Oral period

But the imaginary gaze like a knife like a forest did not fall on him.

While saying "sorry", the staff picked up the mask and handed it to him together with the gifted dessert. The severe cold that had not yet come was suddenly dispelled and turned into a bright and warm early spring wrapped in the warm sun.

He took it in a daze, looked in the direction of Zhenxiao subconsciously, met the other person's eyes from afar, and saw the faint smile in his eyes, and then he was sure that what he perceived was not an illusion, and leaned against the doorframe to lose strength He seemed relieved.

Then the paused hustle and bustle was finally played again, flooding into his ears like a resurgence, and one of the lines was very clear. It was the girl on his left who was secretly sighing with her companion, saying that people who draw well are also beautiful.

Are you talking about him? Does he need to thank you...

The untimely myth failed to give an answer, and when he came back to his senses, he had been taken out of the classroom by Zhen Xiao, standing on a small rooftop away from the crowd, still holding the mask in his hand.

Shocked by the cooling wind, he instinctively lowered his head, covered his eyes with his loose forehead hair, and tried to put the mask back on his face. When he raised his hand to touch his cheek, he realized that it was not the cold wind, but his face that was trembling. hot.

Zhen Xiao leaned against the railing, silently watching him put on the mask in a panic, and then reached out to brush his messy temple hair, and put it behind his ear gently: "Are you still wearing it?"

"...Well." Xia Jingzhe knew what he was talking about. She nodded after a moment of silence, looked at the orange-colored clouds in the distance, and replied softly, "It was just luck just now. No one in that classroom knew me. ...doesn't mean everyone doesn't know."

For example, the rumors passed into his ears during the Sudoku competition, such as the classmates he met on the way here-there may be many positive examples, but as long as there is one negative example, it is enough to break his vulnerable dream.

Zhen Xiao said "um", didn't say anything, and didn't mention that he had to go back to check in, so he stood quietly with him, his eyes fell on his collar, and saw a small piece of his school uniform protruding from the collar. Clothes, I think of the exaggerated pattern on that sweater, very fancy fluorescent yellow-green, displayed on the black fabric together with reflective patches, like an animal's camouflage against the enemy.

Xia Jingzhe, who only wore a hoodie, was very thin, standing in the night as if he would be blown away by the wind at any moment. He had seen it many times and hugged it many times.

But the current scene is obviously not suitable for hugging - he thought so, so he took the next best thing and took Xia Jingzhe's hand under the cover of his sleeve.

"Huh?" The person being held instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, and it was he who reacted and put down his guard. There was a faint nasal voice in his words, as if he had just woken up from a dream, "What's the matter-oh, yes, mask……"

Zhen Xiao held his rare hand that didn't wear a ring or a medicine patch, was silent for a second, swallowed what he wanted to say, and replaced it with "Well, let's go."

In fact, it was a bit overtime, and probably couldn't catch up with the first-come, first-served prizes, but both of them were drunk and had no interest in the prizes themselves, so they didn't worry too much. They just took a cutscene on the way back—— Unsurprisingly, the starting point was more than ten minutes late, and there were only a few people queuing up to receive the prizes.

"There are really people who wear it while being embarrassed..." Xia Jingzhe watched the person who received the prize take off the mask with relief, and couldn't help muttering softly, "I thought few people could stick to wearing it all afternoon."

Zhenxiao is always quiet when he is in the empty state. When asked questions, he answers the questions like an exam: "Maybe I want to eat bread." The prize is a coupon for the bakery opposite the school, 20 yuan The inner type is optional.

If it had been a few months ago, when he had to save money to pay for medical expenses, he might have really abandoned his dignity for a few breads, put on a mask and participated in those shameful games.

Xia Jingzhe murmured thoughtfully, wanting to say that there was nothing worth eating in that bakery, but before she could open her mouth, she heard the voice of the staff behind her, saying that there were only the last three prizes left, which might not be enough.

He was obviously not the only one who heard it, and the two girls behind them became visibly lost, and tiptoed to count how many people were left in front.

"Forget it, let's go," he stretched out his hand to poke Zhenxiao's arm, and said softly, "Anyway, my mask fell off before, although it wasn't intentional, but it's still a violation..."

Zhen Xiao did not contradict him, and was pulled away obediently by him surprisingly obediently. Watching the bow tied with the string behind his head swaying up and down with his footsteps, he thought to himself that sometimes this person is really simple and kind-hearted, which is a bit unreasonable .

That's right, otherwise, she wouldn't have picked him up ten years ago and then been entangled with him, and ten years later she would have made the same mistakes again.

But he likes this kind of Xia Jingzhe very much, he will pick up Xia Jingzhe who is troublesome to go home, and Xia Jingzhe who is kind enough to be a bit of a nosy-so even if he loses his memory, he will still be attracted by the other party and fall in love without hesitation.

As the sun went down, the teaching building gradually quieted down, revealing the unique desolation after the bustle - when they passed through the playground, they saw someone they had known before, and it was the boy who had commissioned them to try the escape room before, and was carrying props back home Walk.

"He seems quite happy, the reaction should be good..." Xia Jingzhe turned his head to look at the back of the other party going away, and said thoughtfully, "It's time for dinner at this point, should we go to the cafeteria?"

Zhen Xiao bent his fingers, flicked the mask on his face, and said in a teasing tone, "Wear this?"

"...Forget it," Xia Jingzhe imagined for a second the death scene in the cafeteria wearing a mask, and shook his head decisively, "Go back to the rooftop and order takeaway."

Zhen Xiao didn't expect that the result of his "forget it" would be this, and raised his eyebrows in disbelief: "Still wearing it?"

Xia Jingzhe was silent for a moment, and then said "Yes": "Put it on for a while, anyway, there is no one there."

In fact, it doesn’t make much sense to wear a mask. Zhen Xiao who took off the mask walked with him, and people he knew could recognize him at a glance—he was just a little reluctant, like a person who refuses to leave the table until the feast is over. Children always feel that as long as they don't stand up, the feast will not be over.

He thought that Zhenxiao was very smart, so he couldn't be ignorant of what he was thinking—but he didn't wait for the next sentence in his imagination, and when he raised his head, he realized that they had turned a corner at some point, and the road ahead did not lead to the teaching building.

"Where are you going, leaving school?"

Zhen Xiao was noncommittal, and when he was discovered, he simply dragged him forward, and didn't stop until he turned into the small road behind the teaching building, letting him stand where the sun could shine.

"Pick it off," he heard Zhen Xiao whisper, "It must be picked off."

He looked at the small self reflected in the other person's eyes, the mask on his face was bright and exaggerated, like some kind of absurd drama - he opened his mouth, but he still didn't say anything, he just took a step back, and he didn't mind the dust on the wall hair, looking up at the sky against the wall.

His vision was a bit blurred, covered with a wet filter, which made the sunset in the sky look a bit like what he painted.Then the field of vision flickered, the mist that covered the eyes was blinked off, and a small piece of the paper mask was damp—Zhou Xiao pulled him into his arms, touched his head comfortingly, but the next second Without warning, he untied the knot and took off his mask before he could react.

So the moist sunset trickled from the mask into the sky, like an abstract proof question, proving that the world is his disguise and his reliance.

"You are fine," the gentle kiss fell on his eyelids, and the young man's voice was serious and almost pious, as if he was swearing to the gods in his arms, "people without prejudice will still like you, and everyone they meet in the future will like you." like you."

He heard his trembling breathing, and the sense of powerlessness that he had deliberately ignored for a long time suddenly surged up, which almost made him unable to stand still, and his speech was trembling: "But there are prejudiced people around..."

Zhen Xiao seemed to sigh, and rubbed his hot cheek with the palm of his hand, then stepped back a little, looked down at him and said, "I know, people who pretend to be asleep can't be woken up."

Xia Jingzhe opened his eyes, met his gaze, and his eye sockets became even more sour.

"But there will always be someone who can wake you up, someone will always wake up," he heard Zhen Xiao whisper, "and there will always be someone who loves you..."

The second half of the sentence fell on his lips, but it seemed to fall into the softest corner of his heart, leaving a long-lasting gentle echo.

"Don't be disappointed in the world that loves you."

After more than ten minutes, Xia Jingzhe, who was crying out of strength, finally remembered the embarrassment, dragged Zhen Xiao and walked back quickly, and suddenly remembered something while walking, and stopped abruptly.

"...Wait, what you said just now," he looked at Zhenxiao thoughtfully, and hesitated, "Is it chicken soup? I seem to have heard it somewhere..."

Zhen Xiao cleared his throat unnaturally, looked at the sky and the ground at the mask in his hand, after a few seconds of deliberation, he decided to be frank and lenient, took out the phone from his pocket, swiped it a few times, and then turned the screen to show him: " You said it yourself."

On the screen was the private letter he sent to Xia Jingzhe a month ago by pretending to be a fan.

The last few sentences are indeed familiar, they were sent to him by Xia Jingzhe.

- "There will always be someone who loves you."

——"Don't be disappointed in this world that loves you."

Xia Jingzhe looked down for a while, and when he raised his head again, his expression became complicated to the naked eye: "Then it's you? - It's a pity that I stayed up late that day to enlighten...Damn, are you sick?!"

Then he rushed forward and tried to beat him up, but he was hugged by the shameless person again, begging for mercy and hugging him in his arms.

"It means I listened carefully, and I remembered everything you said word for word."

"Huh? Then what was the first thing I said this morning... Ugh!"

"Don't kiss me suddenly while walking, what if you are seen..."

——What he has always known is that doctors cannot heal themselves, and it is inevitable that the authorities will be deluded.

—but now he waited for someone to come and heal him.

No worries

This one is quite critical, so it took a long time to revise and rewrite it. Although it was finally sent out at 05:30 in the morning, it is still yesterday's update.