Chapter 2 Chapter 2 In the mirror was a face that Feng Wen said was familiar and...

"Know it? Can you hear...see it?"

I don’t know if it’s because the internet connection is so bad, but my friend Yu Nian’s voice on the phone was sometimes distant and sometimes near, and occasionally there were frame drops.

Xie Zhizhi, who was holding the phone between his shoulder and face, took the time to take it down and took a look. He found that the signal was full. After saying "Hello" twice, there was still no improvement on the other end, so he just pressed the hands-free button and threw it on the desk.

"Hear...sizzle...silly...grass!"

Xie Zhizhi supported his face with one hand and questioned him: "Is the electronic dog barking?"

These four words fell precisely into Yu Nian's ears, making him so angry that he dropped frames and cursed even more harshly.

After running into the school gate, the three-bar signal finally filled up. Yu Nian asked in a hoarse voice: "What now?! Hello? Hello? Hello? Stupid——"

"You're the idiot." Xie Zhizhi quickly turned down the volume: "Stop yelling, I heard you."

They were of the same grade but in different schools. The mountain valley between Diaojin University and Yu Nian Valley was thousands of miles away from each other. They would occasionally call each other to comfort their longing for each other.

Yu Nian had just finished his meal. Recalling a few messages in the group chat, he said, "Xie Zhizhi, people in the group chat said your tears were just like those in that emoticon. Swoosh—they burst out all at once. Zundu fake duh."

Upon hearing this, Xie Zhizhi picked up his phone and switched to the communication function to take a look. It turned out that his class group was as dead as ever, with not a single message. He also had no idea where Yu Nian, who was from another school, got the wild group number from, and how he was spying on him every day.

"Secret crush? Don't announce it too soon." Xie Zhizhi rolled his eyes.

There was a sound of vomiting coming from the phone, and Yu Nian said: "New number, don't do it."

Xie Zhizhi glanced at the drawer: "You cried so hard that your father drank two liters of water, did you know?"

Yu Nian was speechless: "Oh? So? Do you deserve an award for your dedication?"

"Sure," Xie Zhizhi nodded calmly.

Yu Nian scolded him: "Your mother can do it."

…

The two chatted idly, and the conversation ended with Yu Nian walking into the teaching building and climbing the stairs until he died and had to hang up.

As soon as the phone call was disconnected, the empty classroom became so quiet that even Xie Zhizhi could hear his own breathing.

Xie Zhizhi was lost in thought for a while, then he took out an apple and a small roll of pink ribbon from his desk pocket. His bony fingers fluttered rapidly like a butterfly, and suddenly the apple, which was only worth one dollar and eight cents, had an extremely exaggerated large, long-tailed double bow on it.

Xie Zhizhi took a look at it, nodded with satisfaction, stood up and placed it neatly in the center of Chen Che's desk. This was the key prop he prepared for himself in the afternoon.

But Shen Che didn't come to class in the afternoon.

For Xie Zhizhi, it didn't matter much. At most, he would lose an apple worth one dollar and eighty cents. However, he couldn't stand the fact that there were always a few vague and inquiring eyes on him, like X-rays.

Even in a class like economics, where looking down would make you dazed and looking up would be like reading a book in a foreign language, the omega girl sitting behind Xie Zhi couldn't help but poke him on the back and sneaked up to him like a dog head, eager to gossip.

Seeing him turn sideways, the omega sister pointed to the unclaimed large apples in the third row and asked quietly, "Did you put the apples on Chen Che's desk?"

nonsense.

Knowing that he couldn't escape it at all, Xie Zhizhi blinked his watery eyes a few times and nodded pitifully: "I put it there."

Successfully gained the omega sister's insincere comfort and extremely sincere watching of the fun.

The omega sister couldn't hide her excitement and said, "Don't cry, Shen Che probably won't come to class today."

Xie Zhizhi flattened his lips and said aggrievedly, "Why?"

The omega girl lowered her head and gossiped quietly with the main character: "I saw Chen Che eating with the new O next door. I guess he skipped class this afternoon?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the omega sister saw with satisfaction that Xie Zhizhi's originally fair face turned pale in an instant as if he was heartbroken after hearing it, and the red corners of his eyes made him look even more pitiful.

Weakly taking the tissue that was handed to him in advance, Xie Zhizhi pretentiously wiped away the tears that had not yet fallen. Putting on a heartbroken look, he turned back and lay on the desk, sobbing intermittently.

After five minutes it stopped moving.

Actually fell asleep.

Xie Zhizhi was sound asleep, but to outsiders, including but not limited to Feng Wen, the scene was interpreted like this:

The poor beta was so heartbroken after learning the news that he couldn't even cry anymore. He lay on the desk and pretended to be a dead body.

Wow, he really loves it, the omega sister thought.

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8:30 in the evening.

A Cullinan parked steadily at the entrance of Shang Huan. The door opened, and a long-legged figure stepped forward, revealing a cold and dignified face. Feng Wen turned and gave a few instructions, then walked leisurely into the illuminated entrance.

The thick glass reflected a soft blue-purple light. After taking a look around, Feng Wen did not intend to stay on the crowded first floor. He followed the instructions and went up to the second floor which was not open to strangers.

Ding Yizhou, who was curled up on the sofa, saw Feng Wen first and waved at him. Feng Wen walked in and sat down.

"You're late." Ding Yizhou pointed at the rows of shotguns on the transparent black table and said in a very firm tone, "Drink."

Feng Wen laughed and said, "Who asked me to come here?" Then he picked up a glass of ice blue shot and drank it in one gulp.

The new boss has good taste. He used scattered and densely arranged light beads to create a galaxy-like ceiling above the head, which flows and expands as if breathing.

"Look there, OK?" Ding Yizhou pointed.

Feng Wen casually turned his gaze to the stage on the first floor. The bass and drums on the stage were half-bright and half-dark in the dim light. Especially against the backdrop of the seductive figure dancing to the music in the front, their presence was so low that it was almost invisible.

"Looks good, doesn't it?" Ding Yizhou crossed his legs and laughed, taking a sip of the light blue cocktail.

Feng Wen narrowed his eyes and turned back with a dull look: "Normally."

Ding Yizhou: "Is this normal?!"

He was shocked: "Are you blind? This is so beautiful!"

Feng Wen said nothing.

Ding Yizhou's face was filled with disbelief. His gaze suddenly shifted downwards, and he asked with deep sorrow, "Tell me, Dad, do you not have many at all?!"

Feng Wen looked at him calmly.

Two seconds later, Ding Yizhou said with a look of regret, thinking he saw through her, "You've stayed faithful to Shen Che to this extent?"

Feng Wen laughed. It was the first time he doubted his childhood friend's brain structure. His thin lips moved and he uttered two words: "Idiot."

He came here just for the wine tonight. If Ding Yizhou hadn't insisted on inviting him to a bar, he wouldn't have come at all. Naturally, he wouldn't have been questioned by Ding Yizhou, who seemed to have lost his brain stem, about whether he was okay or not.

"You'll seem smarter if you talk less." Feng Wen turned his face away.

Ding Yizhou snorted in dissatisfaction and scolded him, "You have no manners."

He drank the shot that was stuffed into his hand in one gulp. With the spicy alcohol surging in his mouth, Feng Wen looked at the figure on the stage boredly again. After looking at him for a few seconds, he withdrew his gaze again in boredom, thinking that it was indeed like this.

Isn’t it beautiful?

It's not like he really has no aesthetic sense.

The man on the stage had straight and sharp shoulder and neck lines, broad shoulders and a narrow waist without excessive muscles, and legs longer than most people's lives. Even the black leather mask on his face exuded a delicate yet wild and torn beauty when the light shone through it - of course he was beautiful.

But there are many, very many beautiful people in this world.

If you want pure ones, there are pure ones; if you want sexy ones, there are sexy ones. When has this world ever lacked beauty?

If it was just pretty, it would be too cheap and boring. Furthermore, the person on stage didn't even show their face, playing with the face-covering system, which he didn't understand at all. He didn't understand why Ding Yizhou, who always picked an 80% face value when choosing a partner in the game, was making such a fuss.

Feng Wen patiently chatted with Ding Yizhou in a casual manner. When the band finished the first half, he said, "Go and let the water out." Then he stood up and walked out.

There weren't many people on the second floor. If you walked a little off to the side, you couldn't even see anyone, and the sounds faded from your ears.

Five minutes later, he leaned against a dark corner outside the toilet, lowered his head and took out a black ice from the cigarette box. The lighter made a soft "ding" sound, and the dark red flame flickered between his fingers.

call--

The smoke rolled in his mouth and overflowed softly.

"Hello? Brother Zhang?"

There was a sound of flushing water not far away, followed by the sound of a door closing. The sound was not loud, but Feng Wen still raised his eyelids.

A tall man came out and said as he walked, "It's okay, I took an X-ray, there's no injury at all, don't worry."

A few seconds later, the man stood in front of the washbasin on the left, his black silk shirt loosely tucked into a leather waist belt, his waist was more exaggerated than that in a cartoon. In order to get closer to look at the mirror, the man leaned forward slightly and bent his waist, so that his body shape along the spine all the way down was collapsed into an extremely strong, thin and smooth line, as pleasing to the eye as a drawn bow.

His left hand, hanging by his side, was loosely clutching a leather-and-tulle hood.

Feng Wen raised his eyebrows slightly and recognized the man as the lead singer of the band on the first floor.

The young lead singer casually put down the phone that was still on the line, raised his right hand as he leaned over, and gently checked and stroked a light red scratch on his neck with his fingertips.

Further up——

Feng Wen narrowed his eyes slightly, and in the mirror was a face that was familiar yet... not quite familiar.

Feng Wen quietly watched the lead singer in the corner for a long time, until the cigarette ash on his fingertips could no longer hold it up and suddenly collapsed under the pull of gravity.

"Ah—Xie Zhizhi?" The voice came out in a low voice like a puff of air.

Feng Wen looked at the lead singer of "Classmate" who was very different from what he remembered and was extremely eye-catching. He thought it was really interesting. Suddenly, he raised his wrist and crushed the remaining half of the black ice on the smoking column.

-

"Well, it's really nothing. I just got a scratch. I'll get back to you right away, Brother Zhang." Xie Zhizhi tapped his fingertips and hung up the phone, leaving a barely noticeable wet mark on the cold screen.

There was a sound of footsteps approaching from behind him. Being used to the masked face, his nerves suddenly tensed up. Without even bothering to look in the mirror, he hurriedly raised his left hand and put on the leather mask that covered his face.

The person who came seemed not to notice him at all. The tall figure passed him naturally and walked straight inside.

Fortunately. Xie Zhizhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The intermission was not long. After confirming that the neck was just a red scratch, Xie Zhizhi turned around and wanted to leave.

But the footsteps of the man not far away suddenly stopped, and he was stuck in place.

The air suddenly stagnated because of the disappearing footsteps.

"that--"

As he spoke, the tall alpha slowly turned sideways.

He had an unlit cigarette in his mouth and curled the corners of his lips at Xie Zhizhi politely but distantly, with a lukewarm attitude, as if he was just casually calling out to the only stranger nearby.

Xie Zhizhi's pupils behind the mask suddenly shrank as he stared at the other person's face. He never thought that it would be Feng Wen who called him.

How could it be Feng Wen?

Xie Zhizhi's instantly tensed body was fully seen by Feng Wen, but the latter only asked slowly with just the right amount of trouble:

"Do you have a light?"

As he spoke, Feng Wen raised his chin slightly, as if to indicate that he had a cigarette in his mouth that he couldn't use during work.

Xie Zhizhi did not answer.

What does this mean?

The hands hanging by his side twisted anxiously unconsciously. Although the attitude of the man in front of him was natural, sincere and flawless, his eyes still carefully swept across Feng Wen's face and stopped at the unlit cigarette between the man's lips and teeth.

Looking for trouble? Or really wanting to borrow some fire?

The warm touch between his fingertips without the obstruction of the black leather mask made him calm down a little. Xie Zhizhi reminded himself that he was wearing a mask that could cover his appearance very tightly.

Even if Feng Wen had X-ray vision, he wouldn't be able to recognize it.

Besides, even if he recognized him, Feng Wen, as Shen Che's childhood friend, why would he pretend not to see it?

Thinking of this, Xie Zhizhi suddenly calmed down.

Licking his lips, he looked into Feng Wen's smoky grey eyes and said, "Yes."

His tone was calm, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a slight tremor that was hardly noticeable.

The curve of Feng Wen's lips deepened a little, and he took a step closer at the right time, leaning forward slightly.

The half-grown black hair swept across his forehead as he moved, and his narrow smoky gray eyes were narrowed in a friendly manner with an impeccable smile.

Feng Wen said slowly, "Thank you."

The tip of the rosy tongue flickered twice as he spoke, holding the cigarette holder in his slightly opened lips.

Xie Zhizhi controlled his gaze and moved away from the small piece of water stain on the cigarette holder, trying hard to suppress the oppressive feeling brought by the other person's approach.

disturbed……

bite--

Xie Zhizhi said lightly: "...You're welcome."

The metal lighter ignited a small cluster of ice-blue flames. The alpha holding the cigarette lowered his head and moved a few inches closer. After a few seconds, the smooth white cigarette was quickly lit, and the red light flickered.

Xie Zhizhi stood there motionless, his back straight and smooth. Seeing Feng Wen stand up, he put the lighter back into his pocket.

"Anything else?"

Feng Wen was just about to turn his head to avoid the smoke from his mouth reaching Xie Zhizhi. Upon hearing this, he turned back and said slowly, "No more, thank you."

"Goodbye." Feng Wen held the cigarette between his index and middle fingers and said goodbye naturally and politely.

Xie Zhizhi said nothing.

Feng Wen chuckled and turned around without any reluctance. When his footsteps sounded again, the rhythm was steady and lazy.

The acting is impeccable.

The man's back completely disappeared around the corner. Xie Zhizhi finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to look at the huge glass mirror beside him.

In the mirror, except for a small part of the white neck, the black gauze leather really covered the entire face tightly, and there was no familiar shadow to be seen.

It's impossible to recognize it, Xie Zhizhi emphasized again.

His tense nerves suddenly relaxed at this moment. He straightened his collar, turned around and walked away.