Oral period

"It seems that the air conditioner can't be turned on." Xia Jingzhe went back and forth between the air conditioner panel and the switch a few times, turning his head apologetically, "I'm not sure what's going on, I didn't expect to come here..."

Zhen Xiao was still swiping his phone idly, when he heard this, he looked up at him with a calm expression: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of the cold."

Xia Jingzhe glanced at the thin quilts piled up in the corner of the sofa, and remembered that he stayed overnight at Xu Qing's house on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. This person also slept in his clothes and didn't grab the quilts from him. He felt a little guilty: "But the weather forecast said that the temperature will drop at night. , it's only less than ten degrees, what if you catch a cold too, tomorrow you have to go to Chen Bian's wedding."

Zhen Xiao likes the gentle and unknowing concern mixed in his words, like a cat with a bad temper, occasionally encountering a shower, and licking the cat owner with a stinky face like licking fur—— Thinking about it, I couldn't help curling the corners of my mouth, and comforted him casually: "Catching a cold doesn't affect my normal life, and I'm not you."

What he said was true. He had received extreme education from his mother since he was a child. Even if he was so burned that he couldn't open his eyes, he still had to go to school on time, and wrote piles of exercises that did not match his age. There was no room for relaxation.

So much so that he was used to a life where no one cared about him. After repeating his studies, he met Xia Jingzhe, and realized that sick and injured people can actually rest, and there will be people cursing and treating his wounds for him, and taking him aside as a wounded person. flattered.

"What's wrong with me?" Xia Jingzhe raised her eyebrows, "Isn't it because I slept a little longer, or because of a hangover, I'm almost healed now."

"Well, you are the best." Zhen Xiao put down the phone, suddenly remembered something, and said again, "If you are really worried about me, let me sleep with you, and share half of the quilt with me, how about it?"

This is what Xia Jingzhe should say in his eyes—but once he is out of the play, he will be very stiff when he re-enters the play, with various worries hidden in his heart, so that his tone is not as vicious as before, unconsciously Soft down, it seems like some kind of inquiry from the heart.

Fortunately, the acting skills are good, and the person who was "deceived" didn't notice this subtle abnormality, thinking that he had finally returned to normal, and he was relieved, thinking that he would cheer him up by hugging him. Easy to deal with, just like a child.

After thinking about it for a while, I realized what he said just now, and the comfort in my heart was suddenly replaced by shaking—it wasn't the first time I slept together, hugged, and even left tooth marks on each other. However, the three words "sleeping together" smashed into his heart, but it still made him suddenly stunned, and his imagination blossomed.

Zhen Xiao caught a glimpse of his contradictory expression, glanced at the slightly pursed and relaxed lips that suddenly glowed brightly, raised her brows slightly, and said before him: "I'm just joking, don't grab the quilt with the patient— — Go to bed early and leave me alone.”

There was no smile in his eyes when he was "joking" before, but now he smiled abruptly, the corners of his eyes were bent a little, his dark jade-like pupils were half covered by the eyelashes, and the smile in his eyes was clear and lingering, making the distance between the two suddenly abrupt. draw closer.

This is his unique gentleness, which Xia Jingzhe has seen before - in a not-so-distant dream.

"...Come in and sleep." Dazed for a moment, Xia Jingzhe lowered his eyes and said softly, "The quilt is very wide, two people can cover it."

But the bed is a single bed, and there is only one pillow. Even in the cold night, ambiguous behaviors such as "huddling together for warmth" should not appear between them.

Zhen Xiao also seemed to be stunned for a moment, but she didn't pretend to refuse anymore, watching him hurried towards the bedroom as if fleeing, and after a long time, she picked up the phone again, thinking that she should take a shower earlier, lest Xia Jingzhe regret it later, and said Say something like "how about I give you the quilt and we sleep separately".

The belated hug last night seemed to have dispelled some of the stiff atmosphere between them, and it was a well-timed and clever reason, and as long as he put on the troublesome persona as before, it seemed that he had never heard of the other party being drunk and lingering. After one night of "I like you", they can get along normally...Is that so?

It seems that the answer of all rational analysis points to "yes", but this time, intuition prevailed, and a voice in the dark told him, no, no.

Quantitative changes will eventually lead to qualitative changes, and the twists and turns that have been experienced cannot be regarded as nothing because they are finally resolved. One day he will face a punishment, confess the mistakes he made when he was a child, and look directly at the hidden dangers under the calm Emotions... He was just trying to maintain a short period of peace after another, and the peace would eventually be broken, and there was nothing he could do.

The messages on the phone screen were still beating fast, and within a few minutes of their conversation, dozens of messages had been added unconsciously—he unlocked it and took a look, and found that most of them came from that class group, while the other few came from Qi Shasha, the girl whose retina was damaged after being beaten by their homeroom teacher, was transferred away and has been suspended since then.

"She gave my family a sum of money at the time. I don't know how much it was, but my parents still owed a lot of debt to treat my eyes... It shouldn't be much money."

"But my younger brother is only in the first year of high school. She said that if we pursue it further, my younger brother will not be able to study..."

"Only the diagnostic certificate was found and I took a picture"

"Will she really be punished? I dream..."

At the bottom of the screen, there is a photo displayed in black and white, which seems to have been taken in a hurry.

He clicked on the photo, saved it, browsed carefully for a long time, recorded the effective information in the note one by one, and read the note that had been written for a long time from beginning to end—after doing all this, he switched the page back In the chat window, staring at the other party's last question.

True, he didn't have an answer.

All of what he did, whether it was collecting evidence or spying on the details, was not purely for the purpose of fighting injustice, and there was a very vulgar selfishness hidden in it - he is not Xia Jingzhe, he does not have so much sense of justice, and he will not isolate himself People who want to realize their wishes will not be willing to suffer from stalking in order to protect people they have never met. In the end, they are just a monster with weak empathy and rationality bordering on indifference. To rectify his name, he didn't even bother to do it.

If Xia Jingzhe rejected the evidence in the end, maybe he would disband the group, delete friends, and pretend nothing happened.

Just like he would contact Xia Jingzhe's former teacher, inquire about the information of those gangsters, and after the dust settled, he would turn around and take revenge on Xia Jingzhe's former roommates, and even find out who spread the rumors and clean them up preparation.

Even if Xia Jingzhe hadn't said that "controlling violence with violence is one of the most stupid things", he might have found those fly-like stalkers a long time ago, and chose to fight before going to the hospital or prison together.

No one taught him the so-called morality, and he didn't cherish his talent, feathers or future. Many things other than learning were formed after meeting Xia Jingzhe, and they naturally revolved around Xia Jingzhe and surpassed him. On top of innate rationality - things that are beneficial to Xia Jingzhe are worth doing, and things that are harmful to Xia Jingzhe should be eradicated, and this has been the case since childhood.

In contrast, maybe he is the irrational one.

Fortunately, after being together day and night for more than a month, his originally blank empathy window was more or less forced by the other party, allowing him to find a reasonable answer after a short trance, instead of replying in a daze. I don't know either."

"Well, if someone is willing to stand up,"——the boy lowered his eyes and said word by word, "I think someone will stand up."

The moonlight is cold, silently peeking at the absurd world.

Fortunately, the moon can't speak, so it can't expose his ordinary selfishness.

He put down his phone, looked at the moon outside the window, and remembered that one night when he lived in school, Xia Jingzhe finished his comics, went to the roof to take a rest, crossed one leg and sat on the highest high platform in the school, with the light on his shoulder The school uniform moves around, and the silhouette is sharp and clear outlined by the moonlight - he will bite a lollipop used to replace tobacco, squint his eyes slightly, and observe the old sculpture by the distant street lights, in the pile of Looking for the black envelope that might exist among the books, the half-length hair is scattered and picked up by the wind, much like the corners or feathers of the imaginary gods.

Xia Jingzhe seems to have been like this since he was a child. He has no scruples and is free and easy. He will sit on the wall of his house in the night, and lead him to escape with a smile. It was a delicious candy that he tasted by chance, and he knocked on his window in the middle of the night—it was the second floor, and he never figured out how Xia Jingzhe climbed up. Maybe he is really a god and can really fly.

It's not that there are no worries, the first time I met him, I was isolated by the children next door, and before I met him the second time, I was hurt by him who left without saying goodbye when I was a child...But those worries are well hidden under the bright smile, if Xia Jingzhe didn't want to reveal it, so no one could find out.

He is such a carefree little fairy, but now because he has fallen into the mortal world, he will get drunk to express his love, because of his rare depression and distraction, he has such entanglements and becomes afraid to treat others sincerely , put on a sharp protective shell...

——He is a sinner, there is no sin...

"Zhouxiao?" The young man's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting his gloomy, muddy confession, "Are you taking a bath? If you don't, I'll go first."

He came back to his senses suddenly, only to realize that it was nearly ten o'clock, and more than ten minutes had passed since he replied to Qi Shasha's message.

"You go first," he had long forgotten the previous little calculation, and his tone was unnatural, but fortunately Xia Jingzhe didn't notice, "I have...some other things."

The news in the class group has accumulated to 99+, and the group chat created by him is also very lively, it seems that it is inseparable from the class teacher.