Affectionate for a long time

On the second floor, the closer he got to the bedroom, the more panicked Zhuang Moli became. He turned on all the lights in the corridor.Standing in front of the bedroom, gently twist the handle.

Pushing it, the door opened without making any sound.A dark, room that sucks in all the light like a black hole.He hesitated at the door, the room was an inescapable nightmare for him.

After standing at the door for an unknown amount of time, he finally reached in and turned on the light.The dark room was suddenly brightened.It has the same simple European and American style as the layout downstairs, but the black floor looks dizzying.However, he is not in the mood to recall these things that have caused him such pain, because the whole bedroom has been turned upside down, it looks like a catastrophe!

All the places that can be opened are all open, the wardrobe, bedside table, clothes and sundries are all turned out, messy everywhere.

At a simple glance, the belongings were not lost, but a few pieces of Shen Tang's clothes were taken away. The rest that bothered him were the various photos and albums that once filled half the room, together with the standing on the wall. The huge photos among the sunflower bushes that they joked were wedding photos also disappeared.

Shen Tang disappeared.and,

After Shen Junfei's phone call, Zhuang Moli couldn't even get in touch with him.

He blocked Qiu Qinghong a few times, but he was like a tightly knit clam, not saying a word about them.

"I heard you were looking for him?" Fu Jinyan saw Zhuang Moli for the third time, still in that nursing home, "Why?"

Zhuang Moli looked at him without speaking.

"Let me think about it, did he suddenly feel better?" Before he finished speaking, he continued talking to himself without waiting for Zhuang Moli to refute, "It shouldn't be like this, after all, he has imprisoned you for six How can you still have a little compassion for him when you want to kill him? Ah... I see, you want to see if he is dead, and you want to confirm for yourself? "

"Fu Jinyan!" Zhuang Moli stood up and scolded coldly, "You don't need to worry about it! So what if you are, so what if you are not, this is between us, what does it have to do with you?"

Fu Jinyan's legs were crossed, his eyes suddenly elongated, and he suddenly fell into a strange depression, "Zhuang Moli, do you know why you are still alive?"

【Three months ago, late at night】

When Shen Junfei called him, he had just come off the operating table. This time, the patient was a sixteen-year-old girl who had an aneurysm the size of a little finger in her brain.The craniotomy itself was quite risky, and it was an aneurysm. They discussed it for more than a month and performed several simulated operations before finally finalizing the time.Since ten o'clock yesterday morning, he has been in the operation for more than 20 hours. When he came out, his feet were soft and his eyes were blurred.

He was almost struggling to get through the phone, Shen Junfei looked very anxious, he said that they were having trouble again.

These two people would have a big fight almost every once in a while, Shen Junfei was meddling like a nanny, he didn't want to go into this muddy water.

"Be careful, go and meet him, don't let them make any big trouble!"

Fu Jinyan agreed, hung up the phone and fell asleep on the single bed in the office, and slept until midnight.

That night was also strange, he originally wanted to go home directly, but the car drove to the quiet three-story building.Except for the sensor light on the porch that was turned on because of his arrival, the other windows in the whole room were completely dark.

He shook his head, it seemed that Junfei was making a fuss.

But since he came here, Fu Jinyan didn't plan to go back. This place is completely different from his home, and he really doesn't want to move anymore.

When he rang the doorbell, the servant saw that it was him and quickly opened the door.

"Are they all asleep?"

The servant nodded, but after a while, he shook his head again, "I heard movement in the kitchen just now."

"Go down, I'll go take a look."

Fu Jinyan originally wanted to chat with them, and it would not be a problem to continue the quarrel, but when he knocked on the door to no avail and pushed the door open.Even though he was a doctor who was used to corpses and blood, he couldn't help screaming.

The blood printed on the black floor like water had spread to the foot of the bed, and there was a strong musky smell of blood in the air.

"Save him..." There was a weak voice like mosquitoes and flies in the quiet space, Fu Jinyan rushed up, tore off the bed sheet, and blocked their wounds that were constantly spurting blood.

Fu Jinyan put his hands on his temples and rubbed them twice, shaking off the bloody images in his mind.

"Zhuang Moli, I know I'm not qualified to say such things, but he doesn't owe you, you owe him!" Fu Shensi said, taking out a ticket from his pocket and handing it to him, "Go and see, This exhibition."

The theme of the exhibition is... MY, SUN, MY, KING

The opening day was Bailu, and autumn was getting stronger.

There were not many people. It was early in the morning, and there were only a few young people who looked like students with schoolbags on their backs.Zhuang Moli doesn't know how to appreciate paintings. Whether it's impression or abstraction, he can't make any waves in his eyes, let alone feel any emotion and resonance from it.There is also no explanation below each painting, not even an introduction to the artist.He walked along the gallery from beginning to end, and stopped at the last picture.

It is a scene diagram, an oil painting, and the colors are extremely rich.The picture freezes in a cherry blossom forest, under which stands a boy in a blue and white school uniform.The young man lowered his head slightly, his eyes were soft, reflecting the colors of spring.

In the upper right corner of the picture, tall buildings can be vaguely seen.

So familiar.

He looked down, and there was a sign hanging under the painting, which said, read porcelain.

porcelain.

Zhuang Moli's thoughts were suddenly pulled far away. This kind of vessel, which was extremely precious, delicate and fragile in ancient China, rarely appeared in the name.In his short life, he has only met one person with porcelain in his name.

The round-faced girl who was like fireworks in full bloom has completely faded out of their sight since then. They never expected that she would run into his life again in this way.Because under these two words is clearly the brief introduction of the artist of the entire exhibition, and the word "Jiang Ci" is impressively written in the column of the name.

And he finally remembered, the spring of the third year of high school, the first encounter under the cherry blossoms.

There should have been three people at that time, but in the painting, there was only Shen Tang.

"Hey...don't touch it." A vague voice came from behind, and Zhuang Moli retracted his hand from the oil painting one centimeter away as if he was electrocuted. He turned around to apologize, but when he saw someone coming, he was stunned.

"Because this painting was found a few days ago, and I didn't have time to mount it... The oil painting cannot be touched. The sweat on the hands will destroy the composition of the oil paint, and it is difficult to clean."

"Your hair..." Zhuang Moli had already guessed that Fu Jinyan had ulterior motives for giving him the ticket. He was already prepared to face Shen Tang, but he didn't expect it to be in such a face-to-face, extremely peaceful way.

Shen Tang wore a white mask, so his voice was always indistinct. He tugged at his hair and said with a smile, "Isn't grandma gray popular recently?"

He was wearing black casual clothes, and there was no trace of violence in his dark eyes.Although he couldn't see his full expression clearly, Zhuang Moli felt that his whole body seemed to be washed by something, soaking away the morbid darkness, leaving only the pure essence.Like rough jade that has been shaved off its rough appearance, it finally reveals its original beauty through the hands of a skilled craftsman.

"Isn't it pretty?" Shen Tang asked.

Zhuang Moli shook his head passively, "No... just a little unaccustomed to it..." Grandma's gray set off his youth and sharpness, but it was not as good as the original black to set off his temperament.

"People always have to learn to try something new and start a new life."

Shen Tang took two steps forward, and Zhuang Moli retreated instinctively.Shen Tang took his movements into his eyes, and took a step sideways. He looked up at the painting just now, and suddenly there were emotions that Zhuang Moli couldn't understand in his clear eyes.

"Are you okay?" Zhuang Moli finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most.He looks fine, but he wants to hear him for himself.

Shen Tang turned to look at him, "It's okay, how about you?"

"I'm fine too." After these four words, he suddenly had nothing to say.

After a brief silence, Shen Tang's voice sounded slowly, "I don't want to apologize, I never do things that I think are wrong. But recently, I suddenly wondered whether using the wrong method is fundamentally a kind of Wrong? Mo Li, maybe I did something wrong."

Shen Tang's sudden apology, which didn't seem like an apology, caught Zhuang Moli in a daze. He looked around and suddenly felt that he must be dreaming.The person in front of him couldn't be Shen Tang.He found out that he didn't know him at all!

Shen Tang is not like this, he is unpredictable, moody, always hysterical like a mental patient about to go mad.He was afraid of him, to the core.How could it be possible to have such a calm conversation like now?

Shen Tang didn't seem very surprised by his silence, but continued to focus on the painting.

Zhuang Moli secretly pinched his palm, feeling a faint pain.

As time went by, the number of people seemed to gradually increase. Zhuang Moli and Shen Tang just surrounded the same picture, separated by two steps.

"Running around again!" A slender hand hooked Shen Tang's neck, and the familiarity in his tone made Zhuang Moli couldn't help but look sideways.No one dared to treat Shen Tang like this!

With just one glance, Zhuang Moli couldn't help opening his mouth.The visitor is wearing Versace's autumn limited-edition off-white leisure suit, and the slightly curly hair that is about to shawl oozes a sense of femininity, and then look at his face.Zhuang Moli felt that male and female appearance was not enough to describe him, he seemed to have stepped out of a thick and colorful meticulous painting of some century, his narrow eyes were slightly raised at the corners, and he was naturally charming.

Shen Tang pushed his hand down, his eyes squinted, "I'm not running around, I'm looking at a painting."

"It's time to go." The man's hand slipped from his shoulder, but he took his hand without hesitation, interlocking his fingers, "They are waiting for us."

"Wait a minute." Shen Tang gestured with his eyes, the man frowned quickly, let go of his hand, and pointed to the turning point ahead, "Then hurry up!"

"Okay, not too long, a few minutes."

When the man walked away, Zhuang Moli asked, "Who is he?"

"My brother." A kind of fiery admiration burst out in Shen Tang's eyes, "Qingcheng."