Oral period

Little Jingzhe's home, Little Jingzhe's clothes, and Little Jingzhe's bed.

Everything was soft, with that sweet milky taste he loved.

The boy threw himself into the bed full of joy, but he didn't want to mess up the quilt on the bed and the dolls piled up in the corner of the wall. After thinking about it, he sat up, pulled the quilt away, and made a small corner for himself. I can sit inside with my knees hugged, waiting for Xia Jingzhe to come home.

The standby animation of the game was still playing on the TV, but he didn't have the slightest intention to play. He just sat there obediently, looking at the bright full moon outside the window, secretly guessing what Xia Jingzhe was doing now, where the car was going, and how long it would take to get home.

He is still too young to have the concept of staying overnight, let alone why his heartbeat is always faster than before, and his active thoughts revolve around a name, and he can't calm down—he only vaguely knows that he can be allowed Being alone in each other's bedroom and sharing the same bed with him at night is a very special and exciting new treat.

An hour is still too long, he guessed Xia Jingzhe's possible reactions all over, and even imagined what kind of expression he should put on when the bedroom door is opened, what things he wants to share with the other party, and what else can tease the other party A new way to not make him angry - but the time is only 10 minutes past.

The boy sighed, remembering that he hadn't eaten dinner yet, and was about to get up to get the snacks brought by his aunt, when his fingers accidentally bumped into something, which diverted his attention.

It was a notebook with no words on the cover. It was pressed under the pillow, and it was already deformed. It seemed that many pages had been written and flipped many times.

The nine-year-old Zhen Xiao was stunned suddenly, and the three characters "diary" appeared in his mind, and he hurriedly threw it back to the pillow as if his hands were burned, covering the notebook tightly—but even if he couldn't see it, the pillow However, the notebook under his hand still seemed to have magical powers, taking away all his imagination and curiosity, as if he closed his eyes, the concise and wordless cover would appear in front of his eyes, silently luring him to take a peek.

There is still more than half an hour left, just flip through and take a look... Little Jing Zhe won't find out.

It doesn't matter if it's discovered, the worst thing is that it's a few words of violence, since Little Jing Zhe has such a good temper, she won't pursue it.

Maybe it's just an ordinary homework book, and it doesn't matter if you look at it.

No, it's all placed under the pillow, it must be something not ordinary... Something so special to Little Jing Zhe, maybe after today, I won't have the chance to see it again.

Besides, since Little Jingzhe is so used to him, if he wants to watch it, he will definitely let him watch it...

Just a little bit earlier, a little bit.

After a long time, the boy took a deep breath, held his breath, carefully opened the pillow, took out the notebook, and opened the first page with a solemnity and caution rarely seen in Mathematical Olympiad competitions.

is painting.

There are only a few simple lines, which vaguely outline the appearance of the two teenagers. There is nearly half a page of text annotations beside the painting. He only read one line, and his whole face turned red.

It's about him—their story.

The notebook is very thick, and Xia Jingzhe drew more than half of it. Some of the pages were full of drawings, and some had too many annotations. It was like a story that he knew the beginning but didn't know the ending. It unfolded in a straightforward and childish way. Weave a perfect dream.

He was engrossed in watching, unaware of the passage of time, until he heard the sound of the door lock turning not far away, and then suddenly came back to his senses—it was too late to recover, he could only hold the notebook that he had turned over halfway in a daze, and read When the door was opened, the boy he was thinking of ran in, threw himself on the bed and gave him an exaggerated hug as usual: "I'm back! I brought you delicious food, hamburger, fries, ice cream, and the last time you said you liked it." The egg tarts…”

Realizing that there was still a notebook between the two of them, Xia Jingzhe seemed to be stunned for a moment, and looked down——he panicked slowly, unable to say anything to justify, and could only timidly grab the other party's sleeve , apologizing softly.

"Little Jing Zhe, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

He saw Xia Jingzhe smiled, his ears were a little red, he took the notebook in his hand and put it aside, he seemed to be rubbing his hair to express his relief, his lips opened and closed, but he couldn't understand a word... …

All I know is that my heart is beating very loudly, not because of nervousness or guilt, but——a joy that I can't hide.

When his thoughts sank, Zhen Xiao woke up suddenly.

There is no Xia Jingzhe, no messy fried egg tarts, no notebook with an empty cover, the room is empty, the sky is about to brighten outside the window, and there is not even the shadow of the moon left for him.

The young man exhaled slowly, looked at the thin light on the ceiling, and realized that his heartbeat was indeed loud, but it had nothing to do with the joy in the dream.

No wonder he forgot—no wonder he was so conflicted about the memory that he couldn't remember it.

Because he has seen reality and fantasy run counter to each other, he has seen the ending that was so miserable that it was completely changed, and he knows that he has failed the other party after all, and failed some precious things that he killed with his own hands.

The ending of Xia Jingzhe's debut manga was not a tragedy that ended without a cause like what was posted on the Internet at first.

The outline in the notebook is immature but clear, outlining a more complete and smooth story-the teenager feels nostalgia for his playmate, the loneliness that no one understands is put to rest, the other party is the only person who can treat each other sincerely, and the friendship is also beginning in love The age of her has changed quietly, and it has become a warm and clear love hidden in getting along day and night.

He didn't know whether his simple-minded playmates liked him as well, and he tried boldly again and again in his daily relationship, and finally got the answer he wanted, and he was determined to confess.

The story that follows is both beautiful and clichéd. It is the best ending that eight or nine-year-old children can think of—go to school together, work in the same city, live together, stay together day and night, and spend the rest of their lives together...

There are not even many romantic episodes on adult occasions, let alone the so-called "flirting", the relationship line ends with pure ignorant liking, and "the other party happens to like me too" was Xia Jingzhe's most fulfilling dream at that time.

It turned out that I fell in love with him from then on.

Fortunately, he didn't understand anything, so he even bought a teddy bear "the love of his life" as a birthday present... Xia Jingzhe was so pleasantly surprised when he received it...

— how hard it is to not find him.

I forgot to charge my mobile phone before going to bed, and it has already turned off automatically.Zhen Xiao sat up, turned on the light with a calm expression, found the charger from the bedside table, connected it to the plug, and sat silently by the bedside waiting for the phone to restart.

However, when the screen was turned on, he saw the chat message that popped up, and the frozen and indifferent calm suddenly collapsed.

He bent down, buried his face in his palms, and sighed deeply, breathing tremblingly.

How embarrassing - he thought.

If Xia Jingzhe was by his side now and saw his expression, he would definitely laugh at him.

No, before the other party laughed at him, the rationality he was always proud of would collapse—he would recklessly hug Xia Jingzhe, apologize to him, and eat the bitter fruit for himself.

Fortunately he was not there.

The process of waking up the memory is a single-plank bridge, hanging on the cliff, between the valleys, and the abyss at the foot. There is only one way, and he has to go.

Every time he took a step, the tension, guilt and fear in his heart deepened, strangling his vivid liking to dust, and even with that bit of absurd and useless courage that popped up from time to time.

Sometimes he even thinks, it's better not to think about it from the beginning—just as if their story started from the third year of high school, without those messy fronts, he would follow the familiarity with unknown reasons at the beginning to tease each other, like A naive boy who is keen on pulling the ponytail of the girls at the front desk, he gradually gets acquainted with him in the frenzy.

They are still two lonely souls, attracting each other, relying on each other, and will still fall into the love that repeats the same mistakes - and then stay together without any scruples, at least he has no scruples, even if Xia Jingzhe's trauma is still there, he dare not deliver his sincerity for a while, he It's better to be able to do something than not even dare to confess your love.

But it was Pandora's magic box, the cat's box, which had already been opened, and he had opened it himself.

He was sorry for Xia Jingzhe everywhere.

He has nothing, he can't give anything, he can't afford it.

Xia Jingzhe bought a plane ticket in the early morning and fell asleep on the plane. It was already late at night when he landed. The entire commercial street was empty, and there was no bustling daytime at all. Only the 24-hour convenience store was still lit.

Before returning home, he went to a convenience store to buy three cans of beer, sat on the low wall behind the store where the street lights couldn't reach, and drank one can of beer while watching the moon.

It was tasteless and bitter, and it made him feel hot all over, and his heartbeat was annoying.

It's a bit like before the big exam, the preparations that should be done are over, and those who can't learn are left to fate. It's useless to be nervous, and you have to work hard until the exam starts-he doesn't know if he will be the night before the college entrance exam. It's so embarrassing, but conservatively estimated, at least he won't drink.

It's not the same, this time it's an open-book exam, and he already knew the answer - the questions to be done have nothing to do with Zhenxiao, they were given by him himself, and he couldn't do them when he was sober, so he hoped to get drunk Yes, I can answer correctly in my dream.

Pretty silly.

He put down the last empty soda can, picked it up again, and threw it far into the trash can not far away.

Unbiased, hit.

So the other two cans were not spared, and they were thrown out one after the other—he used a bit of force when throwing the last one. There was a muffled "bang", but it was not thrown in alone.

Half drunk not drunk.

The boy leaned against the wall and turned over to the ground. He untied his tied hair casually to make himself look more drunk. He took a last look at the silent moon, turned around, and walked towards the "examination room".