Oral period

"Information?"

"Well," Zhenxiao handed the phone to Xia Jingzhe, motioned him to look at the message in the center of the screen, and briefly explained, "They agreed to rehearse at the Children's Palace on the last day of the long vacation, but the class teacher found out about it this afternoon This incident was then told to the parents, and now it seems to be making a big fuss."

Xia Jingzhe glanced at him, not interested, but frowned when looking at him, reached out and twirled the tail of his hair that was stuck in a strand of water, and rubbed it twice gently: "After washing your hair, hurry up Blow dry, aren't you afraid of having a headache tomorrow?"

The topic changed suddenly, Zhen Xiao froze for a moment, looked at his shoulder-length black hair, and subconsciously wanted to refute "my hair is not that long, so I can dry it naturally", and then reluctantly swallowed it back under the gaze of the other party, Replace it with the sentence "Where is the hair dryer".

"Bathroom, on the shelf by the door." He had the experience of knocking down the shelf after taking a shower, and now he moved the metal shelf to a safe place at the door.

Zhen Xiao nodded, got up and left quite obediently, and came back a few minutes later with an extra hair dryer in his hand - Xia Jingzhe couldn't figure out what he was thinking before he decided to go back to the bedroom to blow his hair, but he didn't bother Careful, he put his phone that had already been turned off on the bedside table, pulled the quilt away and got into bed.

"Don't you watch it?" Zhen Xiao raised his eyebrows and pointed to his mobile phone - he thought that Xia Jingzhe would be somewhat interested in the affairs of the class, even if he was gloating from the perspective of a bystander.

"Too lazy to read," Xia Jingzhe leaned against the corner formed by the head of the bed and the wall, leaned on the pillow, casually picked up a comic book next to the pillow, and read it, with a calm tone, "Arguing and arguing are all about fighting, and I don't have the guts to go into it." It would be foolish to confront the head teacher."

Zhen Xiao choked, and tried calmly, "...What about you?"

"Huh?" Xia Jingzhe raised his eyelids and looked at him lazily.

He was wearing a loose black long-sleeved pajamas, his hair was loosely scattered behind his head, perhaps because he just took a shower, he looked a little more lazy than usual, like a cat nestled in the corner of the bed, with a smile floating on his face. A light layer of red, steamed by the heat, from the nose, across the lower edge of the eyelids to the auricles, gradually deepens, and finally presents a heart-wrenching richness.

Zhen Xiao pursed his lips and looked away, remembering that he was taking a shower after the other party, and when he entered the bathroom, the mist was steaming, and the faucet stayed on the high temperature setting—he seemed to be used to bathing with hot water.

It was quite embarrassing to be caught by the look of his sweetheart without knowing what to say. After a few seconds, he remembered his original intention, cleared his throat, and asked again: "If it was you, would you confront the head teacher?"

"Maybe," Xia Jingzhe seemed to think seriously for a while before replying, "Depending on your mood, if you can't stand it, you might become that early bird."

An answer that fits his personality well.

Zhen Xiao nodded, didn't say anything else, sat down at the table and plugged in the hair dryer, and seriously dried his hair according to his wishes.

This is actually a very novel experience for him. In his impression, he only had a little boy’s "mushroom head" for a while before he was about ten years old. After that, he was busy with his studies for a long time. His mother thought that He shouldn't have wasted his hair on grooming, so he kept his hair short all the time, and he could just wipe it dry after taking a shower. Of course, he didn't need a hair dryer.

Until the accident on the eve of the college entrance examination, he broke away from his mother's shackles, and he had no concept of taking care of himself. In addition, he had a scar on his forehead, so he simply let his hair grow—it just grew naturally for four months. The drooping hair almost pierced the eyes, and he never thought about trimming it, or he thought about it occasionally when he was doing the problem. He grabbed it on the top of his head and rubbed it in a mess. The hard hair would rise up and no longer block the view, so It wasn't long before he forgot about it again.

Fortunately, that face could support his hairstyle, otherwise, no matter how good his grades were, probably not so many girls would come to ask him questions.

A summer has passed in four months, and the weather is hot enough. After washing and wiping the hair, it will dry quickly and naturally, not to the extent of using a hair dryer. It is one thing to be cold now, but Xia Jingzhe's request is another. It's the same thing, as for the reason that prompted him to sit down and study the hair dryer, the latter accounted for about 90.00%.

The muffled wind sounded, Xia Jingzhe looked up, and saw him holding the hair dryer swaying indiscriminately, the long thread was wrapped around his arm without knowing it, his expression was innocent, as if he was only entangled in wool The cat couldn't help laughing, and his voice was trembling: "Pillow Xiao..."

The cat that was entangled in the wool turned to look at him, and seemed to be a little distressed, and it was self-evident to ask for help.

That blank and pitiful look suddenly coincided with the watery gaze of the little boy in his memory, which made his heart soften, and his teasing words fell silent.Xia Jingzhe put down the manga, got up and pulled the slippers and walked behind him, took the buzzing culprit from his hand, and said with a smile, "Let me do it."

The boy sat up straight, and obediently raised his head to let him blow - from his angle, he couldn't see Zhenxiao's expression clearly, only that the long black eyelashes trembled faintly under his messy hair, the bridge of his nose was straight, and the pinnae of his ears were blown by the hot wind. Some redness.

When he clearly blocked those eyes, he should have an aggressive look, but from a bird's-eye view, he looked very obedient.

Xia Jingzhe lowered his gaze, moved the air outlet a little farther, combed it with his fingers, and patiently let go of his tangled messy hair, then used two fingers to pick up a bunch, muttering softly: "It's a bit long..."

I don't know how Zhenxiao caught his voice from the sound of the wind, and gave a somewhat puzzled "hmm".

"I said, your hair is a bit long," he raised his voice, and while blowing his hair with his wrists like a pet, he said, "You have time to cut it some other day, or do you want to be like me? Stay long and tie it up?"

In fact, not everyone has his cool and soft appearance, which is suitable for long hair.Zhen Xiao looked up at him, and quickly imagined that she had tied up a lock of hair like him, and then quickly gave up, shaking her head decisively: "Forget it."

However, a strange thought popped into his mind - he was thinking that when Xia Jingzhe loosened his hair, the end of his hair would hang into his collar and block his neck, and if it was occasionally tied up or lifted up by someone, A slender and fair neck will be revealed, with the bones at the back of the neck protruding slightly. If you kiss it and use some strength to leave marks, this sensitive and ticklish person will probably not be able to stand it...

Is it because I am looking forward to the upcoming bed with you, why have I been thinking about something inexplicable all night.

He took a deep breath, bit the tip of his tongue to suppress the faint burning throbbing in his heart, and put back the appearance of a well-behaved exhibit, warning himself to be less imaginative, otherwise he might as well go out and sleep on the sofa—if he had known, he would have Take your own initiative to learn the knowledge of "engaging in color", at least a blank sheet of paper, and the imagination will not be so specific.

Xia Jingzhe was unaware of the vulgar imagination of the 19-year-old teenager. He quickly got rid of his half-dried hair and rubbed his hands twice. Then he put down the hair dryer and planned to leave: "Okay, let's go to sleep."

In the next second, someone grabbed the corner of his clothes, Zhen Xiao turned around, hugged his waist without warning, and buried his face in front of his waist and abdomen by standing and sitting, without speaking or moving , just bowed his head and hugged it, like a large dog with a fluffy tail.

Xia Jingzhe was stunned, and pressed the instinct to fight back, only to realize that the arms around his waist were tightly hugged, and he might not be able to break free, Zhenxiao's hair rubbed against the delicate flesh between his waist and abdomen through the soft fabric. The skin is a little itchy.

"What's wrong?" He rolled his Adam's apple, and asked softly after a few seconds.

Zhen Xiao sniffed the faint smell of shower gel on his body, and found that she couldn't explain it—he used to hug each other so endlessly when he was a child. There was no other reason, but he just liked Xia Jingzhe purely, liked his body temperature and hug Feeling the touch, I unconsciously want to rub against him and act like a baby.

It's just the reason I was able to say openly when I was a child, but now it's a bit like a hooligan.

So he could only slowly loosen the hand that imprisoned the other party, and gave a reason in an awkward tone, which even sounded absurd to himself: "The hot wind is blowing on the face, it's uncomfortable."

The voice was muffled in the fabric, a little vague.

Xia Jingzhe was so excited by his breathing that his back stiffened, and he felt that a small cluster of fire was ignited where the breath fell, and there was a faint tendency to spread into the limbs and bones, and the voice was not so natural, but more like a counterattack: " how old are you……"

"Nineteen." It could be nine years old—Zhen Xiao thought silently, let go of him, and quickly returned to a normal expressionless face, but his eyes avoided intentionally or unintentionally, "I'm sleepy, go to sleep... What time does it start tomorrow?"

In fact, it is already past zero, and it should be called "today".Xia Jingzhe rubbed his slightly burning ears, went back to the bed and sat down, thought for a moment, and said: "If you go there, it will take about an hour by subway, and you are here, so I won't let the driver take you there. You go back to my house, pack up and change your clothes...it's ten o'clock, get up and have an early lunch before going out."

Zhen Xiao was stunned: "Change clothes?"

"Well, dress more formally." Realizing that the person in front of me probably has never worn a formal dress before, Xia Jingzhe paused, and added, "I need to dress more formally to help Chen make up the scene. I didn't seem to have As I mentioned to you, her parents are divorced, and her relationship with the family is not very good. There are not many relatives and friends attending the wedding. I was prejudiced in the past, and she helped me a lot when I first started drawing comics, and getting married is a major event in life, and it is also my duty to help, so you don’t have to dress too formally, but..."

"But what?" Zhen Xiao met his gaze with a faint feeling of bad premonition.

"However, if you dress too casually, you won't be able to sit at the main table with me," Xia Jingzhe smiled apologetically, "When the time comes, find a remote place to settle you down. If you can't grab food, just bear with me." Shinobu, I'll take you to supper after the wedding."

It made him look like a child with no strength to restrain a chicken... Zhen Xiao didn't care about whether he could eat enough, and all his attention fell on the first half of his sentence, and he unconsciously imagined that he had left Xia Jingzhe and was alone. Sitting among a group of strangers, or even eating around a table, the feeling of repulsion suddenly arises, and she categorically refuses: "No."

Xia Jingzhe raised her eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"...all people I don't know," Zhen Xiao cleared his throat, lifted the quilt, occupied a small space beside the bed as before, and seemed determined to stay away from him, "I can be with you... Support the scene?"

"Okay, she will be happy." Xia Jingzhe, who is also a social fear person, quickly understood what he meant, patted him on the shoulder in relief, and lay down side by side, "Then go to bed early , the light is on your side, turn it off."

Then the bed was rustled for a while, and the field of vision suddenly darkened—this time the curtains were drawn tightly, and the temperature was colder. Fortunately, the quilt was thick, and the two shared a single bed. Although they were careful to avoid touching each other, No one feels cold either.

Xia Jingzhe's cold is still not healed, and he struggled to paint for a whole day during the day, and he didn't notice it when he was addicted to work. Now that he relaxes, he feels a little dizzy when he touches the pillow, and he acted like a spoiled child when he was hugged by Zhenxiao not long ago I was so excited that I couldn't help thinking wildly, a few thoughts in my mind turned like a Rubik's cube, turning around and turning into a colorful mosaic, and then gradually sank into the same colorful and chaotic dream - I didn't even have much time to think about it The fact of "sleeping in the same bed with someone I like".

On the contrary, Zhenxiao suffered from insomnia.

Realizing that the breathing of the person next to the pillow was gradually steady, he finally dared to open his eyes, and carefully turned his head to look at Xia Jingzhe - the other person turned his back to him, lowered his head, and almost tucked himself into the quilt, as if he was already fast asleep .

The curtains were not thick, and the insomnia light from the commercial street outside the window faintly came in and fell on him, faintly outlining the outline of his neck. that bone of...

As a result, the imaginary picture and the reality suddenly coincided, slamming into the eyes of the young man, and his heart beat chaotically, and became hopelessly rapid.

How old is it - 19 years old.

Cranky age, reckless and impulsive age, untimely psychology.

If you really bite...

After a long time, Zhen Xiao lowered his gaze, and softly called out in a self-deceiving, low-pitched voice: "Xia Jingzhe..."

There was no response, only the sound of longer and longer breathing, fueling his deception.

So he propped himself up, approached lightly, brushed away those strands of messy hair as gently as he imagined, then bent down, and kissed the young man's fair neck, which was so gentle that it was almost pious .

After all, he still didn't bite down, he wanted to leave a mark, but he was even more afraid of disturbing the other party - disturbing this overly perfect dream.After staying for a short while, he silently retreated contentedly and lay back on the bed, but he was a little closer to Xia Jingzhe than before.

In a blank mind, a bright moon quietly emerged, and then the stars were shining, quietly and illogically sprinkled all over the sky.

No worries

always sweet when calm