Oral period

"The core of comedy is tragedy, but I never thought of drawing comedy from the beginning."

When Xia Jingzhe finished speaking, the performance just ended, and the applause mixed with booing and teasing was more enthusiastic than expected. The lights that had been turned off to enhance the atmosphere were turned on at the same time, which caught his eyes. There is no way to hide the loneliness.

This is probably the feeling of powerlessness that belongs only to the creator—Zhen Xiao thought silently, and felt that it would be better not to speak at this time, so she sat down with him and reached out to rub his hair.

Then he realized that Xia Jingzhe had tied up his hair before he came out, not in the previous way of tying it up casually and looking like it would fall apart in a second, but carefully tied it behind his head and tied it into an index finger long tail.

So the forehead hair that used to poke the eyes was combed in, revealing the young man's beautiful eyebrows that are almost exquisite—the end of his eyes is slightly raised, and he smiles like a contented cat. The soft place, on the contrary, clearly exposed the low mood.

"Forget it, it's nothing. I've been used to it for a long time. There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. The ancients are not deceiving." When the applause subsided and the next program began, he raised his head again and said softly as if he was self-deceiving. He murmured, "Someone is willing to take what I drew as a script and perform it with so much heart. I should be happy—that dress doesn't look cheap."

But when he speaks insincerely, he will say a lot, and use long speeches to convey his emotions, which Zhen Xiao still knows.

So when the lights went down again, he moved towards Xia Jingzhe's direction, raised a finger under the cover of the dark environment, touched the other's hand on the ground, and then naturally pulled her up, sending the little boyfriend out Leng's hand closed into his palm.

"I don't know if I should be happy or not, but it's really hard work. The person who arranged the program should have studied your cartoon carefully." He bent his legs, leaned his face on his knees, and turned his head to look at the man in the dim light. Xia Jingzhe said seriously.

Xia Jingzhe glanced at him, and asked silently, "How do you know?"

"The skirt is very similar to the one you drew, as well as the dwarf's clothes and hat, the position of the character, the posture when speaking the lines...even the props on the table are restored."

Xia Jingzhe seemed to spend a few seconds recalling what he said, and after a few seconds, the lonely expression on his face was completely replaced by disbelief: "Really? How do you know... Come on, I don't even remember those details myself gone."

"Well, but I remember." Zhen Xiao looked at him unhurriedly and said, "As long as it is drawn by you, I will remember it. After I injured my head, my memory has declined a lot. Let's remember these."

"..." Xia Jingzhe was silent for a moment, he didn't know whether to be moved or to call him sick, then suddenly remembered something, raised his eyebrows and said, "Wait, we haven't known each other for long, that comic was published last year, mine Weibo is also available for half a year—you’re fooling me, aren’t you?”

"The issue of "Positive Growth Clues" on September 9 last year, pages 12 to 23, the magazine has an online version," Zhen Xiao stated softly in a steady tone like an endorsement, "I still have browsing history on my phone, do you want to read it? ?”

Xia Jingzhe actually believed it when he mentioned the "online version". After all, the other party is a person who can still remember the original text of classical Chinese on the test paper an hour after finishing the Chinese test. If you really care about him, remember the cartoons he has drawn. There is nothing wrong with that—but when he heard the words "browsing history", he still raised his head with great interest, looked at Zhenxiao and asked meaningfully: "Check the browsing history with me, are you sure?"

He is indeed a little curious about what Zhen Xiao usually watches, especially when he is with him—although Zhen Xiao has no defense against him, always keeps his mobile phone handy when he is alone, and he already knows the unlocking password, but the purpose is never "Lend your mobile phone to use" has become "check your mobile phone", and the nature is subtly different.

"It's not up to you..." The wise man seldom shot himself in the foot, and his voice faltered under his gaze, "Forget it, look it up as you want—but first, don't laugh at me."

Xia Jingzhe curled up the corners of his mouth, nodded seriously, and reached out to take his cell phone. It seemed that he had forgotten the unpleasant magical reality before. I don't know if he was distracted or simply caught by Zhenxiao's sentence "carefully" Have studied your comics" coaxed.

Zhenxiao's mobile phone is much cleaner, except for a game that he has played with him a few times before, there is no entertainment software, it seems that it is only used for communication and looking up information - there is nothing in the browsing history that he imagined. For shameful questions starting with "Should I fall in love for the first time...", the default favorites are densely packed with things related to him, from the website where he draws serial comics to fragmented online magazines, like a person who is in love with him rabid fans.

"Where did I find them all..." Xia Jingzhe's fingers paused when he turned to a certain item, and he was really touched, "This... I remember that I drew it a long time ago, the first time Submit to a magazine..."

The collection time was two months ago, and they were not together at that time—in a sense, he hadn't even been tempted yet, but the other party had already secretly understood him in the tit-for-tat quarrel.

He rubbed his hot eye sockets, and felt that this accidentally broken secret was a bit beyond his emotional threshold, so he didn't dare to continue reading, so he looked up at Zhenxiao, only to find that the other party had been staring at him in the previous posture , the eyes are close to affectionate focus - the focus that he is most tempted and most unbearable.

So the trivial website addresses were suddenly intertwined into a picture, and he could almost imagine how Zhenxiao collected these scattered things—probably also in such a dark night, with a similar focused gaze on the screen, searching for something related to him Relevant keywords, and then read the stories he has drawn one by one, like looking at himself through comics.

The show on the stage did not know where it was performed, and it involved the loud laughter of the audience, which suddenly dissipated before it reached his ears, making the surrounding world a little distorted, and he could only hear the words from the other party's lips clearly, as if There are only two of them left in the world.

"You're crying now?" Zhen Xiao reached out and touched the corner of his eyes, and said teasing words on his mouth, but his smile was very gentle, "I can't do it, Mr. Xia - um..."

The second half of the sentence was submerged in the sudden kiss. Xia Jingzhe kissed him in the same rough way as before, grabbing him by the collar as if to fight, but the taste of hard fruit candy was not exhausted in his mouth.

No worries

this is from yesterday

There will be another chapter later. I still have something to do during the day so I haven’t finished writing it. It may not be posted until one or two o’clock in the morning, but I will be on vacation tomorrow, so it should be updated every day at this time (21:00) until the end. .