Oral period

"Zhou Xiao, I know you're not that kind of person!"

After "what do you like" and "what do I look like", the level of absurdity of the question seemed to be raised to another level——Zhen Xiao took a tissue to wipe off the remaining drops of water on his hands, hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't Understanding where this endless trust came from, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "What kind of person?"

The appearance of Xia Jingzhe curled up with her knees hugged is so attractive, her chin rests on her knees, her black hair is piled up around her neck, her cheeks are illuminated by the light, she looks fair and soft , the eyes from bottom to top are also soft... Zhen Xiao's gaze swept across the tip of his nose, and the word "cute" that could be formed was overwhelmed by a heavy heart, and turned into an even more despondent guilty conscience, so he had to turn to Looking at the lowered hood of the person in front of him, he spelled the gaudy letters on the hat back and forth three or four times, suppressing the inappropriate desire to touch in his heart.

The instigator caught his guilty conscience, and "by mistake" confirmed his conjecture, and his ears burned a little. He subconsciously raised his hand and tugged at the brim of his hat, and habitually hid himself in a cloud of shadows. She concealed her embarrassment with her repulsive sharpness, and remembered that this method was not suitable for Zhenxiao, so she had to put down her hands again, expressing her attitude in a tone that she thought was impeccable, objective and gentle: "I mean, I know you are not That kind of person who takes advantage of others... Cough, even if you did something, it must be half of the reason for me, don't blame yourself too much..."

The subtle self-blame was punctured. Although the other party did not explain the reason, it still surprised Zhenxiao—he was not stupid enough to think that Xia Jingzhe had recognized his identity and decided to forgive him. He said it so calmly, but he couldn't think of what the other party was talking about for a while, and when his thoughts sank, he became a little confused.

He lowered his gaze, walked to the sofa and sat down as if nothing had happened. He felt that the position of the two of them, one high and the other low, was a bit weird, and then slid down the sofa, sitting cross-legged on the ground together, at right angles to Xia Jingzhe across the tea table, not Observing his expression calmly, he forced himself to calm down and said, "What did I do?"

Xia Jingzhe seemed to be more confused than he was. He opened his mouth when he heard the words, but before he could say anything, his cheeks turned a little red - he was born fair, and a little bit of emotion was easy to show on his face. In a sense, it was in line with his nature The same frankness - cleared his throat, and played Tai Chi with him: "You know what you did, and you still have the nerve to ask me..."

"..." That reaction was at least not like the anger of being betrayed and deceived for a long time, but rather like a girl from a good family being teased by her sweetheart, blushing and wanting to refuse...

Zhen Xiao was silent for a moment, not sure whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or immediately take the blame and plead guilty. After analyzing the situation rationally, he still felt that it was not appropriate to be frank about the past at this time. If Xia Jingzhe drove him out in a fit of anger, he would sleep on the street ——But I really can't figure out what the other party is complaining about with a blushing face. How come he forgave him like a sage who said "I understand everything". I feel that the most tricky and obscure reading comprehension is nothing more than that, and the answer depends on the paper. People decide, the right time and place are indispensable.

"Sorry," he had no choice but to succumb first, while concealing selfish temptations and ruling out the most unfavorable option, "You...remember?"

"...No," Xia Jingzhe shook his head, and picked up the pen to cover up, but found that the tablet computer had long been out of power, and put it down embarrassingly, rolling the pen holder back and forth against the table, with a low voice, "I can't remember, drink a piece of paper I just remember that you looked at me at that time, the distance was very close..."

Fortunately, Zhen Xiao is a person who fills in the blanks all the year round and gets perfect marks all the year round. In a few words, he heard what he didn't say. After a moment, he felt the scar on his forehead throbbing painfully: "I—"

"It's all right," Xia Jingzhe took a sip of water, interrupted him desperately, and added, "It's human nature, after all, it's my fault for being drunk—uh, I won't ask you what you did, Let’s turn this matter over.”

Since he was convicted of his crimes in his own words, those who didn't know thought he had really done something...

Zhen Xiao looked at the opening and closing lips, and felt that if he continued to let go, the other party might say something more inexplicable, such as "I know you regard me as his substitute"—even though he didn't know it. At that time, Xia Jingzhe had already seen through the clumsy trick of the so-called stand-in - he had no choice but to rub his forehead and ask helplessly: "What are you thinking?"

"what?"

Seeing Xia Jingzhe's bewildered expression, he still couldn't hold back, and reached out to touch his head through the hood - the coat was soft and felt as good as he imagined.

"What do you think I did?" Then he withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, propped his chin, pushed the plate of fruit that had been left out for a long time between the two of them, and fed a piece of fruit to Xia Jingzhe like a small animal. Cold, but tinged with a faint smile, "Didn't you dress well when you woke up? What were you thinking?"

Xia Jingzhe blinked her eyes, a small piece of her cheek was pushed up by an apple, and her speech was also vague: "Then why have you been out of your mind all this time, as if you committed a crime..."

It turned out to be worried about him.

I thought I was always in a state of expressionlessness, and those emotions were well concealed, but I didn't expect Xia Jingzhe to be more sensitive than he imagined, just like when he was a child, he could see the depression that he had hidden so well at a glance...

It should be said that there has been no progress over the years, or that the other party's intuition is too foul—Zhen Xiao thought silently, then fed him another banana, and unconsciously softened his tone: "I didn't, I just didn't sleep all night. , a little tired."

Xia Jingzhe pursed her lips and refused to be fed, with a stern and suspicious expression: "Really?"

"real."

"Then why are you...looking at me like that?"

If the topic of intuition continues like this, there will be a high probability that he will turn to "like it or not" and "why don't you say if you like it" that he can't face, Zhen Xiao retracts his hand, innocently: "When did I see you? "

Could it be that it was also a dream... Xia Jingzhe was stunned for a moment, speechless, but his ears hidden in the hood became more and more hot, which made him couldn't help raising his hands and rubbing them vigorously to regain some leeway: "No, then why are you wronged?"

Now that the matter has come to this, Zhen Xiao knows how to shut him up, she raised her eyes to look at him, and skillfully raised that expressionless innocent face: "I've been tossing me all night, and I won't give up until I see someone, Don't you feel wronged..."

Forced to recall the embarrassing past after being drunk, Xia Jingzhe choked up, his throat became more and more feverish, but he still felt doubtful, so he simply asked without confidence: "Then why are you so kind to me all of a sudden?"

He once asked similar words, and in a sense, he felt that it was appropriate and appropriate—the last time Zhen Xiao remembered something from his childhood, and he was full of guilt for being unstable, so that he acted too much " Normal", he felt strange; this time, after he confessed drunkenly, he pretended to be ignorant, and his guilt increased exponentially, and he clumsily tried to make up for it but couldn't find a way, which instead aroused unrestrained suspicion.

It's a pity that when facing Zhenxiao, he is rarely the more sober one.

Just like the night is quiet now, they are sitting in the narrow gap between the sofa and the coffee table in the same awkward way. The young man is tall and has long legs, no matter how he looks at it, he feels a little wronged, but each of them is unaware of it, and all his attention is on each other—— Zhen Xiao was more aggrieved than him, she had to lean on the coffee table and bend slightly to maintain her balance, but her expression was as calm as usual, she propped her chin and tilted her head to look at him, not too far away, only seeing him.

The cold-colored light fell silently, shattered by the forehead hair, flitting past the unclear shadows and casting it into his eyes, with warmth, like a smile but not at all.

Those eyes were so focused that in the silence of everything, he almost read the answer in those black jade-like pupils - "Because I like you".

However, in the next second, the light flickered, and it was the blink of the sweetheart's eyelashes, which disturbed a pool of ambiguous spring water. When he regained consciousness, the answer to the question had already reached his ears. meal ticket."

fraud.

Xia Jingzhe suddenly looked away, and realized that her heart was beating hopelessly, and the spikes all over her body were almost erected, her tone was cold, but her words were embarrassing: "Don't look at me like that."

He claims that he is not a face-controller. He has met many people, and there are not a few good-looking ones. However, Zhenxiao has been an exception from the beginning. In the words of his young editor who has known him for many years, "It's almost like In terms of his aesthetics"——When you look at each other and hate each other, you will lose your temper because of the other's eyes, not to mention that you are sincere now, and you are alone in the dead of night...

After all, he is also a young boy of eighteen or nineteen years old.

As if seeing his gaffe, Zhen Xiao obediently withdrew his supernatural powers, reached out to pat his thorns, and consciously changed the topic: "Isn't it a fan urging you to change, is the painting finished?"

"Well, it will be posted almost tomorrow." Xia Jingzhe was still uncomfortable, poked two pieces of slightly oxidized apples to cover his mouth, and said in a muffled voice, "It's the homework for the long vacation..."

"It's all done for you."

"what?"

Zhen Xiao pointed to a small stack of test papers on the edge of the coffee table: "It's finished, you have nothing to do in the few days before you come back, oh, I also took a look at your previous test papers and summarized the basic questions that you often make mistakes After a while, the problem-solving ideas are organized in the draft book, and there are also the positions of the textbooks corresponding to the knowledge points of science and comprehensive knowledge. You can look at it before the next exam--English and Chinese are fine, I think you are doing well."

Is this the extracurricular life of a top student...

Xia Jingzhe was in awe, and even forgot about the uneasiness about the rapid heartbeat before, reached out and reached for the draft he was talking about, glanced hastily, unbelievable: "So many?!"

Zhen Xiao was very pleased with his reaction, nodded, and took the opportunity to feed a piece of orange, smiling without saying a word.

A draft book with dozens of pages written by hand. The handwriting is correct and elegant. It is not the kind that Zhen Xiao usually scribbled when helping him with his homework. There are pictures next to many topics, which do not look handwritten. - Xia Jingzhe turned the pages silently for a while, swallowed a piece of too sweet orange, then cleared his throat, and asked numbly: "Do all of you schoolmasters take notes like this?"

This is the first time he has felt so clearly and intuitively the fact that "Zhenxiao's brain is actually very useful" - think about it carefully, this person's skills that should have been allocated to social skills and self-care skills are all on the spot In terms of learning, it is actually quite scary.

The scary person shook his head, and said calmly: "I don't take notes very much. I was forced to write questions when I was a child. Later, I began to reject writing. I usually write it down, or look at it to understand... but I was hit on the head twice. I almost forgot what I remembered.”

No wonder he had his workbook spread out in front of him during the opening ceremony, but he seldom did calculations. It took him half a day to fill in an answer, and he still had time to distract himself and look at the people next to him.

Xia Jingzhe thought of his half-dead appearance when he was doing homework, and suddenly felt guilty: "Then you still copy those homework for me, and this..."

"Two different things," Zhen Xiao looked at him and said, "Speaking of...you just said that I seemed to have committed a crime, and there was indeed a crime."

Xia Jingzhe raised her head: "What?"

"Is the interview over?"

He had long forgotten the matter of collecting materials, and he was in a complicated mood when he was cutting the fruit, and he finished eating the sweet potatoes and snacks on the table by himself, and he was a little full now—Xia Jingzhe nodded, a little embarrassed: "It's over .”

In the next second, his vision dimmed, and he was pulled into an abrupt but warm embrace. The hand holding the draft book froze in mid-air. The book was scattered along with the test papers contained in it, spread out on the corner of the coffee table.

Covered by the hood, he couldn't see the other person's expression clearly. He only knew that the hands around his back were not exerting any force, but more like a restrained comfort.

"When you were called back that day," he heard Zhenxiao's voice muffled into his ears through the fabric, as if covered with a layer of soft warmth, "I should hug you for a while."

This is the guilt of the previous stage - before Xia Jingzhe got drunk and said he liked him, his guilt was pure bitterness, pointing to a hug.

The person who was suddenly hugged by him seemed to be stunned for a long time, and the tense shoulders gradually relaxed, then slowly lowered his head, like a child who had found a satisfactory answer, and gave a soft "hmm".

No worries

I have been ill recently + I am busy in real life, and the two books are updated together, so I may not be able to do daily updates like last month (you can write faster but the quality will drop, this book has been edited for a long time, everyone knows it ), try to update [-] words a week after recovering from illness, I hope you have fun!