I was as innocent as you

Qu Shen fell ill again.

Zhai Yanghao slept next to him at night, and felt that this man was slowly getting hot.Terrified, he got up and touched Qu Shen's forehead.Then I saw the man with his eyes closed, unable to wake up no matter how much he screamed, but began to cry desperately.It's like being possessed by an evil spirit.

This made Zhai Yanghao very anxious. He dug out the medicines he had prepared at home, hurriedly picked out the ones that were suitable for the symptoms, and took a long time to feed them. Then he took a towel and rubbed his body.Zhai Yanghao felt very guilty. Qu Shen was not strong at first, and recently he often "songs every night" and "drinking and drinking", and naturally lost his health.

It wasn't until early in the morning that there was a little light outside the window, and Qu Shen's body temperature dropped. Zhai Yanghao was so sleepy that he sent a message to the secretary and sent a letter to the boss to ask for leave for Qu Shen.Unexpectedly, the boss is a light sleeper, but he was woken up by the noise, and furiously replied to the message, scolding Zhai Yanghao for being a crow's mouth, and there has never been any good news.After the boss scolded him, Zhai Yanghao also healed himself, hugged Qu Shen in his arms, and fell asleep steadily.

The two slept until noon, and Zhai Yanghao woke up first.

Qu Shen's illness came on quickly, and his body was exhausted. Zhai Yanghao hugged and kissed him for a long time before Qu Shen woke up in a daze. Looking at Zhai Yanghao's face, he didn't recover for a long time.After a long time, he finally understood, broke out in a cold sweat, and was full of fear.

That suicide dream was all too real.

To make matters worse, although the suicide was a dream, the reasons why he wanted to commit suicide were still real. If he really had the strength to act last night, maybe the dream was reality.

Zhai Yanghao looked at him in a daze, and didn't know the reason, but felt pitiful.

Qu Shen's face was pale and unnaturally red due to illness, and his eyes were clear and watery.His brows were slightly frowned, looking sad, but also as if he was enduring pain and discomfort.

Zhai Yanghao saw Qu Shen's sad expression, but he couldn't believe it was sadness anyway.He felt that this was a physical illness, and as long as Qu Shen's fever subsided, everything would be fine.

Qu Shen felt uncomfortable being watched by him, and buried his head under the quilt, the lower the appearance, the more attractive it was, which made Zhai Yanghao's liver tremble.

In the evening, Qu Shen's fever basically subsided, and he also started to have an appetite. Zhai Yanghao prepared food for him carefully. After eating, Qu Shen was obviously more energetic, and his complexion also looked better.He was sweating and wanted to take a bath after eating.But Zhai Yanghao steadfastly guarded him not to let him get out of bed, worried that he would be just a little bit better, and it would be bad if he caught cold after taking a bath.

"I've got a taste." Qu Shen was very displeased.

"You smell so good." Zhai Yanghao leaned over and wrapped Qu Shen tightly with the quilt.

Qu Shen struggled left and right, but was firmly suppressed by Zhai Yanghao, who still rubbed against his ears nonchalantly.Qu Shen was a little itchy from being rubbed by him, and finally couldn't help laughing.

"Go to sleep," Zhai Yanghao continued to rub, his voice was low and deep, "have a good rest, and I will give you a bath at noon tomorrow, when the yang energy of the day is at its peak."

Qu Shen was speechless at his fallacies, but he still gave an obedient "hmm".

Zhai Yanghao got up to wash up, and when he came back, Qu Shen had already closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully. He checked the messages and mailboxes with his mobile phone, and after confirming that there was nothing serious, he fell asleep.

When he turned off the light, he glanced at Qu Shen who was curled up under the quilt, his brows were tightly frowned in his sleep, and his expression was a little gloomy.

His heart moved, but he had already turned off the light in his hand, and fell asleep obediently.Sleeping until early in the morning, he suddenly woke up for some reason, recalling Qu Shen's expression, and felt a little inexplicable fear in his heart.

The room was very quiet, but he couldn't hear Qu Shen's breathing.He propped up his body, listened carefully in front of Qu Shen carefully, stretched out his hand to test, and made sure that this person was still breathing.

Zhai Yanghao sat in the dark for a long time, his mind was in a mess, and there were many messy sentences such as "the king will not go to court early", "the harem has no color" and other sentences that feel very good about himself.However, in such nonsensical and random thoughts, he unconsciously speculated on these sentences, and slowly, he felt that he finally understood the feeling of "faint lords" who are infatuated with someone, and he is the same, just wanting to guard Qu Deep, I just hate that I don't have enough time to be with him, and I worry about a little bit of clues—from ancient times to the present, emperors, generals and ministers, with short brown hair and short brown hair, are probably like this.

If, just say if.

It would be fine if Qu Shen really liked him, there would be no last resort, no compromising, no sadness, no shadows.

If so, how wonderful their lives would be.

After Qu Shen's illness, he seemed to be completely reborn.

He was still taciturn and easily shy, but very subtly, it seemed that there was some brilliance in his eyes that he didn't have before.

The boss thinks that Qu Shen seems to have a little firmness. Although his appearance is still much younger than his actual age, his brows and eyes are still bright, and his face is still innocent, but there seems to be some forbearance in his expression, which is no longer the same as before. A timid look.

He studied painting honestly, and he was obviously more hardworking than before, almost all night long.The boss also bumped into him a few times when he didn't come home all night, his eyes were so sleepy that his eyes drifted away.

Oil painting, watercolor, printmaking, ink painting, and even calligraphy, Qu Shen didn't know where the energy came from. He had a big appetite, and he worked hard in silence as if possessed by a demon.

He also seldom goes to the gatherings of those big touches, and often excuses himself because he is unwell.The boss sometimes wants to scold him for being unethical, but on the other hand, he keeps seeing his more mature works.

To be honest, apart from copying, Qu Shen still likes to draw things that others can't understand, but it's hard to say where the change happened. Those obscure pictures gradually began to become lively. Fresh, like a dark dream, but with a hint of charming power.

During Qu Shen's hard work, the most effective thing is calligraphy. His calligraphy has a unique elegance and cleanliness. He hasn't practiced for a long time and is not particularly solid, but it is somewhat unforgettable.No matter how much the boss pretended to be cold, he couldn't help but take a few photos and post them on Moments, which immediately triggered a wave of brushing Qu Xiaohua.

"I don't see the person, but I only see the characters. The characters are like the person, and the thirst is quenched by looking at the characters. Please send Qu Xiaohua to organize the game."

"Are you showing off your achievements? Let go of that Qu Xiaohua! Let me do it!"

"Silly boss, has the golden house hidden flowers recently? Return Qu Xiaohua to the people!"

"Evil capitalists know how to make Qu Xiaohua rely on talent to make money, but we, Qu Xiaohua, can rely on face!"

……

Among the bunch of unscrupulous messages, there was only one Zhai Yanghao, who praised foolishly: "It's really well written."

Gradually, the boss also started to take pictures of Qu Shen.

In all kinds of comments, Zhai Yanghao's own idiot-faced praise still pops up: "The painting is really good."

The boss finally said to Qu Shen solemnly, keep working hard, I plan to hold a solo exhibition for you.

Qu Shen was drawing with gloves on. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at him calmly. He seemed to have reacted for a while before he smiled and said lazily, "Is it really possible?"

Even though there are some changes, Qu Shen is still not used by the boss. He is not the sunny, optimistic and positive person that the boss likes, but the boss is starting to get a little bit of his cuteness.His docile exquisiteness and clean tenacity touched the boss a little bit.

So it was rare for the boss not to scold him for his immature and prudent answer.

After preparing for a period of time, Daxie and the others cooperated with a Chinese Academy of Sciences to hold a small art exhibition with an exhibition hall of nearly [-] square meters, plus lectures on traditional calligraphy and painting art, as well as on-site calligraphy and painting experience.In addition to Qu Shen, there are two young painters who specialize in ink painting to hold the exhibition together.

The boss wanted Qu Shen to dress more like a motivated young artist, but Qu Shen came here wearing a sweater and jeans, his hair was a little bit long, and he looked smaller. He was bored in the studio for a long time, thin and thin Bai, as delicate as a girl.The boss also wholeheartedly hoped that Qu Shen would behave a bit more maturely and not show timidity, but he was still not very good at dealing with people, and he couldn't talk to people with ease like the other two young people. Corner, most uninformed visitors would not have guessed that he was the author of these paintings.

He just stood there like this, even when he saw someone ordering to buy his paintings, he didn't say a word.

The boss really couldn't stand it anymore, so he found two lively girls at the painting and calligraphy experience place, and sent them to Qu Shen to liven up the atmosphere.

The two girls were still concentrating on their responsibilities at the beginning, and introduced the exhibition hall and the author with a conscientious attitude.When Qu Shen was mentioned, as if a switch had been flipped, he would smile lightly and simply chat with people.After a while, the two girls were stuck in front of him, asking questions, laughing and making noise, acting like no one else was there.The boss was speechless to heaven.

At three or four in the afternoon, more and more people participated in the exhibition. Qu Shen felt tired after standing for a long time.In full view, he saw that the lecture next to him was over, so he dragged a chair and sat down.Two girls stood on either side of him, one on the left and the other on the right. The scene made the boss want to jump, but the person involved and the people watching the art exhibition were very natural.

In the evening, when the art exhibition was about to end, Zhai Yanghao came, chatted with the boss for a while, then chatted with other exhibitors, and hooked up with a few big contacts who came to see the exhibition.

A few big touches said that Qu Xiaohua'er is really promising, but she is probably exhausted. Looking at his appearance, he is simply a gloomy young man who is charming and soul-stirring. I really want to keep him.

Zhai Yanghao kept smiling and remained calm.

When he finally walked into Qu Shen's exhibition hall, he saw the "gloomy boy" sitting in the corner. .

As soon as he approached, Qu Shen noticed it, woke up from the fugue, looked at him with a blank face for a while, and then looked around the exhibition hall slowly, about [-]% of the paintings had been labeled as sold .He turned around and looked at a painting behind him. After a long time, he said in a daze, "I'm a bit reluctant to sell it to others."

Zhai Yanghao leaned over to look, and naturally put his hand on Qu Shen's shoulder.Qu Shen raised his head slightly, as if leaning against him.

In that painting, there is vaguely a wilderness in the twilight, and the deep and dull orange-brown tone is like a hesitant warmth.

Two small figures are in a corner of the vast wilderness, unable to clearly describe their behavior, unable to tell where they are going, and relying on each other alone.

The author has something to say:

No prizes to answer, who is the model of "forever a boy" in your mind~~