reverse trapping

Chapter 60

That night, Cheng Mu booked a ticket for [-] pm the next day.

He told Shen Jinzhi to go back to the room to pack his things after taking the medicine.

After traveling for a long time, Cheng Mu developed the habit of bringing less things every time he went out.

He packed everything according to the previous travel list, and completed the packing task in a short while.

Looking at his luggage, Cheng Mu felt lost.

When he woke up tomorrow, Shen Jinzhi would go to work, and that was the last time they saw each other recently.

Cheng Mu regretted it a little, but it was a pity that he didn't take a second look at Shen Jinzhi.

That night, he suffered from insomnia.

The next day's alarm clock failed to wake him up, and it was ten o'clock in the morning when he opened his eyes.

The equipment to be brought is still in the studio, and he can't waste any more time.

Cheng Mu quickly tossed up from the bed, and rushed out of the room with his frizzy hair.

But before he ran into the bathroom, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

On the sofa, Shen Jin was flipping through a financial magazine with a teacup in one hand.

The noon sun passed over his metal frame, and the scattered light fell along the well-tailored suit, making him lazy and extravagant.

Shen Jinzhi put down his teacup and turned his head slightly.

Cheng Mu blinked in a daze: "You...are you not at work?"

Shen Jinzhi didn't answer his question directly, but looked at the dining table not far away and said to him: "Wash up first, then eat less to make a cushion."

Cheng Mu let out a dull "Oh".

He walked into the bathroom, washed his face dazedly, and suddenly found that his hair was messed up like a chicken coop, so he tidied it up hastily.

When he came out after washing up, the whole living room was filled with the aroma of milk.

Shen Jinzhi was sitting at the dining table.

The food on the table was still steaming, obviously freshly heated.

Cheng Mu approached, not knowing whether to eat or not.

He licked his lips and asked Shen Jinzhi again: "Why didn't you go to school today?"

Shen Jinzhi smiled faintly, picked up the cup of milk on the table and handed it to him: "Why do you still ask?"

Cheng Mu took the milk cup, and the warmth spread along the wall of the cup to his fingertips.

There was a gentle smile in the corner of Shen Jinzhi's eyes: "Can't you see? I hate you and want to spend as much time with you as possible."

The heat of the milk in the cup seemed to heat up, warming his palm.

Looking at the hot breakfast on the table, Cheng Mu sat down anyway.

He said while eating: "I still need to go to the studio, maybe..."

Shen Jinzhi followed his hesitant voice and asked, "Then can I follow?"

Although that sentence sounded like a request, with the addition of the sentence "I want to spend as much time with you as possible", it was really hard for Cheng Mu to refuse.

Although a little uncomfortable, Cheng Mu completed all the preparations before the trip accompanied by Shen Jinzhi.

After a simple lunch, Shen Jinzhi went downstairs with Cheng Muze's luggage.

Shen Jinzhi didn't drive, but took Cheng Muze with his luggage to the entrance of the community.

A car was parked unacceptably at the west gate, and the logo of a car rental software was posted on the body.

After a brief meeting with the driver, Shen Jinzhi placed Cheng Muze's luggage.

Then, he told the driver: "Master, he is prone to motion sickness, and he still has valuable photographic equipment in his bag, please drive a little more steadily."

The driver patted his chest and assured: "No problem, I have been doing the job of taking people to the airport for seven or eight years, and I am absolutely familiar with it."

"Thank you."

Shen Jinzhi opened the car door.

Cheng Mu leaned over and got in, carefully guarding the equipment in the bag.

He was about to find a place inside, but Shen Jinzhi closed the car door.

Cheng Muze paused, hurriedly pressed the button to control the window, and moved down the window.

He was a little surprised.

Or rather, a little lost.

He wanted to ask Shen Jinzhi why he didn't go to the airport with him, but thinking about the long journey to the airport, Shen Jinzhi really didn't need to accompany him.

He swallowed the words that came to his lips, and curled his fingertips on the car door.

Shen Jinzhi leaned close to the fully lowered car window: "Axia, I won't take you to the airport."

Cheng Mu nodded slightly, but said nothing.

Shen Jinzhi reached out and stepped into the car window, paused next to Cheng Muze's cheek, and finally rubbed his hair: "Why are you looking at me like this? I'm not troubled, but I'm worried that I'll be angry out of selfishness. Very slow, deliberately missed your boarding time."

Cheng Mu was caught off guard, and his heartbeat skipped the normal baseline.

Shen Jinzhi slowly withdrew his hand, tightening the knuckles that retained Cheng Muze's breath.

"be careful."

Cheng Mu responded, "I know."

The car was still moving, and the tires pressed against the ground, rolling over the fine gravel on the road, making a creaking sound.

Cheng Muze's profile turned into a back view, and then into a pure black car body.

Shen Jinzhi's cell phone was vibrating.

He ignored it and just stared at the car until it was completely out of sight.

The phone was still vibrating tirelessly, and Shen Jinzhi picked it up casually.

During the call, Wan Weiduo's voice was hurried.

"Jin Zhi, do you know that Xiao Cheng is going abroad? He has a plane at two o'clock in the afternoon. If you drive to the airport now, you can probably catch up."

"I know." Shen Jinzhi's voice was very light, "He will come back."

"No." Wan Weiduo explained as quickly as possible, "Xiao Shuo said that Cheng Muze's itinerary was a temporary one, and it was not in his original plan at all. Don't you find it strange? What if..."

Wan Weiduo didn't speak clearly, but Shen Jinzhi already understood what he meant.

Shen Jinzhi didn't explain or refute, but just repeated again: "He will come back."

Cheng Mu arrived at the airport.

He called up WeChat payment and asked the driver, "Master, how much is it?"

The driver master tapped his mobile phone screen: "Your brother has already paid."

Cheng Mu reacted for a moment, only to realize that the "brother" he was talking about was Shen Jinzhi.

The driver continued: "You brothers have a really good relationship. After your brother placed the order yesterday, he confirmed a lot of things with me. I'm afraid you may have some problems. It's a blessing to have a brother like him in the family."

Cheng Mu lowered his eyebrows and closed his backpack: "No."

He explained inexplicably: "It's not the elder brother at home."

Cheng Mu packed his luggage and went to the security check.

Before the flight that lasted more than ten hours, Cheng Mu finally obtained the information from his mobile phone.

The conversation between Shen Jinzhi and him was still a few days ago.

He wanted to say something to Shen Jinzhi, but he typed a few words and deleted it.

If it is not clear, don't say it.

He opened the circle of friends.

Colleagues in the circle of friends shared their itineraries and works, and the only content without pictures caught his attention.

After being a consultant for so long, this was the first time he saw the other party posting on Moments.

Posted four 10 minutes ago.

"If you desire something, you set it free. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't come back, you never had it."

"Back to you..."

Cheng Mu read in a low voice.

Overhead, a paused broadcast resumes.

"Passengers, please note that your XX international flight is now boarding. Please take your belongings, show your boarding pass, and board the plane from gate 7."

Cheng Mu checked the flight information and got to the end of the queue in front of gate 7.

As time progressed little by little, the plane lifted off the ground, and the force of the pressure difference fell on Cheng Muze's eardrum, causing lasting discomfort.

Although it was still early, it would be early morning when we got off the plane, so Cheng Mu decided to take a nap.

The hypoxic state helped Cheng Mu to accumulate so much drowsiness that he was not quite awake when he got off the plane.

Cheng Mu booked a folk house. It is said that the owner of the house is a Chinese who has settled here for a long time.

It was already four o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the residence, but the residence was brightly lit.

The bright lights are reflected on the red tiles and yellow walls with regional characteristics, blending into a special tone.

If it wasn't for the fact that the lights of other residents were turned off, Cheng Mu would probably have thought it was a custom of a special local festival.

He knocked on the gate of the courtyard.

A Chinese "please come in" came from the courtyard.

Cheng Mu walked into the yard.

There are more than a dozen lamps placed high and low in the yard, forming halos of light among the flowers in the garden.

The man was sitting on the steps in front of the house, holding a bitter-brown wine bottle in his hand, and the alternating light and dark light drew ravines on his body, and every shadow appealed to distress.

This should be the homeowner himself.

The man asked, "Did you book the accommodation?"

Cheng Mu nodded.

The owner said: "I am not allowed to turn off the lights from the night of NO.14 to the early morning of the next day. Have you seen my request?"

Cheng Mu was slightly taken aback. To be honest, he didn't see it.

But now it was not long before dawn, and it didn't matter if the lights were turned on or not, so he followed suit.

The homeowner stood up shaking: "Then I will take you to the room you live in now."

Cheng Mu packed his luggage and followed.

The homeowner said, "Why are you running so far alone?"

"Come to take pictures, my profession is a photographer."

The homeowner glanced back at him, then turned and walked on.

"Really?" The man pursed his lips slightly, "This is not an unpopular location, and you are not the first photographer to live here, and each of them has different emotions at this time, except that there is no one like you. I was sad on the first day."

Cheng Mu smiled wryly.

Finally, the homeowner stopped in front of a room door: "This is it."

The lights in the room were not turned off, and Cheng Mu directly saw the structure inside the house.

Simple and generous, enough to live in.

He had just entered with his luggage when the owner standing at the door suddenly said to him: "This stranger, can you chat with me?"

It was an unexpected offer, but the man's emotions were picking up on him an odd resonance that he didn't want to refuse.

Cheng Mu packed his luggage and followed him back to the front yard.

The stars are shining brightly, but the moon is not visible.

The two sat side by side on the steps looking up at the night sky, neither of them spoke.

After a long time, the homeowner handed over a bottle of wine: "Shall we have some drinks together?"

Cheng Mu shook his head: "No, it's a mistake to drink."

He didn't persuade anymore, and then lowered his eyes.

The early morning wind swept between the two, bringing coolness.

The man asked aloud, "Have you ever waited for someone?"

The author says:

Foreign aid from a foreign country.

Note: The content of Moments comes from Alexandre Dumas.