Oral period

"Running errands, enjoy it... so you like this." Zhen Xiao read the outline on Xia Jingzhe's mobile phone, looked up at him, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were a little complicated - in doubt Between knowing and understanding, it seems to have understood something, and it seems to have gained nothing.

For a person who does not understand love, his cognition of love comes almost entirely from the other party, so it is understandable to have doubts.After the brief conflict, he blinked, and then added a sentence as if he had an epiphany: "It's not fair, but if you like it, I don't mind..."

"Stop, you're thinking too much." Xia Jingzhe withdrew her hand, cleared her throat unnaturally, and said in a blunt tone, "What I said was just a sample - I'll give you a popular view of love when I get better from the cold, and think less before that Some are not."

This warning is not groundless. In the special situation of Zhenxiao who is a blank slate in other fields except for learning, but has a high self-learning ability, if he does not explain in advance, I am afraid he will really misunderstand it, and then follow the gourd without authorization. Scoop, what unnecessary prejudice against worldly love.

Forget about anything else, it happened to be Miss Tsundere's script - when he thought that the other party might associate himself with keywords such as "bossing around" and "arrogantly making things difficult", he felt sympathetic.

The image in the eyes of the sweetheart is already bad enough, it's better not to add any unwarranted charges.

Zhen Xiao was still looking at him, her eyes were calm and focused, and she seemed to have returned to the previous overly quiet state. After a few seconds, she raised her eyebrows slightly and asked softly, "Then what do you like?"

The tone is very light, as if asking casually.

However, when the content of the question was related to him, it completely lost the meaning of ordinary chat.

Xia Jingzhe opened his mouth, then closed it again, realizing that this question might not be as simple as he intuitively thought - at least it couldn't be perfunctory.

So what do you like?

There is no beginning and no end, lack of objects, and can refer to many things.

For example, what kind of person do you like, what kind of intimacy, relationship status, or...

This seems to be the first time they have talked about this topic so bluntly - when they are secretly in love with each other and know each other well, it is like a layer of glass separated by a glass, and they all think that the glass is one-sided, but they don't know what they are thinking What he thought had already been revealed in a piece of clarity.

The answer is actually very simple. For Xia Jingzhe, it only needs one word to sum it up comprehensively. It’s just that the previous creation is still there, and he has many worries. He has never been able to find the right time, and he has not been able to persuade himself to repeat the same mistakes—— I saved enough when I was drunk, but unfortunately the ghost in the other party's heart is more invisible than him, and it was still in vain when I woke up-but now the opportunity was handed to him without warning and just right, as if as long as he said a word Words, that hurdle is over.

Zhen Xiao likes him, at least for now.

——What about after that?

——Fuck it later...

Xia Jingzhe was stunned, as if stabbed by the irritable speech in the bottom of his heart, raised his eyes to meet Shang Zhenxiao's gaze, only to realize that the other party was still looking at him—with the kind of expression that he couldn't bear the most, and once mistakenly thought it was Affectionate eyes.

His eyes are calm, faintly probing, focused and straightforward, like a quietly spying cat.

He really couldn't bear this man's serious appearance, he would sink into it at the first glance, and run away rationally, imagining some pitiful little animal with the corner of the man's clothes waiting for the answer.

"I like you……"

"Ok?"

It was so soft that even he himself couldn't hear it clearly.

However, with the flickering of lights, the sound of wind outside the window, and the closing of the door of a certain house in the same building—the moment he came to his senses, all the lively or silent changes in the world around him became obstacles to him from telling the truth. stumbling block.

"It's nothing, don't ask." He choked up, his throat hurt like a knife, like an inflamed tonsil punishing his cowardice, and his voice became much weaker when he spoke again, "What qualifications do people like me have to say that I like it?" Well, it would be nice to have someone to accompany me, and it’s fine to join forces, so I don’t have to be alone, heck, face those things alone... I’m content."

He thinks this is a safe and euphemistic answer, at least it won’t go wrong—after all, in a sense, companionship without framed form is actually just the most basic obligation in a love relationship—although it is a bit of a luxury for him , but Zhenxiao shouldn't think too much about it.

However, it happened that such an impeccable answer was passed on to the ears of the sinner, but it was tantamount to a stab in the heart.

Seeing that the smile in the other party's eyes suddenly froze, and then quickly lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him, Xia Jingzhe was stunned, and suddenly had a certain intuition of "seems to have said the wrong thing", subconsciously said: "What's wrong?"

"Let's get the material," Zhen Xiao shook his head slightly, looking out the window at the moon half covered by the flowing clouds, with his usual tone, "I will try my best to enjoy it."

Xia Jingzhe frowned slowly, stared at his expression, and was silent for a long time before clearing his sore throat, and using local materials: "Then... go and pour me a glass of water first."

The person who was ordered stood up silently, and seemed to show that he was "enjoying it", and smiled back at him—but the smile was so blunt, like a person with a cold face all the time, pretending to be a calm ice layer It melted for a while, as if it was about to cry.

Is it an illusion... Xia Jingzhe frowned, raised his hand and rubbed the aching forehead, thinking intermittently: I always feel that Zhenxiao has returned to his soul for a while, but now he looks more depressed than before.

That was obviously not an illusion.A few minutes later, the young man came back to him with a glass of warm water, and stood aside with lowered eyebrows, like some low-ranking person standing by the side, without saying a word, just looking at him unintentionally, silently revealing something A feeling of loss mixed with grievances and guilt——Xia Jingzhe felt like sitting on pins and needles, he couldn't help but recall the previous conversation in his heart, and felt that he didn't seem to say anything wrong, so he felt more and more at a loss, drinking a glass of water without taste , almost choked.

It's not a love interest that is willing to fight, it's more like... He can't say what it looks like, he just knows that the situation is awkward, it's better to say something casually than to look at each other in silence, no, peeping at each other - he can't stand each other This pitiful yet forced calm look.

"Zixiao," he drank a glass of water, he put down the glass, and read the script in as natural a tone as possible, "I want to eat fruit, the oranges should be peeled until you can't see the tangerines, and the bananas and apples are peeled." , cut into small pieces that are palatable, and the grapes should also be peeled, not to be broken."

The lines were read as they were, but the other party did not show surprise or connivance as he imagined. He still had a cold face and nodded expressionlessly: "Is there a fruit shop nearby?"

"...Yes, it's quite far across the street." Forgetting that he was a road idiot, "I'll go with you."

Lu Chi shook his head, pressed his shoulders and pushed him back into the sofa: "If you have a cold, don't blow your hair. If you can't find the way, I will ask you."

After all, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, but he still raised his hand, stroked Xia Jingzhe's hair gently, and looked at him with the corners of his eyes bent: "I really can't do anything about you."

——It's a scripted line, read by him without the special pampering and pampering that is unique to the period of passionate love, in fact, it deviates from the original intention.

However, the young man's eyebrows and eyes are gentle, and a little smile is enough to reflect the fake and genuine affection. The already ambiguous words are on the tip of his tongue, and he reads them slowly word by word, almost producing a kind of cold and seductive seriousness.

Xia Jingzhe bumped into the shadow of himself in his eyes, and was taken aback, and couldn't even hear what he said in a trance—when he came back to his senses, Zhenxiao had already left, and before he closed the door, he vaguely complained about being cold, and then turned back He took his coat and put it on.

It wasn't until the door was completely closed that he was the only one left in the quiet living room that Xia Jingzhe was awakened by the sudden sneeze, and recovered from the overly captivating eyes of his sweetheart.

Maybe it’s a mistake, when he made an excuse to “take materials”, he somewhat wanted to hear this sentence, and he was also mentally prepared that Zhenxiao’s reaction would be very different from the content of the comics—but he didn’t expect that the words he wanted to really come from the other party’s mouth Coming out would be so satisfying to him.

This was the first time someone left enough room for him, showing obvious favoritism and connivance to him—even if it was just acting and reciting a line, it was enough to make his heart beat faster and he couldn't recover for a long time.

What's more... the way Zhenxiao looked at him at that moment, maybe it wasn't just a show.

One autumn rain and one cold, the temperature has dropped to a level that confuses autumn and winter, and the night wind is even more piercing. Even if the pillow is not very afraid of the cold, it is still frowning when it is blown into the wind, subconsciously wrapping up the coat , zip all the way up as usual.

To Xia Jingzhe, the clothes that are still too big, but they just fit him. Speaking of which, Xia Jingzhe seems to often wear clothes that are too big for his figure, and there are always some fancy decorations, all kinds of ropes The chain is dangling, and you can see it at a glance in the crowd...

Just a second before his thoughts gradually strayed, and he almost turned to "I like to wear clothes that are too big, can I also wear them?"——The boy paused, and suddenly turned off the button for navigation. The mobile phone, the female voice guiding the way in the earphones quieted down, and the faint rustling movement behind him was transmitted directly to his ears.

Wild cats and dogs, or...

The next second, his usual calm expression finally showed some disturbances, he frowned in disgust, kept walking, but deliberately chose the direction leading to the bright place - Xia Jingzhe's residence was not in an ordinary community, It's just one of the ancillary buildings of the shopping mall. Password verification is required to go upstairs. At least there is no risk of being followed. Judging from the current location, it seems that the stalker is not staying downstairs at his house, but more like guarding this one. On the road...and the end of the road leads to the empty alley where Xia Jingzhe has been surrounded by people several times.

He was followed because he was wearing Xia Jingzhe's coat.

The other party has an annoying smell of cigarettes, low-quality cigarettes, and the smell is so bad that it seems familiar.