The first time Shen Zun met Zheng Hengzhao was at an airport not far from Shen's house.

Shen Xiyao, an aunt who married far away in the UK, took her husband and son back to China to visit relatives, and Shen Zun stood on his mother's lap, staring at the boy of the same age who followed his aunt, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

At that time, both of them were still children, and they were caught between adults who had not seen each other for a long time and were anxious to greet each other, and there was no opportunity to speak. But Zheng Hengzhao, who was wearing a small suit and shirt at that time, and had a small bow tie on his chest, still left a deep impression on Shen Zun.

Is it a real person?

He thought at the time.

It's just delicate like a doll.

However, this is only a first impression.

By the time Shen Zun really saw the essence of Zheng Hengzhao, it was already a long time later.

The Shen family has never had a child of the same age as Shen Zun. So when the aunt took her son and husband to stay in the Shen family's old house, Zheng Hengzhao, the only two children in the Shen house, was arranged in Shen Zun's room by Shen's father as a matter of course.

Shen Zun had never shared his room with others, let alone had any experience with his peers. But it is the father who speaks, and he must obey. So he could only hold his quilt and vacate more than half of the bed, and silently welcomed the boy who was always smiling into the room.

From that day on, his quiet childhood was completely shattered, and it was never to return.

Shen Zun never thought that sharing a room with another person would result in so much noise.

"Shen Zun, your bed is so hard!"

"Shen Zun, do you only wear dark clothes?"

"Shen Zun, don't ignore me, we're not friends!"

"Shen Zun Shen Zun, I'll show you something fun!"

"Shen Zun, look at me...... Hey, don't go!"

Silently holding the book and walking outside, Shen Zun sat upright in front of the desk, lowered his head and opened the book for a while, but he couldn't read a word.

His gaze unconsciously skimmed in the direction of the inner room, and he hurriedly withdrew his gaze. Shen Zun stroked the page in front of him, feeling annoyed at his own crampedness and helplessness in his heart.

No one had ever said so much to him, not even his mother. That person's problems are always fanciful, too numerous to count. He sometimes wanted to answer, but when he saw the smile on the man's face, he inexplicably dispelled this thought.

Friend...... Is that how it feels?

Staring at the page in front of him in a daze, he couldn't read it anymore.

"Shen Zun, Shen Zun, what are you running?" Zheng Hengzhao, who had never let himself be left out in the cold for too long, was left in the bedroom and quickly followed with a smile. Skillfully jumping on the table of eight immortals opposite Shen Zun, Zheng Hengzhao crossed his legs and sat on the felt that Shen Zun used to practice calligraphy on weekdays. Taking down a brush from the pen stand next to him and holding it in front of him, Zheng Hengzhao, a returnee who had received Western-style education since he was a child, opened his eyes wide with curiosity, "Shen Zun, what is this? How can you have such an old man's thing!"

was so noisy that he couldn't read the book anymore, Shen Zun simply closed the book and walked back to the bedroom. At that time, he only thought that if this was the feeling of a friend, then a friend would be too noisy. He has been quiet since he was a child, and he grew up in the Shen house with a strict family education. If his friends are like Zheng Hengzhao, then he may not be suitable for making friends......

At that time, he was just thinking about it, but he didn't really take it to heart. It wasn't until that incident happened that he completely changed his opinion-

"Smack-"

The crisp crushing sound exploded in his ears, and the porcelain pieces depicted with blue and white shattered to the ground, and the wood-colored floor took advantage of the white porcelain slag, almost stabbing Shen Zun's eyes.

His father's favorite blue and white porcelain vase, just like that, he turned around and took him to the ground and fell to pieces.

Clenched his fingers in confusion, and Shen Zun froze in place. He tried to crouch down to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain, but his instep was painful and he couldn't move. He had seen with his own eyes how much his father valued the vase. Every morning, when he carried a bamboo sword on his back and practiced kendo with his teacher in the courtyard, his father would sit here and wipe it himself. Because he loved it too much, his father even deliberately placed this celadon vase at the entrance of the courtyard gate. But today, just because he forgot to take the sword off his back in time when he entered the door, climbed to the entrance, and turned around with the bamboo sword on his back, the long sword tail brought down the porcelain vase. For a moment, the huge blue and white porcelain vase shattered in an instant and smashed solidly on his feet. Shocked by the scene in front of him, he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and Shen Zun stood in place in a daze. The wet touch on the instep of his foot and the sharp pain awakened his senses, and he looked at his bloody right foot in a daze, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Shen Zun, you came back too late today...... Shen Zun: What's going on?"

Seeing Zheng Hengzhao from a distance, who came out to look for him for breakfast as usual, Shen Zun still didn't move. Seeing the man rushing over and watching him inhale in the instep of his foot, he still couldn't say a word.

"Yes, don't move, don't move! Be careful when you step on the porcelain!" As if to interpret his stiffness as a wise move, Zheng Hengzhao carefully bypassed the porcelain tiles on the ground and walked over, squatted down and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, looking at his bloody instep worriedly, "What can I do about this......?" No, you wait, I'll call my uncle over ......"

"Don't go! You are not allowed to go!" was shocked by Zheng Hengzhao's words, and didn't care about the broken porcelain pieces around him, Shen Zun hurriedly pulled Zheng Hengzhao's arm, "You can't ......"

"Can't what?"

A low and cold voice came from behind them, Shen Zun's eyes suddenly widened, and his lips suddenly trembled uncontrollably. Feeling the familiar aura of the man behind him, the white broken porcelain around him almost hurt his eyes. Silently clenching his fists, Shen Zun closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Just as he was about to clench his fists and turn around, he was grabbed by the person squatting under him.

"Uncle," he saw Zheng Hengzhao in front of him standing up, and hung his head to his father with a guilty face, "I'm sorry, it's me who is not good." I ran so fast that I knocked over the vase and almost smashed my hand. If Shen Zun hadn't been there to help me block it, I would be the one who bleeds now. ”

Suddenly his eyes widened, and Shen Zun looked at Zheng Hengzhao in front of him in dismay. Clenching his fists hard, he wanted to turn around and defend himself. In the next second, the hem of the clothes was pulled by the man without a trace, Shen Zun was stunned, and looked at the man who quickly handed over a look, but he couldn't move half a minute after all.

"Heng Zhao, let me ask you. ”

The father behind him suddenly spoke in a deep voice, and Shen Zun's heart tightened when he heard it, and he couldn't help but clench the corners of his clothes, and peeked at Zheng Hengzhao with bated breath. Who knew that standing in front of his father, the man was natural. Except for the residual guilt in his expression, he didn't blush and be nervous.

"You said you hit the vase, and Shen Zun helped you block it. Now Shen Zun has injured his foot, which is reasonable. But what about you? Where are you hurt?"

"If it's true as you say, you knocked down the vase first. Shen Zun, who helped you block, was injured like this, you tell me, how did you manage to be unharmed?"

As soon as Shen Xiwen's words came out, there was a silence in the hallway. Shen Zun's heart sank, and he immediately wanted to turn around and block in front of that person, and confess everything. However, before he could straighten up, in the next second, Zheng Hengzhao in front of him suddenly flattened his mouth, containing two bubbles of tears.

Ever since Shen Zun met Zheng Hengzhao, he had never seen him smiling. Shen Zun, who gets along with him every day, is still like this, not to mention Shen Xiwen, who has never seen Zheng Hengzhao a few times. It was Zheng Hengzhao's eyes that turned red at this time, and the lethality could be described as huge. Not to mention that Shen Zun immediately followed inexplicably with red eyes, even Shen Xiwen, who has always been cold, couldn't help but secretly reflect on himself, isn't it too much to speculate on a child like this.

"Uncle, you, you are unreasonable," looking up at Shen Xiwen with red eyes, Zheng Hengzhao stretched out his left hand to Shen Xiwen with a look of grievance, "When the vase fell down, it almost smashed my hand." It was Shen Zun who pushed me away and helped me block it, so I was only scratched like this. If my uncle doesn't believe me, I can show you again. But Shen Zun's feet are still bleeding, and if he doesn't find a doctor to help, I'm afraid he will run out of blood......"

Until many years later, Shen Zun still remembered that when Zheng Hengzhao exposed the wound in his palm that year, his father's face flashed with guilt.

What he remembered even more was that when the two of them who had been bandaged were sent back to the room by the doctor, he asked about the wound on Zheng Hengzhao's hand with mixed feelings, the man's ink eyes were almost bent into crescents, and the answer made him almost vomit blood.

"You're stupid! Of course you lied to him! I happened to have a piece of broken porcelain in my hand, and when he asked me, I cut my palm by the way. Tears are squeezed out when paddling, how can I really cry for this kind of thing? Like your father, if he is not wronged, he will not believe it at all......

On that day, Shen Zun, who was still immature, looked at the young Hengzhao with a smug face in front of him, and was speechless for a while.

That year, Shen Zun didn't know what kind of words to use to describe that person's characteristics.

It wasn't until many years later that he saw the word "belly black" in Yin Ze's script. Almost in an instant, Zheng Hengzhao's smiling face jumped on the paper, vividly like his sly smiling eyes that year.

What happened later, he instinctively blurred his memory.

I only remember that my aunt's family had returned to England with Hengzhao after that stay. But a year later, with the doctor invited for him, he returned to the Shen Mansion again.

Later, the doctor came to a conclusion and prescribed him a lot of medicines. Shen Jue bought a plane ticket and flew to the UK with Heng Zhao.

On the day Zheng Hengzhao left with Shen Jue, Shen Zun sat in his quiet room, silently remembering the shallow scar on the palm of that person's palm.

After a dozen hours on a plane, with a doctor, I rushed back here from England, thousands of miles away. For seven days, he stood outside his window with the brown-red violin, and played a tranquilizer for him for seven days.

That day he opened a slit in the curtain and looked through the bright window to the melody. The reddish-brown bow glowed golden in the sun, Zheng Hengzhao stood outside his window, his fingertips were white and slender, and where the palm was leaning down, a pale white shallow scar was faintly visible.

Then he closed the curtains, closed his eyes for the first time, and urged himself to sleep peacefully in the peaceful melody.

Many years later, at the wedding of Heng Zhao and Sheng Ge, Shen Zun took Yin Ze's hand and sat in the audience, watching the person hold the piano with a gentle expression, staring at his lover on one knee, and playing the dream of love with a smile. He suddenly remembered that year, the first ray of light he saw after he opened the curtain after being overwhelmed by darkness was also a warm and warm golden halo jumping on this person's fingertips.

A faint smile appeared in his eyes, and he raised the corners of his mouth in the warm melody. The lover next to him seemed to notice his expression, and poked his head out with wide eyes.

"Shen Zun, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing," he replied, a soft hue in the corners of his eyes, and he reached out and clasped his fingers at the people around him. "I'm just thinking ......"

Smiling and looking at the people on the stage, the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

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