reverse trapping

Cheng Mu didn't know how long he had dragged Shen Jinzhi away before his emotions were lost in his hasty pace.

He slowly regained his sanity, and finally realized something from the gazes of passing students, and unnaturally withdrew his hand.

Cheng Mu licked his lips, "I'm sorry, Teacher Shen, I..."

His voice faltered, and he didn't know how to explain his behavior just now.

However, Shen Jinzhi changed the topic appropriately, and looked him up and down: "Why are you dressed like this? If you walk around the campus a few more times, the security guard will probably want to invite you to the security room for a cup of tea."

Facing Shen Jinzhi's joke, Cheng Mu couldn't relax at all.He pulled down his mask, loosened the brim of his hat, and gasped.

The breath passed through the chest cavity, but it was stagnant.

Cheng Mu gathered up his courage, and finally said the words stuck in his heart: "Chen Jiao already has a boyfriend."

"Ok?"

Shen Jinzhi, who was out of the situation, blinked, subtly adjusted the curvature of the corners of his eyes, and said with a very official smile: "Then congratulations to her."

"So can you—"

Halfway through Cheng Muze's words, two people suddenly passed by their side.

The girl walked in front angrily, and shook off the hand of the boy who followed him: "Why do you control me, who are you? What's your position?"

The boy said nothing.

"It's my freedom to be close to anyone and whoever I'm with. Only my boyfriend can ask. If you want to control me, be my boyfriend."

The boy remained silent.

The girl wiped away her tears and ran away quickly.

Those words came to Cheng Muze's ears in a timely manner, and every word struck the alarm bell in his heart like a hammer.

He has no position to ask Shen Jinzhi.

He is even just an outsider in this messy relationship.

Whether Shen Jinzhi is frank or pretending to be confused, he has no position to criticize, let alone interfere with how he interacts with others.

This is so presumptuous.

Cheng Mu swallowed the words "Can you keep a distance from Chen Jiao?", lowered his eyes dejectedly, and his eyes fell on Shen Jinzhi's hands.

Shen Jinzhi's hand was still wrapped with last night's dressing, and his index finger could not be bent under the heavy dressing, and it was stuck there discordantly.

The image immediately occupied all his thoughts.

Cheng Mu raised his eyes: "You haven't changed the medicine on your hands yet?"

Shen Jinzhi raised his wrist, glanced at his fingers casually: "It's all right, just deal with it later."

"Then how?" Cheng Mu looked towards the infirmary in his memory, "Let's go to the school infirmary to change the medicine."

Shen Jinzhi did not refuse and accepted his suggestion.

On the way, Shen Jinzhi asked if Cheng Mu had something to say to him just now, but Cheng Mu changed the topic casually.

In the infirmary, the school doctor looked at the rough bandage on Shen Jinzhi's hand, and couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Shen, what new trend are you following?"

Shen Jinzhi flattened his palms and put them on the hand pillow on the table: "The end-of-summer limited gloves, my favorite style, don't they look good?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, but Cheng Mu faintly felt uncomfortable.

After removing the rough dressing from last night, Shen Jinzhi's wound was exposed to the air.

The school doctor picked up medical cotton balls and disinfected Shen Jinzhi.The movement of applying the medicine is very large, and the force is pressed on the wound without restraint.

Shen Jinzhi didn't move his eyes, but Cheng Mu felt the pain empathetically.

Cheng Mu made a suggestion in a low voice, tentatively: "Can you... be gentle?"

The school doctor smirked, looked at Cheng Muze, and then looked back: "What's the relationship between you two? Why is he so worried about you?"

Shen Jinzhi paused for a moment, then said softly, "I...friend."

Are they friends?

Cheng Muze's mind turned this title around a few times, and when he came back to his senses, the two had already walked out of the infirmary.

Shen Jinzhi's hands have been replaced with brand new gauze, which is tightly and delicately wrapped.

When he reached the fork in the road, Cheng Mu stopped in his tracks, turned to Shen Jinzhi and said, "I'm bothering you today, be careful not to get your hands wet, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving now."

"Are you worried about me?"

"?" Cheng Mu was slightly startled, wondering if he heard it wrong, and confirmed, "What did you say?"

The lines of Shen Jinzhi's shoulders and neck were slightly loose, and he replied: "I said, pay attention to safety."

"it is good."

After bidding farewell to Shen Jinzhi, Cheng Mu prepared to go back to work in the studio.

Fang Shuo caught a cold today and went to the hospital to hang water. At this time, there was no one in the studio, and Cheng Mu was looking for keys in his pocket while walking.

The keys collided with each other, and the bells made a ringing sound, and they reluctantly took the next bank card.

It was the one that Shen Jinzhi gave him yesterday, and it seemed that he brought it out in a hurry.

Cheng Mu bent over and picked up the bank card.

This card is not as brand new as the previous one, with old scratches all over the card surface and obvious signs of use.

The photo printed on it was very special, and it gave Cheng Mu a wonderful sense of familiarity.

The feeling passed away, and Cheng Mu raised his eyes, walking towards the ATM machine not far away.

The machine reads the memory belonging to the card, and prints the balance of the card on the screen: 2005.20.

Five dollars and two more?

Cheng Mu opened WeChat and found Shen Jinzhi who had added it in a daze yesterday. He just opened the red envelope interface and stopped.

It doesn't look good to call directly like this.

Thinking about it, he quit WeChat.

Better to bring him something next time.

Cheng Mu took out 2000 yuan and left the rest on the card.

The extreme silence in the empty studio created natural nourishment for wild thoughts.

The scene of Chen Jiao talking excitedly to Shen Jinzhi just now played back and forth in Cheng Muze's mind, fueling his negative emotions.

"bell--"

The ringing of the bell at the door of the studio drew half of Cheng Muze's thoughts.

He looked up and saw that it was Qin Yi, and his eyes fell back to their original positions.

Qin Yi leaned over and said leisurely, "Why are you so sad?"

Seeing people ignoring him, Qin Yi half-rolled his eyes, as if he knew something, and asked again: "Because of Chen Jiao?"

Cheng Mu didn't respond, and sighed softly.

That response took the place of an answer.

Qin Yi wondered: "Why don't you ask the consultant I found for you?"

Speaking of this, Cheng Mu couldn't help but gritted his teeth and picked up the conversation: "Why didn't I ask?"

Qin Yi: "Then what did he say?"

"..." Cheng Mu pursed his lips helplessly, not wanting to say anything.

Qin Yi hissed: "Why do you have an expression of disbelief? The consultants in their team are really good."

Cheng Mu raised his eyes and said nothing.

"You do not believe?"

After speaking, Qin Yi took out his mobile phone, found a number from the address book and dialed it.

"Hello? Daqian, tell the truth, did you rely on that team of consultants to get out of the order?" Qin Yi asked.

"Yeah, didn't I tell you already?"

"I have a brother. He has a lot of success in chasing people, but he still refuses to believe in the ability of his consultants. Tell him about you."

"Haha, I also thought they were stupid at first. Their routines are always slanted. If it weren't for the sake of spending money, I wouldn't have listened to their outrageous words."

……

After that, Qin Yi made another five or six phone calls, and these people basically had the same evaluation of the team—the consultants would always come up with some strange tricks, but they worked every time.

When Qin Yi was about to call the seventh person, Cheng Mu locked his cell phone.

Qin Yi proudly said: "Do you believe me now?"

Cheng Mu opened the drawer uneasily, picked up a piece of candy, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "I'll think about it again."

For a long time after Qin Yi left, Cheng Mu sat motionless like a sculpture.

The experiences narrated by those people kept rushing forward like a tide, loosening the nails in Cheng Mu's mind.

Cheng Mu was restless, and left the studio without reading many books.

He walked to the bus stop in a daze, and it was not until he stepped on the bus that he suddenly remembered the fact that he had moved.

"Can you get on the bus?" the bus driver urged.

Cheng Mu bowed apologetically and stepped back.

The bus door closed mercilessly, and the afterglow of the red light passed over his jacket and into the neon lights in the distance.

Cheng Mu left the bus station and walked back to the community in a confused state of mind.

Most of the residents in Rongning City were elites, and even though it was already dinner time, few residents turned on their lights.

Cheng Mu returned to the newly rented house, only then remembered that he forgot to fill his stomach outside.

But he didn't want to go out again.

Walking to the kitchen, Cheng Mu saw the leftover ingredients from yesterday and decided to eat egg noodles again.

After eating a bowl of hot noodles, Cheng Mu felt a little sleepy.

He planned to take a bath to wake up, but he didn't realize that he was even more sleepy.

After a day of high-speed operation, the brain finally got a rest, and Cheng Mu gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, he seemed to be back in the kitchen, cooking noodles.

The difference is that there seems to be a person standing behind him, instructing him to cook noodles.

"Can I not learn?" Cheng Mu asked.

"Are you going to order takeaway all the time during my business trip?"

"It's not a good choice to eat egg noodles every day." Cheng Mu retorted.

Behind him, a burst of woody fragrance came, the smell was obviously very weak, but it seemed to be able to wrap his nasal cavity and repel all other smells around him.

The owner of the breath said softly: "I will teach you slowly, one at a time, and you will not only eat egg noodles in the future."

Cheng Mu complained: "It's so troublesome, can you not go on a business trip?"

"What do you think?" The voice was low, with a hint of refusal.

"All right……"

Not long after, a pot of egg noodles that looked good was finally out.

Cheng Mu couldn't wait to fill a bowl and handed it to the other party.The other party took a sip, paused slightly, and then took another big sip.

"Am I so good?" Cheng Mu asked excitedly, "Can the noodles be this delicious for the first time?"

As he spoke, Cheng Mu picked up the chopsticks and stuffed a big mouthful into his mouth.

The moment the soft and glutinous noodles touched the tip of his tongue, Cheng Mu choked on a mouthful.

He walked quickly to the trash can and spit out the noodles that were so salty in his mouth that he doubted his life.

"You actually tricked me into eating on purpose!"

But when Cheng Mu turned his head, he found that he was still eating with a blank expression.

Cheng Mu took the bowl of noodles from his hand and put it on the kitchen counter.

"Don't you have a sense of taste? Still eating?"

Cheng Mu pursed his lips, took out his wallet from his trouser pocket, took out a bank card, and handed it to the man.

The other party lowered his head slightly, his eyes obviously froze.

"What does it mean?"

"I'll take care of you~" Cheng Mu said cheerfully.

The opponent's figure was completely frozen.

Cheng Mu continued unhurriedly: "This is a joint card made by the Photography Association and the bank. Although there is no money in it, it is still very commemorative. Can I use this card to wrap you up again?" Cook me a meal? I'm really starving."

"Just one meal?"

"Don't you think I want too much?" Cheng Mu raised his head halfway and met the man's gaze, "It's just a meal~ Don't be so stingy~"

"Too little."

"Oh." Cheng Mu looked down, "Just one card seems to be missing."

"I said, too little." The man lowered his head, breathing closer, "You can ask for more."