Oral period

After coming out of the hot pot restaurant, it was already past zero, and the heating in the store was turned on, and it seemed that it was getting colder and colder outside. Xia Jingzhe was shrunk by the cold wind, dragged his pillow and hid in the door to take a taxi, unable to stretch out his hands. Reluctantly poking the screen with one finger, the payment was finally successful, and then he gritted his teeth watching the prompt "5 people ahead in line" on the screen.

Zhen Xiao watched him squatting there curled up into a ball, the back of his fair neck leaking a little from the messy hair, and thought of teasing him for no reason, so she walked over very childishly, and suddenly stuffed her cold hands into his collar.

Shocked, Xia Jingzhe subconsciously uttered a short swear word, swallowed it halfway through the curse, turned his head to look at him like a cat——from the bottom-up angle, the thin folds of his eyelids were pressed into a line, making him look like a cat. Those eyes were extraordinarily round, surrounded by the oversaturated warm yellow lights in the hot pot restaurant, and shimmering like water waves, grievances and innocence were about to overflow.

It's rare that Zhen Xiao didn't catch any emotions related to irritability from it-it's rare that he himself froze for a moment, pulled his hands back as if he was burned, and apologized with the same abnormal belatedness .

"...It's nothing." Xia Jingzhe lowered his eyes, glanced at the phone screen, and stood up muttering, "Your hands are so cold."

Before he finished speaking, the warm hand that was always curled up in his sleeve climbed onto his fingertips, and then naturally moved up a little, pulling it up as he did when he was a child—but it was different, this time it was ten fingers Interlocking.

There are thin calluses between the fingers of the little cartoonist, and there is a circle of strangely shaped metal tail rings. It is far from the delicate and soft hands of children in memory. However, the moment the fingers are held by someone, the familiar warmth still emerges Coming up, it reminded him of a certain sunset evening, spring, and the season of wearing sweaters, Xia Jingzhe led him to find the way home, and the warmth of his palm was so warm.

What is this, boyfriend's privilege...

He thought that the other party would at least get angry, blow fur like a cat, or pounce on him cursing - even though he only had two thin layers of clothing on his body, there was nothing left to retaliate.

However, Xia Jingzhe just led him out, found the car that came to pick them up, and then temporarily let go to pull the car door.

The voice was also calm, and after confirming the destination with the driver, he asked him casually: "Actually, I've always been curious. Are you afraid of anything other than socializing?"

Insensitive to pain, not afraid of ghosts, gods, or cold, and even ignoring threats from others, it looks like a robot with weird settings—the kind of defective product that is thrown out of the factory to fend for itself because a function is not up to standard.

Zhen Xiao is still subtly flattered, remembering his straightforwardness when he was a child and the sharp irascibility a few days ago, he doesn't understand why a person who falls in love is like a sex change, and feels unreasonably guilty by the sense of confusion—if Xia Jingzhe looked at him with that look every time, and then treated him the other way, like a god who unconditionally forgives the mistakes of the world, then the guilt in his heart was even more inexcusable.

But his instinctive reaction couldn't fool him. While apologizing, he also understood the contrast shown by his sweetheart. After tasting the happiness that he had never had before, he couldn't help but want to tease the other party again, and then offered him thousands of dollars. A hundred times the sweet dates, firmly enclosing the softness that belongs to him alone.

"No," he heard himself answer after a long time, "I'm afraid of many things."

—For example, you are really angry, or you don’t forgive me.

Xia Jingzhe caught a glimpse of his expression, and read a bit of heaviness from the expressionless face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, thinking that he had poked his heart, so she tactfully avoided talking about it: "At least I am not afraid of the cold, I froze to death... ...Hey, I knew it would cool down at night, so I asked you to wear more clothes before going out."

"... just getting used to it," Zhen Xiao couldn't bore him as unburdened as before for the time being, and was afraid that people would see the clues if he was depressed for a long time, so he had to go along with his emotions and use some words that he was actually not that much. Jiehua's past conceals her thoughts, "When I was young, my family's conditions were not good, she spent most of her income on training me to study, she couldn't afford the heating bill, and the clothes were left over from other people's clothes, the quality was not that good— ——It’s actually very contradictory. On the one hand, I wasted money on unnecessary teaching aids and sent me to this kind of cram school. I moved to the dormitory in small bags, I only have the school uniform and the thinnest quilt issued by the school, anyway, I have been here all year round, and I am used to it.”

Selling miserably is shameful but useful. If it was placed a month ago, his self-esteem would not allow him to say these things about the past, but now he must say something so that the guilt that is about to overflow from him will be covered up as something else, so as not to be exposed , He didn't even give him the chance to make up for his mistakes.

In fact, the content of the words is secondary, and he didn't intend to be coquettish and begging for mercy. It's just that when talking to Xia Jingzhe, his speech speed would always slow down subconsciously, and the ending protracted vaguely, Become extra soft-hearted, and poke someone's sympathy impartially.

"No wonder you're on the bed..." Xia Jingzhe muttered to himself, didn't answer the call, took out his mobile phone to open a certain shopping software, swiped twice and quit, and switched to the chat box with his housekeeper aunt .

Zhen Xiao didn't wait for the next sentence for a long time, and couldn't help but let out a "hmm" in doubt.

"I'll buy some dowry for you," Xia Jingzhe typed casually while bowing her head, "It will be winter in two days, and it's hard to say whether the building is heated or not. I can't let you build that thing for the winter, it's too thin ...and clothes, and buy two pairs of shoes by the way."

His tone was very natural, and even the little bit of distress was not awkward, and he spread it out on the bright side. However, when Zhenxiao listened to it, he felt that the word "baoyang" came to his ears, and he almost wrote his The name is announced to the world again.

It's one thing to blackmail an enemy when you're not familiar with him. After all, it's a boy with too much self-esteem in adolescence. After dating, there's no reason to be soft and hard.Zhen Xiao was startled, and just about to say no, he was dazzled by the screen of the phone stretched out in front of him—Xia Jingzhe flicked back and forth between the three photos, and asked him which color he liked.

"Don't refuse, if you say you don't like it, beat it—no, just choose until you say you like it," his new boyfriend approached, threatening in a low voice that only each other can hear, "or buy them all , anyway, if I save those manuscript fees, it is enough to buy you two quilts."

Not only is it a nurturing, but it is also a fresh script of strong buying and strong selling.

The person who tried to take care of him paused for a moment, and then added softly and forcefully: "Besides, let's treat it as a birthday present, can't you?"

"Who will give me a duvet for my birthday?" Zhen Xiao was a little helpless, and tapped the screen as he wanted, but still couldn't hold back his words. This is like a wolf grandma who wants to fatten me up and eat me up."

In the past, such sloppy words would probably attract rolled eyes, but this time the person who was provoked not only didn't choke him back, but also nodded.

"Yeah, it's tender and tender, I wish I could bite through you with one bite," Xia Jingzhe glanced at his neck, which was well wrapped by the collar of his shirt, his eyes wandered around the Adam's apple for a moment, and then darkened almost imperceptibly, " It’s best if you can do it, then I’ll choose according to my own aesthetics, and I’m not allowed to wear it when the time comes.”

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and sent messages again, ignoring his question—until the two of them got out of the car, and even Zhenxiao himself almost forgot about it, Xia Jingzhe cleared his throat awkwardly, Throwing him a sentence without beginning or end: "There is no reason, I just want to treat you better."

The night wind picked up gradually, lifting his scattered black hair a little, revealing the faintly red pinnae under the hair. "There is no reason" can't fool a logical and well-thought-out science student, let alone Zhen Xiao knows him well, so he can't feel anything strange about him.

There is a balance in Zhenxiao's heart, with long-lasting guilt on one end and precarious sweetness on the other - when he noticed the shyness flashing past Xia Jingzhe's eyes, the one-sided balance was briefly broken, driving him to ask meaningfully back, but He didn't forget to take a step forward to block the biting night wind for others.

"yes……"

A little closer, the shops facing the street have long been closed, showing a quietness and depression that is far from the daytime. There is only one 24-hour convenience store left. Xia Jingzhe caught a glimpse of the red and blue lights on the signboard from a distance, and remembered the That joking self-proposition confessed, blowing him into the cold wind with a cold and fever, and the three cans of beer on the wall.

"Not entirely," he recalled the chaotic ideological struggle that day, and was driven by imaginary drunkenness, and finally opened his mouth, "very childish reason... you can actually guess it, right?"

It was cold, and he couldn't help speeding up his steps. If he walked in a hurry, he was choking on the cold wind, which made his voice tremble a little: "I was very straightforward when I was young, and every time I was told by him—don't be jealous, it's because you asked me. As I said, I was always angry when I was teased by that friend, and when I was angry, I would attack him, which made him teary several times... At that time, I thought that he bullied me first, and he deserved it when he was attacked. It would be nice to coax him. Thinking about it later, he must have been quite uncomfortable, but unfortunately he didn't have the chance to apologize..."

"He deserves it," Zhen Xiao couldn't help frowning, his tone was as cold as the sentence "You just treat him as dead", "I don't blame you, no need to apologize."

"I'm jealous again - listen to me, I want to say, when I was young, I reacted so badly when I was ignorant. Now that I know how to restrain myself, I won't attack you...I had a bad temper before and scared you. I will try my best. change."

Zhen Xiao was startled, and it took a few seconds to realize that his "before" refers to the past month, but he couldn't figure out where he came to the conclusion that he could be frightened by that level of irritability, and was about to refute, turning his head But I found that his expression was a little strange, which seemed to be far from guilt or warmth.

However, before he could see it clearly, the cold emotion that passed by was properly hidden and disappeared.