reverse trapping

Cheng Mu had a dream. In the dream, he returned to his five or six-year-old appearance, happily holding hands with other children for a spring outing.

They played and played, and no one was left out.

The bright sunshine fell on Cheng Muze's eyelids, waking him up from his dream.

He opened his eyes and held out his hand.

The light passed through his fingertips, and the scene of yesterday's interlocking fingers between him and Shen Jinzhi automatically played in his mind.

A smile crept up the corner of his lips unconsciously, and he couldn't suppress it no matter what.

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door.

Cheng Mu put away his hands and stood up from the bed.

"Who?"

He asked while arranging his clothes, but there was no answer at the door.

When passing by the living room, Cheng Mu glanced at the master bedroom, Shen Jinzhi was not at home.

But it's only eight o'clock now, and I don't know who will come so early.

Cheng Mu approached the cat's eye and looked out.

Judging by his clothes, he is a maintenance worker.

He opened the door and asked the other party, "Are you..."

The other party picked up the phone, checked the information on the phone, and said, "Is this Mr. Shen Jinzhi? The circuit maintenance service you booked a few days ago is due today."

Cheng Muze's memory flashed back to when his alarm clock rang this morning.

He vaguely remembered that there was a knock on the door between the ringing.Shen Jinzhi seemed to have said a few words to him, but he was too sleepy to hear clearly.

Is this what you're talking about?

Seeing the watermarked certificate on the worker's chest, Cheng Mu opened the door and invited the maintenance worker to enter the room.

Without saying a word, the worker opened the toolbox he carried with him and prepared to work.

To be cautious, Cheng Mu still made a phone call to confirm with Shen Jinzhi.

But the call didn't go through.

A few seconds later, a message from Shen Jinzhi came through WeChat: "We're in a meeting, what's the matter?"

Cheng Mu immediately took the time to confirm: "I just want to ask, before you left, did you tell me that someone at home will come to check the circuit today?"

Shen Jinzhi replied with a short "um".

Cheng Mu was relieved: "Oh, I just want to make sure, I'm home."

"So early? My appointment time is obviously 09:30."

"It's okay. It's better to be earlier than later. It just so happens that I haven't left the house yet, so you don't have to worry about it. I can wait for him to finish the inspection before going to the studio."

After he sent it, there was no response there.

Presumably it was inconvenient to keep replying to him during the meeting.

Cheng Mu put down his phone and asked the worker, "Is there a problem with the circuit?"

The master put down the tools in his hand and turned around: "The main places I checked are all right. You bought this house not long ago, right?"

Cheng Mu said with a wry smile, "I'm not sure."

"You are not Mr. Shen."

The master worker pulled the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes: "That's right, Mr. Shen has made an appointment for maintenance and replacement services, but I see that the wiring in the house is quite new. Are you sure you want to replace it?"

"Is it very new..."

Shen Jinzhi must be aware of the condition of his house, since he made an appointment to replace it, there must be his reason.

Cheng Mu replied to the other party: "Just follow the schedule."

"Okay, it's better to change it frequently than not to change it all the time. I'll work now."

Looking at the busy back of the worker, Cheng Mu fell into deep thought.

Speaking of which, why did Shen Jinzhi suddenly think of repairing the circuit?

There haven't been any electrical accidents at home recently.

Suddenly, Cheng Mu remembered the last time when the street lights happened to short-circuit when they went out to a party, and there were sparks in front of them.

Is it because of that?

Just as he was staring blankly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the open door.

Cheng Mu felt familiar, and looked down towards the door, and actually saw Shen Jinzhi's figure.

The figure got closer and closer, and stopped opposite Cheng Muze.

"Have you started repairing it?"

Cheng Mu nodded in a daze, turned around and said, "It's just started."

Shen Jinzhi broke Cheng Mu Ze's head, forcing him to look away from the direction of circuit repair.

"Okay, I'll watch over here, you go to the studio first."

Cheng Mu blinked, and thought of a question with a very long reflex arc: "Aren't you in a meeting?"

Shen Jinzhi stabilized his glasses, and said in a vague voice, "It's over."

Intuition told Cheng Muze that Shen Jinzhi ran out halfway.

And it's for him.

Cheng Mu was still tangled in confusion, and the phone vibrated in his palm.

He picked it up.

Qin Yi's voice came from the receiver: "Did you go abroad?"

It's a long story, Qin Yi's knowledge of his whereabouts is still at the time when he went abroad last time.

He couldn't explain clearly for a while, so he could only vaguely say: "It's out, and it's back."

"Ah?" Qin Yi was puzzled by his wording, and responded indiscriminately, "What's the mess, you didn't come to play with me when you came back? Tell me yourself, how long have you not contacted me? What are you busy with?" ?”

Cheng Mu glanced at Shen Jinzhi who was opposite, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, and finally he couldn't help but tell the truth: "Does falling in love count?"

"?" Qin Yi laughed, he mocked and said, "Are you okay? How can you still dream in broad daylight?"

Hearing this reaction, Cheng Mu took a deep breath: "I didn't lie to you."

"Oh~" Qin Yi pretended to agree, "With whom, it can't be Mr. Shen, right?"

"En." Cheng Mu responded lightly.

"Hahaha, I knew it." Qin Yi laughed halfway, and his voice suddenly froze, "He, who?"

Cheng Mu didn't repeat the answer, but Qin Yi responded first.

"Goodbye brother! Let's get in touch with the drift bottle in the future!"

Not surprisingly, the call ended.

Cheng Mu turned off the phone screen, and could even imagine Qin Yi's dumbfounded expression at the moment.

After an episode, the topic returned to just now.

After repeated persuasion, Cheng Mu went back to the studio first.

But until he left, he didn't understand why Shen Jinzhi wanted him to go to work first.

Cheng Mu got home a little late because he stumbled over a picture.

He called twice but did not respond, only to find that Shen Jinzhi was sitting in front of the computer in the study.

Looking at the photos I took in the crack of the study door, a burst of sadness welled up in my heart.

In fact, he really wanted to get to know Shen Jinzhi, but he didn't know whether Shen Jinzhi's re-acceptance of this relationship was also related to his amnesia.

If Shen Jinzhi knew that he remembered a lot of the past, would he not be willing to forgive him?

Worrying is useless after all.

Cheng Mu thought about it all day, and felt that it would be better to ask around first.

If it can make people happy, it is not impossible to ask some key answers.

Cheng Mu changed his clothes, picked up Shen Jinzhi's pen, and knocked softly on the study door.

Shen Jinzhi didn't answer.

Cheng Mu walked into the study with a plate of cut fruits.

"Senior." He held up the fruit plate in his hand, "Do you eat fruit?"

Shen Jinzhi turned his head: "A Xia, wait—"

Before that sentence was finished, a sweet fruit slipped into Shen Jinzhi's mouth.

The sweetness seemed to be an attack with neurotoxin, which instantly paralyzed half of his tongue.

"Sweet?"

Shen Jinzhi nodded helplessly.

"Then eat another one."

Shen Jinzhi tried to speak again: "A Xia—"

Caught off guard, a kiss fell.

Soft and soft, with a scent sweeter than fruit.The taste came from between the lips, defeating Shen Jinzhi's perception.

Seeing that Shen Jinzhi was so dull that he could not speak, Cheng Mu felt that he had already succeeded.

He leaned forward and asked the question he had prepared for a long time: "Senior, how much do you like me?"

Shen Jinzhi lowered his eyes and smiled helplessly.

His face was melancholy and sweet at the same time, and it was impossible to see which emotion prevailed.

Cheng Mu was dumbfounded.

He couldn't figure out Shen Jinzhi's reaction, and for a while wondered if he had revealed his secrets earlier in the morning, and instead made it self-defeating.

Cheng Mu held his breath.

Shen Jinzhi took off the Bluetooth headset on one side and motioned him to look at the screen.

So, he saw it.

In the reduced video frame in the corner of the screen, it seemed that a multi-person online video conference was going on.

At this moment, everyone stared at the camera dumbfounded and stopped speaking.

Cheng Mu straightened up, abruptly moving away from the camera.

He shyly dropped the pen and rushed out the door.

The toothpick inserted in the fruit fell to the ground in embarrassment, and hid awkwardly in the gap between the table and the floor.

The author says:

Orange: Will they believe me when I say I came to return the pen?