reverse trapping

In an instant, the figures in many pictures in Cheng Muze's mind began to fill.

It was Shen Jinzhi who helped him make up lessons; it was Shen Jinzhi who urged him to exercise and run at school;

It was Shen Jinzhi who accompanied him to the police station to change his ID card; it was Shen Jinzhi who handed him his clothes in the shower;

After quarreling with his family, the only one who asked for help was Shen Jinzhi.

A touch of warm color was injected into his incomplete memory, and the mild tone diffused from the middle, gradually infecting, and adhering to the cracks in the memory.

Cheng Mu's nose was sour, trying to touch those fragmented memories.

The sporadic pictures couldn't stop the enthusiasm of his fingertips, and suddenly disappeared.

In a corner of the store, two clerks were sorting the boxes.

Cheng Mu caught a glimpse of those gift boxes from the corner of his eye.

In the middle of a stack of black gift boxes, a cluster of dark blue caught his eyeballs, drawing him forward unconsciously.

It was a well-designed packaging box, and Cheng Mu even had the stupid urge to buy a box and return the pearls.

He pointed to the delicately ribboned box and asked, "Can I see it?"

The clerk turned the box around and pushed it in front of Cheng Muze: "This is a gift box for customized products in our store. It has won many domestic high-end design awards..."

The box was placed on the glass stand, and the light from the counter hit the bottom of the box, forming a layer of pale golden color around the edge.

Cheng Mu raised his hand and touched the velvet box.

In an instant, vivid images emerged from the depths of hidden memory.

Sitting awkwardly in front of the computer, he clicked on the graduate admission list of Yongchang Media University.

The scorching light from the computer screen scorched Cheng Muze's anxiety.

He pointed on the screen with his finger and searched down the list one by one, for fear of missing something.

Finally, he found his admission ticket number.

He double-checked the information several times before pulling Shen Jinzhi back.

While shaking Shen Jinzhi's arm, he asked excitedly: "Senior! See if I passed the exam, did I pass the exam!"

Standing behind the chair, Shen Jinzhi leaned forward.

A down-to-earth atmosphere enveloped Cheng Muze's fluctuating mood.

"Yes, I passed the exam."

The voice of affirmation was very soft, but it was like giving Cheng Muze a strong reassurance.

He excitedly got up from his chair and hugged Shen Jinzhi.

"I passed the exam! I really passed the exam!"

Shen Jinzhi accepted the hug passively, feeling the joy without any impurities.

He chuckled slightly: "Were you so happy when you were admitted to Tianjin University?"

Cheng Muze's smile suddenly froze at the corner of his mouth.

Those excited restlessness disappeared in an instant, turning into a wisp of invisible smoke.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and let go of the hands surrounding Shen Jinzhi: "Senior, in fact, I didn't tell you the truth."

Shen Jinzhi raised his eyes, with puzzlement hidden between his brows and eyes.

Cheng Mu continued: "I want to be admitted to Yongchuan, but what I want to go is not the finance department, but the photography department. There are some special reasons, I must continue to study finance.

"But I don't want to give up what I love, so I can only settle for the next best thing, and go to a university that has both a finance department and a photography department. Yongchuan is one of the few schools I can choose."

Shen Jinzhi didn't speak, a few undulating wrinkles appeared between the originally flat eyebrows.

The light from the computer screen coiled on the back of Cheng Muze's hand, comforting him gently.

Cheng Mu let out a "tsk", shaking off those bad emotions.

"Don't talk about those unhappy things." He groped in his pocket, took out an elegant gift box and handed it to Shen Jinzhi, "I will~"

The silk ribbon of the gift box passed through Cheng Muze's fingertips, making it more delicate.

Since his mother passed away, Cheng Mu hasn't received a birthday present for many years.

Every year on his birthday, he would buy a gift and send it to his friends.

Before walking into that shop, Cheng Mu originally planned to pick and choose casually, but he didn't realize that he saw a cufflink in the customized booklet.

The moment he saw the design draft, Cheng Mu thought of Shen Jinzhi.

It was love at first sight that prompted him to buy that version of the design.

Since the cufflinks only had a design draft but no finished product, Cheng Mu waited for a whole construction period and did not get the finished product until the morning.

The real thing is more suitable for Shen Jinzhi than he imagined, like a personal order.

Looking at the gift box in Cheng Muze's hand, Shen Jinzhi asked, "What is this?"

"A small gift, I bought it for you." Cheng Mu said, "I originally planned to give it to you later, but suddenly I feel that it is very appropriate to give it now."

Shen Jinzhi glanced at the admission list behind Cheng Muze, and said with a smile, "Is this the remuneration for making up lessons?"

Cheng Mu tilted his head: "If you think so, you can accept this gift, then you can."

Shen Jinzhi took the gift box and unwrapped it.

The ribbon unfurled softly and dangled in his palm.

Shen Jinzhi's eyes lit up.

He twisted out one of the cufflinks, and the matte light reflected from the metal fell on his fingertips, cutting a perfect light and shadow.

Shen Jinzhi looked up slightly: "Help me try it on?"

Cheng Mu rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly: "Uh... Actually, I haven't used this thing before."

Then, he put forward a solution quite seriously: "Otherwise, I will go back to the store to learn from it now?"

Shen Jinzhi raised the corners of his mouth helplessly, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

The smile on the corner of Cheng Mu's mouth grew stronger, dispelling the original bitterness.

The blurred vision refocused on the dark blue velvet box, Cheng Mu withdrew his hand, bowed halfway to the clerk, and ran out.

He wanted to see Shen Jinzhi.

I want to see Shen Jinzhi right away.

He wants to know everything about the past, the accident of amnesia, and the reason for their separation.

I also want to know if the person he misses has been doing well in recent years.

The moonlight eagerly spread down, and the heavy panting and footsteps intertwined, extending all the way to the fourth floor.

Cheng Mu just stood at the door, and the door just opened.

Shen Jinzhi was dressed neatly, as if he was about to go out.

The two were startled at the same time.

Cheng Mu firmly grasped the door frame, wriggling his lips with difficulty.

The living room was much brighter than the outside, and Cheng Muze's eyes had just adjusted to the light when he immediately noticed something was wrong.

Shen Jinzhi's cheeks were flushed abnormally, and his lips were as pale as paper.

He grabbed Shen Jinzhi's arm with both hands, and pressed it to his forehead without any scruples.

The scalding temperature caused Cheng Muze's warning.

No wonder he was so abnormal tonight. Shen Jinzhi didn't respond, even when the cuff buttons were taken, he took a long time to ask.

It was because of illness.

Without any explanation, he took Shen Jinzhi's hand, closed the door and dragged him downstairs.

"Let's go to the hospital."

Cheng Muze walked very fast, and he didn't realize that there might be pain on the other side until he heard Shen Jinzhi inhale carefully.

He let go of Shen Jinzhi's hand, and squatted straight in front of him, as if he was the "hotheaded" person: "I'll carry you on my back."

There was no approaching sound from behind, but Shen Jinzhi's low voice came: "A Xia, you are a little strange, where did you go just now?"

The voice was flat, but the voice trembled slightly.

A strange sense of panic surrounded Cheng Muze, he got up without hesitation, grabbed Shen Jinzhi's arm and put it on his shoulder.

Shen Jinzhi couldn't resist with extra strength, so he had to chuckle helplessly: "It's probably appendicitis, if you carry me down, I may hurt even more."

Cheng Mu let go of his hand in confusion and gave up this idea.

After some twists and turns, the two finally drove to the hospital.

Tsumatsu City at night is still full of traffic, and there is no sign of rest.

The lights quickly jumped and flashed in the car, and the car finally parked irregularly in the parking lot.

Even though he was extremely anxious, Cheng Mu could only slow down.

A busy figure appeared in front of the emergency department, as if no amount of running could offset his deep anxiety.

After a series of examinations, Shen Jinzhi was diagnosed with acute appendicitis.Due to the occurrence of suppuration, it was directly prepared for surgery.

It was obviously a minor operation with extremely low risk, but Cheng Mu seemed to be waiting for a seriously ill patient.

It was an extremely long hour.

After the operation, Cheng Mu rushed to the hospital bed like all the family members, holding tightly to the railing on the bed.

Shen Jinzhi's anesthesia hadn't passed, and he was babbling half-dream and half-awake.

He read all the way, and his deep voice brought a sense of peace of mind.

He asked the nurse Shen Jinzhi why he kept whispering. The nurse only said that it was the effect of anesthesia, which would disappear soon and had no effect on the body.

After the other medical staff had left, Cheng Mu walked up to Shen Jinzhi.

"Marginal utility refers to the utility of increasing or decreasing the income of goods and services for each additional or subtracted unit of goods and services..."

Shen Jinzhi's voice was low, even at such a close distance, Cheng Mu still couldn't hear what he said clearly.

He had to bend down and listen.

Shen Jinzhi was still muttering: "The same thing, such as candy. You eat this piece of candy and feel very happy, and the effect you get is ten, but I don't like it that much, and the effect you get may only be five. But if I keep giving If you buy sugar, then the utility you get for the second or third yuan may become eight or seven, which is diminishing marginal utility.”

Cheng Mu straightened up and was stunned for a moment.

Shen Jinzhi, are you giving a lecture?

After hearing his chatter clearly, Cheng Muze's nervousness suddenly dissipated.

He couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't know what to say to describe his dedication.

Cheng Mu leaned slightly and looked at Shen Jinzhi who was on the hospital bed: "He also said that he is not a workaholic."

"Asha.

"Can you understand me like this?"

"..."

Cheng Muze's laughter choked in his throat.

Breathing seemed unimportant at that moment, but the heart rate climbed with a sense of presence.

Countless voices of "Can you understand me like this" from memory broke through the shackles of time, and rang in Cheng Muze's ears.

That was Shen Jinzhi's usual catchphrase when he was tutoring him.

Voices of various tones overlap and reverberate, weaving the whole tutoring before the postgraduate entrance examination.

The humming of cicadas in midsummer and the rustling of sycamore leaves left behind the past, while Cheng Mu's eyes were sore, and he tried his best to hold back the teardrops.

It turned out that Shen Jinzhi was still working hard when he was unconscious.

But even if they are unconscious, they are still thinking about their past.

Cheng Mu stretched out his hand, and slowly grasped the quiet hand that was close at hand.

"I finally found you."

The author says:

The working dog has no choice but to work overtime, it will be later~ I am really sorry~ (sliding kneeling)