Oral period

After escaping from the secret room, more than half of the commission has been completed, and the rest has nothing to do with Xia Jingzhe. He is only responsible for standing aside and listening, listening to the detailed suggestion that "the link of opening the door and dropping the corpse is a bit too exciting." "You can add a few useless puzzle pieces to the place where the three pieces of the puzzle are, otherwise it will be easy to get it wrong"-Suggestions like this, thinking that this person is playing like a fairy, but I am quite considerate of their ordinary people's feelings.

"Anything else..." I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhen Xiao seems to have glanced at him, and there is a little smile in his cold voice, which seems to be teasing, "The wires on the ground are easy to trip people, it is best to arrange them Be hidden."

"Okay, thank you very much!" The client was a simple-looking boy with a very good temper. After listening to his series of opinions, he wrote down one by one, smiling sincerely, "About the remuneration..."

The young man who had been waiting quietly all this time answered with a calm expression, as if he had said it many times: "There is no reward, but please don't disclose the details of the commission and me—our identity."

The client nodded repeatedly, met his gaze, thoughtfully: "Hey, you are the one..."

The legendary gangster who smoked and fought, or the bad boy who interfered with other people's self-study while sitting in the classroom—Xia Jingzhe had no intention of searching, interrupted the other party with a wave of his hand, turned and left.

"The one who was made a fuss by the ghost," Zhen Xiao added blankly, leading the topic to another serious direction, "Stop laughing at him, he's thin-skinned."

The other party responded without knowing why, and wrote another entry in the small notebook.

"Don't be angry, I'm not talking to you," Zhen Xiao hurriedly caught up with Xia Jingzhe, his tone was sincere, but there was a smile in his eyes, "I'm afraid I won't let people say it..."

Xia Jingzhe stopped in his tracks, and gave him a slap in the face, not heavy, but clearly threatening.

Zhen Xiao didn't hide, and took his fist calmly, thinking that it's better to fight with energy than to be numb with fright. Xia Jingzhe's dazed appearance is cute, but he still feels a little uncomfortable after all.

It's just... I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always felt that Xia Jingzhe was vaguely different before entering the secret room and after leaving the secret room.

It's the holiday, there are few pedestrians on campus, but there are many birds. If you step on a sycamore leaf, the sound of falling leaves will startle three or four. Looking out from the gap between the shade of the trees, the sky is fine and the sun is full of warmth. gold.

"The moon should be fine tonight," Xia Jingzhe said without a word, "It's Mid-Autumn Festival."

In the evening, I will go to Dr. Xu’s house for her son’s birthday party——Zhen Xiao thinks about this incident, and feels the need to tell him: “Meals tonight... Actually, Xu Yan’s birthday is tomorrow, but it just happened to happen during the Mid-Autumn Festival. , After a day has passed, he may stay until midnight to celebrate his birthday, if you find it troublesome, you can leave early."

Xia Jingzhe shook her head: "It's a good thing, what's the trouble?"

When he said this, a spot of light passed between his brows, Zhen Xiao happened to catch a glimpse of it, and suddenly remembered that early morning when he was forced to stand in the corridor, there was also a small cloud of sunlight passing by, like a brightly burning butterfly.

The agreed time is six o'clock, Xu Qing's home is not far from their school, it's still early, and there's still time to go to the mall and choose birthday gifts for the children - junior high school students don't have any special hobbies other than studying, so there are many directions to choose from. Very limited, two patients with social phobia walked around the bookstore on the first floor of the shopping mall, and finally decided to make a quick decision, and just choose a set of teaching aids for each of them and let it go.

"Let's buy another box of mooncakes. It's Mid-Autumn Festival after all." After paying the bill, Xia Jingzhe naturally stuffed a bag of books into his arms, swiping the delivery software and said, "There's a dessert shop on the second floor, go and have a look."

Zhen Xiao silently took the bag of books, thinking that it really wasn't an illusion, this person had just avoided suspicion for two days, and now he's making further progress in playing a secret room.

Half an hour later, they got out of the taxi with big bags and small bags. They saw a banquet in the yard of a family from a distance, and there was a birthday cake in the middle of the table, so they knew it was Xu Qing's house.

"It's just in time, dinner is on time." Xu Qing didn't wear a white coat today, she was wearing a light-colored sweater with a long skirt and an apron. Things come, didn't I tell you earlier that I don't accept gifts..."

"It's a birthday present for Xu Yan," Zhen Xiao said calmly, "Last time, he said that he lacked a set of teaching aids to increase the difficulty, so let me help you choose—and moon cakes, we will eat them together when we watch the moon at night, it will be more lively. "

The first half of the sentence is free to play, and the second half of the sentence was taught by Xia Jingzhe temporarily in the taxi a few minutes ago.

The teaching effect is mediocre, but he still speaks bluntly, as if reciting lines. Hearing Teacher Xia secretly support his forehead, he deeply feels that teaching this person to take care of himself is a long way to go.

Only then did Xu Qing nod her head, she turned to welcome them in, and said with a smile: "Xu Yan, this kid, is hiding in the house doing problems during the Mid-Autumn Festival, talking about time-limited training, don't let me disturb you, just in time you are here, call him for me ——Hey, this is Xiaoxia, I heard Zhenxiao mention it, saying..."

He was interrupted by a cough that seemed to be unintentional: "Well, it's him."

I don't know if it's a good word or a bad word... Xia Jingzhe cared deeply, but it was inconvenient to ask, so he could only pinch Xu Qing where he couldn't see, with a cute smile on his face: "Aunt Xu, I am his colleague." table, for the mid-autumn festival.”

Zhen Xiao looked at his expression, blinked, and for no reason gave birth to the illusion of leading others to meet her parents—she was a hypocritical daughter-in-law, who did one thing in front of others and another in the back, and joined hands with her elders to bully him, an honest person.

"It's all home-cooked food, which you children love to eat—Zhen Xiao has tasted my cooking, and it's not bad, right?"

The person who was called was startled, still trapped in wild fantasies, nodded subconsciously, and remembered that Xu Qing's family is from the south, and their taste is sweet, Xia Jingzhe probably likes it very much.

Not many people were invited, except for Xu Qing's family, an intern she brought, and two former patients who had nowhere to go during the reunion season, so they were invited together—everyone at the table was friendly, sweet-scented osmanthus The wine was poured in a circle, and the glasses that were still studying were replaced with orange juice, and the glasses clinked.

The full moon is in the sky, under the moon is a table full of steaming dishes, the chicken soup is bright yellow, and the aroma of vinegar fish diffuses from one end of the round table to the other. Although it is inevitable to be restrained at first, after three rounds of drinking, the young man's heart is still stable in the air After coming down, I gradually got used to the long-lost warm atmosphere around me.

Tonight's reunion night, when the moon is full in the early sky of the laurel bottle, when the wanderer is sleeping soundly.

It's just——Xia Jingzhe hesitated for a long time, but couldn't help touching Zhenxiao's arm, leaned closer, and asked softly: "Xu Yan's father..."

"He disappeared two years ago, abandoned his wife and son, and changed his surname," Zhen Xiao avoided his breath filled with sweet-scented osmanthus, and raised his eyebrows, "Why did you drink it?"

"Taste a sip."

Xia Jingzhe is an emotional person. Once the hard protective shell is removed, his emotions and anger will become easy to understand, and he will be easily affected by the environment. Perhaps because of drinking, the corners of his eyes are covered with a thin layer. Red, like crying.

Zhen Xiao caught a glimpse of him rubbing his eyes vigorously, felt a little uneasy, and reached out to hold his wrist: "Stop rubbing, don't you pay attention to whether you get infected or not?"

What he was talking about was the last time he injured his knee, and the other party blamed him on the grounds of infection.

"My heart is a little stuffy." Xia Jingzhe broke away from his hand, but stopped rubbing it. Instead, he lifted the cup and drank the orange juice as wine, with a hoarse voice. "When I was young, my grandma told me that when the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, my parents would Come back to see me... Liar, not once."

While talking, she looked at him again, propped her chin, and grinned bitterly, her eyes were full of moonlight, but she was lonely: "I forgot, and you didn't either, sorry."

Zhenxiao's relatives are weak, he is used to it, and he can't understand the loneliness in his eyes, so he can only reach out to wipe off the water on the corner of the man's mouth, his eyes wander, and he chokes him as usual: "Taste and get drunk, it's really useless .”

The intoxicating thing is the wine, the moonlight, or the birthday cake with candles in the center of the round table during the Mid-Autumn Festival-no one can tell whether it is true or not.

Xia Jingzhe shook his head, didn't try to defend himself, looked at the moon as bright as a lamp, and complained: "In fact, someone accompanied me to celebrate my birthday. At that time, he said that he would always accompany me from now on, but now he doesn't know where he is..."

Zhen Xiao was startled fiercely, the hand holding the chopsticks was suddenly clenched, his joints were blue and white, trembling almost imperceptibly.

It stands to reason that he should say something, whether it is comfort or relief, no matter how much he scolded himself with Xia Jingzhe, it would be better than silence—but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he was silent for a long time, and he couldn't say anything.

The candles were blown out, and everyone clapped and wished Xiaoshou Xing a happy birthday, but it was unknown who started the song and sang the happy birthday song.Xia Jingzhe supported his head, and seemed to be singing a little bit louder, with a thick nasal voice, but his voice was still clear, and he was the only one who tuned it.

Zhen Xiao pretended to lip-sync, and his mind was not on celebrating his birthday at all—he wanted to hug Xia Jingzhe, like he did in the secret room in the afternoon, or a long time ago, in the smoky empty alley, in the sunny dessert shop box in the afternoon, son The swing frame with the setting sun...

Don't be too close, even if it's just close.

Distressed, more guilty.

In the bustle of the table, a firework exploded in the sky, mixed with gold and red, which is a rare brilliance in this city.Xia Jingzhe had half a piece of Coke chicken wings in his mouth. Hearing the sound, he raised his head, a small group of soft bumps protruded from the side of his cheeks, and the flames in his black eyes flickered——he seemed to be smiling.

"It's good too," Zhen Xiao heard his ambiguous voice, "Now I have you."

Just like that, with half-truth and half-fake drunkenness, he said what he wanted to say but dared not speak.

"Not just now..." The young man's low voice was drowned out by the sound of fireworks crackling, and there was a mingling of cups behind him, as if someone was wishing loudly during the festive season.

Xia Jingzhe turned to look at him, narrowed his eyes: "I didn't hear clearly!"

"Forget it then," Zhen Xiao reached out to ruffle his hair, his movements were not very gentle, he raised his voice amidst the warm noise, and choked back angrily, "Forget it if you can't hear clearly."

This is the first Mid-Autumn Festival they spent together.

The author says:

It's not easy to get together on this day, everyone Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!