sunk in yesterday

Xia Zhuo saw the date at the end of the letter, "It was sent last month. The letter I saw should be the reply letter that Wei Jiaxiang wanted to send but didn't."

Wei Jiaxiang hesitated constantly, and erased the traces after writing, not daring to express an objection to his mother.

It was the silence that crushed him bit by bit, grinding his ego into twisted shapes.

They took the time to read all these letters. The ink-soaked paper was covered by a layer of faint light. They changed their shape visibly with the naked eye. They condensed into a ball and began to shrink and lighten continuously. Finally, they became a brand new one on the table. A clean envelope.

The envelope was addressed and weighed a bit. It contained a stamp and a piece of blank letter paper.

"Shuangxi Garden Community, Zhonggu Road, Dajiang District, Xinye City, the house number..." Xia Zhuo was stunned: "Why is the house number empty? I don't know his mother's name, and he doesn't have a specific address. If you send it out, you can receive it." ?"

"House numbers are usually numbers," Guan Yuzhou said.

"Number...number...have it!" Xia Zhuo slapped his leg suddenly, "0214!"

Guan Yuzhou took out a black pen from his pocket like magic: "Let's start writing."

Xia Zhuo pulled off the cap of the pen, "Where did it come from?"

Guan Yuzhou raised his eyebrows slightly: "As a teacher, how can you solve students' problems anytime and anywhere without carrying a pen with you?"

"..."

Seeing him staring at him, Guan Yuzhou chuckled and said, "I'm just kidding, I found it by accident before looking for the box."

After confirming that there was ink inside, Xia Zhuo sat down at the table, unfolded the letter paper and started his reply plan.

It's easy to say, but I don't know what to write when I get to this point.

After tangling and tangling, he still put the pen back.

"Huh? Don't you want to write it?" Guan Yuzhou saw that there was not a single word on the paper.

Xia Zhuo looked blank: "I've been thinking about it for a long time and I can't remember how I got along with my mother, so I don't know what to write to arouse empathy. Guan Yuzhou, or you should write it."

Guan Yuzhou sat next to him, and said softly in a memory-like tone: "Your mother is fine, she—"

As soon as the conversation started, Xia Zhuo interrupted: "It's our mother."

Guan Yuzhou changed his words with a smile: "Well, my mother. She likes to cook and will study various recipes. Whenever you go back from vacation, she will not repeat it for you. Like most mothers, she collects every one you drop. Deciduous teeth, I am delighted with every award you have received. I bought you the game console I always wanted after scoring 87 points in the final high school math exam. If I insist on asking you anything, I only hope that you can live a dignified and serious life. live happily ever after."

"You said she loved me very much." Xia Zhuo said in a dull voice.

"Yes, no one loves you more than her."

"But after reading so many letters, I think Wei Jiaxiang's mother also loves him."

"Love is not a single kind. Everyone expresses love in different ways." Guan Yuzhou paused, "But Xiaoying, everything has two sides. Love can make a person or destroy a person, not all We all have to advocate for love.”

"I know this." Xia Zhuo sighed, looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling, wondering what to think.

For a long time, he lay on the table, turned his face to Guan Yuzhou: "I don't think I've ever heard you talk about your family."

Guan Yuzhou froze, "I have no memory of my parents."

"Ah?" Xia Zhuo was also stunned, he pursed his lips in a low voice, "Did I say something wrong again?"

"No, I don't have any relevant impressions at all." Guan Yuzhou was rarely in a trance, "I lived in a daze for a while, and I also fell ill, maybe it was at that time..."

wrong.

He couldn't remember what his life was like before he met Xia Zhuo in college.

I don't have any memory of a centimeter, as if Xia Zhuo's arrival blocked something, and it seems that he has only come back to life since the day we met.

What's even more strange is that he had never recalled the past before college before this, and he seemed unaware of the blankness in his area.

Xia Zhuo didn't know what was going on in his heart, so he raised his arm to caress his face, "Is it when I was sick when I died?"

"Yes." Guan Yuzhou came back to his senses, "It's cured, don't worry."

Xia Zhuo went up and kissed his chin, and said with a light smile: "Then don't talk about it, if you don't remember it, don't think about it, you told me this."

Guan Yuzhou stared at him intently, and couldn't help but smile: "Yes. If you don't know how to write a letter, you won't write it. Wei Jiaxiang is just a branch line of the dream, and has nothing to do with the main line."

"But I want points." Xia Zhuo pouted.

Guan Yuzhou understood his intention: "Want to leave?"

"That's right, although I can eat and drink in prison here, I really want to go out and date Teacher Guan."

"Okay, then leave it to me to write."

As soon as the words were finished, the bell for the school evening self-study get out of class rang.

From a distance of several hundred meters, the students could be faintly heard cheering.

After a while, there was a steady sound of footsteps in front of the door, and Uncle Yang's voice came from not far away: "Mr. Wei, why don't you just stand at the door and not go in?"

Wei Jiaxiang answered a little embarrassedly: "I accidentally lost the key to the dormitory."

"No spares?"

"I haven't had time to match yet."

"It's already past nine o'clock, and it's not convenient to find someone to open the door now. Why don't you come to my place for the night and think of a way after dawn." Knowing that the two guys were still in the room, Uncle Yang replied Feel relaxed and your attitude invites you naturally.In order for any unexpected things to happen in the process, it is better to simply keep people under the nose.

Wei Jiaxiang didn't agree, he should be hesitating.

Without drugs, he sometimes has difficulty controlling himself, and it is easier to be exposed when he is in close contact with people.

Xia Zhuo thought he would refuse, but in the next second, Wei Jiaxiang smiled and said: "It's too late for you, everyone still has work tomorrow, I'll go downstairs and ask Bing Yan for an empty dormitory to sleep in for a night, thank you You, Teacher Yang."

With a better solution, it would be inappropriate to make a hard invitation.Uncle Yang also had no choice but to nod, "Okay, then Teacher Wei should go to bed earlier."

"Thank you." After thanking him again, Wei Jiaxiang left.

Before the lights were turned off, there were still many students visiting upstairs, making noise through the corridors, and some of them went to wash up in groups with basins.

The sound of ping, bell, bang and bang didn't stop for a long time. Xia Zhuo's hearing was already a bit higher than others'. At this time, he was a little headache from the noise. He fidgeted away from the stool, piled the mess on the bed to the corner, and patted the bed sheet to signal Guan Yuzhou to come along. lie down for a while.

Guan Yuzhou took the letter paper, found a book as a cushion, and lay down beside him to warm his bed.

The man's body temperature was higher than hers. Xia Zhuo chose a comfortable position and stuck it into his arms. While watching him write, he asked, "Mr. Guan, how did you choose your dream partner? Like Mrs. Bai and Tan Nian .”

"Madam Bai has brains, Tan Nian has ability, they are both indispensable talents."

"What about Jian Ran and the two of them? Why did they refuse at the beginning? I think their abilities are quite useful."

"Because they can't go very far."

"Ok?"

"Even if they don't fall into a dream with Mrs. Bai and Tan Nian, both of them have enough self-protection ability. But Jian Ran is different from Jian Shu, they are weak. If they hadn't met you in the deserted village, they might have become The dead. There are only three ways to live in the dream. The first is to be strong enough, the second is to act low-key and wait for others to complete the deduction, and the third is to attach to the strong. But you have also seen that some participants have bad intentions, and the only way to be low-key is The end of being slaughtered by others, not causing trouble does not mean that trouble will not come to the door. What I need is a partner, if it is said that their joining does not have much benefit but has the risk of slowing down, then why should I consider accepting it?"

"Indeed." Xia Zhuo thought for a while, and then mentioned someone: "Where's Uncle Yang? Didn't he mention going out for a drink together? I think he meant to make friends with you."

"If he can get out of the dream alive, it's not impossible to have a drink together." Guan Yuzhou's tone was flat: "But it's unnecessary before that. He's not strong enough, so he can only be said to be ordinary."

What are you afraid of?Afraid of adding trouble to myself.

Still the same sentence, if you don't make friends, you have no burden. Those who are on the cusp of the storm cannot easily make friends.

"It's okay, I'll drink with you!" Xia Zhuo patted his chest boldly.

"You?" Unexpectedly, Guan Yuzhou looked at him with a smile, "Just your little drink..."

The words are not exhausted, and the insult is extremely strong.

Xia Zhuo bit his knuckles holding the pen: "Are you kidding me! I have made a comeback, and when the time comes, I want you to look good, and I will drag Xiao Hei and Mrs. Bai to get you drunk!"

Guan Yuzhou loosened his strength, and the pen slid along the quilt and disappeared.He curled up his fingers, took advantage of Xia Zhuo's mouth opening posture to slightly change the angle, and put his two fingers into his mouth to gently mess with it.

"Hmm... are you whining?" Xia Zhuo stared at him with his fingertips in his mouth.

Guan Yuzhou kissed him on the back of the neck, and took his hand all the way down, "Don't always mention other people, it's better to take care of me if you have so much energy."

Xia Zhuo blushed completely, he loosened his mouth, lay down on a limp recline, and arched himself into the quilt: "I'm sleepy, I have no energy."

The act of escaping reality made the man behind him laugh out loud, and the trembling in his chest revealed joy, as if teasing Xia Zhuo once could restore his good mood for the whole day.

Guan Yuzhou fished him out and hugged him into his arms, "Don't bother you, don't get bored in it, just close your eyes and rest for a while."

Xia Zhuo vaguely agreed, wrapped his waist around his waist, showing a pair of red ears and did not move.

Guan Yuzhou picked up the pen again, and the tip of the pen fell on the paper with a rustling sound. After a long time, he wove a unique lullaby. Those noisy sounds were all blocked by the vacuum glass, and became completely silent.

He felt that he had been sinking and floating for a long time, and his body couldn't use his strength. When he opened his eyes in a daze, the scene he was in changed.

The cold tabletop was warmed by his face, and the paper in front of him was stained with drool from drowsiness.Guan Yuzhou sat beside him, with a plaid and striped scarf around his neck, and a dark coat hanging on his sides. He was holding a fountain pen in his hand, and he was constantly arranging notes in the notebook.

There are people coming and going around, but there is no sound, only the constant rustling sound echoes in my ears.

There is a sign on the bookshelf saying please do not make too much noise. Xia Zhuo wanted to move, but his body was out of control. He could only watch Guan Yuzhou turn his head, looked at the red marks on his face and smiled helplessly, then sighed : [Let's sleep again, I will call you when I leave. ]

Rubbing his hair with one hand, the eyelids became heavy with each caress, and his eyes slowly fell into the darkness.

When all the movement outside the door disappeared, the temperature of the air dropped instantly.

The sudden silence woke Xia Zhuo up. His arms were a little sore, and he was holding Guan Yuzhou's clothes tightly without loosening them.

"Are you awake? Do you want to sleep again?"

Guan Yuzhou's voice merged with the dream, Xia Zhuo rubbed his eyes, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "No more."

A wind blew up outside the house, whistling and whistling as it brushed against the branches, blowing the fallen leaves all over the ground into the air.

The moonlight shone through the remaining mist, and it was pitch black.

Even though the window was closed, the hanging curtain shook slightly, like some kind of omen.

"Is Hu Zimo coming soon?"

Guan Yuzhou hummed: "It's almost time."

Xia Zhuo stretched and sat up slowly, thinking that the timing of his waking up was quite accurate.

Soon, a strange bell sounded from nowhere, the sound was trembling, intermittent, and a kind of hypnotic drowsiness was produced after entering the ears.

Xia Zhuo inexplicably felt a little familiar. After the bell gradually faded away, he tugged at Guan Yuzhou's sleeve, "The bell downstairs in Hu Zimo's house also sounds like this."

It's midnight.

The time for the dormitory to turn off the lights is up, and the overhead lights are flickering, going back and forth between bright and dark, and finally everything returns to darkness.

Immediately afterwards, just like the first night, the window was knocked from outside.

Hu Zimo stood in front of the window on the second floor, his breathing sound was close and vague, and at this moment his entire face was pressed against the glass.

He wanted to peek into every corner of the room through the curtains, but his teacher didn't reply for a long time, and even turned off the lights.

So he knocked on the glass more urgently, making a harsh creaking sound when his palms rubbed against each other, and called faintly: "Teacher..."

Guan Yuzhou quietly got out of bed and opened the closed curtains.

As if seeing the light again, Hu Zimo tilted his head excitedly, the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and those lax black eyeballs rolled around quickly.

Although the scene was a bit weird, after knowing that Hu Zimo didn't kill those people, Xia Zhuo didn't think he was scary anymore.

He thought for a moment, then rummaged through the plastic bag at the foot of the bed, and took out the milk that had already cooled down.

Then he stood upright by the window, hooked his fingers at the people outside the window, and warmly greeted: "Isn't this Xiao Hu who skipped class today, would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"