Oral period

Facts have proved that it was too early for Xia Jingzhe to relax.

He didn't sleep very well, probably because too many things happened the day before, his mood was too ups and downs, and he woke up the next day before the alarm clock rang—his pillow and new boyfriend was still in a dream In the middle of the night, one hand was loosely wrapped around his waist through the quilt, his possessiveness was not obvious, and he looked very up to date, but when he wanted to get up, he tightened suddenly, like a cunning fox encircling its prey.

Such a subtle contrast made him feel happy for no reason, so he ignored the vague discomfort on his waist for the time being, and pulled out the quilt that was almost completely wrapped around him bit by bit, and distributed half of it to the other party on average.

So Zhenxiao's hand holding him through the quilt was moved away, and wrapped around him relentlessly. This time there was no cover, but he was firmly surrounded by the waist, and the cool temperature soaked into the flesh, so he let him I feel hotter.

How come I didn't find him so sticky before...

It's not that he didn't realize that there are traces of Zhen Xiao's desire for dependence in front of him, but after all, he hadn't been together before, and his dependence was covered by various excuses. It's not as straightforward and natural as it is now, like skipping Young couples should be young and awkward at the beginning of their relationship, but they are so confident that they seem to have known each other for a long time.

He deliberately didn't think about his childhood playmates, but the sense of familiarity still came up unexpectedly - Xia Jingzhe looked at the eyebrows and eyes of the person next to his pillow in the dim light, and remembered the wet eyes of the other person when the kiss ended, He subconsciously lamented that he really liked this kind of thing. He could fall on the same kind of people twice after ten years. If one day Zhenxiao also learned to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger with a crying voice, he might really "" Forever."

In the next second, his thoughts were interrupted by the alarm clock, and an unsuitable metal rock song sounded, which was cut off by him before the prelude ended.

Zhen Xiao seemed to be disturbed, frowned and gave a low "hmm", buried his face in the soft gap formed by the pillow and quilt, to avoid the gradually brightening sky, moved the arm holding him, letting He thought that this person finally realized his conscience and wanted to return him to freedom, but in the next second the confinement intensified and even grabbed his hand.

"Get up," Xia Jingzhe recalled last night's rhetoric that he had to study hard, and urged him with the mentality of being a responsible parent, "Today's exam."

Zhen Xiao was obviously awake, but he still pretended to be half-dream and half-awake, playing tricks brightly, his warm breath pouring into his neck, making the sticky words solidify: "Only Chinese in the morning, September It's all self-study before midnight...you don't go to the classroom."

He was the one who said that he was in a hurry to go to school.Xia Jingzhe was at a loss for words for a while, and he couldn't wake people up violently like before. After a moment of silence, he rubbed his hair and gave in temporarily: "Then sleep for another 10 minutes?"

Zhen Xiao was noncommittal, left a shallow bite mark on his collarbone, and then said in a dragging voice, "The last time I woke you up, there were tooth marks all over my arm..."

"It's a bitter trick, right?" Xia Jingzhe recalled the shameful past, his ears burned with shame, but he still wanted to choke, "Then I'll let you bite your arm too, and get up when you've bitten enough—you Is it a dog, use this as a bargaining chip."

In fact, there is no logic in this conversation. When you think about it, it is outrageous, like elementary school students quarreling childishly, but someone is childishly happy, so he takes advantage of the opportunity to pinch his arm hidden in the quilt. Rubbing between the arm muscles, the tone was very gentle: "Reluctant."

Xia Jingzhe was so fed up with him that his skin got goosebumps, he thought that this person was really sticky, nine times out of ten he would still play last night's tricks, coax him into a confusion and then come back to the cliché - but cognitive sobriety is the same thing Physical instinct is another matter. He hasn't been in close contact with people since he was in elementary school. Hands stretched in from the cuffs, and climbed up bit by bit along the arms. The feeling of being explored was too straightforward and too strange, which made him fall into the paste with his clear mind for a moment, and was stirred into a wet and hot body. group.

It's strange for a boy of eighteen or nineteen to be able to maintain his sanity in the early morning.

Zhen Xiao seemed to turn a deaf ear to his gradually tightening breathing, and Yu Yu asked him why he didn't speak, and ten minutes was up, did he still go to school.

"...Don't fucking react if you have the ability," Xia Jingzhe broke away from his hand as if waking up from a dream, and almost threw the four big words "Se Ling Zhi Faint" on his face, "The first day of kissing , The next day—cough, student Zhenxiao, do you think this is still called falling in love?!"

The person who was beaten up by him blinked, grabbed the pillow and hugged him in his arms, knowing that he would leave it at the moment, his eyes fell on his loose and slipped collar, innocent and tender: "But I didn't do anything. ...Then what should I do the next day, Teacher Xia, teach me?"

Even if there are many contradictions in the facts, Xia Jingzhe will still be in a daze for a moment when he sees his eyes like this, and he will be caught by him with all kinds of delusions. Thinking that the other party has lived in an ivory tower for a long time, maybe he really didn't think about the wrong way, and his confidence in questioning is weak Somewhat, it was replaced by a subtle sense of responsibility, and the dirty word lingered on the tip of the tongue, and finally turned into "forget it" in a spineless way - "Get up, I have plenty of time to teach you in the future."

He was born fair, and he never sees the sun. Eight out of ten periods of physical education class hid in the shade of a tree to avoid group activities. Over time, he became like a little vampire. His blushing was particularly obvious, from the base of his ears to the bridge of his nose, and the pixels were on display. Overturned cinnabar ink.Zhen Xiao saw that the lower edge of his eyelids was stained red, she was silent for a moment, but she still didn't make any progress, she lowered her eyes and nodded.

There is an unsolved crime in his heart, even if he intends to deceive the confession, he still dare not put his bad nature into reality - Xia Jingzhe is more easily dominated by emotion than him, and is more impulsive, if he continues to tease, it may be true Will do something reckless.

He sighed from the bottom of his heart, grabbed an unknown sweater and put it on, rubbed his fingertips against the soft velvet inside the sleeves, words that seemed familiar to him rolled through his mind word by word—forget it, there will be plenty of time in the future.

Xia Jingzhe thought that this might be the first time he met Zhenxiao again—the Zhenxiao before he met him.

The seat was dragged and replaced by a single table, so they changed from the same table to a diagonally opposite table with a distance. Zhen Xiao sat in front of him on the left, and from his angle, he could only see the other party's hand holding the pen, and the small side The face and the clear blue sky outside the glass window behind him.

In his impression, Zhenxiao is an upright and earnest player, probably locked in the ivory tower for a long time, even if he doesn't say anything, he can still feel that this person is somewhat tired of studying, even if he will read books and do quizzes when he is bored, It is also limited to watching from the sidelines, occasionally writing an answer with a pen, the process is rare, and after getting acquainted, most of them are doing homework for him. It can't be called perfunctory but it is definitely not serious. Use a little mind to work on the machine, and let the rest of your soul wander.

This was the first time he saw Zhen Xiao sitting up straight like other students who were seriously reviewing, holding a pen neatly, wearing his gray sweater and blue and white school uniform, the whole person looked upright and refreshing, very A likable young man with no sharp edges—but he could guess the other party's expression at this time, the drooping focused gaze and slightly pursed lips, the obstructive forehead hair hanging down, and would be lifted up casually, revealing The scars on Bai Jing's forehead and forehead... nine out of ten are expressionless and indifferent like a lonely soul.

Speaking of which, is his injury healed...

There is still more than an hour before the start of the exam. The monthly exam has to change classrooms, and you have to go out 10 minutes early. It means little to a poor person—he should be drawing comics at this time, drawing whatever he wants to practice, or thinking about how to present the day’s plot, how to arrange the storyboard, but today, it’s not just Zhenxiao who has changed his gender. The person who used to be lazy and fishing became serious. On the contrary, he, a little workaholic addicted to "side jobs", became burnt out and started not doing his job.

It may also be the color makes the mind faint.

He has drawn many plots of secret peeping during the period of secret love, but this is the first time he has experienced it personally. Only then did he know that the field of vision will really sink in a small area, like a star approaching a black hole, being attracted and swallowed by a figure in the center of the area, even time Everything has become uneven, like ten thousand years at a glance, and it seems like it's gone in a blink of an eye - when I come back to my senses, I feel like a puberty girl, staring at someone for more than ten minutes, thinking about things, my ears are burning, and I want to hide it. Open your eyes to see the moving pen in Zhenxiao's hand.

With his mediocre qualifications, he couldn't think of anything to write about before the Chinese test. Then he thought of the scar on the other's forehead that had not healed, and came up with a logical explanation: it might be after the injury. My memory is declining, and I am not used to reading and reciting aloud, so I choose to use dictation to deepen my memory.

This conclusion made him feel a little distressed, half of it was distressed for Zhenxiao's injury, and the other half was sympathy for each other.

——He still remembers that one afternoon before the long holiday, the classmate at the front desk suddenly turned around, with an exaggerated expression on his face, and asked Zhen Xiao if he was the one who had a perfect score in the high school entrance examination, had been in a local newspaper, and how many scholarships he had received in high school , and asked him why he was so good, why he didn't skip a grade, and he was still here as a classmate with them, it seems that he is not as bad as the legend...

When Zhen Xiao answered, his tone was very light, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

Yes, I don’t know, the family doesn’t let me, it’s true.

The preparatory bell rang, which suddenly disturbed his thoughts, and the heartache that grew halfway was interrupted, and he turned around like a lost lamb—halfway to the turn, he was caught by a piece of draft paper stretched out in front of him, and the handwriting on the paper seemed familiar , but the content is unfamiliar.

He looked along the hand that passed the paper, and looked at Shang Zhenxiao's eyes with a slight smile, the same clear gentleness and sincerity, far from the eyes he imagined that the other party read books and test papers .

"what?"

There was a bit of noise around, Zhen Xiao had to lower his body to speak, so that the voice could be completely and clearly placed in his ears: "It's a boring love letter for you, read it after the exam."

It's like a child giving him a bouquet of flowers and telling him that the aunt who sells them said that they should be kept in water, and they will bloom early the next morning-but I still bought them and wanted to give them to you now.

Xia Jingzhe was stunned, his mixed emotions swayed and swayed, and finally came next, and said thank you a little awkwardly, feeling that his mental journey just now seemed to be in vain, and it seemed that he was not at a loss: "But you don't want to review ……"

"Reviewed, and went through the textbook. In the past, she asked me to memorize the whole book verbatim, as well as the interpretation and interpretation of each text. When I read it, I would think of her. After a long time, I will be a little confused. Comfortable," Zhen Xiao looked down at him, explained slowly in a well-behaved tone, and then pointed to the piece of paper in his hand, "When I write this, my mind is full of you, it will make me feel better—just think of it as a composition exercise .”