When he saw the knife in Che Xingde's hand, Sang Yan instantly understood why he came. Che Xingde swung his sword violently as if he wanted to burn all the jade and stone, and he swung it irrationally.
During this period, Sang Yan's arm and waist were inadvertently scratched.
Because of his actions, Sang Yan's lips were straightened, and his appearance appeared half-dark in this light. When Che Xingde stabbed the knife again, Sang Yan quickly grabbed his arm and broke it with force.
His bones made shifting clicks.
Che Xingde cried out in pain, the strength in his hand was Panasonic, and the knife also fell to the ground.
Sang Yan still had blood on his stomach and hands. The dark red color could not be seen in the black clothes, but the scars on his hands were deeply scratched, and the blood was like a winding snake, winding his arms and staining the red ropes of his wrists.
Then drop by drop on the ground.
"You're lucky," Sang Yan still fixed his dislocated arm, pressed him against the wall, and said in a low voice, "If something really happened that year, the knife wouldn't be here today. on the ground."
If that day, Wen Yifan's uncle would go home later.
If she and Guo Ling got the same ending.
If she also spent so many years alone in such dark darkness and cold.
Thinking of this, the strength in Sang Yan's hand gradually increased. Hearing Che Xingde's screams, he could not wait to slash him. His eyes were dark, the blue veins on his neck bulged, and all bloodthirsty thoughts popped up in his mind.
In the next instant, I remembered what Wen Yifan said some time ago.
——"I will give you medicine if you are injured, but I will also be angry."
Sang Yan came back to her senses and felt the pain in hindsight. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the blood on his body, and then dragged Che Xingde out: "You will find a place to poke."
"… "
"How the hell am I covering up the paddling on this hot day."
Che Xingde had no strength to struggle at all, and was dragged out by him like a sack. He was so in pain that he could not speak clearly, and began to beg for mercy again: "Brother... Please, I don't want to go to jail... "
"You don't want to go to jail?" Sang Yan sneered, "The girl doesn't want to die either."
…
Noticing the movement here, passersby came to watch one after another. The police patrolling nearby also arrived at this time. After learning about the situation, they escorted Che Xingde into the police car.
The police offered to take Sang Yan to the hospital and recorded a statement.
Sang Yan cooperated very well, just let them wait first. He went back to the car and tried to get the car keys and mobile phone, but he turned around but didn't see the mobile phone. He raised his eyebrows lightly, but didn't take it too seriously, turned his head and followed the police into the police car.
Along the way, the police asked him about the general situation while helping him simply treat the wound.
Sang Yan's wound was still bleeding, he covered his stomach and answered calmly.
After a long while, it was time to arrive at the city hospital.
The policeman asked again, "You and the suspect—"
Before he could finish his question, Sang Yan suddenly interrupted him and asked, "What time is it now?"
Policeman: "It's almost 8:40, what's wrong?"
Hearing this time, Sang Yan paused and asked, "Excuse me, can I borrow your mobile phone?"
At this point in time, the roads in Shang'an are still somewhat blocked.
As time went by, Wen Yifan's mood became more and more anxious. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, put Sang Yan's cell phone and voice recorder back in her bag, and asked aloud, "Master, how long will this be blocked?"
The driver replied: "It's good to cross this road."
Wen Yifan was about to ask again when the phone suddenly rang. She lowered her head and took out her phone from her pocket.
The missed call is an unfamiliar number in Nanwu.
She held her breath, had a guess in her mind, and picked it up immediately.
As she expected.
Sang Yan's voice came from the other end: "Wen Shuangjiang."
At the same time as hearing this voice, Wen Yifan's tense emotions finally relaxed. She pursed her lips hard, and asked him directly about the situation, with a shallow nasal voice: "Are you all right? Where is the injury?"
Obviously he knew this, and Sang Yan didn't find any reason to prevaricate: "It's okay, I just broke the skin on my hand."
Wen Yifan didn't believe what he said at all, so he sniffed: "I saw a lot of blood."
"It's most likely Che Xingde's, I have nothing to do." Sang Yan said lazily, "Okay, it's really okay. Wen Shuangjiang, I'll go home by myself today. I still have to record some confessions, so I won't go back so soon. "
Wen Yifan said in a low voice, "I'll find you."
Hearing this, Sang Yan was silent for a few seconds, and seemed to sigh because he could no longer hide the past: "Okay, then you can stop a car. Come to the city doctor's emergency room."
…
When Wen Yifan arrived at the emergency department, the wound on Sang Yan's body had already been sutured. At this time, there were not many people in the hospital, and two policemen stood next to him, as if asking him questions.
She walked quickly to Sang Yeon, staring at the wound on his arm.
Sang Yan tilted her head: "It came quite fast."
Wen Yifan had no expression on his face, turned his head and said hello to the two policemen. Later, the police also took the initiative to say: "That's almost the case. If there is any problem in the future, we will contact you again."
Sang Yan looked at them and nodded: "Well, it's hard work."
The two policemen left.
Wen Yifan stared at Sang Yan again. His face was paler than usual, and his lips, which were originally pale, were not at all bloody at this moment, and his whole person was a little more morbid. She lowered her eyes and said slowly, "It's a little broken."
"… "
"And six stitches."
Sang Yan raised her eyes and glanced at her, and stopped talking and defending, waiting patiently for the words she mentioned before that would get angry at him. He leaned on the back of the chair, the anesthesia in his hand had not yet passed, and he habitually raised his other hand to hold hers.
A moment of silence.
Before waiting for her anger, Sang Yan saw that her eyes were red, and she began to cry.
"..." Sang Yan was stunned, "No, why did you cry instead of scaring me?"
Wen Yifan sat next to him, enduring the trembling in his voice, trying to calm himself down. She reached out and wiped away the tears again, and asked, "Why are you catching him."
Sang Yan laughed: "Did I do something wrong?"
"After you see him, just call the police," Wen Yifan's tone was a little hard, "you don't need to do the extra things."
Sang Yan said patiently, "Then he's going to run away."
"Run as soon as you run, so what if you run away." Wen Yifan really got angry with him, "Even if he runs away, it doesn't matter to you, what do you do about it! You'll be righteous and brave!"
calm down.
After she said this, Sang Yan was not angry and looked down at her, "What's wrong?"
"I don't like you like this..." Wen Yifan lowered his head, choked up and said, "Can you leave these things alone, and don't make me regret telling you, okay? Just go to work every day, get off work well, and then be safe and sound. come back to meet me..."
Wen Yifan really didn't care about other things anymore.
Even if she hates Cha Heung-deok.
I wish he was in jail for the rest of his life.
But those thoughts were no match for Sang Yan.
--silence.
"What's wrong with me?" After a few seconds, Sang Yan laughed instead and said in a slow tone, "You can cry in front of me so directly now, you didn't have to hide before."
Wen Yifan still kept his original posture and didn't move.
"Wen Shuangjiang, why are you unhappy?" Sang Yan pinched her fingertips, neither light nor heavy, "Che Xingde was arrested, your aunt paid the price, and that girl can be reconciled. "
"… "
"Also," Sang Yan said slowly, "this time, I will protect you."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan immediately looked at him, his eyes still red.
The two looked at each other.
Freeze live.
"I'm actually very concerned about it. I really care about it. At that time, if I didn't bother you, I really wouldn't bother." Sang Yan's eyes were pure black, and his Adam's apple slipped lightly, "Why do you want to save face for my old man. "
Wen Yifan moved his lips.
Before he could say anything, Sang Yan pulled the corner of his lower lip, and said, "It's just such a rubbish thing, what have you been doing for so many years."
At that time, he was young and vigorous.
When you love someone, you can empty your mind for her and lower your head again and again. But she will be easily defeated by her words, and she will never enter her world, and she will break it very simply.
I know I can't forget it.
Knowing that he is still hopelessly waiting.
But still for the sake of decency and fighting for a breath, and never become the active party.
During those long two years.
He only knew that he was the humble side in his relationship, and he never noticed that her emotions were wrong, and never caught her hidden pain and despair.
Never, tried to save her.
Wen Yifan Ne said, "It was originally my problem."
"What does it have to do with you?" Sang Yan raised her hand and rubbed the corner of her eyes lightly, "It's the problem of that scumbag Che Xingde."
"… "
"Can you be happy for me?" Sang Yan smiled, "I caught that scumbag."
It's my hand that caught your shadow.
Since then.
There is only light left in your world.
As if he heard it, after a long while, Wen Yifan withdrew his gaze. She stared at her hands, her head drooping, her tears still falling, as if they could not flow.
Sang Yan leaned over to watch her cry, her eyes narrowed slightly: "No, the stitches hurt me, why are you crying?"
Hearing this, Wen Yifan glanced at his arm again, and the tears fell even more fiercely.
"… "
Sang Yan is not good at coaxing people at all, and she somehow feels that she is making her cry. He had a headache, and seriously wiped her tears: "Xing Xing Xing, I don't fucking hurt."
Wen Yifan took a breath.
Several more seconds passed.
Sang Yan stared at her red eyes, her voice was very soft, and she seemed to be coaxing.
"do not Cry."
The emergency department is quiet.
Wen Yifan wiped away the tears with the back of his hands, barely holding back the tears.
Seeing this, Sang Yan was relieved, and suddenly remembered something: "Wen Shuangjiang, what's the matter with you?"
She whispered, "Huh?"
Sang Yan: "Aren't you going to report to me? Aren't you following this news?"
Wen Yifan looked at him: "I'm not in the mood."
Sang Yan put her arm on her back, tapped her fingertips on it, and began to turn over the old accounts leisurely: "Why not, my house burned down before, and you were not happy to report?"
"..." Wen Yifan looked at his wound again and muttered, "The situation is different."
Sang Yan laughed to herself for a while: "Okay, let's go home."
The two got up and left the room.
Wen Yifan was led by him and walked forward, thinking of his injury, he couldn't help but say, "Sang Yan."
"how?"
"Why are you so miserable," Wen Yifan sighed, "I have to meet me in this life."
Sang Yan turned back: "What's wrong?"
"It's just that bad things have happened all the time." Speaking of this, Wen Yifan thought for a while, "Did you do something wrong to me in your last life, like—"
"Like what?"
"Maybe in my last life, I was single until I was in my seventies and eighties, and finally an old man met my eye. As a result, on the wedding night, the old man eloped with you." Wen Yifan made a reasonable guess, "So in this life, I will come here. Find something unpleasant for you."
Sang Yan was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled: "Are you giving an example, or are you implying me?"
Wen Yifan raised his head slowly: "Huh?"
"Okay," Sang Yan raised her eyebrows as an example, "Then I'll repay the debt, and you will be kind to me in your life."
"What debt?"
"Don't you owe you a man?"
"… "
"For the rest of my life, I'll pay you back with myself." Sang Yan raised her eyelids and hooked her palm with her fingertips, as if tickling, "Can you do that?"