Chapter 49: The Double-Faced Classmate of the Academic Master
The bright to faint flames flickered in Song Jiazhu's eyes, and the haze in his heart that was compressed to the deepest level was annihilated by the high temperature just like these burning photos.
Even though he was sure that Lin Zhi no longer liked Xu Lieyang, and Lin Zhi had not mentioned Xu Lieyang for such a long time, that uneasy worry always lingered in Song Jiazhu's heart. Now he was not worried at all.
He replaced... no, he expelled Xu Lieyang.
Although Lin Zhi didn't say anything, precisely because he didn't say anything, these things had no meaning to him and there was no regret on his face.
He also understood why Lin Zhi did not wear women's clothes when they met today. Even though women's clothes no longer symbolized that feeling, even though that was another self in Lin Zhi's heart, Lin Zhi still spent this New Year's Eve with him in the same manner as before, and invited him to burn the past together.
Song Jiazhu was so happy that she didn't hide it. Lin Zhi's body suddenly flew into the air and was picked up by Song Jiazhu and spun around.
Song Jiazhu didn't say anything, but his thoughts were revealed in his eyes.
Lin Zhi was sure that his plan was correct and every step had achieved the expected results.
He looked at Song Jiazhu, trying to get the answer he wanted.
Song Jiazhu didn't see any other meaning in Lin Zhi's eyes, and didn't realize that at this moment when he was extremely happy, Lin Zhi was thinking about separation.
He kissed Lin Zhi, put Lin Zhi down, and signed very quickly.
——Can I take you somewhere tomorrow?
——Go to my house.
——The place where I lived with my parents.
This was what Song Jiazhu had been planning all along. Even if Lin Zhi did not burn these photos today, he planned to take Lin Zhi there during the holidays, hoping that Lin Zhi could understand his world.
He was willing to reveal those heavy nightmare-like pasts, those things that had prevented him from speaking until now, to Lin Zhi. He shared them because he liked them, and even out of a weak and despicable hope that Lin Zhi would pity him and give him more love.
Lin Zhi smiled and nodded without asking any more questions.
Because according to his identity, he should not know Song Jiazhu's past. He had asked Song Jiazhu before why he lived alone, and Song Jiazhu just replied that it was convenient.
Lin Zhi knew that his parents were a forbidden area for him, so he didn't mention them much.
He also had some guesses in his mind as to why the mission had not yet been completed. Perhaps the mission would only be completed when Song Jiazhu could speak like a normal person.
Lin Zhi was not in a hurry to leave. His previous doubts were just about whether he had misjudged the situation.
Staying a little longer is nothing to him, it just prolongs his life anyway.
As it was too late, Lin Zhi kept Song Jiazhu and let him live in his brother's room. He also used his brother's old clothes. They were of similar height, and Song Jiazhu couldn't fit into Lin Zhi's clothes.
Lin Zhi took the quilt and Song Jiazhu made the bed himself. His brain, which had been running hot all the time, now cooled down a little. Song Jiazhu felt a little embarrassed when he thought that he was in Lin Zhi's house.
Thinking of Lin Zhi who was just across the wall, Song Jiazhu tossed and turned.
The scene of the New Year's Eve countdown kept appearing in his mind, and he wondered whether he had made any sound.
Song Jiazhu sat up, rubbed his neck, and continued to try to speak.
Unfortunately, after trying for a long time, I still couldn't get the feeling of the air flow breaking through the barrier like that time.
This made him a little discouraged, but he soon cheered up. Thinking about what happened today, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.
Perhaps because he had to go home tomorrow, Song Jiazhu dreamed of his parents for the first time in a long time.
It was the same dream as before. There was a peaceful scene before the storm came. Because the things his father bought could not be stored at home, they had to be piled in his room. So he went back to the past and slept in the same room with his parents. It was summer at that time and the air conditioner was on at home.
Mom said that the air conditioner shouldn't be turned on for too long to avoid physical strain, and she also started talking about the electricity bill and the latest vegetable prices. Dad agreed with her and we discussed going to the park together tomorrow, Saturday.
It was an ordinary night until he was awakened by his father's shout "Who's outside?" He had a vague memory of what happened afterwards. He only remembered that his mother stuffed him under the bed and told him not to make any sound, and then blocked him with the suitcase that was already under the bed. Then there was the noisy noise.
Something flowed along the floor and he huddled there, remembering not to make a sound.
However, in this dream, before hearing the sound, Song Jiazhu saw a fire burning in the air. It suddenly appeared in mid-air, and the photo turned dark under the flames.
The dream turned into various fragments, he fell into the sea of people, and huge fireworks exploded in the air.
——Lin Zhi.
Song Jiazhu clearly heard the voice he spoke at this moment, and naturally continued the remaining half of the sentence that he had not said in reality.
--I like you.
A new day on the calendar, January 1st of the Gregorian calendar.
Song Jiazhu's home is not far from Lin Zhi's home, only two bus stops away.
Lin Zhi wrapped herself in a scarf and got on the bus with Song Jiazhu.
Song Jiazhu also wore a scarf of the same style, which was bought by Lin Zhi.
The old elevator opened and Song Jiazhu pressed the fourth floor.
Because no one had lived there for a long time, there was a layer of dust on the door handle of Song Jiazhu's house.
Song Jiazhu took out a tissue and prepared to wipe it. A hand next to him handed over a wet wipe. Song Jiazhu took it and curled his lips to Lin Zhi's slightly worried gaze to show that he was fine.
Even though he didn't say it explicitly, he knew that Lin Zhi had actually guessed it, it was obvious.
After wiping the door handle with a wet wipe, Song Jiazhu took out the key and opened the door.
Dust flew in the face, dancing in the gray sunlight.
After the dust in the air had dispersed a little, Song Jiazhu took Lin Zhi's hand and walked in.
The house seemed a bit empty because there was almost no furniture.
The floor and corners bear traces of years of accumulation; even with the thick dust you can still tell what was once piled there.
The wall clock had stopped ticking long ago. On the small table against the wall of the living room were two portraits, a young man and a young woman.
Song Jiazhu wiped the two photos clean and while wiping he secretly introduced the boy behind him to his parents.
Lin Zhi bowed slightly to the two portraits and greeted them in his heart.
Song Jiazhu and Lin Zhi talked about the past. Lin Zhi watched quietly and nodded occasionally.
He didn't say anything, as it seemed that any sound would disturb something in this atmosphere.
Lin Zhi walked into the room where Song Jiazhu used to live. From what Song Jiazhu saw, the sundries piled up in his room had already been moved away.
There were a few dusty exercise books on the child's desk, and the pattern on the plastic globe could no longer be seen.
In the corner, Lin Zhi seemed to see something.
He bent down and took something out from the gap in the desk. Song Jiazhu immediately moved the table away, worried that the dust would rub against Lin Zhi.
But even if he did this, the dust inevitably got on Lin Zhi's sleeves and white scarf. Song Jiazhu hurriedly helped him brush off the dust.
Lin Zhi opened his palm, revealing what he had obtained.
It was a keychain pendant, and the cat was covered in dust and was so dirty that it was almost unrecognizable from its original appearance.
Lin Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly because he was very familiar with it.
In the previous world, in the old house where Mingyao lived, he also found an identical pendant in the corner of his room.
He also knew what it looked like after it was washed, grayish white to slightly yellowish, because it had been left aside and forgotten for too long, so even after washing it would never be as clean as before.
Song Jiazhu was also a little surprised and said in sign language: This seems to be something that was on my keychain a long time ago.
“Can I take it away?”
Lin Zhi spoke the first words since entering the house. Song Jiazhu was stunned for a moment and nodded.
The gray and dirty cat pendant was wrapped in the boy's clean and warm palm. He did not mind its dirtiness and even wanted to take it away.
Lin Zhi wrapped the plush pendant in paper and put it in his pocket.
The door was closed again, and only after it was closed did Lin Zhi continue speaking.
"What happened after that? Did you go into that welfare home?"
Song Jiazhu shook his head and went downstairs with Lin Zhi while talking about what happened after he lost his voice.
After the accident, he went to live with his uncle.
I started living in the school dormitory in junior high school and never went back.
"Is your uncle's family not very welcoming to you?"
This was Lin Zhi's previous guess, because the information said that Song Jiazhu was always bullied when living at his uncle's house.
There are too many children in my uncle's family, and the family structure is rather complicated. Song Jiazhu is a guest and cannot speak. He often has to do a lot of things and is bullied. He basically has no share of good things.
Song Jiazhu shook his head again and said to Lin Zhi in sign language: Uncle died of illness.
Lin Zhi's expression became a little melancholy. The information provided by the system was not complete and was always just an approximation.
The death of his uncle meant that the last relative in the world who had an emotional connection with Song Jiazhu had also disappeared.
Song Jiazhu felt the tenderness in Lin Zhi's eyes. That thin mist-like emotion enveloped him like a warm current, soothing his heart in the winter.
He was a person who was used to downplaying his sufferings. Even if he didn't express it, he was very lucky to meet Lin Zhi.
Lin Zhi held Song Jiazhu's hand and exchanged body temperature with him.
According to the current atmosphere, as long as he said to Song Jiazhu "I will always be with you", he would definitely be able to gain Song Jiazhu's deeper touch and love, but Lin Zhi never made such a promise.
Even a web weaver who is good at making up lies sometimes doesn't want to make empty promises.
They walked slowly forward in the winter as if taking a stroll. Lin Zhi put his other hand in his pocket, holding the dusty cat pendant through a tissue.
01's voice sounded in Lin Zhi's mind, and it said cheerfully: [Host, there is a new description in my database. This cat pendant is equivalent to the spiritual embodiment of the task target. When you walk into his heart, you will see it. 】
[It will change its form and be related to the past of the task object. From now on, as long as the host sees it, he can be sure that the task will be completed! This is a visible feature behind the pathological phenomenon of the task object, because not all symptoms of the task object are superficial defects. 】
After 01 finished speaking, he looked at his backend database, feeling a little confused.
The emergence of this information does not seem to be an 'unlock' as in the previous understanding of the nature of the task, but a 'reappearance'.
Strange, 01 checked his program again and found nothing wrong.
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