reverse trapping

After the matter was almost settled, Cheng Mu started to prepare to go back with Shen Jinzhi.

Their last stop was a suburban cemetery.

Cheng Mu once thought about whether to take his mother away, but he thought that leaving Beichi and going to Jinsong was only his personal wish, so he gave up that idea.

In the taxi, Cheng Mu sighed: "I went to my grandma's a few days ago, and she didn't want to leave with me, probably because she still can't accept us."

"It's okay." Shen Jinzhi stroked Cheng Muze's hair on the sideburns, "It will be fine."

Cheng Mu nodded and said nothing.

The weather was not too sunny, with large swathes of dark clouds floating overcastly, blocking the sunshine that should have been shining.

After registering at the gate, Cheng Mu and Shen Jinzhi walked to the mother's tomb.

The winter in the north always releases the severe cold mercilessly, forming a layer of fine frost flowers in front of the mother's grave.

Cheng Mu squatted down and put down the bouquet in his hand.

His fingertips inadvertently rested on the bottom of the stele, and the cold touch instantly spread along the skin.

Cheng Mu trembled physiologically, but stretched out his hand instead, completely resting on the cold stone tablet.

"I've come to see you." He smiled and stared at the photos close at hand, "Do you miss me?"

The surroundings were as quiet as dead silence, only the wind passing through the forest echoed his words.

"A lot of things have happened recently, but most of them are irrelevant, and you don't need to worry about them. But there is something I want to tell you. I am going to leave Beichi and settle in Jinsong."

He chuckled: "Do you remember the day I came here three years ago? At that time, I told you that I liked a boy very much, and I hope to have the opportunity to show you."

As he spoke, Cheng Mu looked up at Shen Jinzhi.

Shen Jinzhi squatted down knowingly, and took Cheng Muze's hand.

"I brought him here." Cheng Mu held Shen Jinzhi's hand tightly, and continued, "This vow was fulfilled a bit late, but it's all my problem, so don't blame him."

"I can't use an exact word to describe him, but in my eyes, no one can beat him. Before you died, you said that you couldn't find anyone else to entrust me with, but now..." Cheng Mu raised his hand The two held hands, facing the tombstone, "I can finally tell you for sure that I found it."

The sound of the surrounding wind softened in a trance, and the feeling of cutting when it brushed against the skin was much lessened.

Cheng Mu pursed his lips: "I haven't given up on photography either. Although I still have a shortcoming that I can't solve, I will stick to it. So my time will be free and I can come back often."

He turned his head to glance at Shen Jinzhi, and called "Mom" tacitly with him.

The sunlight pierces through the thin spots of the clouds, painting a layer of brilliance on top of the black and white photos.

The bouquet swayed in the wind in front of the stele, and the snuggling shadow gradually moved away from the bouquet.

Cheng Mu raised his hand, and put Shen Jinzhi's into the other's pocket.

He raised his fingertips to stir Shen Jinzhi's palm, attracting his attention: "You took me away from my mother, you can't go back on your word."

Shen Jinzhi looked over in confusion: "Why should I go back on my word?"

Cheng Mu hypothesized: "What if one day you find someone with better looks, a better figure, and a more interesting personality than me, and you find that he is your belated true love?"

Shen Jinzhi stretched out his other free hand and nodded Cheng Muze's eyebrows: "It's exactly the same as before that I like to think wildly."

"You haven't answered my question yet." Cheng Mu urged him to answer.

Shen Jinzhi raised the back of his neck, looked at the clouds floating in the sky, at the lonely flying birds, and finally landed on Cheng Muze.

He spoke slowly, and the white breath that came out of his mouth when he spoke was also extremely soft.

"No, I don't have the courage to keep someone silently in my heart for six years anymore."

·

It was late when the two returned to Jinsong.

The temperature in Jinsong is quite different from Beichi, but it is also in the severe winter season.The damp and cold air hit the coat along with the cold wind, slowly infiltrating inward.

While waiting for the car, Shen Jinzhi took off his coat and put it on Cheng Muze to prevent him from getting sick.Cheng Mu rejected it several times, but still couldn't hold back Shen Jinzhi.

As soon as he got in the car, Cheng Mu hurriedly asked the driver to turn on the air conditioner higher.

I haven't been back for a long time, and I must not be able to eat anything at home, so the two decided to eat something nearby.

The two remembered the noodle shop of "Taste of Memory" by coincidence.

Pulling the suitcase and just pushing the door open, the warm air conditioner blows in front of me.

The boss replied directly without raising his head: "It's closed, I won't do anything today, let's eat something else."

"boss."

The boss stopped wiping the table with his hands. He was taken aback for a moment, and then shook off the rag in his hand: "Mr. Shen? I haven't been here for a while, come in quickly."

He lowered his head and glanced at the thick gauze on Shen Jinzhi's wrist: "What's wrong with this hand?"

"It's okay." Shen Jinzhi responded casually, "I accidentally hurt it, it will be fine after a while."

The boss said "Oh", and looked back at Cheng Muze who was pulling the box: "Mr. Shen brought friends here?"

Cheng Mu staggered half a step away from Shen Jinzhi's figure, and looked at the boss: "Uncle, long time no see."

The boss held onto the apron for a moment, looked at the two people from left to right, and suddenly realized: "Oh, I thought you looked familiar last time I saw you, but you don't seem to know me, so I didn't dare Recognize. Are you...meet again?"

Cheng Mu glanced at Shen Jinzhi from the corner of his eye, nodded and said with a smile, "Well, we met again."

"Okay, that's great." The boss rubbed his fingers with a smile on his face, "Didn't you eat when you came back from the airport just now? Sit down for a while, uncle will make a bowl of noodles for you, it will be very fast."

The two looked at each other, looking for a place to sit down.

Shen Jinzhi chose a position near the window, and he could see the plane tree beside the window when he looked up.

Although the interior of the store has changed, it still looks like it did back then.

Cheng Mu put the suitcase away neatly, and asked Shen Jinzhi, "We always sat in this position before, didn't we?"

Shen Jinzhi nodded: "You said that you like the smell of sycamore trees. As long as this side is empty, you will pull me over to sit."

Cheng Mu turned his head to look at the branches and leaves outside the window: "Then you used to sit here when you came here for dinner every Monday?"

The other party suddenly didn't respond.

Cheng Mu turned his gaze back, and his eyes fell on Shen Jinzhi's hand resting beside the chopstick cage.

"You know about this?" Shen Jinzhi slowly pulled out the disposable chopsticks, "So, on the day we reunited, you came here specially to see me?"

Inadvertently missing the whole thing at that time, Cheng Mu avoided Shen Jinzhi's sight in embarrassment.

"I thought it was an illusion, so you were really staring at me that day?" Shen Jinzhi stretched out his hand, and used the plastic paper outside the chopsticks to swipe the back of Mu Ze's hand, "Does it look good?"

The slight sound of the plastic paper was transmitted along the back of the hand along with the slight itchiness, like an invisible hand, gently grasping Cheng Muze's heart, making him unable to move up and down.

The figure passing by the table relieved his embarrassment.

Cheng Mu immediately withdrew his hand and took the fried noodles brought by the boss: "Uncle, you made it really fast today."

The boss brought down another bowl: "It's already boiling in the pot, one is mine and the other is my wife's. You guys eat first, and I'll cook some more."

The boss just walked out two steps, and then retreated resentfully.

He looked at the two meaningfully: "Uncle, this shop has been open for more than ten years. I have seen many gatherings and partings. I have seen pairs of eyes that have lost stars. Teacher Shen is the first one who can regain the stars in these eyes." .”

Cheng Mu remained silent, not knowing how to respond.

"Son, let me say a word. He has been waiting for you here for more than three years. It's really not easy."

Shen Jinzhi disposed of the disposable chopsticks in his hand and placed them on Cheng Muze's bowl: "Uncle, I just think your noodles are delicious."

The boss nodded kindly and left to the kitchen: "Okay, I'm going to make supper for my wife."

Cheng Mu picked up the chopsticks and unconsciously glanced at Shen Jinzhi's bowl.

There was no shredded carrot in his bowl either.

Cheng Mu's vision was blurred, as if he could see the bowl of fried noodles delivered to him, he was obviously not picky, but he picked out all the shredded carrots as before.

But there was no one on the opposite side who needed him to pick vegetables.

Cheng Mu suppressed the soreness in the corners of his eyes, rolled up the noodles and took a bite.

The unstirred sauce spread richly in his mouth, but he still couldn't suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

"Is it delicious?" Shen Jinzhi asked him.

"It's delicious, I haven't eaten it like this since graduation—" Cheng Mu stopped talking halfway through.

Shen Jinzhi raised his eyes: "Why didn't you say anything?"

Cheng Mu put down his chopsticks in a daze: "I seem to have eaten better ones."

"Really?" Shen Jinzhi asked curiously, "Which noodles can compare to the one you used to like to eat every week?"

Cheng Mu replied seriously: "That bowl of egg noodles you cooked for me at home that day was the best I have eaten in recent years."

Shen Jinzhi smiled helplessly, and the light and shadow reflected by the lens shook because of it: "Our A-Xia seems to have really learned badly."

"I mean it." Cheng Mu put down his chopsticks and argued.

"Okay, okay, what A-Xia said is right."

Shen Jinzhi sent the bowl of noodles with mixed sauce in front of him to the opposite side, and Cheng Mu took a bite of fried noodles with the bowl instead: "Eat quickly."

After dinner, it was dark.

The corridor was quiet, only the voice-activated sensor lights greeted their return.

Passing by the door on the third floor, Cheng Mu stopped in his tracks.

Many years ago, he once squatted here soaking wet, begging Shen Jinzhi to take him in.

Thinking about it now, I just think it was ridiculously young and frivolous at that time.

Shen Jinzhi didn't ask a word, but he seemed to have guessed what he was thinking.

"Why did you come to see me that day?"

Cheng Mu came back to his senses, and replied to him according to the feeling in his memory: "Because you seem to be very reliable and very...safe."

"Safety?"

The color of Shen Jinzhi's eyes darkened abnormally, and there was a bit of darkness in his expression.

He took two steps forward, and a dangerous aura came from his eyes, which could not be concealed by the glasses, and gradually pressed on Cheng Muze.

The woody fragrance that often seemed to be hidden on Shen Jinzhi's body also came hot from the air.

Cheng Mu's Adam's apple rolled, his back was forced to press against the cold door panel, and the suitcase he was pulling hit the door panel, making a low "clang" sound.

Shen Jinzhi pressed on with every step, and his toes touched him.

"What did I do to make you misunderstand me..." Shen Jinzhi deliberately elongated his tone, pressing his fingertips on the corner of his mouth, "Is it safe?"

The lights in the corridor suddenly dimmed, and the dim light reflected by the mirror was like a cage, trapping all of Cheng Muze's perceptions.

He stumbled: "At that time... you, you were not like this either."

Shen Jinzhi smiled lightly, and pressed his delicate breath on Cheng Muze's cheek: "If you were exposed early, how can you trick you into going home?"

Behind him, the sound of turning the key was light and low, without disturbing the sensor lights in the corridor at all.

Shen Jinzhi said in a low voice: "I have made all the beds in your original room and changed the quilt."

The metal doorknob turned slowly, making a very thin "squeak".

The door behind him opened, and Cheng Mu, who had lost his support, stepped back half a step, with one hand firmly supporting his waist.

Shen Jinzhi bit his Adam's apple lightly, and his voice was transmitted backwards along his lips, causing Cheng Mu's Adam's apple to go numb due to the shock.

"Asha, it's time to go to sleep."

The author says:

Taste the moonlight today too.

The next update is on Tuesday, and it will be over within the next week~