Only Junshu

What can you do in eleven days?

You can send 99 roses, you can have dinner together eleven times, you can watch two movies on weekends, and you can gossip a lot on the street.

In eleven days, Shen Zhongshu filled in all the gaps in Junzi's cognition.

On the eleventh day, Junzi was very satisfied to know the habits and preferences of this person that he didn't know before.

If you have a sincere heart and keep an extra heart, you only need a few words to understand a person.

What's more, they all exposed their habits so deliberately.

No. On the evening of the 11th, Shen Zhongshu sat in the flower shop and waited, waiting for Junzi to send the last customer away.

After sending the little girl out of the shop, Jun Zi went back to tidy up, while Shen Zhongshu went to the door and lowered the rolling door.

Jun Zi raised his head when he heard the voice, "What are you doing?"

Shen Zhongshu walked back, "Today is No. 11 days. Although I know the answer, I still want to hear it from you. How about it, have you thought it through?"

Junzi put down the things in her hand, and glanced at the dozen or so red roses that were still in the vase.

Eleven days, 99 flowers, most of them have withered up to now, but the remaining ones are still so delicate and beautiful.

Ninety-nine, stay together forever.

Junxi took out a rose, "You gave me eleven days, is it for the flower language of these 99 roses?"

"That's sort of it." Shen Zhongshu smiled inexplicably, "Are you moved?"

What does it mean?Jun Zi looked at him with some doubts, but she was really moved in her heart.

What is he capable of, to make such a good person like him, and to take such care for him.

After a long time, Jun Zi remembered that he should give him an answer.He cleared his throat and said, "Well, I've figured it out, as long as you still want me, I won't leave."

Shen Zhongshu felt a little distressed when he heard this, but he still replied calmly: "Then you don't even think about leaving in this life."

He doesn't want to think about what Junzi has encountered since he was a child. Every time he thinks of those experiences, he will feel distressed, even if all the pictures are imagination.

He really wanted this person to be good to him, and if others couldn't give it to him, then he would give it to him himself.

Junzi was still secretly happy there.He didn't want to think about the weight of Shen Zhongshu's words, he only knew that, at least for now, this person was his.

In the future, I didn't think about it, but came out step by step.He wants to have a future with this person, no matter how long the future is.

Even if all the good things become memories in the end, he is willing to go through fire and water to get this memory.

Shen Zhongshu took the rose in his hand, and knelt down on one knee under the warm yellow light, "This is not No.90, this is the one hundred and eighth."

Yes, it is indeed one hundred and eight flowers.

One hundred and eight red roses.mean……

Proposal.

Junzi looked down at this person, and felt a wave of heat rushing up, making him unable to hold back his tears.

God knows how many times he has had such fantasies, fantasies without any hope, fantasies that can't be stopped while laughing at himself.

He thought it was all delusional.

Who knows, it turns out that miracles really exist in this world.

His miracle.

But, will all this happen too quickly?The speed is a little unreal, like a hallucination.

An irresponsible but irresistible illusion.

But what about illusions?This love is so real, even if it is an illusion, it is impossible not to believe it, and it is impossible to force yourself to wake up.

If this is really an illusion, then he is willing to sink.

Junzi knelt down facing Shen Zhongshu, put her arms around his neck, and rested her chin on his shoulder.

This hug probably took all his strength.

Shen Zhongshu put the rose on the ground and patted his back lightly but firmly.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"is this real?"

"It's true, I like you."

"Me too."

Shen Zhongshu tilted his head slightly, and pressed his lips against Junzi's profile.Junzi tilted her head, but the lips took the opportunity to stick to her own.

The brain froze at that moment, and everything became blank.

This is the first time someone has treated him like this since he was a child.

This kiss continued to deepen, from the initial temptation to the later madness.

The endless entanglement of lips and teeth made the red thread of fate intertwined more disorderly, forming an inextricable knot.

When their lips parted, both of them breathed irregularly, so heavy that the surrounding atmosphere became extremely ambiguous.

"It's a bit too much..." Shen Zhongshu's voice was a little hoarse, which added a touch of sexiness.

Junzi felt the man's breath sprayed on her neck, and the hot feeling came from bottom to top, almost igniting him.

Shen Zhongshu resisted the desire and pulled him to stand up, pushed him towards the wooden table, "Clean up, I'll take you back."

Junzi looked at him, "That's it?"

"..." Shen Zhongshu couldn't hold it any longer, and raised his hand to cover his mouth, "Ancestor, pack up quickly, I'm afraid I can't help but hurt you."

Junzi also felt a little uncomfortable, and now her mind is not clear at all, and she said a little fearlessly: "If you can't bear it, don't bear it."

"boom!"

Being pushed down on the table violently, Junzi was a little dazed by the bump, and before he had time to think about how much trouble he had caused, his mouth was gagged again.

……

Due to the lack of complete equipment, the two did not make it to the end.

Shen Zhongshu threw the ball of paper towels into the trash can, and helped Junzi tidy up his clothes, "Go home."

Jun Zi buried his head a little low, and after humming, he took his hat from the side and put it on.

Shen Zhongshu reached out and touched his burned half of the face, and said softly: "I promise I will never dislike you for the rest of my life."

Junzi raised her face, smiled a little embarrassedly, quickly turned around and packed her things, walked quickly to the shutter door and lifted the door a little, "Let's go, let's go."

Neither of them mentioned the one hundred and eight roses.Marriage proposal is more of a wish than something that is actually about to be done.They all know that this matter, at least for now, is not very realistic.However, wouldn't it be good if the heart is conveyed?As for the proof and status, Junzi didn't expect extravagantly, he just knew that Shen Zhongshu had conveyed his heart without reservation, this was a love affair with the purpose of marriage.

Shen Zhongshu sent Junzi downstairs before turning around and leaving, he was afraid that if he looked at this person one more time, he would do something inappropriate.

Jun Zi also ran up the stairs and returned home as if she was avoiding something, and rushed to the bathroom after closing the door.

Don't think about what happened just now!

Junzi took a cold shower, and it took a while to suppress the hotness.

Somewhat exhausted, she fell on the bed, and Junzi didn't even have the strength to drag the quilt over to cover her, so she fell asleep in a daze.

It's a little strange to be sleepy.

In the dream, Junzi found himself standing in a vast space, surrounded by white, so white that he deeply felt his own insignificance.

He tried to walk forward for a while, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the space.

A figure appeared from behind.

Junzi stepped up and walked up, the man heard the footsteps and turned around, with a face that Junzi had never seen before.

This person was wearing a somewhat unreal white robe, and there were some silver lines on the robe. These lines were entangled together, as if forming a word "Xi".

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Jun asked.

The man asked back, "Who are you and why are you here?"

Just as Jun Zi was about to answer, the man said again: "You shouldn't be here. Go back quickly."

go back quickly.

go back quickly.

These three words echoed throughout the space, and they overlapped higher or lower, causing Junzi a bit of a headache.

go back?where to go back

When she woke up in the morning, Jun Zi only felt a headache, which was so painful, as if it was about to explode.

This pain lasted for 10 minutes, Junzi finished washing in a daze, got dressed and went out.

There was no sign of Shen Zhongshu outside the community, Junzi was a little panicked, and then contacted the headache just now, wondering if what happened before was just a dream, right?

That's... too hurtful.

When Junzi walked out of the community, he felt a little uncomfortable.Before taking two steps, he saw a familiar figure trotting over from the other side, "Sorry! I got up late today."

Junzi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at him, "It's okay." In fact, he wanted to say that it's okay even if he doesn't come to pick him up. After all, it's only two streets away from the flower shop, and it takes 10 minutes. go to.

But he was reluctant to say that, what if this person really doesn't come in the future?Even if it's only 10 minutes, he doesn't want to lose it like this.Besides, if he didn't see this person the first time he went out, he would unconsciously start worrying that all this was an illusion.

A little selfish.

That night, Junzi dreamed that he had entered a white space again. This time, what he found in the space was no longer the person from yesterday.What he found was another man, translucent and ghostly.

The man just stood there quietly, with a kind face, didn't say a word, and didn't even give Junzi any reaction, just like a statue.

No, it's a wax figure.

When she woke up, Jun Zi didn't feel a headache, but it was very strange, everywhere.

And then the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day...

This weird dream lasted for about a month. During this period, everyone he saw was different, there were men and women, but except for the first time, no one else spoke. They were all like wax figures. of.

And what made Junzi even more concerned was that during this month, Shen Zhongshu's mental state was not very good, as if he didn't wake up every day, and he was always late in the morning.

Is there any connection between the two?

Junzi decided to find an opportunity to talk to Shen Zhongshu about it.In fact, he wanted to talk about it as early as the fifth day when he had that dream, but he was afraid that Shen Zhongshu would worry about it, so he kept holding back.

Shen Zhongshu has been hiding from himself about his recent poor condition, is it also because he is afraid that he will be worried?

Jun Zi shook his head.

No, you can't feel too good about yourself.

That night, Shen Zhongshu bought vegetables and went to Junzi's house to cook for himself, and made a lot of Junzi's favorite dishes.

Junzi sat at the table and looked at the dish in front of him, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Eat, stop talking nonsense." Shen Zhongshu put the chopsticks and bowl in front of him, and sat down opposite Junzi.

Jun Zi took a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. The taste was neither salty nor bland, just to his liking level.

"Is it delicious?" Shen Zhongshu asked.

Junzi nodded, "Yeah! It's better than what I made myself."

Shen Zhongshu smiled, "What kind of evaluation is this?"

Junzi said seriously: "I cook delicious food, so I will come next time."

"it is good."

After eating, the two washed the dishes together, cleaned up the kitchen, and then both sat on the sofa, watching the news broadcast for a while in silence.

Junzi felt that Shen Zhongshu had something to say when he came to his house today, and this matter was probably what he wanted to know, so he didn't speak all the time, just waiting for this person to start the conversation first.

In the middle of the broadcast of the News Union, Shen Zhongshu really spoke first: "Hey, I encountered a strange thing recently."

"What's the matter?" Jun asked.

Shen Zhongshu frowned and said, "It's been more than half a month, I keep dreaming about some strange people, everyone is calling me to go back..."

"You are not in good spirits these days, is it because of this?" Jun Zi also frowned, thinking that this problem is very big.

"You still noticed it..." Shen Zhongshu nodded helplessly, "I wake up every morning with a headache. I went to the hospital a few days ago, and the doctor said I'm fine..."

Jun Qi asked: "Are you sure those people talk to you every day? They are the people in your dreams."

Shen Zhongshu nodded, "Well, I've said it all."

Junxi rubbed her chin, "Why is the only one who said mine on the first day..."

"Huh?" Shen Zhongshu looked at him, "You...dream too?"

"Well, I dreamed about it. It was a different person every time, but except for the first day, no one else talked to me, and I didn't have a headache when I woke up in the morning..." Junzi said, feeling very uneasy.

If one person dreamed it might be a coincidence or a mental problem, but the problem now is that both of them had that dream, and the words they heard were "go back".

Go back, where to go?

"There is a problem with this matter." Shen Zhongshu said with certainty: "There must be something wrong... Do you remember what those people in your dream looked like?"

Junzi shook her head, "It's a bit blurry when I wake up, but I remember the person I saw for the first time was wearing a white robe with something written in silver thread on it."

The first impression is probably the deepest.Shen Zhongshu asked, "Is it the word Xi?"

Junzi nodded, "Yes! It's Xi! Yours too?!"

"Hmm." Shen Zhongshu felt that this matter was beyond the scope of his comprehension, so he took a sip of tea, not knowing what to say.

Junzi also knew that this matter was weird, and couldn't find a way to deal with it for a while, so she could only say: "Why don't you stay tonight and see what you will dream about tonight."

Shen Zhongshu nodded, "Okay. But I remember that there is only one bedroom in your house..."

Junzi gave him a faint smile, "Yes, do you need me to sleep on the sofa?"

"No need." Shen Zhongshu replied simply, "And we can do something to help sleep now."

It helps sleep.

Junzi lowered his head slowly, and moved a little to the side thinking it was insignificant.

Shen Zhongshu directly threw the person down on the sofa and leaned over.

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