Why is first love so sweet?

Hearing these words, Sheng Yi looked at the person in front of him with eyes hard to speak.

In the past, Rong Yu would occasionally show another face in front of him, but he didn't think much about it then.

Now think about it carefully, what kind of mental growth process must a child who has been so disciplined and restrained since he was a child be able to say the suggestive "words of tiger and wolf" with such a calm and breezy demeanor?

Looking at that familiar and handsome face, Sheng Yi felt an unspeakable pity in his heart.

He smiled gently, and complied calmly: "Okay."

Rong Yu brought Sheng Yi into his lounge, made him a cup of ginger tea to drive away the cold, and put it into his cold hands outside, "How did you come here?"

"Uncle Xu arranged for the driver to take me here." Sheng Yi picked up the cup and blew on the heat of ginger tea.

Now everyone in the Rong family is taking extra careful care of Sheng Yi. It may be that Rong Yu has explained that he is treated as a key protection object, and he can enjoy meticulous care wherever he goes.

Rong Yu's parents and grandfather are also very kind to Sheng Yi, especially the mother and grandfather, who made him feel the warmth of home for the first time after waking up.

Sheng Yi will definitely repay the warmth this family gave him in the future.

"By the way, I have something important to tell you." Sheng Yi was still very forgetful, and after thinking for a while, he remembered his purpose for coming here.

Rong Yu sat on the sofa next to him, took off his glasses and put them in the pocket of his white coat.

He had already guessed that Sheng Yi was probably going to file for divorce, and the color of his eyes under the eyeshadow dimmed a bit.

Recently he has become less and less able to control his emotions well.

Last night at the Plaza, he had been betrayed by emotions that had escaped his control and done something he hadn't planned.Betrayed by uncontrollable desire again this morning, making his plan completely deviate from expectations.

Rong Yu specializes in psychiatry and knows that human beings are always controlled by emotions and desires.Although the feeling of not being able to control himself made him irritable, he quickly accepted the fact that he was also a normal person.

Also be prepared to bear the consequences of impulsiveness.

"Let's talk." Rong Yu lowered his gaze.

"Xiaoyu, let's get married."

Rong Yu raised his eyes in surprise.

Not wanting to expose the "secret" that Rong Yu thought he had kept well, Sheng Yi said, "I have no other plans until I get my memory back."

Sheng Yi carefully observed Rong Yu's expression: "I have thought about it, as you said, you are my friend, my family, or everything to me, our relationship has long been closer than lovers .”

Rong Yu observed his expression probingly, but fell into that impenetrable fog again.

Sheng Yi said seriously: "Before you make a new decision, let's live together like this and become everything to each other."

After finishing speaking, Sheng Yi quietly waited for Rong Yu's response.

Rong Yu looked at him quietly, his eyes flickered slightly.

After looking at him for a long time, Rong Yu interlocked his fingers, lowered his head and thought for a few seconds: "Is it okay to hold a formal wedding?"

Originally, he wanted to give Rongyu a chance to vent his desire naturally, but he didn't expect Rongyu to make such a practical appeal.

Sheng Yi was stunned for a moment, then nodded with complicated eyes: "Yes."

The air purifier whistled softly in the quiet lounge, and the two looked at each other for a long time guessing each other's thoughts, Rong Yu tentatively stretched out his hand towards Sheng Yi.

Sheng Yi looked at the hand and put it on with complicated emotions.

The fingers were separated by slender fingers and slowly fastened.

The two smiled at each other.

After "asking for instructions" from Rongyu, at night Sheng Yi and Cheng Wenge went to visit Teacher Tu who was recuperating at home.

When I arrived outside Teacher Tu's house, I rang the doorbell several times but there was no response. The lights in the bungalow were all on, but no one answered the phone.

"Is nothing wrong with the teacher?" Sheng Yi and Cheng Wenge looked at each other anxiously.

The two searched around the house and found that the window of the studio on the first floor was not closed, so they jumped in through the window.

"Teacher?" Cheng Wenge quickly walked out of the studio to find someone.

Sheng Yi saw that the studio was in a mess, with overturned debris all over the floor.There is an unfinished work on the easel, the brushwork and colors are very frenzied, and a layer of dust has fallen on the canvas.

He frowned.

Finally found someone on the messy kitchen floor.

The unshaven man was holding a whiskey bottle and poured it on the ground, his slightly curly mid-length hair scattered on his drunken red face.

Sheng Yi regained the familiar intimacy after just one glance, and was deeply shocked by the completely different person in front of him and in his memory.

His first art teacher is a world-renowned contemporary painter named Tu Xinlai, a Virgo, who loves cleanliness and pays attention to life style, hates all unbeautiful things and exaggerated magnificence, and all students must choose children who meet his aesthetics.

He remembered that his teacher liked to laugh, treated people kindly and gently, would bathe his beloved cat, take care of every plant in the garden with his own hands, even cultivate beautiful weeds carefully, and often sit in the garden and paint the beauty of life into the work.

Because he grew up abroad, the teacher prefers to eat French food, and often invites him and Cheng Wenge to his home as guests. He likes to eat the buttered potatoes baked by the teacher the most.

Such a person who loves life has ruined himself like this.

Sheng Yi's eyes were red, and together with Cheng Wenge he helped him up from the ground, "Teacher, I'm here to see you."

"This is how much I drank. I haven't come for three days..." Cheng Wenge shook his head helplessly, took off his coat and put it on the sofa, and walked through the broken debris on the ground to find the hangover medicine in the cabinet.

After taking the anti-alcohol medicine, Tuxinlai finally woke up after 15 minutes.

Tuxinlai opened his bloodshot eyes and saw the student who still kept his youthful appearance in front of him. With tears in his eyes, he slowly opened his eyes wide, "Xiao Yi?...Did you come back, or did I go back?"

"..." Sheng Yi didn't know how to answer.

The long-lost reunion with two beloved students made Tu Xinlai reluctantly cheer up, and the three teachers and students cleaned up the shattered house together.

After cleaning until late at night, the teacher's house was finally restored to its previous appearance.

Sheng Yi went outside to throw out the garbage and came back, and saw the teacher standing in the brand-new studio, holding a stack of sketch paper in his hand, standing under the chandelier, looking at it ecstatically.

Tu Xinlai turned back and smiled at Sheng Yi, and handed him the stack of sketch paper, "Your high school works."

"You still keep it." Sheng Yi smiled and took it over, a little touched, the teacher really missed him all the time.

Sheng Yi took over one by one and looked at them. Although he hadn't recovered his high school memories, he could vaguely feel some vague familiarity through these works.

"I heard from Wen Ge that you are re-preparing for the art college entrance examination?" Tu Xinlai had already heard about Sheng Yi's experience in the past three years from Cheng Wenge.

"Well, I have to re-take the school exam of B University Academy of Fine Arts."

"I still want to take the major of oil painting?"

Sheng Yi put the drawing paper away, smiled and nodded.

Tuxinlai patted his head pityingly, and said softly: "Xiao Yi, the teacher can recommend you to go to the teacher's alma mater, the Paris Academy of Fine Arts. Your qualifications can go to the best art hall for further study. French public universities do not accept Tuition fees and living expenses don’t need to be considered, the teacher will support you.”

Tu Xinlai recalled the past, Sheng Yi could have gone to study in the world's four major art academies, but something happened to his family when he was in high school, and he lost the financial ability to afford the cost of studying abroad.For some reason, this child was determined to stay in the country, refused to accept his help, and missed the best opportunity.

Fortunately, it is not too late now.

Paris Academy of Fine Arts?

Sheng Yi's heart skipped a beat.

The Paris Academy of Fine Arts is one of the four major art schools in the world. It is the dream school for all art students. Many world-renowned great painters such as Delacroix, Monet, Xu Beihong, etc. have graduated from this school.

With Tu Xinlai's recommendation, coupled with his own skills, maybe it is really possible.

Sheng Yi chatted with Cheng Wenge that day, and learned that he had just returned from an early leave of absence from the Florence Academy of Fine Arts this year. Because his father was in poor health, he had to come back to take over the family company.

Sheng Yi was a little moved.

It's been a long time since I ate the buttered potatoes made by the teacher. It was already late at night when I left the teacher's house.

Cheng Wenge sent Sheng Yi back to the Rong family's manor.

When Sheng Yi returned to the other garden, he didn't see Rong Yu. He asked the servant and found that Rong Yu hadn't come back yet.

After watching the brilliant starry sky in the countryside for a while in the courtyard of the Bieyuan, Sheng Yi returned to his room, took a shower, changed into his pajamas, and lay down on the bed. He suffered from insomnia for the first time, and couldn't fall asleep with his eyes open for a long time.

These days, he has regained the familiarity of sleeping with Rong Yu, and every day when he falls asleep, he can feel the body temperature and breathing around him that give him a sense of security.

Now that there was nothing around him, Sheng Yi was inexplicably a little uneasy.He got out of bed and opened the bedroom door a crack.

Lying back on the bed, Sheng Yi hugged the pillow with a sense of prosperity in his arms, feeling a little more comfortable, and slowly closed his eyes.

After waking up, Sheng Yi would dream about something from the past almost every night. Sometimes when he wakes up in the morning, he would recall the memories he retrieved from his dreams, but most of the memories just flashed by in his dreams, and he would forget them instantly when he woke up, turning into a blur. Blurred phantom.

Sheng Yi had a nightmare.

In the dream, there was a pitch blackness where he couldn't reach his fingers. He couldn't see or hear, and he could only feel that he existed alone in the darkness.

The thick black brought him a strong sense of oppression, making him feel suffocated and flustered, and the cold with nowhere to hide clings to him, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Helplessly and terrified, he huddled up in the darkness, not doubting that he would die so alone, and even stopped his own breathing ahead of time.

When he was about to suffocate to death, his tightly closed lips were suddenly forcibly pried open.

A large amount of clear oxygen was forced into his dry lungs, and the warm and moist touch occupied his mouth.

Sheng Yi opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes were blurred because of the wet eyelashes, and only a dim yellow bedside night light was turned on in the room.

Rong Yu still had a cold and slightly sweet smell of winter night, wearing a black overcoat, leaning on the bed with one knee, pressing his hands on both sides of the pillow, leaning over and kissing him fiercely.

Sheng Yi hadn't completely escaped from the dream, subconsciously suffocating his own breath.

The beige scarf that fell softly brushed against his cheeks, and Rong Yu pressed the tip of his tongue against Sheng Yi's teeth that he wanted to clenched again.

The slightly cool lips pressed against the dry lips, and vaguely ordered: "Breathe."

Sheng Yi woke up suddenly, took a big gulp of air, his chest rose and fell violently, and instinctively hugged the person who broke into the darkness to save him tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Rong Yu let go of his hand and slowly got up, touched his head comfortingly, looked into his eyes, "Have you had a nightmare?"

Having regained a sense of security from those eyes that were always as calm as a windless lake, Sheng Yi slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Affected by the overly emotional dream, Sheng Yi felt strongly depressed, as if a boulder was pressing in the spiritual world, and even breathing could not relieve it, and he urgently needed to find an outlet to vent.

Not wanting to worry Rong Yu, Sheng Yi forced a smile, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you back so late?"

"I have some work to do, and I sent you a message to report it." Rong Yu also smiled, straightened up and sat on the side of the bed, and gently lifted his forehead hair, "Your face is very pale, and you feel uncomfortable?"

"Does Dr. Rong want to examine me?" Sheng Yi joked to hide the complicated emotions after returning from the teacher's house, his eyes were full of unconscious attachment, and he hugged Rong Yu's arm sideways to seek more stability.

Rong Yu stared at him for a moment, feeling the heat of his breath on the back of his hand, stood up and unhurriedly took off his scarf, and put on the expression he had when he was working in the hospital, "Lie down."

There is no need for extra modification, just wearing a cold white uniform over the simple white trousers is enough to make that handsome face extremely sexy.

The slender fingers exude an irresistible clean allure.

The black forehead hair naturally scattered between the eyebrows and eyes, and the cold eyes were not stained with any desire, only almost indifferent sobriety.

When those eyes looked down, Sheng Yi felt that he had become a pale human body placed on the operating table, and his entire fragile life was being held in the hands of the one with absolute power.

The cold and slightly hard white cloth brushed over the body, rubbing a burst of burning heat on the delicate skin.

"Cold?" Seeing that Sheng Yi was trembling slightly, Rong Yu stopped.

"Doctor Rong, your hands are so cold..."

Sheng Yi's forehead hair was already soaked, and he consciously grabbed the colder than usual hand and pressed it to his eyes, trying to reduce the heat on his face that was about to melt his skin.

Sheng Yi was much more proactive than in the morning.

But his initiative didn't pay off.

Because his hands were always moving disobediently, which affected Dr. Rong's examination steps, he was finally wrapped in a soft scarf.

At the last moment, Dr. Rong hugged him and sat on his lap, gently kissing the wet eyelashes.

After the examination was over, Dr. Rong hugged the tired man who was leaning on his arms, and wiped his hands slowly.

"How about a doctor?" Sheng Yi leaned weakly on his shoulder, made a decision in his heart, looked deeply at Rong Yu's face and asked with a smile, "Am I still healthy?"

Rong Yu kissed him on the cheek: "Everything is normal."