Oral period

It wasn't until he was lying on the hospital bed with his left hand dripped that Xia Jingzhe finally tasted the real feeling of "the movie is over", as if returning to reality from some ridiculous film set, his body was in pain, and his thoughts were in a mess.

Fortunately, the heaviest thing on his whole body was the big injury on his back when he fell into the pile of debris. There was no fracture or internal bleeding. It is probably not an ordinary ward, but an operating room.

The door of the single ward was pushed open, and the person who came in he knew but was not familiar with, it was his mother's new secretary.

The middle-aged woman with a poker face walked to his bedside, put down a box of pastries that she bought urgently from unknown where, and stated to him in a business-like tone: "Master, the chairman is very worried about you."

"Master" refers to him, and "Chairman" refers to his mother, which belong to two different systems of blunt titles.

Xia Jingzhe nodded. It was rare that he was not interested in expensive desserts. He glanced at the half of the drip bottle left, and asked softly, "Where is my mother?"—as if trying to bypass the two sets of address systems and bring their relationship back to blood Come up by itself.

The other party obviously didn't notice his little struggle, and still answered him in a business-like tone: "The chairman has arrived at Gao's house and is dealing with the conflict between you and... your friend."

The pain that had subsided long ago reappeared faintly on his cheek, and he touched the base of his cracked ear, thinking that the slap of his mother was really hard, but the words he said made him feel wronged—his well-dressed The mother with exquisite makeup stood in the night, covered with pale street lights, but her face showed the same tired expression as that of ordinary mothers. She asked him with red eyes, why didn't he tell the whole story earlier, why did a People hold back and refuse to tell their parents.

"The only offspring in the sense of blood, no matter how hard it is to get up, it shouldn't die in the night when no one cares about it" - that's what he understood at the time, but now that he thinks about it, his mother probably wants to express more than that.

So he pursed his lips, and nervously bit the chapped mouth of his lower lip, until the thin taste of rust seeped into his mouth, and then said softly: "How did she know... why did she come back suddenly?"

"Last night, the chairman received an email from the victim you rescued at that time. It explained the reason for your brave actions, as well as the harassment and influence you have received during this period. After receiving the email, the chairman immediately I postponed my work for today and tomorrow, bought a plane ticket and came back to see you."

It’s impossible to think about it. The “victim” at the time probably didn’t even know where he transferred to, and how could he know the fucking email address—even if it was a work email address, it can be found online, but he knew the email address. It's completely different from sending this email, not to mention his recent situation...

"Then... did it also say in the email that I would fight with someone on that street at that time tonight?"

"Yes, eight o'clock in the evening," the secretary hesitated for a moment, then added with some embarrassment, "but it was already half past seven when the flight landed, and we got there as fast as we could, but we were still a quarter of an hour late, sorry."

Xia Jingzhe waved his hand, wanting to say that this is not what he cares about, but he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure passing by the door from the corner of his eye - he hesitated for a moment, but swallowed all the words that came to his lips, and replaced it with "" I'm kind of hungry."

"I want to eat noodles. I'll send you the address of the crab roe noodles at the store opposite the school. Can you pack a copy for me? It's too far away, and I probably can't get takeout here... Don't worry, I'm an adult here You won’t have any problems with a drip, I let you go, and I’ll be responsible for what happens.”

The secretary pondered for a moment, but was persuaded by his sincere eyes, nodded, turned and walked towards the door.

It wasn't until watching the other party close the door that Xia Jingzhe heaved a sigh of relief, remained silent for tens of seconds, then picked up the phone again, and sent an emoji to the only top contact.

"Come in, there's no one else."

A few seconds later, the door was pushed open. Zhen Xiao, who covered half of his face with his collar, lowered his head, walked in quietly, and closed the door quietly. The whole process seemed more like a murder than a visit. Or theft.

Perhaps because there were familiar people around, Xia Jingzhe unconsciously relaxed, leaning on the head of the bed to avoid the injury on his back, and beckoned to him: "Come here."

Zhenxiao at this time would always remind him of a puppy, or a large quiet dog, obediently beckoning him, and he would feel at ease only if he had physical contact with him—even though he couldn't figure out why the other party was so quiet this time , you can only attribute the reason to "something is hidden from him".

"Did you send the email?" He was too exhausted physically, and he didn't even bother to go around too much mentally. He watched Zhenxiao deliberately avoiding the chair and knelt down on one knee beside his hospital bed, and stretched out his hand to rub her hair, asked bluntly.

Zhen Xiao nodded, but still didn't look at him, and said in a muffled voice, "Yes."

"Okay, it's okay, I don't blame you," Xia Jingzhe raised his chin with one finger, forced him to look at him, and couldn't help laughing, "Really, I'm actually quite happy."

He is telling the truth. If there is no email from Zhenxiao, it will probably take him a long time, months or years, to be mentally prepared to have a good chat with his parents and convince himself to face the imaginary reality. The negative result of the fight——but the result was much better than he had imagined, and even flattered him a little. His mother didn't pursue his intentions for this fight, and she didn't seem too disappointed in him because of it. Instead, she came forward to resolve the conflict for him. In the entanglement between Gao Qiyang, he naturally chose to side with him.

Ironically, the iron rule in ordinary families that "parents will stand up and support their children" is a surprise for him that he dare not expect.

Seeing that the other party still had no intention of speaking, Xia Jingzhe patted him on the shoulder, as if to comfort him instead: "Don't think too much, you didn't do anything wrong, in the end it's for me, I'm not so People who don't know good or bad..."

Zhen Xiao shook her head, and held his hand, the palm was as cold as a piece of soft ice, which seemed to have been blown by the night wind for a long time.

Probably aware of the temperature difference between the two, Zhen Xiao pursed her lips, or let go before he spoke, and then took something out of his pocket and stuffed it into his hand.

——It was a black envelope, which was warmed by the body temperature, and compared with Zhenxiao's hand, it was almost scorching hot.

Xia Jingzhe was startled, and took it over without knowing why: "Entrustment?"

"Well," Zhen Xiao lowered his gaze, as if he had finally regained a bit of glib confidence, "You haven't finished the request of the entrustment last time, so it's not considered retirement yet...Whether I'm going to take it or not, let's open it anyway. Let's see."

"...I just got into a fight with someone, and now I have trouble walking, and you still have to force me to work, it's really you..." Xia Jingzhe murmured a few words as if complaining, and opened the envelope according to her words—the letter on the letter paper The words seemed familiar, he only read one line, then suddenly raised his head, looking at Zhenxiao with a complicated expression, "Wait, this is..."

Zhen Xiao avoided his sight, stretched out her hand to hold his soft hospital gown, and said in a low voice as if pleading: "You read it first."

Xia Jingzhe took a deep look at him, but in the end he didn't say anything, and turned his gaze back to the letter paper as he wanted - the handwriting on it was so familiar to him, and the handwriting that appeared on his homework books and test papers countless times was also very familiar. It used to appear in a love letter, or on such a boring little note... It was in Zhenxiao's handwriting.

However, the content of the letter was too unexpected for him, so that he only read one line, and subconsciously held his breath——

"I fell in love with someone, also a boy, from the first time I saw him when I was nine years old, I fell in love with him.

"Later, I lost all my memory about him because of an accident. The doctor said there were two possible reasons. One was that I felt pain about this part of the experience, and the other was that I cherished it so much that my body instinctively Archive is selected.

"Of course, it's a bit of both.

"I cherish it because I love him, of course. It is no exaggeration to say that the time spent with him was the only consolation in my long and pale first half of my life. All the good dreams I had later were related to him.

"As for the pain...probably because the time we spent together as a child didn't last long. After a few months, I was forced to move, cut off contact with him, and left without saying goodbye.

"I have been trying to find him for the next ten years, but as he said, my self-care ability is not as good as that of a primary school student, and it is difficult to escape from home, so searching is useless.

"It wasn't until that accident happened that I missed the college entrance examination and had to transfer to another school, so I met him again, and I was lucky to be at the same table as him.

"But unfortunately, I don't remember him at that time. Because of some trivial matters, I regarded him as a thorn in my side, did a lot of things that offended him, and once provoked him with rude words and never tired of it..."

As the letter paper turned, Zhen Xiao pursed his lips against the soft sound of the pages flipping, and looked up cautiously—as expected, seeing Xia Jingzhe's cold expression, he sighed from the bottom of his heart.

He knows Xia Jingzhe too well. Not all of this person's frankness is true, especially when it comes to another person. He is actually very good at turning thorns and contradictions towards himself, and using pretended calmness to whitewash the peace, so as not to hurt to each other.

For example, tell him that he has forgiven his childhood playmates who left without saying goodbye, such as a lot of "don't care" - he still cares, so when he read this letter, he couldn't help frowning, showing a long time The cold and restrained defensive posture that has never been shown.

"Now we are together, but I still haven't found the right opportunity to confess to him—I am afraid that he will not forgive me for leaving me ten years ago without saying goodbye, regret dating me, and I am also afraid that the old things will be brought up again and become a burden for each other.

"So I wrote this commission letter.

"Regarding the reasons for leaving without saying goodbye ten years ago, and the many offenses I have made to you in the past few months, I am mentally prepared to spend the remaining decades reviewing.

"Excuse me, my Bai Yueguang, are you still willing to give me a chance to review?

"The above is my commission."

"By the way..." After waiting for a long time for an answer, Zhen Xiao lowered his eyes and had to try to use glib tricks to test the other party, so he leaned on the hospital bed and said softly, "You promised me two months ago, give me a request An opportunity that you agree to anything... In theory, you can't refuse this request."

Xia Jingzhe put down the letter paper, her eyes seemed to be a little red, but she still had a cold face, raised her brows slightly, and answered the irrelevant question in a tone between ridicule and guilt: "The words are not rude... I don't remember clearly, let's talk about it." ——Don’t get up, just kneel and say, anyway, you’ve been preparing for decades of self-criticism, so it’s not too late, right?”