Oral period

When Zhen Xiao came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Xia Jingzhe seemed to have fallen asleep.

He froze for a moment, subconsciously slowed down, walked to the other side's bed lightly, knelt down and looked at it for a while, like a cat squatting on the bedside of its owner to observe secretly.

It wasn't until the "Master" frowned, turned over and shrank back under the quilt as if he was feeling cold, that he came back to his senses belatedly, and tentatively asked softly, "Are you asleep?"

I don't know which nerves of pretending to be awake caused the trouble, Xia Jingzhe closed his eyes and answered "No", his voice was slurred, and he even swallowed half a word.

— Exactly the same as when he was drunk.

He was amused by this inexplicable thought, and felt that it was absurd for him to kneel on one leg and peep silently by the side of the bed, so he stood up cautiously, moved a chair to look at it openly—even stretched out a hand into it. Under the quilt of the other party, Xia Jingzhe's arm was fumbled and pasted, like a child who relies too much on physical contact.

In a sense, one of his childhood wishes was to be free to go out of the house and spend the night at a good friend's house like other ordinary children, and he didn't expect too much, as long as he could stay in Xia Jingzhe's room and fall asleep together It would be nice to watch him wake up silently.

It's a pity that the only time his wish came true was before parting, and he didn't leave too many good impressions, and he didn't even dare to recall it.

However, it doesn't matter how many times his wishes come true now, Xia Jingzhe sleeps close to him, his body temperature is higher than when he was awake, and it pours into his body through the touching fingers, which is very reassuringly warm.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the sleeping face of his sweetheart, his eyes outlined the eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge inch by inch, and even intertwined with every tuft of black hair, so affectionate that it was almost pious.

After tasting the dream come true, he realized how cowardly he was, and how afraid he was of losing the person in his heart again—but because of this, the needle of deceit in his heart was pierced deeper and deeper, and he clamored to remind He stopped the loss in time, admitted his fault, and faced the other party completely honestly, without reservation or defense, just like Xia Jingzhe was honest with him.

After a long time, he sighed silently, and suddenly understood why Xia Jingzhe had to get himself drunk at that time before confessing to him—just like now that he was sure that the other party was asleep, he had the courage to confess.

Let's take it as a rehearsal, he bit the tip of his tongue and thought silently - just take it as a rehearsal, maybe Xia Jingzhe will hear it.

So he closed his eyes, held the other's warm hand under the quilt, and spoke softly.

"Mr. Xia, I've been keeping something from you, I'm sorry..."

"There's no particular reason, it's just that I didn't like it at the time—or maybe it's because I suddenly realized that it's not called liking, it's just that there was no one to accompany me, and you just came together at that time."

The person in front of him was so strange, he clearly had a face he was very familiar with, and it was almost the same as when he was a child, but the expression on his face was so indifferent that it made him flustered, as if he was stimulated by the irony that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, his heart beat Unconsciously tense.

It's strange, he has seen Zhen Xiao with a cold face many times, and it's not like he hasn't seen a more vivid and pure disgust on the other person's face, but it's the first time he feels uncomfortable, like a soft corner lying in the bottom of his heart His scars scabbed over, and were torn apart by his own hands, scratched over and over again, but he was not reconciled, so he could only allow the perpetrator to injure him a second time, and then grabbed the other party's hand, questioning and refuting in embarrassment.

Xia Jingzhe took a step back, looking at Zhenxiao who was sitting in the pile of old books, she couldn't hear what she said - it was probably a shameful rebuttal, stop lying.

"I didn't lie to you," Zhen Xiao smiled, but his eyes were cold, and slowly pierced through his vulnerable psychological defense line, "You are deceiving yourself—otherwise, why didn't I come to you after so many years, when school starts I don't have a good look at you for a while... Teacher Xia, you are really worthless, why do you still like me after going around, huh?"

It was a rare sunny day in early winter, and the surroundings were abnormally warm. Xia Jingzhe stood in place, like a drowning person climbing on driftwood, reaching out his hand aimlessly, but was startled by the coolness of the tree trunk beside him.

As if aware of his embarrassment, Zhen Xiao jumped off the stone around the fountain, got up and walked towards him, and continued to state in a steady tone: "But to be honest, I may not be much better than you. After losing my memory, I still repeat the same mistakes. I hate a It's too lonely to be alone, and I'm entangled with you again-who told you to be easy to deceive, and you have money..."

"But now that I think about it, I don't like you that much, so that's it—who would like someone who has abandoned once, right?"

Xia Jingzhe choked up, and subconsciously retorted: "But you said earlier that an equal exchange, your medical expenses..."

Then he suddenly realized that despite the complex feelings between them that developed too quickly and no one could explain the reasons, he and Zhenxiao were just two passers-by who met by chance and only knew each other for about three months. Knowing the past of the other party's life experience, not knowing where the other party will go in the future and what pursuits he will pursue, the only thing that can be put on the table is the naive "equivalent exchange" at the beginning, and it even seems like he is unilaterally posting it.

The other party obviously thought so too, but he didn't bother to say it, tilted his head calmly, met his sour eyes, and said softly: "My injury has healed a long time ago, and I don't need that little living expenses—by the way, the school I was given an exceptional recommendation, and I will leave tomorrow."

"We won't see each other again."

The boy's words dissipated in the sudden strong sunlight, Xia Jingzhe was stunned, and when he opened his eyes again, there was only an empty darkness around him - so much so that he gasped, his first reaction was actually It's about looking around and making sure you're just dreaming and not blind.

In the next second, a sudden figure broke into the field of vision, causing him a second injury.

"...you are fucking sick," he stared at the pillow sitting beside his bed, feeling that reality seemed a little more exciting than the dream, so he couldn't help but swear, held his heart for a long time, and finally found Returning to the pure language function, "Why? Sitting here without sleeping in the middle of the night, keeping a vigil?"

"It's almost dawn." Zhen Xiao was not frightened by him. He pointed to the skylight penetrating through the gaps in the curtains, and answered the questions honestly, "I'm awake, I can't sleep."

After all, without giving him a chance to question, Zhen Xiao stretched out his hand involuntarily, pulled him into his arms, and patted his back like a coaxing child: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Xia Jingzhe was startled, the grievances and helplessness in the dream finally came out slowly, out of control.

He put his arms around Zhenxiao's shoulders, and heaved a sigh of relief the moment he felt the other person's warmth, like a drowning person finally touching the imaginary driftwood—remembering the "Zhouxiao" who poked his wound with sarcasm in his dream ", I actually tasted the joy of regaining what I lost, but my eyes were a little sour.

"I dreamed of you." He heard himself say sullenly, "I dreamed of an idiot."

——Actually, it was a very unreasonable accusation. After all, it was not the pillow in front of him that hurt him the second time, but the anxiety and fear that had been buried deep in his heart for a long time.

Zhen Xiao tightened his hand around him a little bit, patted his back lightly one after another, comforted him inexperiencedly, and didn't care about his accusations of turning black and white, and took a long time to hold back a sentence, then do you want to bite? I.