Mulberry elm twilight

Sang Jingyu was not woken up by himself, but woke up by himself. He even felt that he had slept for a long time, extremely heavy, and especially peaceful.It's been too long since I've slept like this.

"Wake up." When Sang Jingyu opened his eyes, Shen Mu's voice came from his ear.

"Already here?" Sang Jingyu asked, feeling that the car was parked and in the underground parking garage.

"It's here, but..." Shen Mu paused, then smiled and said, "It's already night, we should go back."

Sang Jingyu straightened up in a daze, and when he saw the time displayed on the car, he held his forehead in frustration and said, "I actually slept for so long, why didn't you wake me up, and you missed the time."

"You slept so soundly, I can't bear to wake you up." Shen Mu said as she turned the car key, started the car and said, "Don't worry, I have made another appointment with the doctor, you must be hungry, let's go home for dinner."

"Ah...well..." Sang Jingyu was a little confused seeing Shen Mu's completely indifferent look.Although it is true that Shen Mu didn't wake him up, since he got off the plane, Shen Mu's attitude towards him has always been different. It doesn't mean that Shen Mu was not like this before. In fact, Shen Mu has always been considerate and considerate to others. With absolute respect, but now he seems to be more intimate and gentle than he has been in two years.Is it his illusion?

Sang Jingyu was stunned and did not speak. The car was already on the road and sped towards home.

Home... the word moved Sang Jingyu for a moment.Shen Mu said this, which meant that he didn't need to stay in a hotel, although he had already booked a room when he came, but now it seems that it is very different from what he expected.He originally wanted to let Shen Mu accept him again through his own actions, but this step suddenly disappeared. Just like what he felt before, Shen Mu completely ignored his parting phone call, which was natural. It's a good thing that can't be better, but Sang Jingyu felt a little uneasy about it, as if he felt that things couldn't go so smoothly, and felt that all this happened faster than he thought, which made him feel like dreaming.

"You go and pack your luggage, I'll make dinner." Shen Mu opened the door and said to Sang Jingyu.

"I'll come." Sang Jingyu said quickly.

Shen Mu shook her head and refused: "I prepared the ingredients before going out, and the meal can be ready in half an hour."

Hearing what he said, Sang Jingyu had no choice but to give up.He dragged his luggage into the house and found that nothing in the bedroom had changed, the pillow he slept on was still close to the sinking one, his clothes in the cupboard and the space he left when he left were all intact.Sang Jingyu felt an indescribable touch in his heart, and it seemed to be a feeling of regaining what was lost.

He opened the suitcase and arranged the few items one by one. The other half of the suitcase was the books and magazines he brought to Shen Mu, so he took it back to the living room, took it out and put it on the coffee table.

"Would you like some wine?" Shen Mu asked Sang Jingyu when she came out with the fried dishes.

"Okay." Sang Jingyu said as he got up and went to the wine cabinet to get red wine and wine glasses, then Shen Mu said again: "It's time for dinner."

"Well, good." Sang Jingyu went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and helped Shen Mu serve the meal. Shen Mu served the last dish, turned off the fire, and the two left the kitchen one after another.

"Come on, let's have a toast, I'm glad you're back." Shen Mu raised his glass with a smile and said.

Sang Jingyu also raised his glass to touch him lightly, and said, "Thank you for waiting for me to come back."

"What are you talking about." Shen Mu took a sip of wine and said, "Let's eat."

Shen Mu's cooking skills have always been good. When he was sick, Sang Jingyu never let him cook. In fact, he missed Shen Mu's cooking, but the chances of eating it were slim. The only time he was an actor was because of too much After being tired and sick, Shen Mu showed up in time. He didn't understand it before, but now he knows that this is the taste of home. He put the food in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and couldn't help taking another big mouthful of rice. Seeing this, Shen Mu He smiled and said, "Are you hungry?"

Sang Jingyu nodded, without mentioning the reason, just gorging on the vegetables to accompany the rice, and even the wine was the last to drink.After the meal, Sang Jingyu refused to let Shen Mu clean up, so Shen Mu followed him, sitting on the sofa and reading the books and magazines that Sang Jingyu had brought for him.

Not long after, Sang Jingyu packed up and came out, Shen Mu put down the magazine and got up and said, "I'm going to the studio, if you're tired, you can rest first."

"Okay." Sang Jingyu replied, but he just fell asleep and couldn't fall asleep for a while. It's still early for bedtime. After thinking about it, he made two cups of black tea and knocked on the door of Shen Mu's studio to ask. :"Will it bother you?"

"No." Shen Mu sat on the chair without moving, and Sang Jingyu put the tea tray on the coffee table beside him, and did not sit down for a moment, but admired Shen Mu's new sculptures in the past six months.

Shen Mu finished the sketch in his hand, then turned to Sang Jingyu and asked, "How is it?"

Knowing that he was referring to these new statues, Sang Jingyu nodded and said, "Your style is becoming more and more mature and prominent, and I didn't expect there to be so many pieces."

"I have nothing to do by myself, and I spend most of my time here." Shen Mu said, looked at Sang Jingyu and said, "It's you, really don't do design anymore?"

In order to find him, to accompany and take care of him, Sang Jingyu not only sold the house and closed the company, but never mentioned the writing again. Shen Mu would not take all these things on her and feel that they were all her own responsibilities. It was Sang Jingyu's own decision, even if it had something to do with him, he didn't need to comment, but now that everything is stable, he has long wanted to talk to Sang Jingyu about it.

"No, I'm not interested anymore. I've thought about it for a while. If you have no objections, I'll help you take care of the studio, okay?" Sang Jingyu asked Shen Mu.

Shen Mu was taken aback and asked, "Then what about your own career?"

Sang Jingyu smiled and said: "Where did I get my career? It's not the first day you know me. I'm used to doing whatever I want, and I don't want to get it back if I lose interest. On the contrary, I'm quite interested in getting involved, but it's still up to you."

"I don't have any opinion, just do it if you're interested, let go when you're not interested." Shen Mu maintains the attitude of letting Sang Jingyu come and go freely, he never likes to tie Sang Jingyu with anything, including feelings.

"Then it's settled." Sang Jingyu smiled and said, "It's time to build a decent display website."

Shen Mu was worried that Sang Jingyu would ruin his career. After all, everyone is still young. Since he is interested in the studio, it would be best.In fact, he knows best what Sang Jingyu looks like when he becomes interested in things. Although the direction of the studio has never been to make a lot of money, because this is not a matter of mass production, but in Sang Jingyu, playing tickets can also be very exciting.At the beginning of the establishment of the studio, they have discussed this issue in many ways, so handing it over to Sang Jingyu is actually tantamount to handing it over to another self, and he just completely let go of trivial matters and concentrate on future creation.