reverse trapping

The video frame ends and plunges into darkness.

Cheng Muze's sluggish expression was clearly reflected on the screen, and immediately after that, the reflection shattered into illusion.

He stared blankly at Shen Jinzhi's lips that were close at hand, as if he could vaguely feel the touch and temperature that did not exist in his memory.

Shen Jinzhi took back the phone: "Guess again, how did my injury come about?"

Cheng Mu's breathing was stagnant.

Shen Jinzhi stopped talking and did not continue.

He smiled and said to Cheng Mu: "Remember to have breakfast, I'll wait for you at school."

The door closed and closed, and Shen Jinzhi left the room.

Cheng Mu took half a step back, leaned against the wall, and slowly rubbed down.

Did he kiss Shen Jinzhi?

dear? !

Still the kind of evidence.

It's dying.

Cheng Mu covered his face and bumped his head on his leg.

He fell into silence, and the images in the video just now circulated repeatedly in his mind, unable to think at all.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

He stood up from the hot floor and walked around the living room anxiously.

This matter has completely exceeded the scope of his ability to handle affairs.

What can be done?It's definitely not feasible to make mistakes, but if you let him kiss back, wouldn't it be even more strange?

Turning around, Cheng Mu could smell the aroma of food.

He had only sniffed twice before his empty stomach roared unscrupulously.

Otherwise... Let's eat first.

Cheng Mu pulled out his chair, sat at the dining table, and continued to think of ways to eat while eating.

In the end, the breakfast on the table was completely resolved, but there was no clue to the big problem.

While wiping his mouth, he caught sight of the folded soft blanket on the sofa out of the corner of his eye.When he went in last night, it seemed that there was no such thing.

Did Shen Jinzhi sleep on the sofa last night?

Just as he was thinking, the video that Shen Jinzhi played in front of him was forcibly interrupted and played in his mind endlessly.

The sugar in the breakfast gave the brain more nutrients, and Cheng Mu quickly realized a very fatal problem.

——Shen Jinzhi has the surveillance video of that night, doesn't it mean that surveillance is installed in his living room?

So, is it possible for Shen Jinzhi to see him squatting against the wall for a long time and then go to have breakfast without any future?

……

Can you be more embarrassing?

Cheng Mu plunged headlong into the bedroom, and trotted all the way back to his own with his clothes in his arms.

On the sofa, he covered his head like an ostrich for seven or eight minutes before letting himself out to take a breath.

He took out his phone dejectedly.

The phone screen turned on and off, turned off and on again, Cheng Mu lowered his head and saw a message from the consultant.

The message was sent last night, and the content is still an excerpt of a love poem.

"If darkness and depression make you remember every bit of me, then I'd rather you forget it with a smile than you cry to remember it."

Seeing this sentence that was a bit appropriate for the occasion, Cheng Mu said slowly: "But I want to cry and think about it more than indulge in the joy of ignorance."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Mu laughed self-deprecatingly.

He looked up along the chat history, and the previous sentence was the same as what he told the consultant to terminate the service.

The service is over, how can he still receive such news?

Cheng Mu thought for a while, the other party probably just hasn't removed him from the group sending group yet.

If he didn't have to say that sentence to end the consultation, it would be a good way to ask the consultant now.But having said it all, I can only think of another way.

Cheng Mu opened the browser and typed: "Drunk confession and forced kiss..."

After typing, he felt that his situation was too complicated, and the browser probably couldn't help him.

He flipped left and right in the address book, and finally called Fang Shuo.

Fang Shuo answered his call in seconds.

Cheng Mu hesitated for a moment, before opening his mouth: "Let me ask a question, if someone confessed to you and kissed you, but the next day he told you that he was too drunk to count, what would you do?" think?"

"Ah?" Fang Shuo was surprised, "Someone confessed to you? Does Teacher Shen know?"

"No, it's not me." Cheng Mu repeatedly denied, "Just, just a friend."

Fang Shuo was silent for a while before saying: "Listen to me, hurry up and stay away from this kind of scum."

Cheng Mu was confused: "What? He, what's wrong with him?"

Fang Shuo analyzed seriously: "It's a confession to confess, it's despicable to be a hooligan, and in the end you want to use the excuse of getting drunk to escape responsibility?

"You know, drinking behavior is also based on the subconscious. Isn't his subtext, although I'm very interested in you, but you can only be my spare tire, and it's not enough to want to be in the top position."

Cheng Mu's chest felt tight.

Is that so?

Seeing that Cheng Muze was silent, Fang Shuo said anxiously: "Mu Ze, listen to me, there are so many good people in this world, open your eyes and look at the people around you, they can't be better than that scumbag!" ?”

He responded melancholy, kneading the space between his brows.

Although what you said makes sense, the scum you are talking about is me.

He hung up the phone in dismay, and repeated in confusion: "Behavior after drinking is also based on subconsciousness..."

Confession, kiss.

Could it be that he had that kind of thought about Shen Jinzhi?

Impossible, impossible.

Cheng Mu stood up straight, randomly picked up a book from the small bookshelf, and forcibly instilled knowledge into his brain.

But those words seemed to be floating on the paper, scurrying left and right, rearranging them into new words.

The text was converted into speech, and it came from Cheng Muze's left and right ear canals at the same time.

"Guess again, how did the injury on my body come from?"

"I'll be waiting for you at school."

Cheng Mu hastily put aside the book and walked into the bedroom.

Outside the window, sycamore leaves fluttered past the window, and the swaying tree shadows reflected in his eyes, as if there was a kind of magical power, which brought him a sense of calm given by time.

He walked slowly to the window and let out a long sigh.

The phone buzzes and vibrates.

Cheng Mu looked at the screen, and the source of the news was Shen Jinzhi.

"I play badminton with my colleagues in the gym."

He stared out of the window blankly, and murmured: "Wutong, Wutong, what should I do?"

·

Inside the Tianjin University Gymnasium, Shen Jinzhi was checking his badminton racket.

The teacher standing on the side glanced outside the hall: "There are a lot of teachers and students outside waiting for you to come out. It's good for you to play badminton with me here."

Shen Jinzhi picked up the badminton: "Is Teacher Li making fun of me?"

Teacher Li laughed and said: "If I can be as popular as you, I am willing to accept this kind of 'teasing' every day."

Shen Jinzhi gave a wry smile, walked to the predetermined position, and made a beautiful first serve.

The shuttlecock moves back and forth above the block lightly, drawing beautiful curves one by one.

"By the way." Teacher Li said while typing, "Didn't you ask for leave? Why are you back?"

"I want to go out with someone to relax, but he doesn't want to go."

Teacher Li's tone changed suddenly: "Why do I hear that you have something wrong?"

Shen Jinzhi didn't shy away: "Is it obvious?"

"Isn't that obvious? Haven't you always put your work first? I haven't heard that you've ever asked for leave."

Facing him, a high ball was thrown, Shen Jinzhi took off and slammed down the ball.

The badminton fell heavily and lay helplessly on the court.

Shen Jinzhi said lightly, "That's probably a misunderstanding of me."

Teacher Li bent down to pick up the ball, raised his eyebrows and said to Shen Jinzhi: "Aren't you going to save some energy to play? You still have a teacher project in the sports meeting?"

Shen Jinzhi sneered: "No delay."

·

Cheng Mu still walked into the campus.

Half an hour ago, he dialed the number he left on time.

Shi Xun said that it was his classmate who was injured, so he took on the sports program that the other party had reported, and would stay at school all day today, suggesting that Cheng Mu should go to him.

Cheng Mu thought for a moment, then rushed to the stadium along the memory.

Somehow, he unknowingly walked into the indoor gymnasium next to the stadium, and precisely entered the field of the badminton area.

The moment he saw Shen Jinzhi, Cheng Mu realized his strange behavior.

The arena was in full swing, while Cheng Mu was holding the mineral water bottle in his hand, trying to evacuate in vain.

Shen Jinzhi suddenly withdrew his strength, gently stopped the shuttlecock with the racket, and bumped it in the palm of his hand.

He stared intently at the familiar figure, and said to Mr. Li, "I'm tired, take a rest."

Mr. Li was at a loss: "What the hell? Don't you want to fight me a hundred and eighty times just now?"

Shen Jinzhi smiled, without further explanation, put down the ball and racket, and chased towards the door.

"Asha."

Cheng Mu heard Shen Jinzhi's approaching footsteps, and wanted to pretend he didn't hear him and leave quickly, but as soon as the address was spoken, his feet stopped involuntarily.

"Why didn't you call me when you came?"

Cheng Mu had no time to blame himself for his weak legs, so he could only turn around and face Shen Jinzhi.

He was holding a mineral water bottle in one hand, which he had brought to Shi Xun when he heard that Shi Xun had an event in the sports meeting.

Shen Jinzhi moved his gaze down and settled on Cheng Muze's hand: "Water for me?"

Cheng Mu raised his hand, looked at the water in his hand, and was speechless for a moment.

Shen Jinzhi took the bottle of water, but didn't unscrew it immediately.

He smiled and raised his hand, bringing the cold mineral water bottle close to Cheng Muze's cheek.

"Why are you in a daze? My little boyfriend."

The author says:

Excerpts from "Remember" by Christina Rossetti

Happy Lantern Festival, babies~