Oral period

Perhaps because the last memory before falling asleep was too perfect, Zhenxiao had a rare good dream, and the phone beside the pillow rang several alarm clocks but did not hear it. In the end, it was Xia Jingzhe who woke up first, caught between him and the wall. In between, a dilemma.

After sleeping until he woke up naturally, Xia Jingzhe didn't feel like getting up, but felt cold, curled up in the quilt for a long time and woke up, only to find that a thick quilt was almost all piled up on him, and the pillow was only divided into one corner— — This person was lying on the edge of the bed, and could fall if he turned over. No matter how cramped he looked, he was sleeping peacefully.

In fact, today is more than a star and a half warmer than last night, the sun shines through the thin curtains, it is obviously a sunny day, but Xia Jingzhe saw his pitiful appearance, his heart softened a bit, the whole person woke up, with a subtle feeling Apologetically, he tore off the quilt and wrapped the sleeping boy tightly, with only one head exposed.

This person is quite a gentleman sometimes, and he doesn't cross the line at all when it's time to keep his limits. He's quite likable——he stared at his sweetheart's peaceful sleeping face, thinking silently.

The alarm clock rang several times, but he still didn't want to get up. He touched his mobile phone and sent a message to the nanny who hadn't been in contact with him for a long time, saying that he would bring a friend home for dinner at noon, and help to start a fire - this would save some takeaway meals With time, he will be able to stay for a while more confidently, watching the people around him in a daze.

Strange to say, he and Zhenxiao have been together day and night for more than a month, but they rarely have the opportunity to observe each other so carefully. When they are awake, they are either noisy or tired of seeing each other, or they are enlightened and have ghosts in their hearts, so they dare not look at each other. The opponent's face stays too much.

When he closed his eyes like this, Zhen Xiao's bone structure was actually sharper than he had imagined, it was the kind of upright, distant sharpness, it was hard to imagine that he was a gentle and vicious person inside.

Due to occupational diseases, when he looks at a person, he always looks at the outline of the other person first, from the bridge of the nose to the jawbone, and then details such as the tip of the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes.In reality, there are very few people who fit his aesthetics so well, as if every inch of outline was created just right, and even gave him an absurd illusion for a time, mistakenly thinking that the other party came out of a comic - that is, if he was really born in a comic , his good-looking high-cold academic bully will probably be very popular.

He is quite popular in reality, although he has a dead face, but there are still girls who come here to ask questions every now and then, and he doesn't pay much attention to his studies, and his grades may not be as good as that of a manga drawer, but he is able to answer questions well. Diligent—but it has been less recently, probably because I was frightened by this person's low EQ reaction.

He also remembered that when people pestered him with questions, Zhen Xiao always had a blank expression on his face, and looked at him cooperatively. After listening to the series of polite words, he didn't know whether he was really patient or just wandering—in all likelihood, it was later. or the subject——then calmly spit out a few words, expressly indicating that the other party did not listen to the class, or the topic was too simple, to expose the meaning of those drunkards who were not drinking.

Sometimes he will answer seriously, provided that his deskmate does not show obvious irritability, and the person who asks the question is sincerely asking for advice, like a pet he has tamed invisibly, watching his face and acting, only reluctantly when he acquiesces. Accept feeding from strangers.

So sometimes he can't tell the difference, wondering whether Zhenxiao is really unreasonable or pretending to be stupid, he knows everything in his heart, but he doesn't say it, and follows his mind that can't be said.

Maybe two and a half, when I'm stupid, I'm really stupid, when I'm smart, I'm really smart, I can hand in the paper an hour early and still get full marks in the exam, and I can get tangled up in the hair dryer cord... He lightly changed it. Posture, moving the numb arms, letting such and such fragments flash back one by one in my mind, I can't get around the word pillow, and I feel satisfied after thinking about it.

We've only known each other for a month, but it seems like we've been together for a long time.

It wasn't until the last alarm clock he set rang, and when it was time to get up, that he rubbed his sore eyes, sat up, and started to wake people up.

When he used to sleep on bunk beds in the dormitory, his method of calling Zhen Xiao was always very simple and rude. He stretched out his arms and grabbed the person on the upper bunk and shook them, cursing and waking them up. Unexpectedly, the times are changing now. There was actually a day when he was willing to endure his temper, and the tone of calling the other party's name made him feel numb for a while.

"Hmm..." The half-dream and half-awake person frowned, opened his eyelids reluctantly, and quickly raised his arms to block it, as if being stabbed by the sun, and answered vaguely, but obviously looked down. In seconds, he was about to sink back into the shameless appearance in his dream.

It was exactly the same as a certain playmate in childhood, but that one was even more aggressive, and softly leaned over to hug him, entangled him like an octopus, and was surprisingly strong. He hadn't learned judo at that time. Can't break free——I can't break free, and when I move a little, I can hear pitiful crying from my arms, and I call him "Little Jingzhe" in a strong nasal voice, with the feeling of clinging like a coquettish child when I just woke up, making him cry immediately. Losing my temper, I can only pet the other person awkwardly, until the other person has enough hugs before I get up with my messy hair...

However, in the next second, as if to let him swallow the breath of relief, suddenly there was an extra hand on his waist——Zhen Xiao turned over as if avoiding the bright light, and then hugged his waist Rubbing to his side, and hugging him in such a daze, the skill is unbelievable.

Xia Jingzhe sucked in a breath of cold air, the hair all over his body exploded, but he was bound by his arms and couldn't move. It was like a hot time bomb was stuffed in his arms, but inside the bomb was sweet orange syrup. It will explode, overflow and expand, and submerge him alive.

What the hell.

Is he dreaming?

Who the hell didn't wake up...

The hair he had blown out with his own hands last night was now in a mess under the pillow, and the fluffy hair was rubbing against his chest. It was exactly the same as the distant memory of childhood. The only difference was that the octopus didn't call his name. Occasionally, he made a vague breathing sound, full of water vapor, with a deep and sexy feeling unique to this age, between a youth and a teenager, and it attacked his eardrums dully.

He was probably unconscious, and his thoughts were in a mess. The clearest one was not how to solve the current situation, but whether his heartbeat was so fast and loud, whether it would be heard...

But he was a little greedy for this sudden accident, and even had a momentary delusion, wanting to extend this moment to infinity.

Cupid is really reliable. After a few years, he can still shoot someone exactly like before.

"...Zixiao," after a long time, he heard his own voice trembling shamefully, "Let go, I can't breathe—"

Whether the shortness of breath was from the hands holding him too hard, or from the person hugging him—the answer was blowing fireworks all over his veins, and he knew it.

People are always very sensitive to their own name. If it is said from the mouth of someone who cares, the sensitivity will be added to the second power-the moment the name is called, I will wake up from my pillow, and I will fall from a dream to reality. , sober that he almost bit off his tongue.

He has always been a rational and self-sustaining person. The few irrational incidents in the past 19 years were probably attributed to the few months when he was nine years old and was looking forward to Xia Jingzhe in the prison. Now there is another one, at the turn of autumn and winter. , the last day of the small long vacation, when I was half asleep and half awake, in broad daylight, I don’t know what time it is.

Because he had a good dream, he couldn't distinguish between dream and reality for a while, and then he hugged Xia Jingzhe as the person in the dream—this reason is too stupid.

At that moment, he envisioned many possibilities, from "immediately let go of the other party's guilt and apology" to "pretend to be sick and pass by", and even "pretend to fall asleep again and then let go as if nothing had happened" - but in the end he didn't accept any of them, only Silently loosened Xia Jingzhe's confinement, and then rubbed his clothes as if he was still unfulfilled, and after catching the other party's stiffness for a moment, let him go and sat up expressionlessly.

"I had a nightmare," he lowered his eyes and explained in a soft voice, "I'm sorry."

When he woke up, his throat was a little hoarse, showing a bit of just right pitifulness, which added a bit of seriousness to his explanation of opening his eyes and talking nonsense.

Xia Jingzhe is a person who prefers softness to toughness, and when he apologized so pitifully, the awkward anger in his heart subsided - he opened his mouth and didn't say anything, realizing that he was probably blushing a lot now , first turned his head away in confusion, stepped back a little, leaned against the wall to calm his breath, and held back two words after a while: "It's okay."

After a pause, he added: "...Don't be afraid, it's just a dream, it's over."

Zhen Xiao didn't dare to look at his expression, and couldn't help but glanced at him secretly, and saw a small patch of thick red in the corner of his eyes, and stumbled after finally regaining his reason, and changed the subject in a muffled voice: "What time is it?" ?”

In fact, according to the character design, he should take advantage of the situation and make fun of it at this time, pretending to have no interest in Xia Jingzhe - but he is not a movie king after all, and he realized that he should do this belatedly, but he has already Can't tell.

"...10:30," Xia Jingzhe picked up the phone, lowered her head as if she had received an amnesty, and seemed to have a great interest in the routine news on the screen, "It's okay, I told my aunt to go home for dinner and not to order takeaway gone."

Zhenxiao nodded, got off the bed quietly, took a coat casually and draped it over his shoulders, and walked towards the door—when he opened the door, he thought of his crumbling character, and thought that maybe he should be rescued, hesitated for a moment, or face Turning back expressionlessly, he threw a malicious joke: "Holding you up...it's quite comfortable."

What the hell, he obviously still has a legendary "secret crush", shouldn't he say something ironic like "You are not as comfortable as him in your arms" at this time - why did he accidentally say the truth...

Fortunately, Xia Jingzhe didn't notice either, blushing and throwing a pillow at him with his backhand, temporarily breaking the uncomfortable ambiguous situation between the two parties.

No worries

I really like writing this kind of sticky little daily life...

This week is very busy, so I took advantage of the weekend to stay up for a few nights and finished writing and posting the three chapters to be published in advance, so I will see you next week... In fact, there is no need to wait for the update, just stock up and read slowly.