Oral period

"Come back? I thought you were really lost and just wanted to call."

When Zhen Xiao returned to the apartment, Xia Jingzhe had already moved all his belongings for work—laptop, old tablet, and a stack of drafts in binders—to the living room, dragged a cushion and sat cross-legged on the ground , Draw comics on the coffee table.

Probably because he was too cold, he wrapped an extra coat and wore a wide hood, only half of his face and forehead hair were exposed, his palms were tucked into the sleeves that were too long, and only a few thin white fingers were exposed , hold the pen, and draw on the screen.

Zhen Xiao looked at the way he almost retracted himself into the coat, thought of the curled up black cat in a strange way, couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, put down the heavy emotion of being followed for a while, and said: "You can see it when you go downstairs. I'm not stupid to go to that store."

He bought the pile of fruits according to Xia Jingzhe's intention, and then turned to the convenience store on the other side of the street out of the desire to test the stalker, and chose some ready-to-eat snacks at random, and didn't bother the other party when he was working, obediently Putting down a few bags of purchasing results, he took out a bunch of lighter-looking chicken balls and handed them to Xia Jingzhe's mouth, and fed him a hot sweet potato.

When this person is working hard, he is always focused and obedient. He doesn't take precautions against him, and he eats whatever he gives. He is more like a bad-tempered and contrasting cat.He watched the other party gasp from being scalded, stuck out his tongue like a cat, and then added a sentence: "Be careful of the burn."

"...You should have said it earlier." His temper was softened by appeasement, Xia Jingzhe looked at his face, he couldn't say the unscrupulous and irritable speech before, and even had some regrets about his words and deeds in the past Some kind of subtle remorse, but there is no way to make up for it for a while, I can only remind myself to stop swearing and behave decently, at least not to leave a bad impression on the person I like.

Such a deliberate change fell into Zhenxiao's eyes, and it became a softness with unknown reasons, which coincided with Xia Jingzhe at a certain period in his memory, and made people's mind flustered for no reason-he turned his eyes away, and stopped watching when the other party was biting His lips, which were faintly red from being burned, reminded him as if asking for trouble: "Do you still need to collect materials?"

In fact, there is no need, the taste of being pampered for the first time is enough for him to follow a fresh way of thinking and describe many dramas between the hero and heroine. However, when he heard that sentence, he took the pen He paused with his hands, and switched the canvas as if guilty of guilt, biting the chicken balls and muttering: "I haven't found my way yet... Where were you before?"

"Oranges have to be peeled well, there are no tangerines, bananas and apples are cut into pieces, and grapes are peeled," Zhen Xiao calmly reminded, as if this series of hardships had nothing to do with him-in fact, he really didn't care much, "Is there anything else?" ?”

The tone sounded much more normal, at least not as depressed as before, and he jumped out word by word, without that inexplicable guilt... Xia Jingzhe secretly heaved a sigh of relief, shook his head and said: "No, be careful Son, don't cut your hand like last time."

Hearing this, Zhen Xiao paused his hand holding the object, and the rustling of the plastic bag stopped suddenly, and it took a few seconds for the sound to resume.

"You don't look like an unruly young lady at all." Xia Jingzhe heard him comment softly.

"Really," the person who was praised was busy drawing the line with his head down. He canceled and redrawn a line four or five times. He didn't have much thought to give him, and the words he said seemed to be a perfunctory pet. "Then what do I look like?"

What does it look like—like a bunch of hedgehogs, a cat with a cold face, a lonely god that no one believes in, or a child dealing with dreams...any one of them is not suitable as an answer, Zhenxiao hesitated for a moment, but still shook Shaking his head, he turned and left with a bag of fruit.

He actually doesn't want Xia Jingzhe to become what he is now - the Xia Jingzhe in his memory is straightforward and enthusiastic, like a little sun who keeps exporting love, even if he has suffered social bullying from his peers, he is always enthusiastic in front of him With an overflowing appearance, he will take the initiative to hold his hand and walk towards the sun... However, everything is caused by him alone. The person he misses because of his temperament has changed drastically, and even dares to confess his confession by being drunk and honest - he is the one who wears the crime .

The guilt of leaving for a short time came back to his heart again, and he couldn't breathe like a rock.The boy's hands froze when peeling the orange, almost crushing the soft orange fruit.

He lowered his eyes to look at the orange tangled around his fingertips. After a long time, he accidentally twisted one and brought it to his mouth. After he tasted it, he frowned again.

Things like the bottleneck period, when you can’t pass it, you think your brain can’t keep up with your hand, and once you cross a certain invisible boundary, you start to think your drawing is too slow, and you can’t keep up with your brain’s flow of ideas—after all, you’re still a patient with an unhealed cold, Xia Jingzhe After burying my head in drawing two pages, my physical strength couldn't keep up, so I had to write down a few unformed brain holes for the time being, put them aside in the form of words, then reluctantly put down the pen, and leaned against the sofa to rest.

From his angle, he could just see the half-open glass door of the kitchen, and a figure was looking sideways at him, serving the fruits with his head down. It looks very pleasing to the eye.

Xia Jingzhe watched silently for a while, and felt that not only had he passed the bottleneck period of not knowing what it was, but he also had a sign of a spring of ingenuity. Wall trance.

He actually wanted to ask what happened to Zhenxiao, why it didn’t look right—he had only seen that feeling of grievance and guilt under forbearance on one occasion, and it was a childhood playmate who was keen to tease Sometimes he accidentally teases him too much, and really annoys him, and when he yells in a crying voice, a similar expression will appear on his white and tender face.

Then holding back his tears, he came to hold the corner of his clothes, apologized pitifully, and showed his kindness in one of the few ways that children... Speaking of which, when Zhen Xiao silently acted as a hot water pouring machine, it seemed that he was indeed showing his kindness .

What would he do at that time... Probably because every time he saw the other party's tears, his heart softened, and he turned around and coaxed people, and he didn't need to spend too much thought, that child was so innocent, he hugged him Hugging and stroking his head will stop the sobbing, and say in a soft voice, "Little Jingzhe, I was wrong, I dare not do it again" - of course I will dare next time, but he is a temperament that is out of date and forgets. If you reconcile, you won't take it to your heart anymore.

It's a pity that neither "hug" nor "touch the head" is applicable to the current scene.

Time has passed, and the words that he could say without burden when he was a child have long since become subtexts that cannot surface. No matter how he thinks about it, he feels awkward—it is somewhat affected by the departure of his playmates. After that incident, he seems to be less and less. He is good at opening his heart and being as frank as he was when he was a child.

"Who murdered you..." After a long time, he raised his hand to cover his eyes, leaned back, and muttered softly like a sigh, almost with a hint of abandonment in his words.

Except for the memory fragments after being drunk, he really doesn't remember when he was "violent" against the other party, even if he was drunk and unconscious, with the state of his confession at the time, he would not really do anything to make Zhenxiao feel wronged and guilty Come on...

Thinking suddenly paused, as if grasping a certain key word in a mess, and rewinding with difficulty—Xia Jingzhe slowly put down the arm covering his face, squinting his eyes from being stung by the fluorescent lamp, but forgot to look away, his thoughts Being entangled by a sudden hypothesis, he almost bit his tongue.

What if it did.

It's not like he hasn't seen cliché plots like drinking and losing morals...

Since it is guilt, it means that Zhenxiao thinks he is at fault, and he is wronged... also, with his personality, he probably won't let others slaughter him even if he is drunk. If he is taken advantage of, he will probably scold him back ...

No wonder among his few memory fragments, there is a scene that is particularly clear. It is Zhenxiao looking at him at a very close distance, with his back to the light, ambiguous and affectionate - such a posture and distance are not the result of some cross-line behavior What is the precursor.

At this moment, the cartoonist's superior brain supplement ability is revealed, which becomes the last straw that crushes the camel's camel - so the vague assumptions suddenly grow wildly, and become a concrete and well-founded scenario: Drunk and immoral Unprepared, took off his clothes and took off his belt and other "discreet" behaviors, inadvertently luring young people to make mistakes. The seduced people were also impulsive, and ate hot tofu in a hurry, and then they were severely taught. After being wronged, they felt guilty, and the second Genius is particularly depressed...

That's right, after all, he is a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. The person he likes is drunk and unconscious. This is a big challenge to reason. If he does something that will cause people to misunderstand...Xia Jingzhe Looking at the pale overhead light, his thinking was active, but his eyes gradually became dull, as if he had a complete understanding, and he had the idea of ​​letting his thoughts flow wildly.

Then another thought popped up out of my wildly growing thoughts: What if it wasn't an unintentional temptation?

What if his subconscious mind deliberately seduced him, accidentally played it off and beat him up, making Zhenxiao look so guilty—wouldn't he be a sinner.

It took Zhenxiao 10 minutes to remove the tangerines, 5 minutes to peel the bananas and cut into pieces, 10 minutes to comprehend the true meaning of peeling apples, and another 1 minute to face each other with the grapes. After a small opening, he poured cold water and put on a Band-Aid on his own, thinking that if Xia Jingzhe asked about the grapes, he would use this wound as a trick to avoid the drudgery of peeling the grapes.

——It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that his level is limited. He doesn't think that with his level of peeling an apple and only leaving half, he can successfully deal with a whole bunch of fragile grapes.

He had been tinkering in the kitchen for nearly an hour, but he never heard Xia Jingzhe's movement. He thought that the other party was obsessed with work and had some concerns before going out. When he returned to the living room, he found that Xia Jingzhe hadn't picked up a pen, and was sitting on the ground leaning against the sofa, frowning , with a particularly grim expression.

"What's the matter?" Zhen Xiao put the result of an hour's tinkering on the coffee table, and said casually, "Isn't it cold on the ground?"

When he lowered his head, he met Shang Xia Jing Zhe's deep black eyes—unprecedented complex emotions surged in his eyes, and he was startled when he saw it. Xiao, I know you are not that kind of person!"

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