Oral period

I wanted to leave directly, but when I met the slightly flustered eyes of the other party, I was driven by the subtle novelty and thought of teasing, so I stepped forward by accident; and then "blessed to the soul", it was resolved on the condition of keeping the secret for others No dinner yet...

Whether it's revenge or a whim, he is not a villain who is keen on bullying, and he has always been too lazy to get involved with others. To this extent, it should have stopped here.

Until a long, long time later, Zhen Xiao couldn't fully figure out why he changed his mind at that time, and wanted to maintain the relationship between the threat and the threatened - obviously when that dusk fell, he still hated Xia Jingzhe's body The smell of smoke, and I also hate the new tablemate who is barking his teeth and claws.

If I had to say it, except for the self-inflicted reason of "life is too boring, find a noisy trouble to add some fun to myself", maybe it can only be attributed to Xia Jingzhe's unreasonable sense of familiarity, and the fact that he was young. Time flies, and even the gods can't explain the heartbeat.

However, when he realized this, the relationship between the two could no longer be summed up in terms of simple "threat and being threatened".

Probably everyone has this kind of picture in their memory: the teenager who is full of love but refuses to speak, who is keen to tease the other party to express his feelings in a disguised form; The girl who finally fell in love—unfortunately, in the days that followed, he became one of the "boys" unsuspecting, and the "girl" he faced... was a sharp and soft girl, in every sense of the word. People who are very difficult to say.

——It’s all something later, at least at this moment, the dusk is not over, and no one has noticed the strangeness.

"Here, the set meal you want." Xia Jingzhe took out his own part, then pushed the rest of the food along with the tray in front of Zhenxiao, and said coldly, "Is this enough?"

The other party was noncommittal, raised his chin and looked up at him, and asked inappropriately: "Are you leaving?"

"Otherwise? I'm not interested in eating with a fool like you, it's disgusting."

"Really..." Zhenxiao picked up the chicken nuggets slowly, put them back in the original place after a few seconds, and tapped the plastic cup with Coke in his hand with his fingertips, "Get me a straw before you leave, and dip it in I can't open the sauce box."

Perhaps Xia Jingzhe will soon know that the seemingly unreasonable request of the other party is not entirely intentional - at least he may not be able to tear open the small box of sauces - but at this moment, facing the request Looking at the other party's meaningful gaze, he understood this sentence as a provocation without any surprise, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the irritability that had been suppressed for a long time came to his heart again.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

On the red and blue Coke cup, the water mist condensed into a puff, slowly slid down the cup wall, and a small cloud of water blurred in the center of the placemat paper.

"The hands you don't need should be chopped off as soon as possible." Xia Jingzhe took a deep breath, temporarily stopped the meaningless confrontation, and resisted the urge to smear the ice cream on his face and said softly, "You better not have anything else." requested..."

The words were clearly meant to be a threat, but as if reminding the other party, Zhen Xiao said "Oh" seriously, and added: "By the way, I still want to eat French fries, buy me one."

In a fast food restaurant where people come and go, and there are people in their hands, he seems to have no other choice but to swallow his anger and write down a deep revenge silently.

It's just that he still has an ice cream that exudes a rich milky fragrance, and the cone-shaped cone cannot be placed upright, and there is nothing to support it... Xia Jingzhe was silent for a moment, and handed the cone to Zhenxiao: " take it."

"Give me something to eat?"

"No, just let you hold it."

"Forget it, unless—" Zhen Xiao quickly understood his intention, slightly curled the corners of his mouth, "I want to eat too, one of each kind."

The string called reason in the brain finally broke with a "click".

Xia Jingzhe raised the knife and smashed the ice cream head-down on the unopened Coke. The crispy cone made an ominous sound of shattering, and the creamy ice cream body also flowed into a mess.

He pinched Zhen Xiao's chin to force him to raise his head, bent down to look down at him in a familiar posture, and said word by word: "What exactly do you want?"

"Someone is watching," Zhen Xiao looked back at him with a half-smile, reminding him softly, "In other people's eyes, it's you who unilaterally raped me."

If it spreads out and reaches the ears of an irrelevant person... the imaginary threat is infinitely magnified, pointing to a certain established fact, like an invisible hand, ruthlessly in the softest part of his heart Clenched it, reminding him that he had made an irreparable mistake.

Then bit by bit, he regained his shattered sanity and forcefully brought it back to its original state.

After a brief confrontation, the other party let go of his hand as he expected, gave him a cold look, turned and walked towards the front desk—this time he seemed to be really angry.

Zhen Xiao raised his hand and rubbed his chin that was pinched with red marks, pushed aside the Coke with the inverted ice cream on it, and put another piece of chicken nugget into his mouth.

In the final analysis, he couldn't explain why he provoked the other party again and again, like a naive elementary school student who was keen on pulling the ponytail of the girl in the front row—just like he couldn't explain why after thoroughly angering Xia Jingzhe, watching Looking at the back of the other party who turned and left, his heart would feel a dull pain without warning, as if being grabbed.

Very strange.

If deliberate provocation can be explained by disgust, then how can this kind of distressed strange emotion be explained...

He can't think too much. Once he thinks too much, the sequelae of the scar on his forehead will make him have a splitting headache—but this time, until Xia Jingzhe left for a short time and returned to him with a second tray. They didn't stop thinking, resisting the sharp throbbing pain of a certain nerve, trying to find a reasonable answer in the chaotic thoughts.

—to no avail, he couldn't think of anything.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Xia Jingzhe hesitated for a moment when he noticed that his face was abnormally pale, and then he reached out and poked his shoulder, "Here are the straws and French fries, three ice creams are inconvenient to take, and I changed them to cups Pretending... No way, am I being so hard on my hands?"

Zhen Xiao waved his hand feebly, indicating that he was fine, and his voice was so weak that it was almost obedient: "Sorry, I didn't mean it just now."

"Who would believe it... Forget it, I've done a lot of stupid things like this when I see someone who hates me getting angry and I keep provoking him, it's really cool, I'm too lazy to bother with you—is it really okay?"

It was quite considerate to find a reasonable reason for him.

Zhen Xiao was noncommittal, took the ice cream silently, scooped up a scoop and put it into his mouth, at the same time refuted himself in detail: No, that's not the case.

If he just hated the person in front of him and the smell of cigarettes on his body, he would not take the initiative to do these meaningless actions... When he teased Xia Jingzhe on a whim, what was entrenched in his heart was neither disgust nor dissatisfaction , but a more vivid feeling that is incompatible with his normal thinking.

It's like... Someone told him in advance that once the person in front of him was teased, he would show a very funny expression, softer and cuter than all the soft and cute animals in the world, try it, you must no regrets...

And he was convinced of this, as if he had experienced it himself.

His thoughts stagnated, and the boy finally lost his battle under the overwhelming pain in his brain, and fell down on the table without any warning.

"Little Jing Zhe, I'm sorry..." The voice of the little boy in the black coat trembled faintly, as if he was going to cry in a second, "Don't be angry, okay, I didn't mean to..."

"Didn't it be intentional to knock over someone else's drink and blame me? And yesterday, I was clearly in the park. Why did you lie to people that I was not there? Wasn't it intentional!"

The boy frowned, standing very close to Xia Jingzhe, but never dared to touch him, his soft fingers twisted the corner of his clothes, and finally couldn't help sobbing: "I just... don't want you to play with others... Ugh, sorry..."

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on him, like spilled orange juice, both sour and sweet.

Xia Jingzhe was stunned for a moment, his expression finally relaxed, he scratched his hair in annoyance, took a step forward, and reached out to wipe the other party's tears: "Okay, okay, I forgive you, it's not an example... don't cry, really You can't help it, do you want to eat chocolate again?"

"I want to eat... ice cream..." the boy choked, his fair face turned pink, and complained in a low voice, aggrieved, "Obviously I have knocked over Little Jingzhe's drink before, and often joked with Little Jingzhe, why is it only this time?" , Only this time you yell at me..."

When Xia Jingzhe knocked over his drink last week, not only did Xia Jingzhe not blame him, but he even took him to a convenience store to buy two new cans - at first he just wanted to tease him, watching him get angry like a kitten whose tail exploded, but in the end he became It's like a one-sided coquettish.

And last week, when he intentionally ate the last piece of sweet biscuit that the other party liked, although he talked about it for a long time, Xia Jingzhe finally went home and brought him a new pack.

Also, every time he told ghost stories to scare people before, Little Jing Zhe would obediently take the bait, thinking that what he said was true, showing a cute frightened expression——and then wanting to beat him up in embarrassment He looked angry, but in fact he didn't want to kill him at all.

"Idiot..." Xia Jingzhe rumpled the boy's soft hair, pinched his equally soft cheeks, and whispered awkwardly, "Bullying others is the same as bullying me..."