reverse trapping

Wan Weiduo took a lot of effort to bring Shen Jinzhi back.

After the emotional catharsis, the exhaustion rebounded several times.

Shen Jinzhi was seriously ill and spent several days in bed in a daze.

Wan Weiduo took a picture of Shen Jinzhi's cufflinks while he was sleeping, and wanted to mend one for him.

But when he found a brand store, the other party said it was a customized model.The customized design models in the store are never repeated, and the same model will not be reordered unless authorized by the buyer himself.

Of course Wan Weiduo could find other channels to reproduce the exact same cufflinks, but he did not do so.

Because, that doesn't make sense at all.

The snow drifted in pieces for a few days, and the half-cold Tsumatsu City could not keep the snow, and was forced to take off its white coat.

After he recovered from his illness, Shen Jinzhi's life returned to normal, as if everything on New Year's Eve was just a nightmare fabricated by Wan Weiduo's brain after drinking.

After that day, Wan Weiduo didn't mention those things again, and tacitly chose not to talk about them with Shen Jinzhi.

After all, for things like emotional injuries, others can't help them, they can only wait for time to heal slowly.

The wine in his hand had bottomed out, and Wan Weiduo's originally stable breath also added a little fluctuation.

He took a long breath and said to Cheng Mu: "I can see that you are different to him. As his friend, I selfishly hope that you can think clearly before responding to him. decision whether to accept or reject."

Cheng Mu's whole body was numb, as if he had suffered from severe pain and left sequelae.

He wanted to raise his eyelids and reply to Wan Weiduo seriously, but found that he had lost control over his body.

He worked hard for a long time, but in the end he only uttered the word "good" without any tone.

Obviously, he couldn't listen to Wan Weiduo talking about anything else.

Cheng Mu went back in a daze, and sat on the sofa blankly.

Darkness brings infinite reverie space for thoughts.

Is he the one who makes Shen Jinzhi so sad?

Cheng Mu didn't dare to think deeply.

He is both afraid of being and afraid of not being.

Shen Jinzhi came back later than usual, and the dark sky enveloped the entire living room, but he still saw Cheng Muze sitting on the sofa at a glance.

"Asha?"

Shen Jinzhi called out in a low voice.

Seeing the person move slightly, he confirmed that Cheng Muze was not asleep, and raised his hand to flip the light switch in the living room.

He changed into his slippers and approached the sofa: "Why don't you turn on the light, are you in a bad mood?"

Cheng Mu slowly adapted to the light, and looked up at Shen Jinzhi.

Shen Jinzhi's face was gentle, and his windbreaker was crisp, which fit his calm temperament appropriately.

It was really hard for Cheng Mu to imagine that this person in front of him would throw away his usual elegance and dignified into the snow just to find a cuff button.

It must have been sent by someone important, right?

A strong urge came to Cheng Muze's mind - he wanted to see that cuff button.

The atmosphere of silence aroused Shen Jinzhi's uneasiness, and the concern hidden in his eyes deepened.

Cheng Mu quickly shook his head: "I'm just tired of playing with my mobile phone, so I close my eyes and rest in the living room."

Shen Jinzhi withdrew his gaze suspiciously, and didn't ask further: "Then go to bed early tonight."

"Yeah." Cheng Mu got up and went straight back to the bedroom.

He took off a few clean clothes from the hanger, counted the time and knocked on Shen Jinzhi's door.

After living together for so long, this was the first time Cheng Muze knocked on the door of the master bedroom.

Perhaps it was unexpected that Shen Jinzhi failed to respond immediately.

After a few seconds, he whispered "Come in".

Cheng Muze's guess was correct. At this time, Shen Jinzhi had just changed into his home clothes, and the clothes he had changed were hanging on the corner of the bed before he had time to tidy them up.

Cheng Mu saw the cuff button with a dark glow in the folded clothes at a glance.

He put the clothes in his arms on top of Shen Jinzhi's clothes, and brought them back into his arms.

"Watching a movie before ruined your clothes. I can't wash the suit jacket. I can only wash something else instead. I will apologize."

Shen Jinzhi's mouth slowly raised an arc, but before his smile was full, Cheng Mu went out with his clothes in his arms.

Cheng Mu rushed into the bathroom with a few clothes in his hands with a guilty conscience.

He locked the bathroom door, and took out Shen Jinzhi's shirt from the clothes in his hand.

The shirt had just come off, but still had body heat.

Cheng Mu seemed to be able to smell the woody fragrance that belonged to Shen Jinzhi on the shirt.

He found the cuff of his shirt and pinched the old but exquisite cuff button.

The design of the cufflinks incorporates the elements of mechanical gears, but the overall feeling it gives people is very soft, inexplicably like Shen Jinzhi himself, with a sharp edge hidden in his gentleness.

I don't know if it's the scent of the shirt or the visual impact of the cuff buttons, but Cheng Muze has a sense of familiarity.

"Dangdangdang-"

The knock on the door dispelled Cheng Muze's vague feeling.

Shen Jinzhi's voice came through the door, and a strange sound effect fainted in the bathroom: "Ah Xia, I really don't need it."

Cheng Mu didn't speak, but his hands on the cuff buttons were tightening.

After a while, Shen Jinzhi sighed.

"Okay, are my cufflinks there? I haven't taken them off yet, they should still be on my shirt."

Cheng Mu responded in a low voice: "Yes. I took it off and put it in my pocket. My hands are wet. I will send it to you after I pack it up."

Shen Jinzhi paused for a moment: "Then, don't hurt your hand."

Cheng Mu responded.

As the footsteps faded away, Cheng Muze's eyes shifted to the cufflinks again.

Looking at it, he suddenly remembered what Wan Weiduo said about customizing cufflinks when he and he had dinner.

He took off the cufflinks, turned them around in his fingertips, and finally found the inconspicuous brand on it.

On the electronic map, there is its brand store in a commercial building two kilometers away from the community.

The beating positioning created a strong sense of calling, calling Cheng Muze to go.

"Crack-"

Cheng Mu gently unlocked the bathroom door and quietly left Shen Jin's house.

The other party may find that he is not there at any time.

The wind at night carried the chill, curling up Cheng Muze's hair.

He anxiously stopped the car at the gate of the community and went straight to the commercial building.

He held on tightly to the cuff button for fear of losing it.

The end of the cufflinks poked Cheng Muze's palm, punishing him for his presumptuous assertion.

Cheng Mu took the elevator to the seventh floor.

The store was near the elevator, so Cheng Mu didn't need to look for it.

He rushed into the storefront, his hurried steps out of step with the customers wandering around.

The salesman received him warmly: "You—"

Cheng Mu didn't have time to wait for her to finish speaking, so he spread his palms and showed her the cufflinks.

He asked unsteadily, "Hi, I want to know if this cufflinks are custom-made here?"

The salesman looked at the cufflinks politely and asked, "Can I have them?"

Cheng Mu nodded.

Through the white gloves, the other party picked up the cufflinks to check.

After half a minute, she said softly: "Please wait a moment."

She walked to the operating table, picked up the magnifying glass and looked for the back of the cufflinks.

Then, she turned on the computer and entered a string of numbers.

After a series of operations, the saleswoman came back to Cheng Muze and gave him an affirmative answer: "Yes sir, this cuff is indeed a customized model of our brand, number SV06540403."

The mantissa of the code caught Cheng Muze's attention.

All coding must have rules.

He took the cufflinks returned by the other party and asked, "May I ask about your commodity coding rules?"

The saleswoman was stunned for a moment, but still answered his question: "SV is the abbreviation of the brand, the last four digits are the date of customization, the middle four digits are the company's internal identification number, and there is another set of compilation rules."

In other words, the customized date is April [-]rd.

His birthday is also on this day, is it really just a coincidence?

Cheng Muze's heart beat faster.

He exhaled shallowly, and the fire in his heart burned even more vigorously under the agitation of the air.

He licked his lips uneasily: "Can I check who bought it?"

The salesman bowed politely: "Sorry, we have strict confidentiality clauses and promise to protect the privacy of every customer. There is only one cufflink, and we cannot provide any information."

Cheng Mu's eyes paled, unable to hide his disappointment.

He put aside the dizzy thoughts in his head, and suddenly thought of a new idea.

He took out his ID card from his wallet and handed it over: "Can I check my custom records in your store?"

The saleswoman took Cheng Mu Ze's ID card with both hands: "Yes."

The wait is long.

Cheng Mu seemed to be standing in a frying pan, and the rising heat was depriving him of his vitality every second.

The mechanism inside the watch dial was turning with difficulty, unable to tighten his chaotic heartbeat at all.

After a while, Cheng Mu, the saleswoman, looked over.

"I've been waiting for a long time, after checking through the network system..."

The jumping machine climbed to the top, and the tight seat belt reminded Cheng Mu to be ready to fall to the bottom at any time.

Cheng Mu gritted his teeth.

The saleswoman continued: "You did order a cufflink in our brand chain store, the number is SV06540403."

Cheng Muze's heartbeat stopped suddenly.

He couldn't believe his ears: "Can you... repeat the number again?"

"SV06540403."

Cheng Mu's constricted heart loosened, and it bounced back repeatedly in a vengeful manner.

The matter that had tortured him for more than two years finally had a breakthrough, but Cheng Mu felt that it was extremely unreal.

He lowered his eyelashes, staring at the cuff buttons in his palm, and the corner of his mouth curled into a bitter arc.

"It turns out, it's really you."

The author says:

Finally wrote it! !