Oral period

When Xia Jingzhe came in through the window, Zhen Xiao sat on the half of the sofa that should belong to him, with a blank test paper in front of him, and his mobile phone was pressed on the test paper.

"...What's the matter?" Realizing that the other party's expression was serious, Xia Jingzhe asked casually, walked behind him and took his coat—his hands were a little numb from the wind blowing on the roof for half an hour .

The next second that hand was held by Zhen Xiao, he suddenly crashed into the dark silence, caught by the long-lost stubbornness, and froze for a moment.

Zhen Xiao didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly for a while, then lowered her head again, rubbed her forehead against the delicate flesh on the inside of his wrist, and softly groaned like a sigh, and landed in his palm lightly.

"Why don't you trust me."

Xia Jingzhe opened his mouth, but before he could answer, he caught a glimpse of the mobile phone on the table lighting up from the corner of his eye, subconsciously glanced at it, glanced over the word "Gao Qiyang", and suddenly understood something.

"Why don't I believe you anymore?" He sighed silently, raised his hand and stroked Zhenxiao's head, feeling like he was comforting a big dog in a bad mood, "It has nothing to do with you, I'm just afraid that you will be involved ...Besides, it’s not a big deal, let’s talk about it clearly and settle it, so that there will be no future troubles.”

Zhen Xiao raised his eyelids to look at him, obviously not so easy to fool: "What do you have to say in person?"

The wrist was still being held, giving him a soft sense of threat.Xia Jingzhe was silent for a second, and felt that insisting on concealment was not the best solution to the current situation—he wanted to solve this old matter without telling Zhenxiao from the beginning to the end, and he was mentally prepared to never let go despite "extorting a confession", but It didn't work out as expected, the message had already been seen, and he couldn't blame the other party for peeking at his phone.

It's too vexatious, he can't do it.

"...It's nothing, let's fight one-on-one." In the end, Xia Jingzhe cleared his throat and made his tone sound as normal as possible, "I lost and told him what he wanted to know, and I won't stop here So far...don't worry, you can't lose."

Zhen Xiao probably also thought of such a result, he didn't seem too surprised, but he still held his hand tightly, like some kind of silent stalemate - he actually didn't ask Xia Jingzhe to be honest, after all, he really traced back , He concealed far more things than the other party, and his purpose was pure selfishness and cowardice, unlike the other party who had a qualifier of "for your own good".

He looked at the hand that was close at hand, the calluses on Xia Jingzhe's hand from holding pens all the year round, the white plaster used to relieve tenosynovitis, and those metal rings that looked so heavy that they could break his fingers, and he remembered They "reunited" for the first time a few months ago. The teenager who was entangled by the stalker and then escaped quickly walked into the dusk from the dark narrow alley, calm and flexible, like a black cat.

Sometimes he feels that Xia Jingzhe doesn't care about anything anymore, he can let go of the stalking and harassment that may appear at any time, and he doesn't mind the rumors around him. The comics at three o'clock, the fans who need him to enlighten in private messages, his parents, his grandmother.

Now it seems that there are more of them, which made him start to mind the indifferent stalkers. The opportunity is self-evident, which makes Zhen Xiao's heart soften, and he completely loses the confidence to criticize.

I could only shake his sleeves and complained in a serious manner, how could I rather believe that the gangster kept his promise than me.

Xia Jingzhe leaned on the back of the sofa and turned over, sat down beside him, pinched his sides to make a funny grimace, and manually tore down his unhappiness: "I didn't believe you, it's two different things——" Now, who said that I believe him, just to put an end to myself, if he really breaks his promise, I don't mind making a bigger fuss until my parents know about it, or calling the police... It's not a big deal, don't even think about it too much."

Zhen Xiao didn't expect that he would take the initiative to mention his parents, he was stunned, and said in surprise: "You don't want your parents to know..."

"It doesn't matter," Xia Jingzhe twitched the corners of his mouth, and his voice carried a self-deprecating smile, "It's the same whether they know it or not, and they don't care that much—anyway, I can't meet their expectations in my life, I just Knowing how to pretend to be obedient, keep one's place and keep one's place, and not being able to inherit the family business is not likable... It doesn't matter whether you are obedient or not, I don't care so much about their opinions now."

When he lied, he always said a lot, but his eyes were lowered to prevent others from prying.

Zhen Xiao looked at his slightly trembling eyelashes, and was suddenly a little speechless, so she could only reach out to hug him, rub the hedgehog, which was showing soft sharpness, into her arms, and patted the back again and again as comfort.

Then he heard Xia Jingzhe's muffled voice, a sentence without beginning or end.

"I really want them to know the truth."

At that time, his grandmother was ill, and he was not in the mood to care about it. He didn't know how Gao Qiyang's family distorted the facts in front of his parents, and how much dirty water they poured on him—from the results, it seems that the slander was not light, until now his mother still thinks it is true. He took the initiative to provoke trouble, and transferring to another school was asking for trouble. If his grandmother hadn't suddenly entered the hospital during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he probably wouldn't even have the chance to see his parents, let alone find a time to bring up the old incident and wash away his "grievances". .

But sometimes he thought of his mother's face, and felt that it was the same whether he said it or not, and it would not change his established impression in the eyes of his parents. Instead, explaining it seemed ignorant, lying, and wasting their time.

It’s actually ironic to say that he can enlighten many people, point out the direction for others with the stories he writes, and realize the grand or small wishes of others, but he can’t see his own path clearly, nor can he enlighten himself.

"I will know," Zhen Xiao's voice is very soft, as if comforting him but not necessarily, "I will know."

Xia Jingzhe's tight shoulders finally gradually relaxed, like a cat that has let go of its defenses, let him hold it, pausing for the rare delay before starting work: "It doesn't matter if you don't know, it's enough for you to know."

Zhen Xiao bent down to kiss him, brushed away his messy forehead hair, and pressed a kiss on the forehead: "Well, I know."

Sometimes he can't figure it out, since he hasn't known Zhenxiao for long, why he can always relax in front of this person, doesn't mind exposing his true self, and trusts him for no reason - saying "he is like a former playmate" A little self-deceiving, he even suspected that Zhen Xiao was that person, which could explain this secret trust.

But if Zhenxiao is really his playmate, the word "Mingming" will add many emotions later associated with betrayal, making it much more complicated.

Zhenxiao will always become very gentle when he is in a bad mood, gentle and reliable that makes people feel at ease unconsciously, like a tailor-made companion doll for him, a gift from the gods - Xia Jingzhe once Thinking about it one after another, I suddenly felt that the absurd one-on-one on Friday, or other things that might happen after that, were not so bad. The fingers that had been weakened for a long time finally seemed to be reinstalled, and they hooked lightly.

"Mobile phone..." The voice was also lazy, the ending was slightly drawn out, and it was rarely soft, "Let me check the private message first."

"Send me," Zhen Xiao seemed to smile, seeing that he was fully charged and refreshed, he deliberately teased him, "Is this considered acting like a baby with me?"