Oral period

"Speaking of which, is there a cultural performance tonight...do you want to see it?"

When Xia Jingzhe heard this sentence, he was already sitting in front of the digital board, peeling off a soda candy, and making mental preparations before starting work. Hearing the words, he gave an inexplicable "hmm", raised his head and threw the candy into his mouth, After biting open the sandwich in the hard shell, he spoke: "I didn't have any interest at first..."

After "Originally", there must be the second half of the sentence—Zhen Xiao waited quietly for the next sentence, writing without stopping, and transferred the answers from his workbook to Xia Jingzhe's book.

"...But it's the last time in this life." Xia Jingzhe looked at the half-drawn line draft on the computer screen, tapped the pen on the table, and put down the digital pen, "I didn't dare to go in last year, then Go and see."

In fact, there is essentially no difference between "last year" and "this year". Those who should be afraid of him are still afraid of him. Wearing earrings dangling, hair looks like it can cover half of the face, walking "stay away from strangers".

But this time I'm not alone - Xia Jingzhe thought in his heart as if to refute, took the school uniform and put it on the sweater, looked down at the rings and earrings scattered on the corner of the table, hesitated for a second, still did not reach out take.

It's cold, and the metal is cold, so forget it.

Anyway, it's wearing scaring people.

When I got to the door, I suddenly remembered something, rolled the candy on the tip of my tongue and asked vaguely: "What about you, aren't you afraid of going to places with many people?"

He still remembers that when we first met, Zhenxiao didn't even go to physical education class, and asked for leave openly with the injury on his forehead, but the reason had nothing to do with the injury, but simply didn't want to contact people and participate in those lively group activities ——Later, when the leave slip expired and I didn’t want to ask the head teacher to renew it, I had no choice but to drag him to class together. No matter how sunny the sun was, he refused to take off his coat, so he covered half of his face with the collar of his school uniform, standing in the shadow like an autistic child Biting the zipper pull.

"It's not that I'm afraid," Zhen Xiao still covered his face with his collar when he said this, as if trying to cover up, "It's just that I don't like it very much... When I was very young, she asked me to compete and won a prize that was one level higher than my age group at that time. Award, the first prize, I was interviewed later, I felt very uncomfortable being illuminated by the lights, many people surrounded me, they made me laugh and talk, I couldn’t laugh, and at night I was—forget it, anyway. After that, I don’t like crowds, especially strangers, it’s hard to be watched.”

When he said these words, his tone was very light, as if he was stating a lackluster past in a distant time.

But the truth probably won’t be so plain. After all, the aura of “child prodigy” on his head was not shattered until he was an adult. His previous grades were surprisingly excellent in this small place. He was a high scorer who still thought that full marks in math tests were basic operations until he was in the third year of high school. For a child with low energy, such an occasion probably happened more than once, and he did not learn to laugh and get along with strangers in the end.

Xia Jingzhe seldom heard him mention the past, and it was not a good thing to mention it occasionally. It was like picking up glass at night when you could not see your fingers. One piece was broken and the other was stained with blood. The incomplete memory is so gloomy that people can't help but worry for him, wondering if the next piece of glass will be better, and make his life in the first 18 years look less uncomfortable.

But he couldn't take the initiative to reach out to pick up the glass, so he had to stop before turning out the window, turned around, sat on the window sill and gave the other party a somewhat abrupt hug.

"If you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh," he said close to Zhenxiao's ear, his tone sounded like a bad boy teaching bad children, "then we won't go."

The child who was a head taller than him lowered his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose against the side of his neck, and the voice came out muffled through his hood: "I don't care anymore now."

He is a very simple person, so simple that he can only pretend to be alone in his eyes. If the person he likes is by his side and can see him day and night, he will not have the leisure to pay attention to the eyes of his surroundings.

After 10 minutes, they still walked into the auditorium. They didn't sit obediently according to the distribution of the class. They found an inconspicuous corner on the second floor, leaned on the railing and watched the stage from a distance—it was a bit late, and there were not many of them in the first and second grades. The few more shows have already been performed, and it is the turn of almost all the classes to choose to use group performances instead of the third year of organizing garden activities. On the stage are the classes next to them, and the show is a bit clichéd sitcom, Snow White and Seven a dwarf.

Snow White is a boy with a height of 1.9 meters. He wears a princess dress that does not fit well. His arm muscles stretch the sleeves tightly, which makes the fairy tale look a little more violent.

"What's wrong?" Sensing that Xia Jingzhe's expression looked a bit weird, Zhen Xiao poked his elbow and asked softly.

"...It's nothing." Xia Jingzhe propped his chin, looked at the direction of the stage with surprising concentration, and answered after a few seconds, "It's just... I always feel that this plot is very similar to a cartoon I drew before, isn't it? The part of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs is a crossover, and there are plots that are different from the original fairy tales—you probably haven’t seen it, it was a special feature drawn for a magazine before, and it was only posted on Weibo. It's been half a year."

If I remember correctly, that story is based on his fairy tale "Talk in the Word". It is based on the class performance of "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs". A story of isolation, elimination of misunderstandings, and reintegration into the class by playing the role of a reverse princess.

If it's just a coincidence, it's fine if I read it in a magazine, but if...

"Is it your fan?" Zhen Xiao looked at his complicated side face, and quickly grasped the point, "The world is really small."

The melodrama is coming to an end, and the development of the plot is not unexpected. It is a story he once drew. In the comics, a boy with a feminine look and a complex of cross-dressing is sent to the stage and becomes a rather muscular sportsman. , said in an exaggerated thin voice "Ignorance itself is a kind of harm, it is not that you accept me mercifully, but I forgive you mercifully", which makes this scene very absurd, like capitalized bold magical reality.

"...Let's say goodbye," Xia Jingzhe sighed silently, looked away, sat down cross-legged with complicated emotions, and looked at the laughing crowd on the first floor of the auditorium through the railing, "It's best not—the core of comedy is Tragedy, but I never intended to draw comedy in the first place."

Of course he has no right to interfere with how others interpret it, but one thing is certain, his original intention of creating this story is not to spread the world of a few people in front of the mainstream culture, and to make people laugh with differences.

No worries

the day before yesterday