Lin Zhi walked in and saw the boy standing in the shadows.

Qingjun's eyebrows and eyes were flat and indifferent, like the shadows of trees on a cloudy day.

Lin Zhi didn't feel guilty about bullying the little mute in his heart, and followed him up the stairs.

Walking to the third floor, Song Jiazhu opened the door.

There is no need to agree, they default to tutoring at Song Jiazhu's home, because this is the most convenient place recently.

Song Jiazhu lives in a middle household, a small one-bedroom apartment.

However, although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs, kitchens, bedrooms, living rooms and small balconies.

Song Jiazhu pointed to the table in the living room, indicating that it was here.

He didn't want to let Lin Zhi into the bedroom, and Lin Zhi didn't plan to snoop right now.

The schoolbag was thrown on the sofa, and Lin Zhi opened tonight's physical, chemical and biological homework, picking unfamiliar places and asking.

Because of the limited knowledge he absorbed, he forgot many things, and sometimes asked some very basic questions, which often got Song Jiazhu's gaze.

"Is that so?"

"I don't know."

"I don't understand, you can talk about it again...... Oh, you write it again. ”

"Little mute, can't you really speak, born or acquired?"

"I don't understand this question, can you write it slower?"

Song Jiazhu wrote vigorously, and the force seemed to penetrate the paper.

He had never wished so viciously that the person next to him would be as mute as himself, and he really wished he had shut up.

Lin Zhi looked at him trying his best to stay calm, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

Lin Zhi tutored until twelve o'clock, and paid Song Jiazhu another 100 yuan.

"I'm too lazy to carry my schoolbag, you can help me take it to school tomorrow, if I can't hand in my homework tomorrow, I'll tell everyone that it's left at your house."

Lin Zhi closed the door, and Song Jiazhu looked at the schoolbag he left behind, hooked it with his fingers, and put it in the closest place to the door.

If he could, he would like to put it at the door, like garbage.

is really a bad and annoying and hypocritical person, Song Jiazhu looked at the calendar and felt the difficulty of time for a long time.

Lin Zhi tutored at Song Jiazhu's house for nearly a week, paying two hours every night, and he didn't always make up for two hours, sometimes after finishing his homework, he would play with his mobile phone in Song Jiazhu's living room, or play music by himself.

Song Jiazhu failed to dissuade him, knowing that Lin Zhi deliberately bullied him and couldn't speak, so he simply went back to the room, no matter when Lin Zhi left.

Lin Zhi didn't leave with his schoolbag for the first two days, and the back was even more excessive, he simply didn't even bring his schoolbag, and put the books on his desk after class in the evening self-study and let him carry them away.

After the third year of high school, the one-day holiday every Sunday in the ninth middle school will become a half-day holiday.

On Sunday afternoon, Song Jiazhu went to the bookstore to read books as usual.

This time he stayed for a long time, unwilling to go out again to meet the table that saw the women's clothes, and now when he thought of Lin Weaving, he reflexively wanted to escape.

Lin Zhi didn't go out, and only looked at the closet in the evening and fell into thought.

In the end, he still picked out a set of clothes and wore a wig and makeup in front of the mirror.

Fortunately, the original owner's technique was still there, and Lin Zhi looked at himself in the mirror, a little awkward.

01 Bright eyes: [Good-looking! ] 】

Lin Zhi did not deny it, and took a pair of black stockings.

It's even more awkward.

The 'girl' in the mirror has delicate facial features, and the Adam's apple is not obvious between the slightly curly long hair.

A short white shirt with a raspberry-colored pleated skirt and glitter under the corners of the eyes gives a pure and seductive beauty, and unless you look closely, it is difficult to tell that this is a boy.

When it was darker, Lin Zhi went out wearing a mask and carrying out tonight's plan.

After a week of tutoring, he has already got what he wants.

At half past eleven in the evening, Song Jiazhu, who was about to fall asleep, was woken up by the sound of a phone.

Looking at the call reminder, Song Jiazhu hesitated for a while before connecting.

"Song Jiazhu, I'm at the door of the bar, you can pick me up."

The voices of the people over there are already a little muffled, giving people the feeling of soft spring.

Song Jiazhu planned to hang up immediately, in addition to being dumb, he also wanted to be deaf.

"Stay away from me...... I said I'll have someone to pick me up, you stay away from me, my boyfriend will pick me up in a while! ”

The voice over there became a little noisy, and the boy's slightly hoarse voice became louder, as if he was emphasizing to the person next to him.

Lin Zhi knew that Song Jiazhu would come, he had encountered great danger, so he had a psychological barrier and could not speak, although Song Jiazhu didn't like him very much, but he was not disgusted enough to watch him fall into danger.

Song Jiazhu frowned, opened his mouth and found that he couldn't make a sound, so he knocked on the water cup next to him a little anxiously and asked Lin Zhi to say the address.

Lin Zhi quickly said the address, and his voice was sweet and soft: "I know, I'll wait for you here obediently." ”

It's like I'm really talking to my boyfriend.

Chapter 33: The Double-Faced Table of the Scholar

The city's October days are hot, but at night it's cool.

Lin Zhi stood on the side of the road, maintaining a half-drunk posture, looking at the sky with a relaxed spirit.

There were a few people who wanted to talk to him, but when Lin Zhi finished making the call and stayed on the mobile phone page on the dialing page of the police call, he just watched from a distance.

Tonight is starry, and the shadow of the moon is not visible.

Lin Zhi withdrew his gaze from looking at the sky, a rare moment of mental relaxation for him.

He didn't have to do anything, he just had to wait for Song Jiazhu to come.

There is no need to think about complicated plans, no need to think about business and money, because this is a campus world, he will definitely be able to complete the task after the college entrance examination, and he does not have to think about how to dig gold.

There are no expectations, no responsibilities.

Lin Zhi opened his hand and looked at the lines of his palm, and after looking at it for a while, his gaze went up little by little, looking at the small mole on his wrist, as if looking at the past that had become distant.

Under the street lamp that is not dim, the figure of the girl looks a little sparse.

Song Jiazhu saw this picture when he came, and immediately got out of the car.

Because of the distance, Song Jiazhu took an online car-hailing service, and he could pay directly on his mobile phone without speaking.

Song Jiazhu walked to Lin Zhi's side, and specially observed his face to make sure that he was not looking for the wrong person, and made an appointment for a new online car-hailing.

He couldn't speak, and he couldn't ask Lin Weaving's address, so he could only take Lin Weaving back to his home first.

What made him slightly relieved was that Lin Zhi didn't go crazy on the spot, making the situation uncontrollable.

He patted Lin Weaving on the shoulder, Lin Weaving squinted, held his face and observed it carefully, smiled, and leaned on him.

"Song Jiazhu, you're here."

Lin Weaving's face was flushed with drunkenness, and the glitter on his makeup made him as beautiful and bright as the stars in the night sky.

Lin Weaving in this state is very unfamiliar, not the appearance of wearing a school uniform on weekdays or even the appearance of not pretending during tutoring, but another feeling that Song Jiazhu can't describe, which makes him a little unnatural.

He took a step back, letting Lin Weaving's hand slide off his face, and supporting Lin Weaving's body, but the heat of Lin Weaving's palm still seemed to remain, and he lowered his eyes and didn't look at those eyes.

Lin Zhi smelled the smell of laundry detergent on Song Jiazhu's body, with the warmth of the sun and the freshness of a young man, leaning on him and humming an out-of-tune song.

He didn't trust a person so easily, but when he thought that Song Jiazhu and Ming Yao were also a person in nature, it was inevitable that there was a sense of trust in their body movements.

Song Jiazhu stared at the distance between the driver and himself on his phone, trying his best to endure the idea of shaking off this drunk.

When the driver arrived, Song Jiazhu got Lin Zhi into the car.

When he arrived, he pulled Lin Zhi out of the car again.

The drunkard was very quiet the whole time, and when Song Jiazhu breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't expect Lin Zhi to start uncooperative again.

"Song Jiazhu, you carry me up."

The young man repeatedly shouted his name in a drunken and muffled voice, causing Song Jiazhu to immediately cover his mouth.

The sound insulation in the old community is not particularly good, and Song Jiazhu is worried that tomorrow there will be rumors that someone is drunk and calling his name in the middle of the night.

"Hmm."

Lin Zhi was covered and couldn't make a sound, looking at Song Jiazhu, his misty eyes blinked, looking very innocent.

The sensor lights in the corridors dimmed at this moment, and the street lights outside the unit building had long been broken, and there was no light source, and people's vision was temporarily invalid.

Also at this moment, Song Jiazhu felt the softness and wetness of his palm.

The tiny current seemed to be flowing under the cortex, as if even the strength was temporarily missing, Song Jiazhu subconsciously let go of his hand, and his palm seemed to be scorched by flames.

"Song Jia ......"

He was going to call his name again.

Song Jiazhu gritted his teeth, covered Lin Zhi's lips with one hand, and then walked forward without giving him any time to react.

Lin Zhi didn't know what he was wearing, the touch of his calf was silky, Song Jiazhu was tight, and he went upstairs to open the door as quickly as possible.

After closing the door in a hurry, Song Jiazhu planned to put Lin Zhi on the sofa, throw him a quilt and go back to the room, and leave him alone.

But Lin Weaving hugged him too tightly, and when he threw people to the sofa, he was inevitably brought to the sofa by Lin Weaving's strength.

Song Jiazhu was once again tired of his inability to speak, and tried to make Lin Zhi let go with his eyes.

But the drunk man couldn't pick up his signal at all, and pressed on top of him when he tried to get up.

Song Jiazhu sat on the sofa, and the thin young man straddled him and buried his face in his arms.

He was about to forcibly tear the person off from himself, but he heard Lin Zhi muttering, "Little mute, I miss my parents." ”

Song Jiazhu's hand was stunned, and his eyes seemed to be filled with bloody and cruel pictures again, and he listened to Lin Zhi talking about the fragments of his life with his parents a little distractedly.