reverse trapping

A few words of fluent English came from the study, with a smile evident in the tone.

Cheng Mu blocked his ears annoyedly, and the heat from the pinna was transmitted to the palm of his hand exactly.

It's over, it's over.

This is basically a live broadcast, and there is no room for explanation.

Is it too late for him to go for a psychiatric evaluation and say that he is mentally ill?

Cheng Mu grabbed his hair, tugged it a few times and then let go.Looking at the messy shadows under the light, he let out a long sigh.

The voices in the study gradually disappeared, but Shen Jinzhi never came out.

Cheng Mu grabbed the edge of the sofa, and the inadvertent force of his hands made his fingertips turn white.

After a long time, there was finally movement at the door of the study.

The sound of the slippers rubbing against the floor was getting closer, while Cheng Mu suppressed the embarrassment in his heart and tried to behave normally, but his heartbeat insisted on restlessness, rushing back and forth in his chest uneasily.

When the sound stopped behind Cheng Muze, he still couldn't hold back.

Shen Jinzhi held down one of his shoulders from behind, stopping his attempt to escape.

A gentle voice came from behind the ear immediately: "Let me see which little fool is embarrassed?"

Cheng Mu picked up the pillow beside him and covered his face in embarrassment.

The voice came from behind to the front of the body: "Isn't it very powerful just now? Why are you discouraged?"

Cheng Mu hugged the pillow, neither speaking nor letting go.

Shen Jinzhi sighed and said, "It's all right now, it can be regarded as coming out of the closet for me."

Cheng Mu immediately removed the pillow and asked anxiously, "Will something happen?"

But as soon as he took away the pillow, Shen Jinzhi immediately changed his frowning expression: "Huh? Is our A-Xia blushing?"

Cheng Mu grabbed the pillow again and threw it on Shen Jinzhi's body.

Shen Jinzhi held the pillow firmly, and comforted him: "Don't worry, it's okay. I've explained it. They know you're young and clingy, so they understand."

"Understand?" Cheng Mu was shocked, "Isn't that an admission in disguise?"

"Otherwise?" Shen Jinzhi asked back, "Should I persuade them all to go to the ophthalmology department?"

"..."

Hearing what Shen Jinzhi said, Cheng Mu really had no way to refute, he let out a sigh of relief: "Is this really all right..."

Shen Jinzhi nodded affirmatively: "Don't worry, strictly speaking, it's not a meeting, it's just an academic exchange, and the participants are all foreign friends, so don't worry about bumping into each other in the future. In fact, they don't care about anything other than economic indicators. .”

Cheng Muze frowned slightly: "Really?"

Shen Jinzhi gave him a reassuring look: "Really."

Cheng Mu breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered in a low voice: "Why don't you push me away, just drive me away."

"Why do you want to do that?" Shen Jinzhi swept the tip of his nose, "Being with you has never been something that needs to be hidden."

As he said that, his tone became more serious: "Lies always need more lies to make up for. The neighbors across the door still think that we are brothers and sisters. If one day we bump into us kissing downstairs, the world view will probably be different." hit."

Cheng Mu pouted: "I'm afraid it will affect you."

Shen Jinzhi pinched Cheng Muze's face: "It won't affect me, but if you cover up our relationship like this, I will feel that I am not good enough, so you don't want to admit me."

Cheng Mu panicked: "No!"

Shen Jinzhi deliberately prolonged the sound: "Really?"

Cheng Mu nodded repeatedly.

Shen Jinzhi put down the corners of his mouth seriously: "But I'm still very hurt."

"That, that," Cheng Mu stumbled, "Then I..."

Shen Jinzhi glanced at the study room, pressed his fingertips on his lips, and hinted: "I want to taste the sweetness just now."

Only then did Cheng Mu know what Shen Jinzhi was talking about these days.

"Shen Jinzhi!"

He casually picked up a pillow and threw it on Shen Jinzhi's body.

The sound of laughter echoed in the living room, filling the boring time of the night.

After playing around, Cheng Mu was a little tired, so he went to bed early.

I don't know if going to bed early affected the biological clock, but Cheng Mu woke up in the middle of the night.

He came out of the bathroom in a daze, and there was some bright light from the half-closed study door.

Is Shen Jinzhi still working?

Cheng Mu walked into the study worriedly, but the room was empty.

He backed out of the study door in confusion, and glanced at the master bedroom, where the lights were not turned on.

Did you forget to turn off the lights?

Cheng Mu turned off the study light casually.

The light suddenly went out.

Shen Jinzhi's laptop was still turned on, and the blue light emitted from the screen penetrated the dark control system and lightly shrouded the books in front of the computer.

Cheng Mu walked back to the table.

He checked the taskbar carefully, and after confirming that there were no unsaved files, he was about to shut down Shen Jinzhi's phone, when a light blue post-it note caught in the light caught his attention.

The handwriting on the sticky note is Shen Jinzhi's, and the ink is still wet.

"In order to find you, I moved into the eyes of a bird, and often stared at the passing wind."

What are you doing copying this sentence?

At this moment, the phone in his hand lit up.

Cheng Mu turned on the screen naturally.

It was a WeChat message from a consultant.

Strange to say, this is not the first time a consultant has sent him a message in the middle of the night, but this time he just happened to see the live broadcast.

Cheng Mu double-clicked to open the message, and when he saw the words sent by the other party, most of the hazy drowsiness disappeared in an instant.

He raised his hand to grab the post-it note on the page, compared it with the excerpt sent by the consultant on the phone screen, and found that it was the same sentence.

Is it such a coincidence?

Cheng Mu dully picked up the post-it note and looked at the book spread out on the table.

On the snow-white page was a colorful illustration of a boy looking across the fields across the road.

The confusion in the boy's eyes hurt Cheng Muze, reminding him of the heavy snow on New Year's Eve.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cheng Mu caught a glimpse of the large text on the left side of the color box.

The excerpted sentence is also in it.

The pages of the book were fluffy, and the light from the screen faintly penetrated through the gap and was forced to dissipate halfway.

Cheng Mu stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and caressed the pages of the book that were obviously turned.

One page, two pages, three pages.

Looking at Shen Jinzhi's excerpts on the colored sticky notes, Cheng Mu's breathing became lighter.

He reopened the extinguished phone screen and dully called up the chat history with the consultant.

Every time he turned over an article, his doubts became stronger.

Each of the sentences transcribed on the sticky note corresponds to the one sent by the consultant.

Cheng Mu understood that too many coincidences are the truth.

He took half a step back, hitting the chair with his calf.

Cheng Mu sat down according to his strength, and the details of the past flooded into his mind one by one.

The dream catcher captures the starlight tonight, and pours it into the details that he has never paid attention to.

It turned out that what Shen Jinzhi wanted to say had long been hidden in every selection of poems sent to him.

I want to be by your side quietly all the time;

want to caress your back when you're down;

Even if you can never remember everything in the past, I don't want you to be a little sad and frustrated;

Give you unlimited respect and freedom, and show the greatest love;

With you, every time is first love.

Cheng Mu caressed Shen Jinzhi's handwriting, feeling the emotion poured into the brush strokes.

When sending those words, did Shen Jinzhi think that one day others would know about it?

Cheng Mu thought, the answer is no.

Shen Jinzhi never worried that no one would know his love, nor worried that those words would sink into the sea.

He seems to be afraid that he is not doing enough, not good enough.

Cheng Mu closed the anthology of poems with trembling fingers, his gaze resting on the name on the book cover.

In the center of the cover is the name of this anthology: "Poems for Lovers"

Give it, love.

It turned out that Shen Jinzhi had given him the most precious promise in a way he didn't know.

In such a distant beginning.

Cheng Mu felt that his troubles these days were worthless.

How difficult is it to admit that you left without saying goodbye?

What if I can't get an understanding?

Big deal do it all over again.

It's for him to get close, to give, to bear the pain.

Even if Shen Jinzhi doesn't accept it, he can switch to a corner where he can't see and guard silently.

No matter what, it is much better than pretending to be deaf and dumb like now.

"Asha?"

Shen Jinzhi's voice came from the door, as if falling from the sky, it landed on Cheng Muze's heart.

"Why didn't you go to the study when you didn't sleep?"

Cheng Mu turned sideways and looked at the door.

Shen Jinzhi was wearing his coat neatly, the starlight fell on his shoulders from the window, shining brightly and gently.

"what happened?"

Shen Jinzhi approached, and the coolness outside the house spread a little along his coat, and spread coolly in Cheng Muze's moist eyes.

Cheng Mu clenched his lower lip, but still couldn't stop trembling.

Shen Jinzhi leaned down and touched the back of his head with concern: "It really doesn't matter about the meeting, nothing will happen. Didn't I tell you this afternoon?"

The light from the computer screen pressed against the mirror in front of Shen Jinzhi's eyes, but it couldn't separate the softness in his eyes.

Cheng Mu loosened the grip between his teeth, and said to Shen Jinzhi: "Senior, can I... ask you for something."

"Okay." The soft flow turned to the corner of Shen Jinzhi's mouth, bringing up a smile on him, "But what is so attractive to us, A-Xia, that it's worth asking me for it in the middle of the night?"

Cheng Mu originally wanted to respond to that smile, but couldn't lift the corners of his mouth.

He said the answer awkwardly but sincerely: "Your time."

Shen Jinzhi's eyes froze.

Cheng Mu continued: "At that time, you said that you wanted to record everything about me with time. Does that still count?"

Time seemed to go back three years ago, on that sunny afternoon, in front of the river embankment with gurgling water.

Shen Jinzhi seriously expressed the love hidden in his heart, and said the phrase "I want to record everything about you with time".

Shen Jinzhi lowered his eyes with a wry smile.

In an instant, the regret in the memory seemed to be filled with new colors, shining brightly in my mind.

He slowly climbed onto Cheng Muze's shoulder, rubbing it back and forth inexplicably.

"Numbers," he said, "never count."

Cheng Mu raised his hand tremblingly, and brought it close to Shen Jinzhi's cheek.

Shen Jinzhi raised his head following his movements.

Spots of light that cannot be blocked by the lenses danced in his eyes, like a rippling Milky Way.

"Shen Jinzhi, long time no see."

Shen Jinzhi raised his hand to press Cheng Muze's movements.

The cool temperature came down the cheeks, but it could warm everything.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The author says:

Could Qiqi get the attention of an author today?

Sentences are excerpted from Bi Gan's "Picnic on the Roadside"