"What is your relationship with her? Isn't this enough? Isn't it enough for you to harm her!" Having said this, Zhuo Lin remembered the scene of Dongfang Han being beaten to death by Xu Wangying last night, and he kept tolerating anger. Quickly flew out of the body.
"Get out of the way! I don't want to fight with you here." When Jiang Junxi was carrying the box in his hand to walk by, he suddenly swiped a punch from the front. Before he could escape, he hit him in the face directly. The impact made him Take a step back.
A ray of blood dripped from the corner of Jiang Junxi's mouth, and half of his face instantly became red and swollen: "What are you doing!" He was finally annoyed.
"Does it feel good?" Zhuo Lin looked at him coldly.
Hearing this, Jiang Junxi was taken aback.
"Last night she was almost beaten to death by our teacher with punches and punches in the face."
Jiang Junxi's pupils shrank, Zhuo Lin stepped up and grabbed his collar again, a pair of angry eyes staring at him closely, "Three ribs were broken, internal organs bleeding, shock for three hours, right hand fracture, right foot dislocation. If she owed you before, these should be paid off!" After speaking, Zhuo Lin pushed him away.
Jiang Junxi was stunned. At that moment, he seemed to lose the stability of his feet, and his back hit the wall behind him hard.
He stared blankly at Zhuo Lin, who was looking forward to killing him. At this moment, there was no more justifiable reason to refute, because he didn't expect things to happen to this point.
"You just blindly take into account your own feelings, have you ever thought about her situation! Do you know how much risk she took to go out to see you, or even because you were punished, Dongfang Han did not owe you anything, why It's because of you people who suffer again and again!" At this point, Zhuo Lin almost yelled out. He really didn't understand what she was thinking. Whether Jiang Junxi or Zhang Zichu, why she was always forced by these two people To such a miserable situation.
boom!
There was thunder again outside, and a thunderstorm came down.
Standing in the corridor, Jiang Junxi was silent all the time, did not speak any more, just lowered his head.
"It's you or Zhang Zichu. Your presence will only kill her. If you still have a little conscience, get out of here right away!"
Jiang Junxi stiffened. He once vowed to her at the airport that he would not hurt her any more. But the so-called oath is just empty talk. It turned out that he never knew that his waywardness caused her to almost lose her life, such a self, even he despised himself.
After a long time, he gently put the box in his hand on the ground before turning and leaving. This time, he left quietly.
Seeing Jiang Junxi's fading back, that black back, messy and sad in the wind, until disappeared, at that moment, Zhuo Lin's heart, a faint melancholy rose.
He suddenly remembered a sentence Yi Changfeng had said before. When he saw that the person he liked was injured, no matter who he was or what his identity, the uncomfortable mood was the same.
Jiang Junxi, maybe he really likes Dongfang Han.
There was thunder rumbling, and in the heavy rain, a man walked on the road as if desperate, letting the rain wet his clothes and cheeks, at this time he looked like a lost child and helpless.
"Ah, sorry...!"
At this time, Jiang Junxi was knocked to the ground by a person who hurriedly walked in front of him. After looking at him, the person immediately turned and walked away.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, sitting on the cold ground, looking up at the gloomy sky, suddenly felt like he couldn't cry even if he wanted to cry.
Maybe he never thought he would have such a downfall...
For him, Dongfang Han was his robbery, and he couldn't escape from the fate of circulation. He even thought that the vows he had made to her would be able to accompany him throughout his life, but these had no meaning at all when faced with the cruel reality.
Love is like a kind of poison and an addiction. Once people fall, it is doomed to perish for eternal life.
Before, he never knew what it was like to like someone, but now, he can't let go.
"Xiaohan, what should I do? What should I do with you..." he muttered, muttering painfully.
Jiang Junxi, who was still in a painful and confused world, did not notice. At this time, a black car was parked beside him, the door opened, and a man opened the umbrella in his hand and walked down and came to him.
"Boy, are you homeless anymore?" It was a deep and mellow voice.
Jiang Junxi slowly raised his eyes and glanced at the man standing in front of him, his eyes dimmed, and he suddenly said to himself: "If you are really homeless, it would be fine..." Leaving this city, go to someone who doesn't force him to go crazy. Father, and the painful world, how good that should be.
Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows interestingly, as if he had read through his mind and chuckled: "Want to leave here?"
"Do you have this ability?" Jiang Junxi gave him a mocking look.
"If you want to leave," the man said arrogantly, "I will take you away! Because there is no one who dares to stop me in this world."
A flash of lightning illuminates behind him, illuminating the man's face hidden in the shadows. He is a tall, handsome Caucasian man. The light from his blue pupils is proud, arrogant, and cunning. , Seems to be an ambitious man who can hold the whole world.
"How?" The man stretched out his hand to Jiang Junxi's eyes, with a dangerous interest in his eyes: "Would you like to go with me and use me to make you stronger, kid, give me yours now The answer, YES or NO?"
"Boom—" A thunder sound awakened Dongfang Han who was lying on the hospital bed. She opened her eyes and found that someone next to her was gently wiping her immobile right hand with a hot towel in her hand.
After seeing the person clearly, she was surprised, "Zhuolin, why are you here...?"
The hand holding the towel paused for a while, but he did not raise his head to continue the movement in his hand, "Gao Yuan, they are back to school, I will stay here to take care of you." The tone was unusually calm, his temper was not as hot as usual, and he did not even see her. After waking up, he pointed to her nose and sweared, so that Zhuo Lin, who was too quiet, made Dongfang Han feel a little strange.
"Do you want something to eat? I'll go out and buy it for you now—" "Zuo Lin!" As soon as Zhuo Lin stood up, Dongfang Han immediately called him to stop.
"...Thank you, and, I'm sorry...!"
The bottom of Zhuo Lin's eyes trembled slightly, and then he returned to his original calm until it disappeared, and then returned to the initial indifference, turning around to look at the girl under him.
"You have nothing to apologize to me. What you are sorry to do is everyone, because you tortured all the people around you who are worried about you because of an outsider again and again."
The black pupils shrank. When he saw that he was about to turn and leave the ward, Dongfang Han ignored the pain on his body and immediately got up and stretched out his only movable left hand to grab Zhuo Lin's sleeve.
Zhuo Lin was taken aback, but didn't avoid it, just let her hold it, and then looked back at her lightly, his eyes dark as dark, and he couldn't see the true meaning of his eyes.
He seemed to be waiting for her to say something, but Dongfang Han remained silent. Because she didn't know what to say, she always felt that no matter what she said, there was only one in the end, and she would still annoy him.
After hesitating for a while, Zhuo Lin finally lost patience and took her hand away, turned and left.
Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, followed by the sound of closing the door, Dongfang Han just sat on the bed and bowed his head without saying a word.
She looked back at the sword box and mobile phone beside the bed, her pupils shrank slightly and her expression was a little surprised, but she quickly returned to her usual calm, has he been here...
Zhuo Lin walked out of the ward, and after walking far, he suddenly stopped, immediately turned around, clenched a fist and hit the wall next to him, with a burst of anger in his eyes.
Why she can't explain to him well, as long as she is willing to tell him the truth or a reason, he will forgive her, and even believe her unconditionally.
but…
For the first time he learned to calm down and not lose his temper to give her a chance to explain, just like that was missed by her damn silence.
He wanted to be nice to her, why she didn't understand. Seeing that every time she can be desperate for other men's injuries, he is really jealous and heartache, why is that person not him, why he always hides these bitterness in his heart, chewing slowly, until the bitterness The pain went deep into the bones and blood, making him almost unable to support it.
Dongfang Han, do you know that my heart really hurts.
At this time in the ward.
Dongfang Han, who was silent for a while, seemed to decide something at this time. He picked up the mobile phone placed by the table and dialed a familiar number on the number book.
"Beep beep..." After a few beeps, the other party finally answered the phone with a "click".
"Hello, Mr. Schmidt, I'm sorry! I will interrupt you to rest at this time."
"Little Dongfang, you... wait." Smidt was a little surprised, but quickly sat up from the bed and glanced at the o'clock on the table next to him. It is one o'clock in the morning in the US, "Little Dongfang, what's your body Is it better? Is it better?"
"Well, I must apologize to you and Mr. Canglong this time!" She said seriously.
"Don't take this matter to your heart. Although Canglong and the others are very angry, they are young people after all. When they were young and vigorous, who didn't have it." A kind and reassuring laugh came from the other end of the phone, "The matter that night. I have already suppressed it. As for the news media, don’t worry, as long as you promise that you will never commit the crime again next time, I will definitely intercede with Canglong and the others for you.” Smidt stood in Dongfang Han from the beginning to the end. Here, this is why Dongfang Han chose to call him among the six.
After a moment of silence, Dongfang Han finally spoke again: "Thank you Mr. Schmidt! This time I owe you a favor. I called you today to say something."
"What's the matter?" Smidt was slightly surprised.
Dongfang Han's eyes darkened, his hand holding the phone tightened again, and he decided: "I plan to leave the Ace class for a while..."
After the rain, the sunny golden sunlight fell through the clouds into the white ward, and the thin window screens fluttered with the wind. When it fell, a figure appeared beside the bed.
Zhuolin looked at the sickbed that was no longer occupied, his eyes widened, and his eyes were shocked. He quickly threw away the food he had just bought from outside, and when he turned and ran out, he ran into a person head-on.
"What happened?" Xu Wangying pushed him away, raised his hand and patted his crumpled shirt.
"Dongfang Han is gone!"
The blue pupils tightened suddenly, he quickly walked past Zhuolin's, and walked in to see that not only the people were gone, but the clothes were also gone.
That girl walked very simply...