"I thought you gave up, but I didn't expect you to come again."

Lin Zhi didn't answer, he was going to leave, what he thought in his heart was that this was exactly in line with his plan, so that his lie was no longer a lie.

Xu Lieyang thought he wanted to run, so he took three steps and made two steps and blocked Lin Zhi.

"Don't follow me anymore, a pervert dressed as a woman."

Xu Lieyang waited to see Lin Zhi's weak appearance, this person was like a mouse in the gutter, always staring at him, that kind of gaze followed him like a shadow, because he was the same sex, which made him more and more disgusting.

Later, he found out that there was a girl on the court who would look at him like this and secretly follow him, and he thought that he was unlucky to meet two neurotics, but once he saw the girl's face, and found that he looked very similar to the male classmate who had no sense of existence.

Xu Lieyang actually can't remember his appearance clearly, he only feels very disgusted, sometimes he thinks about directly threatening or telling the teacher, but he feels that he is too embarrassed to be targeted by a man, and this person looks abnormal, what if he is exposed to suicide, considering that this person has not done anything to harm him, nor has he spoken to him, he simply ignored it.

Lin Zhi no longer looked at him and let him breathe a sigh of relief, but when he found that Lin Zhi began to follow him again, he was inevitably a little nervous, so he decided to poke the other party and make him give up.

"It's just a coincidence this time, I didn't follow you, and I won't follow you again in the future."

Lin Zhi also sympathized with Xu Lieyang's experience, hoping to make the other party feel at ease.

Xu Lieyang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Lin Zhi's attitude to be so calm, and his eyes didn't even appear to be weak.

"I'm sorry for the trouble."

Lin Zhi's apology was very sincere, and Xu Lieyang was even more sluggish.

From the other party's eyes, he no longer felt the dark gaze that made him feel disgusting.

The look of the 'girl' in front of him was very flat, so plain that Xu Lieyang felt that if he appeared in front of him in such a situation from the beginning, maybe he would really have a good impression.

Sensing what he was thinking, Xu Lieyang's expression was a little strange, and he hurriedly ran away with a sentence of 'better like this'.

Lin Zhi walked out of the gymnasium leisurely, and when he was about to reach the bookstore, he pretended to be a little depressed.

He calculated the time, listened to 01's report on Song Jiazhu's coordinates, and slowly walked towards the bookstore.

Song Jiazhu took the newly bought workbook and saw the 'girl' standing there waiting for him not far away.

In the slightly cold wind at dusk, it gives people a sense of unreality.

Even if he has only seen Lin Zhi women's clothes once, Song Jiazhu, who has a good memory, also remembers the characteristics of the other party, not to mention that Lin Zhi did not wear makeup today.

As the other party approached, Song Jiazhu clearly felt that the other party's mood didn't seem to be good.

This is very abnormal, at least in their relationship, Lin Zhi has never shown such a state, and he seems to be a little lost.

So when Lin Zhi said the sentence "Is it okay to go to your house for dinner", Song Jiazhu did not refuse.

Lin Zhi was about to order a few dishes to pack and go to Song Jiazhu's house, but after Song Jiazhu said in sign language that he could do it, Lin Zhi went into the supermarket with him.

Song Jiazhu found that the other party didn't seem to be coming to eat, because Lin Zhi bought a canned beer with a clear purpose as soon as he entered the supermarket, and paid for it after he finished buying the food.

Seeing Song Jiazhu listening to the wine in his hand, Lin Zhi pulled his lips at him and said, "If I am drunk, I will consciously sleep on the sofa, what happened last time would not have happened, that time it was someone in the bar whose hands and feet were not very clean." ”

Song Jiazhu didn't say anything, and cooked and washed vegetables when he got home.

There were low sighs in the living room, which made his originally waveless heart also annoyed.

Song Jiazhu made three simple dishes, Lin Zhi opened the beer, and asked, "Do you want to have some too?" ”

Song Jiazhu shook his head and refused, and ate by himself.

He didn't ask Lin Zhi why he was like this, maintaining his indifference to the world.

Lin Zhi barely moved his chopsticks, and kept drinking, until a bottle of beer was in his stomach, and he didn't speak.

"Little mute, do you think this kind of habit is really hard for people to accept?"

"But you're calm, you're not afraid, you're not discriminating, you're not even curious."

Lin Zhi opened another bottle of wine, looked at Song Jiazhu and said.

The young man's eyes were foggy with frustration and desolation, and his beautiful face was full of confusion.

"If only he could be like you."

There was a vague murmur, which made Song Jiazhu clench his chopsticks.

He analyzed almost indifferently that it was probably the person who Lin Zhi liked to follow because of his women's clothes and expressed rejection, which is normal, not everyone can accept it, and the neurosis of tailgating is already terrible, let alone the narcotic tailgating of a man dressed as a woman.

But there was a kind of unexplained anger, like a dense root system that continued to grow downward, clenching his heart slightly.

Isn't it so majestic in front of him, doesn't it bully him and threaten him, how did he become like this in front of others?

When did you really bully so well, isn't it quite good at pretending, isn't it that you can talk and won't fight back, since the other party can't accept it, can't you dislike him?

Song Jiazhu continued to eat, but the rice in his mouth seemed to become extremely hard, and it seemed difficult to even chew and swallow.

There seemed to be gas rising in the stomach, and it was clear that I had not eaten much before I began to lose my appetite.

"Little mute, he told me to stay away from him."

The boy's voice was bitter, and his innocent evil feelings disappeared, and he became a lost and languishing flower that was about to wither.

Lin Zhi saw the green tendons on the back of Song Jiazhu's hand and hid the smile in his eyes.

Thanks to Xu Lieyang, he turned his lies into the truth.

Sometimes to get closer to a person, you don't necessarily need to know his vulnerability, you can offer your own vulnerability first.

He spoke, with a flirtatious tone attached to the lore.

"I know he likes girls, that's why he wears women's clothes."

Chapter 37: The Double-Sided Table of the Scholar

The young man's words were like mournful whispers, like parasitic mycelium floating in the air, quickly taking root in Song Jiazhu's trachea, choking his breathing passage.

He gripped the chopsticks in his hand tightly, trying to calm his somewhat dizzy brain.

Anger spread with distorted dark emotions, almost endless sourness gushed out of his heart, his heart seemed to be clenched hard, Song Jiazhu's fingertips were so hard that he lost his blood, and the emotions rolling in his always calm black eyes were strong.

He ate mechanically, swallowing food as if he were swallowing a sharp knife, and could even clearly feel the pain of a sharp object cutting through a fragile internal organ.

Lin Zhi didn't speak again, just sighed lightly and continued to drink.

It's so pitiful, I've been deceived by a lie.

The original owner didn't wear women's clothes for Xu Lieyang, he simply liked the bright clothes of those girls, he had tried it before he met Xu Lieyang, because he was embarrassed to talk about the transvestite, so he worked harder in front of Xiao Transparent in the class, afraid of being watched.

Lin Zhi looked at Song Jiazhu from the corner of his eye, thinking so in his heart, but he did not hesitate to give the young man more impact.

"I know it's deception, it's self-indulgence, but ......"

The unfinished words are like bitter delusions, turning into invisible bubbles, and then bursting little by little.

The bursting sound was very noisy, and Song Jiazhu was a little annoyed.

He got up and went to the kitchen, his eyes darkening and he threw away the broken chopsticks in his hand.

He indifferently changed his chopsticks, and pushed those wild emotions to his own lack of interest in the minds of others.

Lin Zhi still didn't move his chopsticks much, and kept drinking.

Song Jiazhu's anger that he had just suppressed grew sharply, since he wasn't here to eat, then these dishes didn't have to be placed there.

The dishes on the table were taken away, and Song Jiazhu looked at them and raised his hand to dump them into the trash.

He wasn't a wasteful foodmaker, or even a frugal man, but he was particularly intolerant today, and the food he made with his own hands was just sitting there quietly, and it was very unsightly.

They won't be enjoyed anyway, just the inconsequential foil of those wines, and Lin Weaving probably doesn't even know their taste.

Song Jiazhu didn't know that the delicate and stinging emotions that almost swallowed him were called jealousy, the cold and hot jealousy of ugliness and unwillingness, which darkly entwined the soul, leaving a dirt that could not be ignored.

"How did you fall out?"

Lin Zhi had doubts on his face, as if he didn't know the reason at all.

Song Jiazhu made sign language: It's not delicious.

After a pause, he continued to ask: Do you need me to go out and buy it?

He thought he had concealed his emotions well, but he didn't know how obvious the cold anger on his face was in Lin Zhi's eyes.

If you're angry, let's make this fire a little more vigorous.

In addition to joyful love, unwillingness and jealousy are also unforgettable.

Of course, all this is based on the fact that the other party also cares a little about you, if it was Song Jiazhu at the beginning, he would not agree to come to his house for dinner at all, let alone have a wave of his words.

"No need."

Lin Zhi, who had already drunk almost two cans of beer, had a flush on his cheeks, and he shook his head, pressing his forehead with a somewhat dazed expression.

He bent down to get a new beer, but his body shook a little and he nearly fell to the ground.

Song Jiazhu frowned, and watched with a cold face as Lin Zhi opened the third can.

Lin Zhi was muttering some slurred words in his mouth, and he seemed to be a little drunk.

He sat in his chair, his head slightly bowed, his long black hair covering his cheeks, and his long white dress spilled some wine from his trembling hands.

Song Jiazhu heard his sobbing, a thin and low voice, which was extremely depressed.

In this way, Song Jiazhu's mood became more and more disturbed, and he almost held Lin Zhi's hand and snatched the can of beer from his hand.

Song Jiazhu was once again annoyed that he couldn't speak, otherwise he could ask Lin Zhi to stop this meaningless behavior.

But when Lin Zhi raised his head to look at him, he was inexplicably glad that he couldn't speak, so he didn't have to say any comfort against his will.

Lin Zhi's eyes were red, giving people a feeling of grievance and pity.

This is different from the last time he cried in front of him, his tears are no longer clear, no longer purposeful, no longer hypocritical and pitiful, but Song Jiazhu would rather be that kind.

Lin Zhi stretched out his hand to get his wine back, but Song Jiazhu lifted the wine according to his height advantage and shook his head at him.

Lin Zhi stood up and tiptoed to reach Song Jiazhu's hand, but he never touched it.

For a drunk teenager, this is undoubtedly a more aggrieved thing.

"Little mute, even you bully me."

Lin Zhi looked at Song Jiazhu in front of him, and when Song Jiazhu thought he would cry, he found that Lin Zhi approached him and reached out to hold his face.