Oral period

When was the last time she stepped into this residence—Zhen Xiao still remembered it, but she didn't want to recall it anymore.

Xia Jingzhe's house is still in the same place. Ten years ago, it was a wealthy area that was second to none. Now the surrounding environment has changed, but this area is still the same. When I came here, I saw other residents walking their dogs passing by. The big dogs all look familiar.

Too many memories weighed on his heart, mixed with sour emotional timidity, which made him a little breathless, and was afraid that people around him would notice something strange, so he pulled up his collar and hid half of his face in the hood of the black sweater In the collar, the eyelashes drooped, deliberately suppressing the surging grievances and accommodating.

The short journey of more than ten minutes almost exhausted all his strength.

The moment he heard Xia Jingzhe say "here we are", he was even a little dazed, unable to tell what night it was - the first time Xia Jingzhe was seven or eight years old in his memory brought him home, he seemed to look back like this, with a smile on his eyes Telling him "here we are", the smile may be stronger, reflecting the orange sunset and the street lights that will be lit...

"Why are you in a daze?" Xia Jingzhe raised his hand and shook it twice in front of his eyes. The dream that seemed real and illusory suddenly dissipated. The reality is still the bright but not warm sunny day at the turn of autumn and winter. The smile dissipated, only the inquiry like a fool remained, poking in his heart vaguely and unhesitatingly.

What are you thinking, how can there be a good thing to do again—Zhen Xiao silently slandered, turned away his eyes, and choked back in a cold voice, so that he could look normal: "Open the door, didn't you bring the key?"

"...fingerprint lock, idiot."

The heavy wooden leather door was replaced with a fingerprint lock, but after pushing the door, the furnishings were the same as in Zhenxiao's impression. The brilliant crystal chandelier and the shining marble floor tiles set off the well-mannered mahogany furniture in the living room. It was cold and gloomy, the bright sunlight from the outside couldn't shine into the house, and it was dark everywhere, like a place in his distant memory, shrouded in haze and spotless.

"No one has lived here for a long time, and Auntie just comes to clean it regularly," Xia Jingzhe felt that he was cold - and indeed he was cold - frowned slightly apologetically, looking at him Said, "I didn't expect it to be so cold, do you want to turn on the floor heating, or turn on the air conditioner in my room?"

Zhen Xiao shook his head, buried the lower half of his face deeper into his collar, followed his footsteps into the large living room, following his steps, as if he was afraid of getting lost, it took him a long time to utter the word, hungry.

Xia Jingzhe crackled and turned on the lights along the way, dispelling the lingering darkness for the time being, then turned around and brought him directly to the dining room, heaved a sigh of relief looking at the dishes prepared on the table: "Eat, auntie has already Go away, just do what you want."

It's like feeding some small animals that are easy to pass away.

Zhen Xiao didn't say anything—he was abnormally quiet since he entered the door, as if his mouth had temporarily lost the function of speaking and was only used for eating—just sat down at the place he arranged, lowered his head and ate obediently, just Touch the dish closest to you, and don't touch the drink that has been put away and just needs to be opened.

"..." Xia Jingzhe looked at his autistic child-like appearance, and secretly speculated that he might not adapt to the new environment. The used bowls and chopsticks picked up a circle of vegetables for him, and put them full in front of him, and then went to the kitchen to bring two empty bowls, filled one bowl of corn rib soup for one person.

But the words she said were awkward and justifiable: "It's not easy for Auntie to cook such a table of dishes, don't let her old man down."

Zhen Xiao was stunned for a moment, resting her fingers on the side of the bowl, startled by the steaming hot soup, then bent up unnaturally, and said in an unnatural tone: "Then thank her for me...the old man."

It was Xia Jingzhe who taught him that when others have worked hard for him, they have to say thank you, and it is best to say it with a smile.

"Why don't you thank me?" Xia Jingzhe was a little proud of the fact that the teaching of self-care ability was very effective. She raised her brows slightly, and then pressed her smile after a pause, and said, "It's nothing. I haven't brought friends home for a long time. She looked at me When I grow up, I’m probably happy because I only cooked so many dishes in one morning.”

So the knife landed on his heart impartially, showing its sharpness, after a while it hangs back in the air, it doesn't hurt much, but it's a little cold.

Zhen Xiao took a sip of the soup, was so hot that he stuck out his tongue, and heard Xia Jingzhe murmuring whether he was a child or not, he still drank it even though he knew it was hot - he thought of course he knew it, so he didn't blow it, he knew it Only then did he drink it against the heat, so as to escape the topic logically and dilute the annoying chill in his heart.

But after a few seconds, he brought the topic back by himself, chewed the moderately salty and crispy spinach in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Thank you, too."

Xia Jingzhe stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair, as if sending away a small animal, the base of his ear was covered with a faint red: "It's less meaty, hurry up and eat, and you have to change your clothes after eating - it's getting late."

After a meal, Xia Jingzhe finished his last mouthful of sweet porridge, wiped his mouth, and said, "My room is on the second floor, and the dressing room is also on the second floor. Go up after eating."

Zhen Xiao is used to being dumped as a dishwashing job after eating at the same table with him, and at first relaxed but a little at a loss, pointing to the leftovers on the table: "Don't you need to clean up?"

"No, Auntie will come later," Xia Jingzhe stood up, suddenly remembered something, and added, "But the fried shrimp and ribs haven't moved much, and the soup... I'll get the plastic wrap and say Maybe she will take it home and heat it up for dinner."

Zhen Xiao looked at his back as he walked towards the kitchen, and thought in a strange way that he really wasn't suitable for the script of the arrogant young lady—he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and was called "young master" from a rich family, but he seemed more used to taking care of him. other people.

This endless thought continued until he followed Xia Jingzhe upstairs, and was placed in front of the table in a foggy state, allowing the other party to bend over and play with his hair, toss his bangs skillfully with a stick, and then twist Apply hairspray to the ends of the hair little by little.

"It's really a bit long." Xia Jingzhe sat on the edge of the table, straightened up and moved away after some tossing, squeezed his chin and turned it left and right, watched and repeated what he said last night , "I have to find a time to take you to cut your hair, after school tomorrow? Or..."

However, in the next second, Zhen Xiao raised his eyes to look at him, and the half of the words he hadn't spoken were suddenly dumbfounded.

In fact, it is not that long. The hair on the forehead that slightly blocked the eyes when it fell naturally was curled to the right level under the action of the clamping rod, and he lifted half of it according to his own aesthetics, revealing the uninjured side of the forehead of the young man, showing a clear and beautiful look. Eyebrows and clear bones, eyelashes raised, dark eyes looking at him from bottom to top, just like the lake's first melting in spring and Jingming, quiet and clear, reflecting the peach blossoms that are not yet blooming all over the lake.

Perhaps because Zhenxiao is used to "social fear", she always looks like she can't wait to hide her face in her collar, her bangs often cover her eyebrows and eyes, and her facial features are clearly exposed at first glance. People feel as if the clouds are disappearing and the rain is coming, and the bright handsome is intimidating.

Obviously last night, he was still a person with fluffy and fried hair, how soft and harmless he looked, how could he be so likable after a little care...

"Or?" Zhen Xiao was pinched by his chin and stared at him for a long time, remembering a similar scene at the beginning of school, before he had time to lament that the time has changed, and Xia Jingzhe's movements of pinching his face were much gentler, so he was ignored by the other party. Without warning, he pushed away a little, and was forced to turn his face away.

"It's nothing, let's keep it, it's good to grow a little longer." Xia Jingzhe lowered his body again, and then tossed his other messy hair, while saying in a cold voice - he originally wanted to say, "Or at night I I'll help you cut two knives to make do."

It's better to forget it, so as not to be seen by others, and there will be a few more rivals in love for no reason.

"...The real murderer." Zhen Xiao didn't know what he was upset about. He raised his hand and rubbed the place on his cheek that he had pinched, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice—this time it wasn't all about maintaining his character, he was indeed innocent .

Xia Jingzhe deliberately exerted force, and pulled the lock of hair in his hand like revenge: "Don't move around, or don't blame me if you get burned by the splint."

So the person being teased was forced to be quiet, sitting still like when he was asked to blow his hair the night before, wondering what else he was wandering about.

I couldn't feel it when it was noisy before, but now it's quiet, the air is full of subtle ambiguity derived from the act of "doing hair", vaguely trapped between the two, and the inorganic smell of hairspray It coincides with each other, sweet and a little greasy.

——This is something he bought on a whim when he pretended to be a bad boy two years ago. He bought it back and didn't bother to use it.

Interrupted by the staring glance at each other, Xia Jingzhe suddenly lost the thought of "cleaning up" him properly, and his movements became a bit sloppy, combing with his fingers, circling the ends of his hair one after another with his fingertips , smoothed out that black hair, and then casually applied a thin layer of hairspray—in the end, he was so scribbled that he felt a little guilty. Just change his hairstyle and forget it like an autistic child like before.

Fortunately, Zhenxiao had no idea about this, and his only reaction was to raise his hand to brush away a few broken hairs that irritated his eyelids, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

"That's it," Xia Jingzhe clapped her hands, and quickly announced as if she was afraid that he would regret it, "I'll get you clothes... but my size may be a little too small for you, and you may have to wear my dad's Yes——to him, suits are home clothes and consumables, many of which are bought and never worn, and will never be worn again, don't worry."

Zhen Xiao nodded, but instead of sitting there waiting, she also stood up, as if she wanted to go to the cloakroom with him.

"what happened?"

"...it's nothing," the person behind him followed closely, wearing his fresh hairstyle, he looked much more mature than usual, but his eyes were like a helpless child, "I don't really want to... Stay in your room."

Xia Jingzhe couldn't hear the second half of the sentence lost in a sad voice.