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Bright red blood trickled down.

"Get out, get out."

Dazzling white lights, crowds of people, doctors calling hurriedly, the corridor was filled with the pungent smell of medicine, someone was crying, and the sound of chaotic footsteps stepped on people's hearts.

"Shen Cheng, Shen Cheng."

Suddenly a familiar voice came from the door, and two vague figures stood against the light, staring at Shen Cheng.

Wearing a white shirt, Shen Cheng kept panting and felt palpitations. He knew who was there, but he couldn't help but backed away, not daring to walk over.

The two figures walked towards him slowly, one step at a time, getting closer, their bloody faces were illuminated by the light.

Shen Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

He sat up involuntarily, exhaled vigorously, like a drowning person finally surfacing.

"what happened to you?"

Zhile put her hands and feet on Shen Cheng's body, was awakened by the sound, and squinted her eyes to look at Shen Cheng in a daze.The next second, he immediately sat up and woke up.

"Have you had another nightmare?"

Zhile crawled over Shen Cheng, got out of bed and got a tissue and water cup, and asked Shen Cheng to wipe off his sweat and drink water.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Shen Cheng's forehead. After drinking water, his breath slowly calmed down. He said thank you to Zhile. Seeing that Zhile was standing barefoot on the ground without slippers, he frowned slightly: "I'm fine. Don't get out of bed next time." , I can take it myself."

Then let Zhile go to bed.

Zhile returned the same way and still crawled over Shen Cheng's body. The two of them lay down again, but they didn't feel sleepy for a while.

It's late at night, everything is silent, and there are occasional insects outside the window.

"Brother." Zhile called softly.

Shen Cheng was originally lying flat, turned his head and saw Zhile lying on his side facing him, so he also turned sideways, facing Zhile, and the two of them each covered a thin quilt, lying face to face.

"Are you okay?" Zhile's eyes were full of worry.

"It's nothing." Shen Cheng said, "It's just a dream."

Zhile still observed Shen Cheng's face very carefully, seeing that his face was calm as usual, she was relieved a little.

"Just tell me the dream." Zhile's voice was very soft in the night, with a slight hoarseness that had not yet stretched out: "Good dreams will come true, and nightmares are all fake."

Shen Cheng slightly hooked his lips.

"What did you dream about?" Zhile asked softly, "Is it something scary?"

Shen Cheng was always at peace on weekdays, but Zhile had only seen him lose his composure twice, both after nightmares.Can make the calm Shen Cheng like this, presumably the things in the dream must be very scary.

Shen Cheng didn't speak.

Zhile waited for a long time, thinking that Shen Cheng would not answer, but Shen Cheng spoke.

"I dreamed about my parents."

"Ah." Zhile remembered that Shen Cheng also mentioned it last time, and also dreamed about his parents.This made Zhile a little confused.

"Then, isn't it great?" Parents are relatives, it's a good thing to dream about, why would it become a nightmare.

Zhile's understanding of Shen's family is not comprehensive, Jiang Shanyuan only told him the general situation, from his point of view, he doesn't quite understand why parents and relatives become the source of nightmares.

"I will also dream about my parents," Zhile said softly, "Grandpa said that they missed me. They came to see me in their dreams. Uncle Shen and Aunt Shen must also miss you."

Shen Cheng seemed to be in a trance, and a self-mockery flashed in his eyes when he heard this.

"Don't you miss them too?" Zhile moved closer, and both of them put their arms outside the quilt, so close at hand.

With a flat tone, Shen Cheng replied, "I don't want to. I'm not a child anymore."

Zhile's eyes widened slightly, and said: "If you're not a child, can't you think about it? My grandfather, his hair is all white, and he still misses his mother—that is, my grandma."

"Adults and children, men and women, great heroes, all are fine," Zhi Le thought for a moment, and picked out the appropriate words from his ocean of knowledge: "It's all fine, longing, fragile."

Shen Cheng really laughed this time, even though it was only for a moment, it passed by in a flash.

"You even know this?" Shen Cheng looked at Zhi Le with a skeptical look with a rare hint of teasing, as if to say that you are not really stupid again.

Zhile could already understand Shen Cheng's expression, wrinkled his nose, and said, "I read."

After thinking about it, he said, "If you are stupid, you should read more books."

Shen Cheng laughed, staring at Zhile quietly, the warm light shone on Zhile's face, like the rising sun in the early spring morning.

"They won't miss me."

After a long time, Shen Cheng suddenly spoke.

Zhile raised her face, after a while she realized who "they" were, and said, "I should, I miss you."

Shen Cheng smiled slightly: "No."

There was some doubt in Zhile's eyes, and she looked at Shen Cheng quietly.

Shen Cheng never liked to talk about family affairs and private matters to others, and this matter was the last thing he wanted to mention in the past, and he never kept his mouth shut.It was the same last time, and it will be the same this time.

"They might, kind of blame me."

"……Um?"

In the quiet late night, the voices of the two were very soft, like whispering.

"If it wasn't for me..." Shen Cheng's voice was very low and deep, and he stopped after saying this half a sentence.

Zhile waited quietly for the next sentence, but Shen Cheng never continued.

"What?" Zhile asked softly.

Shen Cheng replied: "It's nothing. Go to sleep."

The two still kept facing each other, Zhile blinked and looked into Shen Cheng's eyes.He was not able to deduce certain causes and consequences from a few words like ordinary people, but at this moment, he still noticed something else.

On weekdays, Shen Cheng is capable, domineering and gentlemanly, cold but easy to soften his heart, occasionally fierce but considerate and caring... No matter what kind, he is powerful, as if omnipotent, always standing under the sun, standing by his side. Zhou has no shadow.

Shen Cheng at this moment made Zhile feel a faint sadness.

An inexplicable emotion suddenly rose in Zhile's heart, which had never appeared before, like a green fruit on a summer branch, sour and astringent.

"Shen Cheng."

Zhile suddenly called softly.

"The nightmare will pass."

"Don't be afraid, I'm with you."

"Always, stay with you, Shen Cheng."

Zhile always calls Shen Cheng brother, the main reason is that Shen Cheng is indeed a few years older than him, now he suddenly changed his name, and solemnly called Shen Cheng, as if in this way, he can become the same age as Shen Cheng, and can give more A stronger and more mature force.

In the quiet night, clear and shallow breathing faintly intertwined.

Zhile's arm moved slightly, and the palm covered the back of Shen Cheng's hand. The palm was warm and the skin was soft.

Shen Cheng did not speak, his eyes were downcast, looking at the forehead, eyes, nose, and lips of the person in front of him... The haze brought about by dreams and past events disappeared in an instant, and in the dark night, the gentle moonlight came in.

"Okay," Shen Cheng said in a low voice, "Thank you."

"Don't tell me, say thank you," Zhile said, "It's like, I won't tell you, I'm sorry."

Shen Cheng clasped his backhand, put it on the back of Zhile's hand, and said yes in a low voice.

Zhile felt Shen Cheng's obvious emotional change, and immediately relaxed, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Go to sleep." Shen Cheng finally said.

Zhile hummed, closed her eyes, opened them again after a while, and said to Shen Cheng: "Brother, you know, a piece of glass fell from upstairs, it will say, what?"

"say what?"

"It will say, good night, I'm broken."

Shen Cheng: ...

Zhile laughed, closed her eyes again, and really fell asleep.

Shen Cheng still opened his eyes, looking at Zhile.He suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if a long time ago, on a certain night, he and Zhi Le faced each other like this, lying on the bed, and said something.

Zhile fell asleep very quickly, and in the blink of an eye he was already in a dream.

Shen Cheng put Zhile's arm into the quilt, pulled the quilt for him, Zhile unconsciously moved, and habitually leaned over, her head was pressed against Shen Cheng's shoulder, and she took a long breath.Shen Cheng tilted his head slightly, with the tips of his ears touching Zhile's soft hair, and closed his eyes.

A few days later, Qinyue clubhouse.

"Le Tsai!"

"wood!"

Zhile walked into the suite on the sixth floor and hugged Fang Mu.

The two haven't seen each other for several days.Fang Mu held a solo art exhibition every two years, and this year he also received an invitation for a magazine column. Before that, he kept procrastinating until the exhibition period and the deadline approached.

As of today, Fang Mu has not left his room for nearly ten days.

Qin Yue spends most of his time in the clubhouse. This suite was originally reserved for Fang Mu, which is convenient for him to rest and paint on weekdays. It is his personal exclusive space, which is why he drove those people away unceremoniously last time. one.

The room has everything you need, and with the doors and windows closed, all the hustle and bustle is isolated from the outside, which is not inferior to a professional studio.Qin Yue also hired a special person to take care of Fang Mu's daily diet, and was on call 24 hours a day, which was thoughtful, but Fang Mu's long-term absence was still worrying.

Qin Yue had no choice but to ask Shen Cheng for help, to bring Zhile and chat to adjust.

Zhile brought Xiaole and Xiaocheng along, and picked some freshly blooming flowers from Shen's garden, tied them into a bunch, with dew and fragrance rolling on the petals, and brought them to Fangmu.

Fang Mu found a vase, inserted it immediately, and put it on the work table.

"You guys have a good chat," Qin Yue said with a smile on his face, "Zhi Le, don't hesitate to eat whatever you want, play here for a while."

Shen Cheng had other entertainments, so he left with Qin Yue after sitting for a while.

Zhile and Fang Mu each held a puppy, sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the living room, chatting while eating.

"You seem to have lost weight." Zhi Le looked at Fang Mu.

Fang Mu was already thin, but now he is even thinner. His collarbone is high and protruding, and his hair has grown a bit. He used a post-it note clip to randomly pinch his bangs covering his eyes, revealing his pale forehead.

"I swear, if I'm lazy in the future, I'll become a dog." Fang Mu obviously couldn't bear to rush the draft, it was really a momentary delay, and the crematorium afterwards.

"Help me take a look," Fang Mu fetched a few completed paintings and spread them out in front of Zhile: "Which ones are good—choose according to your intuition."

These are the candidate paintings for the solo exhibition, so Zhile looked at them carefully and selected a few that he liked.

"Very good!" Fang Mu stretched out his hand and clapped Zhile's hands, obviously Zhile chose Fang Mu's heart.

Fang Mu exhaled, his face was tired, but his spirit was quite good, his eyes were bright.Zhile looked at the messy painting utensils and sketches in the room, with a little envy in his eyes.

"Come on, tell me about you, how are you doing?" Fang Mu asked Zhile.

While talking, the door was knocked, then opened, and Qin Yue walked in.

I saw him holding two trays in his hands, and came to be the waiter himself, red wine and fruit wine in his left hand, and freshly baked pastries in his right hand, and delivered them to Zhi Le and Fang Mu attentively.

"This is the peerless fruit wine I made by myself. There is no second cup in the world. Zhile, taste it slowly." Qin Yue snapped his fingers, blinked his right eye at Zhile, wink.

Zhile couldn't help laughing.He also likes Qin Yue quite a bit. Qin Yue has a sudden personality, makes jokes, is slick, but treats his friends sincerely and is quite funny.

"Zhile, eat more with Fang Mu, the most famous baker in this city is the master in my shop..."

Qin Yue was talking, but Fang Mu frowned and gave him a look.

Qin Yue shut up.

Fang Mu said coldly, "Go out."

Qin Yue: "I'll sit down for a while."

Fang Mu: "We two are talking, what are you doing here?"

Qin Yue: "I'll just sit down for a while and don't disturb you."

Fang Mu: "No."

Qin Yue: "You don't even bother to talk to me these days, can I just sit back and listen to you?"

Fang Mu said coldly: "Get out, go."

Qin Yue crossed his hips, looking very angry, as if he was going to get angry, Fang Mu picked up the red wine glass, took a sip, and still looked at him coldly.

"Okay, okay, I'm going!" Qin Yue held back his anger, and said to Zhile: "You guys have fun."

Immediately strode away, and slammed the door.

Zhile looked at the door, then at Fang Mu, and couldn't help saying: "You are so cruel to him."

This Fang Mu is really merciless if he doesn't like it, even Qin Yue treats it equally.Zhile felt that Qin Yue looked a little pitiful.

"You have to treat him like this, otherwise, he will be afraid instead." Fang Mu said disapprovingly.

Zhile looked at Fang Mu suspiciously, not quite understanding this model.

"Don't believe me? Just watch."

Fang Mu sent a text message, and soon, Qin Yue pushed the door open again, with a smile on his face: "Yo, you miss me."

Fang Mu raised his eyes to look at Qin Yue, with a soft expression on his face, and said, "I was wrong just now, I shouldn't have treated you that way."

Qin Yue's smile stopped.

"If you want to stay, you can stay. Speaking of which, we have not spoken for several days. Sit down and chat together."

Qin Yue looked at Fang Mu suspiciously, and panic gradually appeared in his eyes.

"What's the matter with you? Are you in a bad mood? Don't be like this, I'm flustered."

Fang Mu said gently: "Didn't you think I ignored you?" "...No! Absolutely not!" Qin Yue said repeatedly: "You are immersed in creation and focus on your work, as it should be."

"Really? Are you sure you don't want to stay?"

"You friends are talking, what am I doing here?" Qin Yue brushed his hair and carefully observed Fang Mu's face to determine whether his mood was fluctuating.

"Then you don't leave yet." Fang Mufu returned to his indifferent expression.

Instead, Qin Yue let out a sigh of relief, "Go now, ancestor, stop making trouble."

Qin Yue restored his smile, "Zhi Le, accompany Fang Mu to eat more, I'll go out first."

Qin Yue left again, opened the door, and his subordinates came over and said something respectfully, Qin Yue bit a cigarette, nodded indifferently, turned and walked away.

Zhile opened her mouth slightly, Fang Mu shrugged, meaning you read right.

"Because of my illness, I have had a bad temper since I was a child. When I'm in a particularly bad mood, I will go to another extreme and become gentle and easy to talk. Qin Yue knows this better than anyone else, so the more fierce I am, the more at ease he will be."

Zhile thought about it for a while, half-understood, only thought they were so funny.

"I haven't. I'm more fierce than Shen Cheng."

"Don't you," Fang Mu said, "Shen Cheng is not Qin Yue, and you are not me. This doesn't apply to you. He might like you more."

Zhile touched his nose.

"Go on, how are you doing now?" Fang Mu resumed the interrupted topic and looked at Zhile.

Contrary to Fang Mu's thinness, Zhile is obviously living a very healthy life these days, with some flesh growing on her cheeks, wearing white T overalls, and her whole body is filled with a healthy and bright atmosphere.

Zhile slowly narrated the situation these days, and Fang Mu asked questions from time to time while listening, and soon understood.

"I didn't call it a stop, I didn't feel bored, and I still laughed," Fang Mu propped his chin, and concluded: "The situation is very good, and victory is just around the corner."

Zhile laughed.

Fang Mu thought for a while, and said: "This progress is good, keep it up.After a period of time, and then step by step, you can enter the next stage. "

"The next stage?"

"After the basic interaction, it is natural to have in-depth interaction, such as physical contact, and a little deeper...contact." Fang Mu said in a teacher-like manner, with a set of theoretical knowledge, which sounds good.Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered something, stopped, squinted and looked at Chiraku.

Zhile:

Fang Mu said: "You probably won't..."

Zhile:? ?

Zhile's situation is a bit special, Fang Mu thought for a while, and nodded: "I guess you haven't taken physiology class much, it's okay, I will teach you then - not to teach you anything, but this is what you must learn in love Homework. Even if you don’t do it now, you will always need it in the future. Now you must at least understand the basics, and start with the simple ones, which can be regarded as a means of probing—if the other party has feelings for you, hehe, this matter is eight Nine is close to ten."

Fang Mu talked a lot, and Zhile was confused, what this and that... But knowing that Fang Mu was helping him, he nodded obediently.

"Good friend, no thanks." Fang Mu said.

The two sat and chatted for a while, ate something, Fang Mu stood up, and finally decided to go out of the room to get some air.

"I'll take you to the top of the building to see the scenery."

Zhile went out with Fang Mu, and sent a message to Shen Cheng while walking, intending to inform him, but unexpectedly, when he turned the corner of the corridor, he saw Shen Cheng.

Shen Cheng stood in another aisle of boxes, and there were several people standing in front of him.

When you know the music and you are happy, you have to step over.

But Fang Mu pulled him back.

Fang Mu grabbed Zhile in time, stepped back, retreated to the corner, raised his index finger, and hissed to Zhile: "Don't go over."

Zhile felt a little bewildered.

"That's Shen Ming." Fang Mu probed his head, took another look, confirmed it, and said, "They should be busy, we'll go there after they finish talking."

Shen Ming?Zhile remembered that this was Shen Cheng's twin brother.

Zhile also poked her head slightly, and through the wall lamp in the corridor, she could see clearly that it was Shen Ming, with a face exactly like Shen Cheng wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, standing face to face with Shen Cheng, not far behind Shen Ming, standing A young girl.