Chapter 41 The Double-Faced Classmate of the Academic Master
Most of the time, emotional clashes and entanglements are not clear-cut things, but rather vague and ambiguous existences.
This makes people extend, daydream, feel happy, annoyed, and worry about gains and losses. This is the hazy veil of love, its beautiful, fascinating and hateful side.
Lin Zhi hung up the phone, but Song Jiazhu's heart was still tightly connected.
He wanted to reach Lin Zhi as soon as possible and check on his condition.
Lin Zhi's words kept appearing in his mind, and he subconsciously analyzed almost every word.
After encountering the problem, Lin Zhi's first thought was to contact him. He himself didn't know why. This subtext made Song Jiazhu inexplicably excited, but he couldn't help but interpret this sentence into another meaning.
Knowing that he was mute and unable to speak, she still called him. Was Lin Zhi making fun of herself?
These emotions were arguing in his mind, but Song Jiazhu's reason was unable to make a judgment. He was staring at the screen of his mobile phone, waiting for Lin Zhi's answer.
[Song Jiazhu]: Where is your home?
Lin Zhi looked at the message on the phone and did not reply immediately. About half a minute later, he typed a reply.
[Lin Zhi]: It’s okay, you don’t have to come, it’s not serious.
This is a common-sense rejection. Even if two friends are very good, it is rare for them to rush to each other's home anxiously just because they heard that the other person sprained his or her foot.
[Song Jiazhu]: Don’t you live alone? This is not very convenient. I will bring you some food.
Song Jiazhu knew that Lin Zhi lived alone. During the previous tutoring, Song Jiazhu had already discovered this from Lin Zhi's words.
In fact, this was no longer something Song Jiazhu would do, but Song Jiazhu didn't seem to notice it.
As the creator of this situation, Lin Zhi certainly wouldn't point it out.
[Lin Zhi]: That’s right, remember to order something spicy.
He replied, walking towards home at a slower pace than before.
Before Song Jiazhu arrived, he needed to make some preparations.
Song Jiazhu saw the address given by Lin Zhi, left the mall, and went to the nearest place to buy dinner.
After the meal was packed, Song Jiazhu ordered an online taxi to go to his destination.
Lin Zhi's home was on the twelfth floor. Song Jiazhu pressed the elevator button. In the light of the elevator, she subconsciously straightened her wrinkled clothes, and went to Lin Zhi's door and knocked.
Lin Zhi's house has three bedrooms and two living rooms. There are green plants on the entrance hall. The kitchen door is closed, and there is nothing on the tables in the living room and dining room.
The furnishings in the house are mainly warm. There is a photo of a family of four hanging on the wall, and next to it is an embroidery.
Seeing Song Jiazhu staring at it, Lin Zhi casually replied, "The one hanging next to it was embroidered by my mother."
This was embroidered by the original owner's mother many years ago when cross-stitch became popular, and it has been kept until now.
For the sake of immersion, the system imported the photo of Lin Zhi when she was a child into the hanging family portrait. Lin Zhi herself found it a bit awkward, but Song Jiazhu obviously didn't think so.
He moved his eyes away from Xiaolin Zhi, put the food on the table, looked at Lin Zhi's legs, and asked in sign language: What's wrong?
"It's okay, it's not serious, just a little red, and it doesn't seem to hurt if I don't rub it."
Lin Zhi acted as if he didn't care, but he sat on the sofa and stretched his sprained foot on the sofa bed.
The redness and swelling of the ankle joint are particularly obvious next to the white ankle.
Song Jiazhu asked using sign language: Is there any medicinal wine at home?
"Yes, it's in my room. I just took it in, but it hurts so much that I decided to forget it and eat first."
Song Jiazhu: No, rubbing with medicated wine or applying ice will heal quickly. What if I just leave it like this and it gets worse tomorrow?
Song Jiazhu: It's winter now, and ice compresses are very cold, so it's better to use medicinal wine.
Song Jiazhu was so good at sign language that he could speak with all his heart.
Lin Zhi closed his eyes and said insincerely, "I can't see it anymore."
The air was quiet for a moment. Lin Zhi was imagining Song Jiazhu's reaction in his mind, but suddenly he felt Song Jiazhu's breath approaching.
The smell on Song Jiazhu's body was the scent of clean laundry detergent, which came from his clothes, but it seemed to be different from the other smells. It reminded people of green bamboo after the rain.
Lin Zhi felt fingers placed around his eyes and subconsciously opened his eyes, just in time to meet Song Jiazhu who was about to open his eyes.
Song Jiazhu's eyes are less black, and when he stares at people, there is a sense of extra seriousness.
Lin Zhi saw the faint red on his face, but Song Jiazhu did not notice anything unusual about himself. He tried to stay calm and said in sign language: I can see now.
"Little mute, it's a good thing you can't speak, otherwise you would definitely annoy me to death."
The boy was as bad as ever, but Song Jiazhu no longer disliked his appearance.
Song Jiazhu: Medicinal wine.
"I'm too lazy to move. You can go to my room and get it yourself."
Lin Zhi was lying on the sofa. He was not wearing the clothes he was going out today, but a loose fleece pajamas. He pointed out the location of his bedroom to Song Jiazhu.
Song Jiazhu didn't expect that he could go directly into Lin Zhi's bedroom, and his heart stopped beating for a moment.
Lin Zhi stared at Song Jiazhu's back, with the corners of her lips slightly raised.
In fact, it is very normal for friends or even classmates to enter each other's bedroom. People who have other emotions naturally have special ideas.
Song Jiazhu opened the door of Lin Zhi's bedroom and took in the layout of Lin Zhi's bedroom.
This bedroom is larger than his room. There are a few pillows on the bay window, some books on the desk, and a poster of a star on the wall. Song Jiazhu doesn't recognize the star, and couldn't help taking a photo of the poster, intending to check it out when he gets back.
Linzhi’s quilts and quilt covers are both fluffy and look cute and warm.
Song Jiazhu looked around before picking up the medicinal wine on the desk.
The medicinal wine was pressed under a book, and there seemed to be something like a photo inside the book, with a small part of it exposed.
One shouldn't pry into other people's privacy, Song Jiazhu thought.
But the hand seemed to go against the body's will and pulled the photo a little further away.
The angle of the photo seems to have been taken secretly, probably at a basketball court. It should have been a photo that was processed and then printed out, because except for one person, cartoon stickers were pasted on the faces of everyone else, and only one person's appearance was revealed.
Song Jiazhu looked at that face and overlapped it with the face of the boy who reminded her that night a few days ago.
His eyes were cold and he looked at it quietly for a while, letting the photo return to its previous position.
Song Jiazhu took the medicinal wine and left the room. He looked calm, so calm that one couldn't tell the huge waves of emotions beneath his appearance.
He tried his best to control himself so as not to leave fingerprints on the photo. If he used the slightest force, the photo would become deformed and wrinkled.
That face was disgusting, and even the boy's previous kindness seemed so irritating to Song Jiazhu.
Is this the person you like?
Why does it have to be him?
The feeling of unwillingness in his heart echoed again and again in Song Jiazhu's mind. He sat in front of Lin Zhi, put Lin Zhi's feet on his legs, and opened the lid of the medicinal wine.
Even before the application started, Lin Zhi already wanted to retract his foot.
"I'm afraid of pain."
Lin Zhi frowned, as if thinking of a way to refuse.
Song Jiazhu grabbed Lin Zhi's ankles to prevent him from retreating. He looked at Lin Zhi's face and said in sign language: I will move gently and won't hurt you too much.
I won't hurt you, so why can't that person be me?
Why can't it be me?
The secret and urgent desire seemed to have found an outlet, with ugly jealousy and silent hope.
At this moment, Song Jiazhu completely understood why he had felt so strange before.
The throbbing of youth is like a spark on a barren field, setting the whole field on fire in an instant.
Song Jiazhu gently rubbed Lin Zhi's ankle, with an unconscious gloom in his dark eyes, like the shadow of a dead branch, spreading under the cold moonlight.
I will replace him.
Even though Song Jiazhu intentionally slowed down his movements, the medicinal wine would only be effective if it was rubbed into the affected area. The pain quickly caused a layer of mist to quickly cover Lin Zhi's eyes.
In fact, if Lin Zhiruo wanted to, he could have held back and not shed tears, but why should he hold back?
Every tear of his was shed for those who deserved it.
Even though Song Jiazhu tried hard to restrain himself, Lin Zhi could still feel the low pressure coming from him.
To be honest, the placement of the photo was indeed a bit deliberate, but Song Jiazhu probably wouldn't think too deeply about it. He would probably just think about what they had said before when he got home, and then pick up the photo of that person and think about it over and over again.
This photo of Xu Lieyang was taken by the original owner. He also took some other photos, all of which were taken at the basketball court. There were not many photos, and Lin Zhi put them away on the first day he arrived. At that time, he had already thought about the use of these photos.
The timing was right, so Lin Zhi moved the plan forward. Sometimes things couldn't always proceed rigidly according to every step of the plan, but as long as there were no accidents that led to failure, these were things that made the plan more interesting.
In fact, he didn't want Song Jiazhu to be jealous. This was just part of his goal. Different responses were required for different personality fragments.
However, the breath coming from Song Jiazhu really made him happy. It was a manifestation of the other party's care for him. Sometimes Lin Zhi felt that he was very weird, as if he had become some kind of monster that fed on emotions of care and dependence.
But he has high standards and only likes people with whom he has feelings. Only when he has feelings for them will he want to get along further with them, and only then will the emotions they give him be valuable.
"Song Jiazhu, it's OK."
The smell of medicinal wine filled the air. The skin on Lin Zhi's ankle had been rubbed slightly red, and because of the overflow of red, the original swelling was a little difficult to distinguish.
Song Jiazhu's gaze fell on Lin Zhi's tear-stained eyelashes. While he was rubbing them, Lin Zhi was holding a pillow in her arms and squeezing it. At this moment, Lin Zhi's chin was resting on the pillow, and her pretty face looked a little pitiful.
Perhaps because of the pain, there was a slight tremor in Lin Zhi's voice.
The pair of innocent eyes were slightly drooped, as if annoyed by the pain, and the slightly upturned lips were naturally slightly open. Song Jiazhu was a little distracted, and his hands subconsciously moved heavier.
Lin Zhi let out a short cry of pain, and his hands gripping the pillow suddenly tightened.
The slender fingers are folded together, the fingertips are pale pink, and the blue blood vessels are clear under the white back of the hand.
"Song Jiazhu, you hurt me."
The boy's voice sounded aggrieved, and his eyes were full of accusations.
Unlike the tears he shed that day at the stadium, Song Jiazhu's tears were no longer filled with rejection, but rather a subtle emotion that made him feel that he was actually pretty bad too.
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