Oral period

The date of trying to escape the secret room is set on the first day of the small long holiday - this year's Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day are similar in time, and the holidays are linked together, which is a bit extravagant for high school students, and returning to school soon after the holiday is an art Even though there are a lot of homework that should be written, the whole school is still filled with a rare lightness.

Except for Xia Jingzhe, not only did he not feel relaxed, but rather nervous.

"Zhen Xiao, how about... you should go alone." He looked at the theme introduction sent by the client, his voice was a little stiff.

The person who was named leaned over to take a look, caught a glimpse of the words "horror theme" and "revenge of wronged souls" on the screen, sneered mercilessly, then quickly regained his composure, and said seriously: "I will get lost."

"It's just a classroom, there's nothing to get lost in!"

"Didn't it mean that it was divided into three rooms?" Zhen Xiao sat down beside his bed, imitating his previous tone and said, "It's not about me alone, we go together..."

Xia Jingzhe: ...

"Playing games?" The other party raised his phone again, looked at him and asked, "He also played that game recently, and asked me to join him, but I'm too good at it, let's practice first."

Xia Jingzhe was stunned for a moment, and then connected the "he" in the other party's mouth with that little-known pursuit object. His already irritable mood was worsened, and he frowned: "I don't want to play."

"But didn't you still..."

"Yesterday was yesterday," Xia Jingzhe threw down the phone, turned his back to him, pulled the quilt over his head, and said in a muffled voice, "Yesterday they were short of people and they had to drag me with them. Today is different."

Zhen Xiao finally found a chance to ask what he wanted to ask: "Who?"

"Netizen, I have collaborated on a comic book before." Xia Jingzhe didn't notice the slight jealousy in his words, and replied casually, "I can't refuse favors. Actually, I don't want to play that much."

No wonder yesterday I could only hear a certain male voice talking from beginning to end when I was on the mic yesterday, but Xia Jingzhe seldom answered—it was just that the other party called him "Jingzhe", knowing that it was just a pseudonym, Zhen Xiao still felt very uncomfortable, as if he had heard something Unqualified nickname.

After all, he didn't have a real "object of pursuit", let alone practice the game for someone, and he got a reasonable explanation, so he gave up contentedly, stretched out his hand to poke the bulging quilt on Xia Jingzhe's bed, and said softly: "Don't be angry." ,I go with you."

"...You were going to accompany me."——He was not going to face a horrible scene.

Zhen Xiao had no way to refute, and was about to say something to comfort him, when he heard a muffled sentence from under the quilt: "Why don't you go with the person you like, it's a rare opportunity, being alone in that environment is very suitable for cultivating emotion……"

"Huh? How do you know..."

"That's how it's drawn in comics."

The night was dark, the sound of the wind and rain was blocked out of the window, and there were only pauses in the room, as well as the rustling of the bed being turned.Zhenxiao watched him poke his head out, playing with his mobile phone with his back turned to him, his hair was messed up, half of his face reflected the glimmering light of the screen, he thought of some quiet and angry little animal for no reason, his heart softened, and he played tricks again He thought: "Forget it, he is afraid of ghosts."

Sure enough, there was a lovely expression on the other party's face, and the thin white fingers let go, and the phone rolled on the bed.

He knew what Xia Jingzhe wanted to say - "I don't want him to be frightened, even if I don't think about it, I'm also afraid of ghosts."

Xia Jingzhe didn't ask, but turned her head to look at him.

That glance was too heavy, like a piece of plain paper falling into a deep pool of ink, soaked and dyed, sinking bit by bit, and became a ball of things whose original appearance could not be seen clearly, hanging in the water, floating. Can't get up and can't sink to the bottom.

He had always known that Xia Jingzhe was handsome, but he never thought that when he covered half of his face, he would be so good-looking just by looking at those eyebrows—it was so shocking.

"Got it," he heard Xia Jingzhe say, "then come with me."

At three o'clock in the morning, the people on the upper bunk were quiet as usual, not sure if they were awake or asleep.

Xia Jingzhe turned over, charged the phone, watched the screen turn on and off, and sighed silently.

He likes sweets, is afraid of ghosts, plays the same game, and has similar personalities... He sometimes wants to ask Zhenxiao if he thinks he is a fool, telling lies so clumsily, he doesn't look like someone who can raise the average score of the class Xueba——and afraid that he is really that fool, self-righteous and self-righteous, and will be slapped in the face in the end.

But he draws comics for a living, and is often praised by fans for describing delicate emotions. What he is best at is reading people's hearts, so how can he admit his mistakes again and again.

When Zhen Xiao said those words, he was the only one in his eyes.

The rain hasn't stopped, it has been pattering all night, and he has no sleep all night, and he will not fall asleep until the sky is light. When he opens his eyes again, the window is still gloomy, and he can't tell the time. Facing him, it seems that he is doing homework.

"woke up?"

"Hmm..." Xia Jingzhe had a dream, and couldn't get around him over and over again. When he saw the real person, he felt a little dazed, "What time is it?"

Zhen Xiao put down her pen and turned to look at him: "Twelve eighteen."

"It's still early, I made an appointment with them at [-] o'clock." Xia Jingzhe stretched her waist exaggeratedly, and leaned against the corner of the wall wrapped in a quilt—the temperature has dropped recently, and he didn't have time to change into a thick quilt, it was a bit cold—while he said vaguely, " what to eat?"

"It's all right, just like you." Zhen Xiao glanced at his exposed side neck, paused for a moment, then quickly moved away as if nothing had happened.

"Forget it, you don't eat what I ate... Go to the cafeteria, I heard that moon cakes are given out during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Xia Jingzhe pulled off a thin sweater beside the bed, and put it on in a daze. His already messy hair was provoked by static electricity and became more disheveled. Zhenxiao looked at it for a while, and resisted the urge to straighten it up for him , only a soft reminder, the hair is messed up.

When he said this, he pronounced his words very lightly, clearly without any emotion, but with an indescribable tenderness—Xia Jingzhe was slightly startled, and suddenly remembered the absurd and chaotic dream not long ago.

In the dream, Zhenxiao overlapped with his childhood playmate, like the short-lived heartbeat at the age of seven or eight, which continues to this day. There are many absurdities, but it is a good dream after all.

"looking at what?"

In the dream, Zhen Xiao was sitting by the window. There were only the two of them in the huge classroom. When the curtains flicked, the reflection suddenly increased, covering the picture on his mobile phone screen.

As if taken aback by him, Zhen Xiao subconsciously locked the screen, and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing..."

The voice was clearly a little guilty.

He frowned, displeased with Zhen Xiao's concealed attitude, and reached out to grab the phone - the lock screen password was his birthday, so he knew it without guessing.

Zhen Xiao didn't stop him, and pretended to hide for a few times. Seeing that his balance was unstable, he quickly disarmed and surrendered, pretending to be pitiful: "Then don't get angry."

It's like a middle-aged man who was peeking at pictures of beautiful women, but was caught by his wife.

He leaned on Zhen Xiao's back, leaning on his shoulder, saying "If you dare to watch anything you shouldn't see, I will beat you", while skillfully unlocking it, he found the other party's recent viewing screens from the background software.

Then he was taken aback, and his ears burned.

Those are his photos, secretly taken, a whole album, hundreds of them.

"Are you going to beat me up?" Zhen Xiao stroked his hair, smiled softly, and bullied him softly, "Be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."

He seemed to be cursing an idiot in a low voice, but he didn't make a move, allowing the other person to turn around and wrap his arms around his waist through the back of the chair—that's when he knew that the usual indifference in his eyes would melt, It melted into a pool of spring water, reflecting the warmth, very like a peach blossom that he tried his best to paint, but couldn't paint it well.

So he leaned over to kiss those eyes, his head was slightly startled, and then he closed them obediently, his eyelashes rubbed against the corners of his lips, feeling a little itchy.

As the sun set, he remembered the first time he saw "the other party". It was also a sunny spring day. In the evening, the clouds were brilliant, like melted orange candy.

The rain outside the window seemed to suddenly fall heavily, and the wind rolled over the window, making a faint knocking sound.Xia Jingzhe was startled, recovered from his long thoughts, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Shang Zhenxiao's gaze.

The spring water has not yet melted, it really is a dream, he thought.

If Zhenxiao was really a playmate who left without saying goodbye when he was a child, he would not know how to deal with it—like it is true, and nostalgia is true, but two different feelings fall on the same person, and it is so heavy that he feels the same. difficult to face.

He couldn't forgive and let go as if nothing had happened, became an old friend who never met again, and couldn't hate him as purely as before... He finally got out of the resentment, and he was mentally prepared that he would never see him again. One hundred reasons to convince myself to forgive the other party, at best "beat me up and write it off", and then drift away, tacitly fade out of each other's lives.

In the past, he still had something to confide in, and regarded the other party as the only person he could rely on, but now he has an extra pillow, gradually replacing the position of that childhood playmate in his heart—if it is really the same person, then his indifferent What's the point of the past resentment and the transferred nostalgia.

Seeing him sitting on the bed without speaking for a long time, Zhen Xiao felt a little strange: "What's wrong? I finished your homework for you, let's go eat..."

Xia Jingzhe lowered his eyes and called his name in a low voice.

"Ok?"

"Your phone...let me use it. I forgot to charge it last night." He blocked his phone, which was still connected to the charging cable, and couldn't come up with any decent reasons. Xiao didn't become suspicious, and handed the phone to him upon hearing the words, and unlocked it thoughtfully.

He took it, locked the screen again with a movement of his fingers, then unconsciously held his breath, and slowly entered four numbers in the gradually clear heartbeat—his birthday.

When the screen lights up, it is successfully unlocked.

He stared blankly at Zhenxiao's wallpaper, almost thinking that the setting sun on the painting burned into his heart, which made his heart beat so hot, and his thoughts went blank.

The chat message popped up in the next second, and it was the string of names that he had glimpsed many times but never really saw clearly - where was the contact, it was clearly a group composed of several different ids that hadn't even changed their name.