it's okay if you're stupid

"...not that one," Xie Zhi was stunned for a while, before returning to his senses, "it's the other one in the set."

Pei Xianyi said "Oh", and continued to stare at the pen in a daze, her eyes were unpredictable, as if she remembered something.

He held the pen in his hands and played with it fondly, as if he was touching something fragile and precious.

Xie Zhi sent the pen, and Song Dan sent the document.

Just right for a signature.

During the period of recuperation, Pei Xianyi's work has not been interrupted, and now it is a little better, and the video conferences continue one after another. Looking at this stack of documents, the boss is not happy.

But now he is eager to try the pen.

He opened the document and began to read it. He quickly read one copy, signed his name with a swipe of a pen, looked left and right, felt good, and nodded in satisfaction.

The dessert shop was far away from the theater, and there was a traffic jam on the road. Pei Xianyi's work ability increased with age, and taking advantage of this gap, she solved most of the documents and reports to be signed.

It was dark when I got the cake back home. Aunt Sun had just left, and there was dinner on the table. The soup was simmering regularly in the kitchen. The sweet aroma of corn wafted over. into the kitchen.

Before the aunt left, she put the gift on the table. It was a hand-woven scarf.

Aunt Tide's children and grandchildren have excellent aesthetics, excellent skills, fine needle bases, and beautiful colors, which are no worse than those in shopping malls. The winter in City A is very cold, which just comes in handy.

Pei Xianyi liked it so much, covered his neck, and showed off to Xie Zhi who came out with soup: "Does it look good?"

Xie Zhi raised his eyebrows, seeing his embarrassment, he felt uncomfortable.

Maybe I will ask my aunt to weave a scarf as a present for my birthday next year?

Xie's father thought about it seriously, put down the soup, and heard the bluffing Pei suddenly say: "You can also knit me one this winter."

"..." Xie Zhi gave him a cold look, "Did you wake up?"

Pei Xianyi clicked his tongue: "It's fierce and cold, it's really not attractive."

Xie Zhi was indifferent.

Pei Xianyi sat down embarrassingly in his cold eyes, thought for a while, but was not convinced: "Today is my birthday, you have to listen to me."

"How old is your birthday?"

Pei Bao raised his chest proudly: "Sixteen!"

Xie Zhi exposed it mercilessly: "You are 28 this year."

Pei Xianyi showed horror: "How could I be so old!"

"..."

You are that old.

Just as he was talking, Pei Xianyi's cell phone in the living room rang suddenly, Xie Zhi was close, walked over to look down, and threw it to him.

It was Pei Xianyi's father who called.

Pei Xianyi glanced out of the corner of her eye, and directly cut off the phone: "Let's eat, the young master has prepared your favorite fish tonight."

"You prepared it?" Xie Zhi was slightly surprised, but before he got a response, the phone rang again.

Pei Xianyi originally planned to turn off the phone directly, but when she glanced at Xie Zhi, her fingertips paused suddenly, and she accidentally answered the phone.

Pei Zhenghong on the other end of the phone said, "How old are you, playing this game again?!"

Pei Xianyi sneered.

The atmosphere became stiff, Xie Zhi ate calmly.The chef in the theater went back to his hometown for the funeral, and changed it temporarily. It didn't suit the taste, and he didn't eat much at noon. His stomach was burning and he was so hungry.

But no matter how hungry Xie Zhi was, he couldn't gobble it up. He had thick eyelashes drooping, his snow-white cheeks fluttered slightly, and he ate a piece of fish slowly and gracefully. He looked unexpectedly cute, like a white rabbit gnawing on carrots.

Pei Xianyi became interested, picked up a piece of fish, turned on the phone hands-free and threw it aside, concentrating on picking.

The phone was not hung up, and a woman's gentle voice came out vaguely, as if trying to persuade Pei Zhenghong not to speak so harshly.

After picking the thorns, Pei Xianyi threw the fish into Xie Zhi's bowl, and looked at him with his cheek.

Xie Zhiya nodded her head in thanks, and continued to concentrate on eating.There was a little smile in Pei Xianyi's eyes, and he lazily picked up his phone and said, "I have something to say, I'm busy."

After a rustle, Pei Zhenghong said in a deep voice, "What can you do? You are so delicate, you have not broken an arm or a leg, and you have been at home for so long, what do you look like!"

"Pei Dong taught you the lesson." Pei Xianyi watched Xie Zhi eat the fish, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart, and picked another piece of fish slowly, with a mocking smile on his lips, "I'm free, time It’s not worth the money, you’re different, don’t waste your family reunion time with me, I can’t afford it.”

These words were too sharp, unlike what a mature adult would say, Pei Zhenghong's voice froze, speechless.

There was a deep smile on the corner of Pei Xianyi's mouth, but his eyes were cold.

Xie Zhi saw that his hands trembled indistinctly.

Pei Zhenghong was quiet for a long time, and said in a shy voice: "You haven't said such a thing in the past few years, I thought you had let it go." The strong tone over there receded like a tide, "...today is your birthday, gift I was stopped by security, remember to pick it up."

Pei Xianyi's lips were tightly pressed, her dark pupils were bottomless, stubborn and indifferent.

Pei Zhenghong said: "Xiaoyi, we haven't seen each other for four years."

Hearing this, Pei Xianyi laughed instead: "Because I'm funny."

"If you say something like this, it hurts others and yourself, why bother?"

"Worry, don't hurt yourself, I'm happy."

"How is your illness?" Pei Zhenghong didn't know why his well-behaved son suddenly changed back to his previous appearance, and skipped the topic with a headache, feeling worried, "I asked your assistant, and he said that the treatment is still halfway through?"

"Can't die."

"Do you have to speak in this tone?"

"Not used to it? I hung up."

Before Pei Zhenghong could speak, Pei Xianyi hung up the phone and turned off the phone with one hand.

Then he smiled indifferently at Xie Zhi: "It's interesting."

Xie Zhi finished dinner quietly during this dispute, held the napkin and pressed the corner of his lips: "It's not very interesting."

Never expected that the relationship between Pei Xianyi and his family was so rigid.

The father and son are like enemies, the conversation must be choked, and they haven't seen each other for four years.

He had doubts in his heart and wanted to ask, but seeing Pei Xianyi's depressed look after hanging up the phone, he swallowed the words back.

There was a dead silence on the dinner table until the cake was brought out after the meal.

The two had a dispute.

Xie Zhi wanted to use candles to insert the number 28, while Pei Xianyi insisted that he was still sixteen green onions and a flower, and he would fight to death with his teeth and claws, refusing to grow old.

The two stalemate for a long time, Xie Zhi took two steps back, turned on the phone camera to point at him, and said coldly: "It's up to you."

Pei Xianyi won the victory, plugged in the number sixteen with satisfaction, closed his eyes and made a wish, solemnly wishing himself a happy 16th birthday.

Xie Zhi silently saved the video, named it "Sixteen", and planned to use it to make fun of Pei Xianyi when he woke up.

For the new movie, Xie Zhi has been gaining weight recently, so he shared the cake with Pei Xianyi with peace of mind.

This dessert shop has a good reputation. It is the only one in city A. It is extremely difficult to make an appointment. Ordinary customers may not be able to get a reservation half a month in advance. It is thanks to Li Jia that they can make an appointment one day in advance.

The cake is not too big and not too small, just enough for two people to have dessert after dinner.Xie Zhi sent a message to Li Jia to thank him, and got a grinning expression - "He is asleep".

[Thank you for knowing:. 】

[Teletubbies: If you need me, don't look for him, stay away from him. 】

For some reason, Zong Ming defended Xie Zhi like a wolf dog guarding his fleshy bones. Xie Zhi contacted Li Jia recently, and in all likelihood it was Zong Ming who spoke.

He raised his eyebrows and didn't reply. The two deleted the conversation tacitly, pretending nothing happened.

After a delay, Pei Xianyi disappeared when he raised his head. Xie Zhi raised his head, Pei Xianyi leaned on the fence on the third floor, and waved to him: "Come up, it's time to give me a present."

Xie Zhi was confused: "Send it."

"That's what you want to give, and that's what I want."

"Rogue logic, you will blush because of this sentence at the age of 28." Xie Zhi looked at him for a moment, then frowned and went upstairs. When he reached the third floor, his footsteps paused, "What do you want?"

Pei Xianyi looked a little excited, and led him inside: "Shh, keep it secret."

Xie Zhi's footsteps were leisurely, two steps behind, staring at the back of his head, he suddenly felt that Pei Xianyi like this was quite cute.

He was too lazy to correct Mr. Pei's glorious and mighty image, so he followed step by step, and by the way looked at the third floor that he hadn't seen much.

The layout is actually similar to that on the second floor, except that the doors of every room are tightly closed...except for the innermost one.

That room should be the destination, Pei Xianyi quickened her pace, and stretched out her hand to push open the half-covered door.

crunch--

The arrangement inside slides into the eye socket.

Several famous oil paintings are hung on the snow-white walls, rows of hardcover books are neatly arranged on the bookshelves, and a few dolls are piled up on the bay window. Next to it is a small and exquisite pot of double-petaled roses, slowly spitting out pink and white petals.

Soft wool carpets cover the entire room, and opposite the ivory sofa...is a grand piano covered by a beige cover.

Xie Zhi was stunned by the door.

Pei Xianyi turned his back to him, and didn't notice anything unusual. He walked to the piano and pulled off the cover: "I came up these few days and saw a piano here. It seems that it has been collecting dust since I bought it. I saw it on the Internet before. Seeing the video of you playing the piano, you seem to be very good at it? I want to hear you play."

He paused for a while, thinking of the handsome and cold boy playing the piano in the video, a surge of enthusiasm surged from the bottom of his heart, and cherishedly swept the black and white keys with his fingertips, with a shyness in his tone that he didn't realize And nervous, "If you want to play in the future... you can also come up directly, this is not your restricted area."

His voice seems to be very close, but also seems far away.

Xie Zhi's heart was pounding, beating his eardrum again and again, the blood seemed to be flowing back, his fingertips were trembling as if they were cold, and his brain was buzzing chaotically.

There was something magical about the piano that pained him and fascinated him at the same time.

He held on to the door frame to stand firm, and it took a lot of effort before he tore his eyes away from it, dripping with cold sweat.

His lips twitched, "I can't play."

Pei Xianyi vaguely touched the distant memory, and was full of anticipation, when he heard the sound, he was stunned, and looked towards the door: "Why?"

Xie Zhi quickly turned away, hid his trembling fingers, leaned against the wall and turned his back to him: "...I don't want to play."

"What's the reason?" Pei Xianyi was very upset, "You agreed to listen to me today? Didn't you promise me to give me a gift?"

Xie Zhi was straightforward: "Don't play."

Pei Xianyi was startled, looking at Xie Zhi's back showing half of rejection by the door, there were signs of injury in his eyes.

He felt extremely wronged, his eyes were red, and he gritted his molars tightly: "Do you hate me?"

Xie knew why he thought like this: "How is it possible."

"Then why don't you want to?" Pei Xianyi sniffled, "You just hate me...it's obviously what you're best at, but I just, just want to listen to your piano..."

Xie Zhi closed his eyes, hearing Pei Xianyi's soft complaint, put his fingertips in the crook of his arm, knocked silently for a while, turned around and stretched out his hand, and slapped out the light in the room.

The moonlight slanted in, filtered by the water-blue window screens, like a thin layer of frost, darkening the room, blurring everything.He withdrew his hand and asked softly, "You really want to hear that?"

Pei Xianyi didn't understand why he had to turn off the lights, his eyes lit up when he heard the sound: "I want to!"

He has been dreaming a lot these days, dreaming that the boy Xie Zhi is sitting on a dark stage, playing the piano under the spotlight.

That scene was too clear, like an imprint deep in the soul.

He wanted to watch that scene again.

Xie Zhi wiped off the sweat from his temples without showing any signs of expression: "If you want to hear it, call me brother."

Pei Xianyi has no principles: "Brother! I want to listen to the piano!"

Xie Zhi smiled, stabilized his steps, quietly wiped off the cold sweat on his fingertips, and moved to the piano step by step to sit down.

The room was dark, and his performance was too calm, Pei Xianyi didn't notice anything wrong at all, sitting on the sofa, his eyes shone with anticipation.

The hazy moonlight leaked in from the bay window, pouring down on the side of the person beside the piano.

The silver glow was plated on Xie Zhi's side cheeks, even the eyelashes were covered with silver, as graceful as a prince who walked out of a fairy tale.

Xie Zhi is mentally preparing himself.

He sat motionless for a long time, gritted his teeth, and thought vaguely: I can't hide anymore.

He hid for four years, not daring to touch this dusty memory. Before paying back the last sum of money, he paralyzed his senses and thoughts, and now...he must remember.

What happened the day Mom and Dad committed suicide in the apartment and why he didn't dare to play the piano anymore.

He stretched out his fingers tremblingly, and landed on the familiar keys, with all kinds of strange things in his mind, restraining his fear, as if determined, he pressed the first sound.

--when!

The moment the prelude to "Serenade" sounded, Pei Xianyi heard something was wrong.

In a short paragraph, Xie Zhi played wrong and missed sounds, which was worse than beginners.

Until now, Pei Xianyi, who was immersed in a certain sweet dream, realized something was wrong.

Xie Zhi's fingers were trembling, a drop of sweat gathered on his sharp chin, his eyelashes were wet with sweat, black covered his eyelids, trembling constantly, his breathing was unsteady.

He was having a sweet dream, but Xie Zhi seemed to be pushed into a nightmare.

Pei Xianyi was shocked, jumped up almost subconsciously, and rushed over to hold Xie Zhi's hand: "Xie Zhi!"

Xie Zhi opened his eyes in a daze, the pupils were slightly wet, bloodshot, and his expression was dull.

It has been four years, and he is still like this. Once he touches the piano, he will fall into that nightmare, and it will be hard to get back for a long time.

Pei Xianyi's heart was stuffy, his heart seemed to be thrown into a pile of broken glass, rolling around, making him suffocate.He forced Xie Zhi's hand back, put down the cover again, squatted halfway in front of him, held his hand, and kept wiping off the cold sweat in his palm: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry, don't force yourself if you don't want to play." .”

"Sorry." Xie Zhi didn't react, and murmured with cold sweat, "It's not that I don't want to play."

I can't play it.

Pei Lian burst into an unexplained anger against himself.

His cheeks were tense, he gritted his teeth and looked at his pale cheeks for a while, then suddenly jumped up, grabbed Xie Zhi's hand, and strode out.

Xie Zhi just came back to his senses, fortunately his legs are long enough to keep up with his hurried steps: "What are you doing?"

Without saying a word, Pei Xianyi quickly went downstairs, rushed to the garage, and flicked on the light.

Xie Zhi came back to his senses completely: "Are you going out?"

Pei Xianyi still didn't speak, and dragged him to the heavy locomotive that was stationed not long ago.

Under the cold white light, the locomotive looks like a lying cheetah. The jet-black fuselage is dotted with a few streaks of flame-like gold, refracting dazzling light, making it flamboyant and beautiful.

Xie Zhi and the locomotive looked at each other, with a helmet stuffed into their arms.

Looking up again, Pei Xianyi was already sitting on the scooter, with long legs straddled big and wide, a strand of hair curled up unkempt, with a flying smile on his handsome face, blowing at him Whistle: "Come."

This face, which combines the charm of a mature man with the arrogance of a young man, is strangely sexy, and very... seductive.

Xie Zhi looked away uncomfortably and glanced at his watch.

Nine p.m.

I have to continue class tomorrow.

There will be an announcement the day after tomorrow.

In a few days, I have to take this bad "boy" to the hospital to have his brain checked.

He wasn't sure whether he wanted to go crazy with Pei Xianyi, who was out of his mind. He was silent for a while, and when he rationally shouted to refuse, he put on the helmet with both hands, sat in the back seat, and said in a soft voice, "I don't want to be killed tomorrow." People saw the front page headlines about the accidental death of the two of us in a traffic accident, can you do it?"

"Nonsense," Pei Xianyi snorted, "hold my waist tightly."

The locomotive let out a low roar, and jumped out.

The provocative sound of a locomotive sounded in the quiet villa complex, and the patrolling security guard ran to follow the sound, and was shocked when they saw the two: "Mr. Pei, Mr. Pei, Mr. Xie?"

Pei Xianyi dismissed Uncle Security's wrinkled face.

Xie Zhi reluctantly pinched the corner of Pei Xianyi's waist and nodded politely: "Good evening."

Security guard: "Uh...good evening?"

The locomotive roared and sped away, and the security guard froze into a stone statue.

Zhanghe District is remote, where every inch of land is expensive, where rich people with stupid people and a lot of money live.Rich people love cleanliness and green mountains and green waters. There is a mountain not far away. The mountain road twists and turns. It is an abandoned winding road in the early years.Before this villa area was built, there were often desperate young people who came to race cars in the middle of the night to gamble.

Xie Zhi never thought that he would become one of them.

The night wind was very cold, as if someone was whistling past the ear, and it was blowing on the face head-on, causing severe pain.Pei Xianyi started the car crazily, the speed was fast, and the mountains in the distance were within sight in the blink of an eye.

The road up the mountain was steep and uneven, Xie Zhi hesitated a little, hugged Pei Xianyi's waist, put down the windshield, and his voice floated in the wind: "Are you so crazy before?"

Pei Xianyi replied loudly: "Always!"

Xie Zhi smiled.

The roar resounded in the night, in the wind, and on the mountain road, tearing the silence, and a distant echo could be vaguely heard.The surrounding scenery is distorted and blurred. The residential area not far away is lit with lights, dotted with stars, and farther away is the brightly lit city, which is full of prosperity.

They are quickly away from the hustle and bustle, like two rebellious adults, fleeing to the wilderness of freedom in the dark night that no one knows.

The depression in my heart was unknowingly blown away by the oncoming gust of wind.

Xie Zhi's other hand was also on Pei Xianyi's waist.

Pei Xianyi smiled lightly.

After reaching the top of the mountain safely, when getting off the locomotive, Xie Zhi did not stand still and was shaken by the wind.

Holding the helmet, Pei Xianyi walked to the edge of the cliff, turned around and smiled at him.

Those pitch-black eyes were shining brightly, like a butterfly that had burst through a spider's web, unscrupulously spreading its wings, showing its usually low-key and restrained expression: "How is it, are you happy?"

Xie Zhi leaned on the motorcycle to stabilize his figure, slowly took off his helmet, saw his wanton and undisciplined smile, and saw the real "Mr. Pei" in a daze.

But the real Mr. Pei would not take him out in the middle of the night to do such a thing.

There was only the whirring of the wind, and there was a moment of silence, Xie Zhi's eyes softened a lot: "Thank you."

Pei Xianyi rubbed her nose, embarrassed: "I made you unhappy, of course I have the responsibility to make you happy."

"It's not you." Xie Zhi walked to him, stood side by side with him, and paused, "Actually... I haven't touched the piano for a long time."

Pei Xianyi tilted her head, seeing that his figure was thin, she couldn't help but take off her coat and put it on him.

Covered in a warm coat, Xie Zhi was unexpectedly relieved, did not refuse, and slowly said what he would not normally say: "The last time was four years ago."

"...the day Mom and Dad committed suicide."

Pei Xianyi regretted to death: "I'm sorry, I don't know."

Xie Zhi shook his head: "I'm very happy now." He looked into the distance with a calm expression, "I can't remember what happened that day. Before I lost consciousness, my father was reading the newspaper, and my mother gave me a glass of milk and asked me to play her. Favorite tune, my dog ​​is lying at my feet, rubbing against my pant leg and listening to me playing...everything is fine.”

"When I wake up, it's just me."

"...and then I couldn't play the piano anymore."

From then... until the debt was paid off, Xie Zhi seemed to have fallen into a terrible nightmare like a joke.

He always dreamed of that chaotic night, but he was always separated by a layer of fog, unable to see clearly what happened.The inexplicable fear and anxiety made him feel suffocated and painful, and he closed his heart unconsciously, resisting all outsiders' feelings, no matter good or bad.

Even Li Jia, facing the sensitive him, was cautious, not daring to make jokes like before.

That nightmare was too long, too long, like being thrown into the deep sea, watching the way of life getting farther and farther, and falling deeper and deeper irresistibly.

It seems that it will be entangled in his life, and it will never be solved.

Xie Zhi's emotions are always very light, and he is not born with emotions and desires, so he rarely speaks such a long series of words.

At this time, he removed the tightly locked armor, revealing a fragility that he would never show to outsiders.

If the person in front of him was Mr. Pei who was sober, he wouldn't say a word.

There was something choked in Pei Xianyi's throat, he couldn't get up or down, his heart seemed to have collapsed, it was extremely uncomfortable.Looking at the indifferent profiles of the people around him, he vaguely had the illusion that he had passed through the barrier around Xie Zhi that strangers should not get close to, and was approaching him step by step.

Sensing that he wanted to say something, Xie Zhi quickly calmed down and smiled slightly: "You used to come here often?"

"I will come when I'm not happy. It feels good to rush up on a motorcycle." Pei Xianyi looked at him, "You also tried it."

Xie Zhi: "It seems that you are unhappy a lot."

Pei Xianyi smiled without saying a word.

Xie Zhi wasn't the only one who was upset, Pei Zhenghong's phone call tonight also made Pei Xianyi feel bad.

Both of them stopped talking, and quietly blew the wind on the top of the mountain for a long time, until Pei Xianyi sneezed, Xie Zhi moved his numb legs, looked at the time: "Go back."

Pei Lianyi snorted, stretched out his hand to tie his collar up, walked towards the locomotive with strides, and stepped on it gracefully.

After 30 seconds, a voice came from the wind: "Brother."

Xie Zhi's eyelids twitched, and the ominous premonition came again.

Pei Xianyi: "The locomotive is out of gas..."

Xie Zhi: "..."

The author has something to say: I feel that the division of chapters is not very good, so the number of words in this chapter explodes orz