Oral period

Xia Jingzhe's house is still the same as in his memory, but maybe because of getting older, the maze-like house in his memory seems to be endless, but now it seems to be just an ordinary four-story villa - according to Xia Jingzhe , after his grandmother had an accident, he was taken abroad for recuperation, and he also changed from commuting to living on campus, and no one lived in this residence anymore.

From the dressing room to the bathroom, you have to go through a long corridor, and you can see the scene on the first floor through the railing. The color of the whole house is deep and dark, mostly solid wood, and the walls are suddenly white. I feel oppressed, like being locked in a dark and cold courtyard with deep gates in ancient times. Even though artificial flowers are decorated everywhere and the lights are sufficient, it is still shrouded in gloom and darkness, and there is no sunlight.

Such a growing environment, without parents by his side, how could he raise such a little sun-like person? When he was a child, he didn't have time to think about it. Now he finally has the time to think about it, but it seems that he has missed the opportunity long ago, and the answer can't be traced back. up.

The current Xia Jingzhe is completely cold in front of people, alienated and sharp-edged, but it "coincides" with the gloomy atmosphere here.

The surrounding furnishings are so familiar that it feels like sitting on pins and needles, and it has given birth to a sense of guilt, Zhen Xiao doesn't want to stay for a moment, the fire that lingered in his heart before is finally completely extinguished, replaced by the infused gloom, all the way to the fingertips.

But I didn’t have the confidence to go back to the dressing room to be calm, so I went to the bathroom and came back, standing on the side of the corridor with my back to the cloakroom to pass the time—fortunately, I didn’t forget to put my phone in the locker room when changing clothes. It's better to take out the pocket of the coat and brush it, than to stand for real.

He doesn't have any fixed contacts, except Xia Jingzhe and the group chats that he usually has contact with. The news piled up on the screen at this moment naturally comes from those two group chats. The off-campus rehearsals that were tipped off and eventually had to be cancelled.

It's not all for rehearsal. In the discussion in the group before, someone mentioned other activities such as "dinner" and "going to KTV". Long and short chat messages, so I thought.

Anyway, in the end, it’s just a bamboo basket fetching water in vain, and it doesn’t seem to matter whether you mention it or not... For him, the little expectations of ordinary high school students are strange and far away, but they are just inorganic words condensed in the dialog box, from glass-like The clear pupils glided across, unable to stir up any waves.

Perhaps because the ending had already been decided, the indignant discussions in the class group didn't last long, and were soon overwhelmed by heavier content such as homework.He browsed through it hastily, but found no useful information, and was not disappointed. He exited the chat window with a blank expression, and clicked on another anonymous chat group he created.

In contrast, the content in this group is much richer and more explicit. There were still people speaking ten minutes ago, most of which were dirty words to vent their dissatisfaction, and speculation about the identity of the informer.

He scrolled up the last message, doing reading comprehension on those chat records as if he had completed a task, flipping through the pages with his fingertips, the corners of his eyes suddenly narrowed, as if he saw something unsightly and dirty.

Conspiracy theories originating from the same person are displayed in the center of the screen, surrounding his name, and the identity of the informer is rigidly and unreasonably pinned on him.

"How kind the old woman was to him, she almost showed her favoritism on her face. That kind of little boy must have played a lot of tricks behind his back."

"And rational analysis, didn't he quit the show before?"

"I must be jealous that we rehearsed so well, and even organized a group to go out to play, and secretly reported on it"

"There is no need to sell your own people, but he is not your own"

It turns out that this is the feeling of being splashed with dirty water by man-made rumors-gossip, fearsome words, he is not unaware, but it is the first time to experience it from the perspective of a victim, and he feels the powerlessness and humiliation in it, and thinks of Xia When Jing Zhe brought up the past, his expression seemed to be a half-smile but not a smile, his heart ached, and he felt the pain after knowing it.

The serious speculation lasted for more than a dozen, and it also aroused the echo of other people. The chatter turned on anonymity. He could not see the other party’s information, but he could guess one or two from the habits of words and sentences—he just didn’t bother to guess, he didn’t have much The interest of self-proving innocence, the irritability flashed away when I saw my name, and the anger was quickly suppressed under the sinking ice, unable to recover, leaving only a little rational curiosity, about why he was suddenly mentioned, and there will be no reason The charges were pinned on him.

After scrolling up a few lines, the answer came into view unexpectedly, kneading his suppressed anger into a ball, and he didn't know whether to explode or completely extinguish it.

……

"Thinking about it from another angle, maybe it's not the inner ghost? For example, that Xia Jingzhe"

"But he's not in the class"

"Then he's always at the same table?"

"Anyway, the two of them didn't participate in the whole class, and that kid usually doesn't fit in and doesn't talk, who knows what he's thinking"

——In a sense, is Li Daitao stiff? He seems to have taken an unwarranted charge for Xia Jingzhe.

The hand holding the mobile phone paused in the air. The boy turned his head and looked at the half-closed door of the cloakroom. His mood suddenly became a little complicated. Distress and anger were mixed, and the thoughts floating on the top had nothing to do with either, which was especially absurd ——Fortunately, he was the one who finally spread the rumors, not Xia Jingzhe.

Perhaps it was due to telepathy, or some other mysterious god, the next second the half-closed door was pushed open, and the person who occupied all his selfishness just walked into his field of vision, wearing a white shirt and dark gray stripes Vest, black hair tied up, similar to usual but not quite the same.

He was stunned, and the thoughts in his mind just settled down, and silently condensed to make way, leaving a large clear space, as if he wanted to completely fill the person in front of him, cherishing and cherishing it.

"There happened to be a setting spray in it, so I just fiddled with it." Xia Jingzhe walked up to him, looked up at him slightly, and said with rare hesitation, "Isn't it ugly? Will it look very girly?"

So the clear facial features came closer, and the brows and eyes that were usually covered by bangs were revealed under the light, which suddenly dispelled the lingering gloom in the air—Zhen Xiao subconsciously wanted to back away, but for some reason he failed, and was stunned in the original place Earth, he wondered, also, regardless of the circumstances, he was the sun.

"No, you look good," he heard his own low voice, eager to prove something, and deliberately raised it, "You look good like this."

It was only when Xia Jingzhe realized that he was getting too close, he took a step back pretending to be calm, raised his hand and pinned his fallen sideburns behind his ears, to cover up the ambiguous embarrassment, for a moment he didn't know what to say, bit the tip of his tongue and twitched After taking a deep breath, he spit out two complete words: "Stupid."

Usually awkward and unpredictable, why did he suddenly hit a straight ball? The last time he was defeated by an inexplicable straight ball attack was when the two of them were punished to stand outside the classroom together. Impulsively surrendered his sincerity.

But he is very fond of this kind of thing. When he was a child, he couldn't bear the occasional undisguised intimacy of his playmates. When he grew up, he didn't necessarily improve much. He would still be praised by the sudden truth, making his heart beat faster and he didn't know what to do.

Especially when the sweetheart was packed into an appearance that best suits his aesthetics, looking at him with eyes that he has never been able to bear, focused and serious, seductive.

Zhen Xiao, however, didn't seem to notice what he said, and continued to stare at him as if possessed, until he was so entangled that he raised his arms as if to make a move, and the other party slowly came back to his senses, Holding his wrist that was stretched out in the air, he added a sentence without beginning and end: "You are doing well."

Xia Jingzhe:?

"It's pretty good," Zhen Xiao looked at him with the kind of focused eyes that made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, and repeated every word, "Don't worry about what others think, you're fine."

The hand holding his wrist was stronger than he imagined, so that he shook it, but couldn't break free.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that Zhen Xiao's eyes are different from usual, they seem to be more serious, as tough as this person's movements - if the person looking at him like this is not Zhen Xiao, but someone else A stranger who doesn't know what's good or bad, or he hasn't been tempted by the person in front of him right now, such eyes can probably arouse his utter irritability.

However, it happened to be pillow.

So he had to be patient, responded to the sudden affirmation that made him feel a little awkward, moved his arms like coaxing some bad-tempered animal, looked at him and said: "Let go, it hurts me."

Perhaps because the cumbersome forehead hair was completely tied up, his eyes were clearer than before, and when he raised his eyelids and looked over from the bottom up, it was like a layer of water was covered on the black jade—Zhen Xiao was stunned, completely When he came back to his senses, he quickly let go of his hand, and consciously retreated to a place two steps away from him.

Xia Jingzhe lost his temper because of his bewildered behavior. Seeing him standing there with his head bowed, not speaking, and glancing at him as if he had done something wrong, he somehow felt a little funny, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. , and his tone softened a bit: "What's wrong with you, why are you suddenly nagging?"

"...It's nothing," Zhen Xiao casually gave a half-true reason because he was not in the class group, "I just saw someone slandering you, and the class felt a little... uncomfortable."

Xia Jingzhe only wore a shirt and vest, thinking that a single suit jacket was too thin for him, and he was not used to dressing so formally, so he simply changed into thicker casual clothes, and took off his clothes at the wedding scene to be serious—— After spending a long time in the unheated corridor, he felt cold at this time, so he took him back, and his tone was so calm that he seemed to comfort him in turn: "It's not the first time I know, how come the reaction is so big, I thought You are possessed by a ghost... what did you say to me?"

"It's your secret that the plan was revealed, and it's the plan they planned to go out to rehearse together today," Zhen Xiao followed his footsteps, as if he didn't hear the indifference in his tone, and quickly added, "But Later they thought it was me, so they stopped talking about you."

The originally calm person suddenly stopped, turned to look at him in disbelief, frowned and asked, "I think it's you? Why?"

Zhen Xiao's gaze was still glued to his ear, thinking why he only had pierced ears on one side and wore a stud earring, and was dazzled by the flashing brilliance, and blinked to realize why he was suddenly displeased, as if it was very useful The corners of his eyes were slightly bent, and he put on that innocent face again: "If you say that I am a little boy, there must be a reason why the head teacher treats me so well, and he has played a lot of tricks behind his back..."

It's strange, he obviously loves Xia Jingzhe, but why did he fall into the old habit again, unconsciously wanting to squeeze Xia Jingzhe's love for him, wanting to see this person frowning for him, complaining about him, and blatantly protecting him...

Probably because of human bad nature, Xia Jingzhe would not refuse him if he tried to do this.

"A group of idiots." The other party really walked towards him, the cold light in his eyes was as sharp as a knife, but the movement of stroking his hair was gentle, with a full sense of comfort, "Leave them alone, they know how to gossip every day, there is no need Don't care about the opinions of those laymen."

But does he really not care?

Fluid as if rehearsed thousands of times in the bottom of my heart, the self-comfort honed out word by word-does he really not care?

Looking at each other for a long time, Xia Jingzhe pursed her lips, moved the hand on top of his head slightly to cover his face, then raised the other hand to repeat the movement, holding his face and rubbing it gently, The tone was blunt and soft: "...I know you're not that kind of person—I know that's not enough, why bother with what irrelevant people think."

Zhen Xiao was slightly stunned, as if hearing some good words in a dream, her thoughts were in a trance, she was silent for a moment before remembering to ask: "Then what about you?"

After all, without giving Xia Jingzhe a chance to quibble, he looked into those eyes as clear as black jade, and added earnestly: "I also know what kind of person you are - I don't care what they think, and you don't care ,How about it?"

Like a child who is always negotiating pennies, like the "equivalent exchange" they gave each other at the beginning of school...whatever, he still wants to return the pain he begged for, intact, or even doubled.

Xia Jingzhe met his gaze and felt that this person was going to say "otherwise I'll watch them slander me and cry for you" and other unreasonable and naive words, but he still couldn't stand it and took revenge. As if rubbing that pretty face twice vigorously: "I know, I know, do I still want to flirt with you?"

Zhen Xiao was not annoyed, she flattened and rounded with him, her voice was slurred by her cheeks: "It's not impossible..."

"Come on, how old are you?"

"nineteen."

……

After dawdling and finally going out, Xia Jingzhe finally decided to give up public transportation and ask the driver to take them there - there is no other reason, the person he likes is too attractive, he really doesn't want to take the other party "to show off".

— On this point, Zhen Xiao reached an unexpected consensus with him.