reverse trapping

Cheng Mu's body was stiff, and he stood there dumbly.

Humid water vapor kept gushing out from the crack of the door, inadvertently circling Cheng Muze's neck, leaving behind a damp heat.

Cheng Mu tightened his knuckles on the doorknob, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Well... I just want to take a bath, but I don't know there are people inside."

The lies weaved in a hurry within ten seconds are full of loopholes, like paper lanterns, unable to withstand the test of the slightest wind and rain.

Shen Jinzhi unexpectedly did not expose him.

He turned around completely and took half a step in the direction of the glass door.

The shower was working tirelessly, and the water flow changed its shape, covering Shen Jinzhi's broad back.

"I see." He put on a look of sudden realization, "Then you saw me inside but didn't turn around and leave, do you want to wash with me?"

The hot air kept raising the temperature in the bathroom, quickly infecting Cheng Muze's body.

The heat suddenly blew out the original logic line in his mind, and he lowered his head and turned around bluntly: "You wash slowly."

The door of the bathroom was pulled in a panic, the deadbolt scraped against the metal on the door frame, and regrettably returned to the original place.

Shen Jinzhi kept staring at the crack of the door until he could not hear Cheng Muze's movement at all before looking away.

"Axia... I hope this time, I won't be the one to get it wrong."

With one hand propped on the glass door, he turned the switch handle backwards and turned it all the way.

The water temperature changed rapidly, cooling his restlessness.

The sound in the bathroom stopped for a while, when Cheng Mu suddenly heard approaching footsteps.

The voice was calm, but instantly fluctuated his long-lost emotions.

No matter how much he prayed in his heart, there was still a knock on the door.

Shen Jinzhi's voice came immediately: "Open the door."

Not long after the meaningless ideological struggle, Cheng Mu opened the door.

Before Shen Jinzhi could speak, he preemptively bowed to the other party.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. I didn't peek at you taking a shower, and I didn't want to take a shower with you. You just think I'm not smart enough. Don't be as knowledgeable as me."

Cheng Muze spoke extremely fast, as if he was afraid that others would get in his mouth.

He outputted continuously for a long while before he was about to stop, but Shen Jinzhi never made a sound.

At this time, Cheng Muze's nose passed a few traces of the aroma of milk.

"Are you finished?" Shen Jinzhi asked in a low voice, "If I don't want to get up again, I can only worship with you. If you pray three times, you will be mine."

After understanding the subtle hints in Shen Jinzhi's words, Cheng Mu straightened up immediately.

He didn't dare to look up, and his lowered eyes fell on the glass of milk in Shen Jinzhi's hand.

Shen Jinzhi picked up the milk cup and brought it to Cheng Muze: "You are not in good condition, drink a cup of hot milk before going to sleep."

But there was no mention of the bathroom.

Cheng Mu took the cup quite unexpectedly, and raised his eyes with a complicated expression.

The light in the living room was not turned on, and the moonlight was divided into large pieces of light by the window frame, falling on Shen Jinzhi's body.

The moonlight coated his wet hair with a layer of light silver, exuding a unique gentleness.

Shen Jinzhi raised his hand, and the shadows of the two on the ground overlapped, as if they were embracing.

Those hands hung for a while, and finally only stroked his hair.

Shen Jinzhi's lip line opened an extremely soft arc, and his lingering voice was full of irresistible tenderness: "Good night, Axia."

Looking at the restrained hand, Cheng Muze's heart skipped a beat.

Did Shen Jinzhi originally want to hug him?

Cheng Muze's breathing slowed down, but his heart rate continued to rise against the trend.

He didn't speak, just watched the back of Shen Jinzhi walking into the master bedroom.

With Shen Jinzhi's departure, the moonlight finally covered the floor in front of Cheng Muze's feet.

The temperature of the milk is continuously transmitted to the palm of the hand, all the way to the chest.

In the past few months of acquaintance, Shen Jinzhi seems to have been forgiving his mistakes.No matter what, as long as he doesn't want to talk about it, Shen Jinzhi will automatically retreat outside the safety line and give him a piece of free space.

Coincidentally, he is also a person who regards freedom as his life.

Cheng Mu stared fixedly at the milk in his hand.

The temperature of the milk dropped slowly, forming a thick layer of milk skin, just like his sinking thoughts.

Cheng Mu drank the milk, rinsed his mouth and went back to the bedroom.

He pulled the quilt over his head and hid himself in the extreme darkness.

The lack of vision stimulated the sense of taste, and the mouthwash left on the tip of the tongue also precipitated a little bitterness.

The exhaled turbid air gathered in the narrow quilt, bringing a strong sense of suffocation.

Cheng Mu heard the sound of heavy rain and muffled thunder in a daze, and the moisture stalked inward along the edge of the bedding.

An inexplicable sharp pain came from the temple, and the sudden burst of pain jumped to the top.

He didn't have time to react, he just let out a painful "uh" and fell into a coma.

The cell phone in his hand rang rapidly, and Cheng Mu picked it up irritably.

"I knew you didn't want to study honestly. No wonder you insisted on taking Yongchuan's master's degree last year. It turned out that you planned to minor in some shit photography at that time."

Cheng Mu squeezed the phone tightly: "I have continued to study finance according to your wishes, and I only use my spare time to minor in photography, isn't it okay?"

The male voice on the phone denied it very simply: "Of course not, the energy is spent on other places, how can you learn the main business well, and will the management company use your broken camera to beat the employees in the future?"

Cheng Mu suppressed the anger in his chest, tried his best to calm down and said: "Father, I have said many times that photography is something I have insisted on for more than ten years. I don't have to pursue the matter of you changing my choice. For the sake of my mother's last wish, I can continue to study, but it is impossible to force me to give up what I love."

"Impossible?" The man snorted heavily, "I must find someone to smash your pile of scrap metal!"

Cheng Muze's emotions became more and more uncontrollable: "Didn't you smash it once? Now everything in my hand, except what my mother left me, is earned by myself. Why do you move?!"

"She bought it? She used to be just a housewife who relied on me to support her, and didn't she spend my money!"

"No!" Cheng Mu roared angrily, "My mother is a writer, and every penny she spends is the result of her hard work."

"Okay!" The man was out of breath with anger, "I'll stop your card right now, and see if you can still be stubborn!"

"On your own."

Cheng Mu hung up the phone and threw the phone on the table.

There was no one in the dormitory, and the square inch illuminated by a desk lamp looked extremely depressing.

The clouds outside the house were getting thicker and thicker, and the wind couldn't help sighing, slamming on the fragile glass.

Cheng Mu left the dormitory without looking back, rushed out of the campus, and wandered aimlessly on the streets.

The suffocating rain poured down, but Cheng Mu didn't want to take shelter from the rain, and even selfishly wanted the rain to be heavier, and it would be best to wash everything in his mind.

About the last time he saw his mother in the hospital, about how he didn't know that his volunteer had been tampered with until he was admitted...

The rain penetrated through his thin clothes and stuck to his skin sticky, bringing a strong sense of restraint.

The clothes tightly wrapped every inch of his skin, but Cheng Mu couldn't take them off on the street.

I don't know whether it was rainwater or tears poured into the mouth from the gap between the lips, and bitterness overflowed in an instant.

A few dark thunders flashed in the clouds, but after all, there were only a few muffled bangs, but they were not released.

Cheng Mu walked into a neighborhood unknowingly, and subconsciously went upstairs.

The drenched clothes were dripping with rain, leaving crooked water marks on the gray stairs.

Finally, he stood at the door of one of the houses.

After hesitating for a long time, he still knocked on the door.

But no one answered.

Several times in a row, there was no response once.

Cheng Mu continued to knock on the door without giving up, and finally despaired amidst the echo of the corridor.

The torrential rain was still falling, and Cheng Mu slid down against the door panel.

He hugged his cold legs and squatted in place suffocating.

He shrank back, completely submerged in the shadow of the corridor.

At this moment, a burst of footsteps from bottom to top entered his ears.

He looked over expectantly, and a familiar figure just rightly appeared at the stairs.

The man was holding an umbrella, and the accumulated rainwater slid down the pure black umbrella surface and landed on the uneven concrete floor of the corridor.

He froze slightly, as if confirming.

Cheng Mu raised his eyes, and the breath sucked back into his chest was intermittent, and even his voice trembled.

Like a free duckweed tentatively looking for a short-term home, he asked tremblingly: "Today, can I stay overnight?"

After those words fell, the umbrella in the man's hand moved stiffly.

He took off his coat and leaned over Cheng Muze's body: "You can stay as long as you want."

There are no inquisitive doubts, no endless questions, only a warm affirmation.

The depression that had been stuck in Cheng Muze's heart finally broke through, and the strong impact astringent the tip of his nose.

He put his arms around the man's neck and broke down crying helplessly.

The tears that burst the embankment slid down the back of his hand and fled in all directions.

Cheng Mu woke up suddenly, with tears soaking half of the pillow.

He threw off the quilt covering his head and breathed in the fresh air in the room.

At this moment, he seemed to have knocked off a stone slab from the middle, as if he had lost his mind.

He collected himself, and the blurry figure in his mind gradually overlapped with Shen Jinzhi who he had waited for in the corridor that night.

Thinking about it carefully, during the few days he stayed with Shen Jinzhi, he always seemed to recall the past frequently.

Plus the clues he found before going to sleep...

In the chaos, a possibility that had never been thought of came to mind - could Shen Jinzhi be the person he has been looking for?

Cheng Mu stood up with difficulty and turned on the bedside lamp.

Two o'clock in the morning is the time to fall asleep the most.

It's useless to think wildly, perhaps, only Shen Jinzhi can give him the answer.

He took out a flashlight and entered Shen Jinzhi's study.

He didn't wear slippers, and the sound of walking was quietly hidden in the melting night.

He walked forward with a flashlight and shone it on Shen Jinzhi's desk.

A closed laptop is placed on the table, and a few red candies are scattered beside the neat file folder, reflecting colorful light under the illumination of the flashlight.

At the edge of the light range, Cheng Mu spotted a photo frame.

He took a closer look, and it turned out to be one of his previous portrait photography works.

But maybe Shen Jinzhi just happened to know this person.

Cheng Mu didn't want to have too high expectations, so as to avoid disappointment.

In the next second, he paused, his eyes fixed on the rows of photo frames on the bookshelf directly opposite.

It is no exaggeration, each of the photos above is his photography work as a Z-air period.

The fragments of memory catalyze the sense of anticipation, and pull each other contradictoryly with the sense of tension.

Cheng Mu took a step forward, and the fan-shaped light of the flashlight moved accordingly.

"Snapped--"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the light above his head suddenly lit up.

The sudden light change brought discomfort to the pupils, Cheng Mu took a half step back in shock, and suddenly bumped into a firm embrace.

A hand was put on his arm, and the scorching breath slowly approached his ear.

"Let me see which little night owl didn't sleep and ran into my study to steal research results?"