box.
After opening the box, he found that it was full of his portraits, including sketches and watercolors. Two boxes were filled with quarto drawing papers. The top one was signed in the lower right corner of the year before a few days.
He flipped through one by one, and the lower the date, the earlier the date. One of the boxes was dated to the years when Luo Shaoheng was in the nursing home.
These reminded him of the appearance of Luo Shaoheng painting in the room day and night in Chen Zhan's video. These must be left over from that time.
After seeing the video about Luo Shaoheng, he once thought that if Luo Shaoheng also forgot himself these years, maybe he would be able to live a better life, but as soon as this thought flashed, he subconsciously rejected it. He didn't want to watch it. to this possibility.
Maybe he was being selfish, but he was very glad that Luo Shaoheng still remembered himself, and came to him without hesitation after he had forgotten everything, otherwise they would not have the present, let alone the future.
Of course, in the days to come, he will make up for the regrets he has had towards Luo Shaoheng over the years, and try his best to make up for what is missing.
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When Luo Shaoheng woke up, he smelled the Chinese medicine as soon as he opened the door, and he knew whose masterpiece it was without guessing. Sure enough, as soon as he walked to the door of the kitchen, he saw Shen Mucheng boiling medicine inside. Judging from the concentration of the medicine, it should have been boiling for a long time.
The medicine was prescribed to him by Dr. Zhang. He thought that he could drink it a few days later when he came back, but he never expected that the night before departure, when Shen Mucheng was packing his things, the first thing Shen Mucheng would do was to bring him the medicine. up.
Looking at the steaming earthen jar on the stove, Luo Shaoheng couldn't help shaking his head, feeling that this was really a sweet and bitter torture.
"What's the matter with the bitter and bitter expression?" Shen Mucheng turned down the fire on the stove and walked in front of him.
"No, I was moved by you." Luo Shaoheng made a very moved look.
"Don't be moved, just finish drinking the medicine." Shen Mucheng said.
"If I'm not moved, can I drink less?" Luo Shaoheng bargained.
"No." Shen Mucheng refused indifferently.
"Tsk." Luo Shaoheng said dissatisfiedly, "Yesterday he was so enthusiastic, but today he turns his face and denies anyone. Shen Mucheng, you can do it."
"Huh?" Shen Mucheng raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and looked at him, with a little teasing in his eyes, "If you need it, I can also be passionate today."
"Thank you, I don't..."
His words were interrupted by a knock on the door, Shen Mucheng asked him to wash his face, and went to open the door by himself. It was the waiter from the restaurant who came and brought lunch for the two of them.
After eating, Shen Mucheng poured out the boiled medicine, and after Luo Shaoheng finished drinking the medicine, the two went out.
Luo Shaoheng took Shen Mucheng to the university he was studying at that time, found a place to park the car at the school gate, and the two entered the school.
They went to the Academy of Fine Arts first, and the school hadn't started yet. There was no one in the academy, so they wandered around on the first floor, and the two of them went to the skylight studio on the top floor.
"Do you still remember this place?" Luo Shaoheng pointed to the display stand in the studio and said, "You were a model in our class before, and you just sat there."
"Me?" Shen Mucheng was a little surprised. Was he willing to be a model before
"Yes, you were coerced and lured by me." Luo Shaoheng couldn't help laughing when he remembered how he used his life-saving grace to sink Mucheng. "But only a few times, and I won't let you come later."
"Why?" Shen Mucheng raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Because I don't like you taking off your clothes in front of others." Luo Shaoheng said it as a matter of course, "It's enough for me to take it off."
"..." Shen Mucheng gave him full marks for his provocative skills all the time.
When they came down from the studio, the two ran into Luo Shaoheng's old teacher, who was a very kind old lady, and they chatted with Luo Shaoheng for a long time. From her expression, it could be seen that she was very happy to meet Luo Shaoheng.
During the chat, Luo Shaoheng's sudden dropout was mentioned, and she expressed regret in her tone, saying that Luo Shaoheng was the most spiritual and savvy student she had encountered in her teaching career, and she couldn't help but get tears in her eyes after talking about it.
Shen Mucheng listened from the side, thinking of Luo Shaoheng's information about his dropping out of school and giving up studying at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts because he went to a nursing home. Luo Shao never mentioned these two things, as if he didn't care.
But Shen Mucheng knew that he must have regrets in his heart. He liked painting so much, but because he missed the opportunity that all art students dream of.
Moving his gaze to Luo Shaoheng who was softly comforting the old lady, Shen Mucheng saw a gentle smile on the corner of his lips, such a gentle and warm smile with soothing power, warm as spring.
This made Shen Mucheng feel once again that he had probably spent all his luck in his previous life to meet this person in this life.
After coming out of the academy, Luo Shaoheng took him to the back door of the school. Like the back door of all schools, there are some small shops for eating and drinking on both sides, and there are small stalls selling fruits, multigrain pancakes, and skewers on the side of the road, which is very lively.
Shen Mucheng was walking on the side of the crowded road, looking at the people passing by, he felt an obvious sense of familiarity in his heart. According to the information, he had lived here for two years.
"I rescued you there back then. It used to be an alley. It was rebuilt a few years ago and several stores were built." Luo Shaoheng pointed to a ramen shop and said to him, "You were lying there with your face on your face. There was blood all over her face, and she stared at me with a pair of red eyes, which shocked me a lot, and I was about to call the police when you fainted."
Shen Mucheng looked at the ramen shop he mentioned, and after thinking about it, he didn't have any impression, probably because it was remodeled.
"Forget it if you don't remember it, I'll take you to another place." Luo Shaoheng just wanted to show him, hoping to remember him immediately, so he dragged Shen Mucheng to another alley, and went two ways. The place where people lived.
It was a nine-story rental building. As Luo Shaoheng went upstairs, Shen Mucheng felt more familiar as he walked away. He grabbed Luo Shaoheng's hand: "Where is this?"
"Our other home, here it is." Luo Shaoheng stopped at a door, took out the key and opened the door, "Come in."
Shen Mucheng followed him in, and found that the room was empty, only simple sofas and coffee tables, all covered by dust-proof cloth.
"It's been a while since I've been here. There's some dust, but fortunately not much." Luo Shaoheng turned to him and said, "Do you still remember this place? This is where we lived back then."
Shen Mucheng looked back and forth around the living room, and vaguely remembered some vague images in his mind. Although he couldn't remember clearly, he knew it was about the two of them.
His eyes stopped on the floor next to the coffee table, and he vaguely saw the scene when he and Luo Shaoheng sat on it and played games.
The familiar pain came again in his mind, Shen Mucheng closed his eyes forcefully, and looked elsewhere.
The kitchen of the house is open, and the dining table is on the right hand side of the kitchen, which is also covered with a dustproof cloth. Shen Mucheng recalled the scene of the two making dumplings together in the previous video, couldn't help walking over, and stretched out his hand to lift off the dustproof cloth on it.
A rectangular dining table in dark brown, just like the one in the video.
"Shen Mucheng, stop cooking, shall we eat outside?"
"Shen Mucheng, you are amazing, delicious!"
"Shen Mucheng, let's eat fish head with chopped peppers tomorrow!"
Familiar and unfamiliar words rang in his ears, and Shen Mucheng reached out to touch the edge of the table, as if he could see the scene of eating with Luo Shaoheng before.
"Do you have any impression?" Luo Shaoheng came to him.
Shen Mucheng thought for a while, and asked him: "You...have you ever disliked my cooking?"
... Really impressed? ! !
Luo Shaoheng was stunned for a moment, and Shen Mucheng knew that he had guessed right when he saw his reaction. He withdrew his hand from the table: "I'll make you another meal tonight."
"..." Luo Shaoheng coughed, "Then what... let's go to the bedroom." He said and went to the bedroom first.
Shen Mucheng looked at his back, raised the corners of his lips, and followed him up.
The bedroom was also empty, save for a bed frame and a table. Shen Mucheng stood in the middle of the bedroom, his eyes swept across the empty walls little by little, and stopped at one of the places for a long time. He felt that the wall should not be so empty, there should be...
What should there be? Seems to be…
Shen Mucheng tried his best to catch the wandering thoughts in his mind, but just when he was about to catch a trace of tail, a cell phone ringing interrupted his recollection.
Luo Shaoheng answered the phone next to him: "Hello, yes, it's me... where is it?! I see, please send me the address."
Seeing that he hung up the phone with a serious expression, Shen Mucheng asked, "What's wrong?"
Luo Shaoheng put away his mobile phone: "I asked someone to check the doctor who issued the death certificate back then, and I have already found it."
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