### Volume 1 Chapter 6: Stigmaty Holy Communit
When Su Yuwei's Chanel 19 handbag brushed the collarbone of Xia Cicada, the cold metal chain condensed the morning frost. The French notes were scattered from the torn folder, and the moment they floated into the fountain, ice crystals formed, like a group of drowning white pigeons.
"Give it back to me." Xia Cicada clenched the cotton wool exposed by her cuffs, and her nails sank into the old scalded scars in her palm. "There is my mother's prescription in it."
The girls wearing mink coats were surrounded by a crescent shape, and the heels of their boots crushed the thin ice by the pool. Su Yuwei picked up the wet notes with a pen, and the ink stains faded into a strange smile in the cold air: "The poor student stole the international class copier, the evidence is conclusive."
Xia Cicada suddenly rushed to the pool, but was pulled by the horsetail the moment she touched the paper. In the soft sound of the strawberry hair rope breaking, she heard the crisp sound of Jiang Zhixi's hearing aid falling into the ice - the guy was playing with the lighter behind the Roman pillar, and the beating flame burned the cross star on his lens.
"Do you want it so much?" Su Yuwei pressed the note into the floating ice, and the red nail polish scratched the paper. "Kneel down and beg me."
When the pool overflowed the ankles, Xia Cicada counted the seventh heartbeat. She saw the shadow of the koi swimming down the ice, and remembered that her mother crushed antidepressants and mixed them into fish feed on New Year's Eve last year. When the knee was about to touch the ice, a warm pressure suddenly covered the back.
Jiang Zhixi's white shirt covered her whole body like a parachute, and the smell of mint mixed with the smell of ancient books in the library poured into her nasal cavity. He grabbed Su Yuwei's wrist with one hand and the mobile phone that was recording in the other hand: "Article 246 of the Criminal Law, do you need me to read the full text?"
"Stop interest, are you crazy?" Su Yuwei's tear mole was twitching, "She secretly filmed you changing the medicine in the piano room! The photos of the forum are going crazy!"
Xia Chan felt cold on the back of her neck, and Jiang Zhixi actually pulled off his hearing aid and stuffed it into her cochlea. In the electric current murmur, his voice shook into the temporal bones through bone conduction: "Listen carefully--" The blood-stained fingertips stroked her frozen lip line. "The first scale of this mouth teaching is to tell me not to be a puppet."
When the onlookers exclaimed, Xia Chan saw that the scab wound behind his ear was bleeding. Those forum photos were actually uploaded by himself. Each photo carefully preserves the close-up of the therapeutic equipment. The supporting text is "On the Calibration of the Sound of the Hearing Impaired" written at 3 a.m.
"Now I share a secret with her." Jiang Zhixi stepped on the hearing aid into pieces in public, and the metal shell cracked into the shape of a cicada. "Do you still want to continue watching the play? The tax loopholes of Su's Real Estate are more exciting than campus gossip.
At dusk, Xia Cicada baked a wet sweater in the boiler room. Jiang Zhixi squatted in the vent to smoke, and suddenly said, "There is my father's confidential document in the waste cardboard box you picked up." He spit out the corporate LOGO composed of smoke rings, "So what I was really afraid of in the piano room that day was..."
The exhaust fan suddenly stopped turning, and a cold handkerchief was attached to her earlobe in the dark. Xia Cicada turned around in the thick night, and his forehead hit his rolling throat knot: "Are you afraid that I will be shriveted?"
"I'm afraid you will cry." He hummed and untied his tie and wrapped her bleeding knee. "For the first time, someone shed tears for the scar in my photo, in the convenience store surveillance at two o'clock in the morning."
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