Oral period

Contradictions lie ahead, but he still has to attend the opening ceremony in the afternoon——for Xia Jingzhe, such speeches one after another are meaningless, and the reason to sit for two hours is just because there is a roll call, and those who are absent will be notified and criticized .

Notorious enough already, let's keep his name out of people's ears, especially in this way... If it wasn't for the seat that happened to be next to someone, he wouldn't be so repulsed by these events.

The opening ceremony is held in the auditorium.It is said to be an auditorium, but it is actually just a classroom spacious enough to accommodate the entire school. The seats are closely arranged, and the tables are also connected in a row. The space is maximized, and the space left for everyone is a bit narrow.

The person whom he grabbed and threatened by his hair not long ago was sitting on his left, and to the left was the wall.

Zhen Xiao leaned against the wall, lowered her head and didn't look at him, as if she was trying her best to avoid any abstract or concrete contact with him, but it didn't help the overly tight seat, the distance between the two of them was still beyond what an enemy should have. Even if he doesn't pay attention deliberately, he can still feel the cold disgust emanating from the other party. It has nothing to do with fear, but just seeing him as annoyed.

all the same.

Xia Jingzhe frowned, suppressed the growing anger in his heart, and decided to ignore this trouble for the time being - anyway, the classmate on his right side also avoided him, and he was used to it - took out his phone and searched the online version of the previous comic , click on a chapter and continue reading.

There are still two pieces of chocolate in the pocket. I don't know when they put them in, but they have already melted.A few minutes later he took out another piece, tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth.

The speech is long and boring, and most people are not willing to spend two hours on it, especially the third-year students.

There was also an exercise book in front of Zhenxiao, but he didn't pay all his attention to the topics in it, but leaned against the wall in a lazy posture, staring at the paper with a blank face, occasionally Pick up a pen and fill in a number, then go back to standing still.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Xia Jingzhe always felt that this person seemed to be deaf to what was going on outside the window, but he would quietly and secretly look at him every few minutes.

baffling……

I don't know how long it took, but the third time Xia Jingzhe noticed the peeping eyes of the other party, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, put down his phone, and turned to look at him with a bad expression: "What's the matter?"

He didn't deliberately lower the volume. Fortunately, the impassioned speech of the teacher on the stage surrounded the entire auditorium through the speakers, just covering his voice.

Zhen Xiao raised his eyes and slowly met his gaze, still with an indifferent expression on his face, stared at him for a few seconds, then lowered his eyelashes - he hadn't figured out how to achieve his goal without embarrassment and reasonableness, It was smashed.

The pupils as clear as glass beads are concealed by the eyelashes, making people think of the lake surface covered by thick fog and forest for no reason.

Xia Jingzhe:?

"To sum up, I hope that in the new school year, the students will focus on nothing else, cheer up, and create a brilliant future together—" the principal's speech came to an end, followed by applause as scheduled.

In the chaos of inorganic matter, the young man keenly caught a certain sound—a short but unignorable "grunt" sound coming from his left side.

"Are you... hungry?" Xia Jingzhe asked hesitantly.

"No."

Zhen Xiao lowered his head, subconsciously picked up the zipper of his jacket, and bit the small piece of metal shaking slightly——his school uniform zipper was pulled to the highest point, and the raised neckline covered his chin and the corners of his mouth with this movement Emotions that may be revealed.

If it wasn't for the fact that he hasn't eaten any grains of rice since morning, he wouldn't be attracted to chocolate, which he didn't eat at the age of eight.

The dead duck has a hard mouth.Xia Jingzhe was speechless for a while, and after a moment of silence, he took out another piece of chocolate from his coat pocket, and stretched it out in front of him as if feeding a cat, with a rare awkward tone: "You deserve it...the last piece, Want it?"

If he had looked up at the other party at that time, he would have found that Zhenxiao's eyes had shaken a little the moment he saw the piece of chocolate. Soft ripples.

"Hello, my name is Xia Jingzhe."

"Hello... Mom won't let me tell strangers my name, I'm sorry."

The little boy in the orange sweater shook his head, and as if to reassure the other party, he raised a bright and warm smile, showing his pointed canine teeth: "It's okay, don't cry—what's wrong with you, why are you here alone? ,Where's your mom?"

"I got lost..." Another little boy lowered his head and unconsciously twisted the hem of his clothes with his fingers. His voice trembled, but he still tried his best to complete the sentence, "I got lost. I waited for a long time, and my mother hasn't come yet." Find me……"

Like a little rabbit, raccoon, or other shy animals, the overly long bangs block those clear black crystal eyes, and the afterglow of the setting sun falls on them, giving off a soft orange light.

The boy named Xia Jingzhe nodded and said with a smile: "Then I'll take you home! It doesn't matter, I know the roads around here very well, and I can definitely find them!"

The little animal-like boy finally raised his head, a relieved smile appeared on his fair face, and he believed in the child who was obviously shorter than him but spoke like a reassuring adult in front of him, with a clean milk voice. Repeatedly: "Xia... Jingzhe."

"Well," Xia Jingzhe pulled up his sleeve, thought for a while, then moved it down a little bit, took the other's cold little hand, and said in a clear tone, "What's the matter? Oh, yes, I've been waiting here for a long time, have you? Are you hungry—I only have one piece of chocolate, do you want to eat it?"

If he could remember, it was a bright spring day, orange blossoms were in bloom, and the rich smell of milk chocolate was in the air, sweet.

On an unremarkable day in Silent Childhood, he met his little sun, who was clear and straightforward, passing through the heavy loneliness and shyness, and came to him defenselessly and happily.