Yan Wanping felt that her scalp was about to be ripped off, she kept screaming, and frantically hit Lin Jiayin, "Crazy, crazy, let go, ah—"
"Lin Jiayin..." Shen Zhan grabbed her slender shoulders and tried to lift her up, "Let go!"
Lin Jiayin's ears seemed to be blocked by something, buzzing chaotically, she couldn't hear outside sounds clearly, and she couldn't hear Shen Zhan calling her.
Only the word "slut" kept magnifying, looping, and magnifying again.
My brain is about to explode.
Shen Zhan had never seen Lin Jiayin like this.
With scarlet eyes, he stared at people fiercely, his hair was messed up like a chicken coop, and there was a violent look on his face.
Let him not listen to what he said, and grabbed Yan Wanping's head tightly.
Shen Zhan didn't know what to do, and directly picked him up.
The hand holding her hair still didn't let go, Yan Wanping's head was pulled up, and the pain caused blood to flow backwards all over her body, and she screamed miserably.
"Little Sun," Shen Zhan's voice softened, "I'll be angry if you don't let go."
Lin Jiayin was still staring at the man lying on the ground covering his head, but the strength in his hand suddenly became much weaker.
Shen Zhan took her hand and separated the fingers one by one.
"Can you calm down?" He held Lin Jiayin's trembling shoulders.
Feeling the force of her shoulders pressing down, Lin Jiayin took a deep breath and turned her head away.
The violence on his face instantly turned into panic, bewilderment, and helplessness.
"Shen Zhan..." she whispered, looking down at a large lock of other people's hair in her hand.
Shen Zhan patted her on the shoulder, his voice softened, "It's all right, it's all right."
Yan Wanping had already gotten up from the ground, bit her lip and rubbed her scalp, took out her phone from her pocket to look at the injury on her face.
There was one scratch on the left and two scratches on the right. She touched it twice, and it was sticky.
Yan Wanping lowered her hands and looked at the two people standing opposite.
Shen Zhan pinched Lin Jiayin's chin and looked at the scratches.
The scar on the left cheek was at least 5cm long, and the right cheek was also swollen by her fan.
No better than her, Yan Wanping laughed dryly, turned around and picked up the computer bag on the ground, ready to leave.
"Yan Wanping." Shen Zhan called to stop her.
"What?" Yan Wanping stopped, turned around and looked at him, "You want to hit me?"
Shen Zhan walked over.
"Hit here," Yan Wanping raised her chin, pointed to her face, and then looked at Lin Jiayin, "Remember to send her to a mental hospital after the beating."
Just fucking crazy.
"You hate me, don't you?" Shen Zhan looked at her.
Yan Wanping smiled, took out her vibrating phone from her pocket and tapped it a few times.
"You can deal with me whatever you want, don't look for Lin Jiayin alone." Shen Zhan said.
"You have to figure it out," Yan Wanping put the phone back into her pocket, "She is the one who is asking me for trouble."
Shen Zhan's tone was cold: "One more time, believe it or not, I'll kill you."
"Oh." Yan Wanping smiled, turned and left indifferently.
After she walked a few meters away, she took out her mobile phone, unlocked the screen and unlocked the recording interface.
Who killed who
"I'm sorry." Lin Jiayin bowed her head and admitted her mistake.
Shen Zhan watched her for a long time, then took her hand and walked forward, "Let's go to the hospital first."
"I'm not going." Lin Jiayin said.
Shen Zhan stopped.
"I want to go home." Lin Jiayin didn't cry when she was slapped, and she didn't cry when her face was bleeding. She even turned red when she heard Yan Wanping call Shen Zhan a bitch.
But now... the way Shen Zhan looked at her...
It's hard to tell what it is, too many emotions mixed together.
Heartache, guilt, disappointment, depression, gloom... There are too many.
Lin Jiayin panicked, frightened, and cried instantly.
She threw herself into Shen Zhan's arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, and said with a sob: "Shen Zhan, I want to go home, to Senhe... to our home."
Shen Zhan hugged her for a while, then sighed softly, "Okay, let's go home."
On the way out of the school, the two were silent.
Shen Zhan hailed a taxi on the side of the street, and the two got in.
Lin Jiayin lowered her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, Shen Zhan turned to her sideways in the corner of her eyes dimmed by tears.
From getting in the car to now, Shen Zhan has been looking out the window, without turning his head to look at her, not at all.
What is he thinking now
Did you hear Yan Wanping calling the bitch
Are you blaming her for fighting desperately
Are you angry
Are you disappointed in her
Are you planning to let her go
Is it right, is it right... Countless questions from the bottom of her heart made Lin Jiayin's mind go crazy. She grabbed her knee, trying to squeeze it tightly, but she couldn't squeeze it even if it hurt.
The tears fell faster and faster, and the uppers of the shoes were wet.
"Here we are," said the driver.
"Master, thank you." Shen Zhan opened the car door.
Lin Jiayin also opened the car door, and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand before getting out of the car, so that she didn't look like she was crying so badly.
"Wait for me for a while," Shen Zhan came over and said, "I don't have cotton swabs at home, I'll go to a small supermarket to buy them."
Lin Jiayin followed, "I'll go with you."
"No, just wait for me here." Shen Zhan said.
Lin Jiayin stopped.
Staring blankly at Shen Zhan's slender back, the street lamps dragged his shadow long, imprinted on the gray asphalt road.
After only waiting for a few minutes, Shen Zhan came over with a bag.
Lin Jiayin's eyes fell on his other hand.
He also bought cigarettes instead of strawberry-flavored chocolate.
With a lump in her heart, she opened her mouth, but no sound came out of her throat.
The two of them walked quietly into the community, one behind the other, and walked to the door of the house.
No one said a word.
Shen Zhan opened the door and went in first, and handed her the pink rabbit slippers.
Lin Jiayin took over and began to change shoes.
Shen Zhan put the bag on the shoe cabinet and closed the door with his hand.
When her arm passed over her shoulder, Lin Jiayin paused for a moment, and she hugged Shen Zhan's waist regardless of whether her right foot had not changed into slippers.
Shen Zhan's body froze for a moment, he withdrew his hand, and continued to close the door.
Seemingly because there was no response, Lin Jiayin eagerly tiptoed and kissed his lips.
His lips were a little cold, Lin Jiayin tried to pry his lips open to absorb the warmth inside.
But Shen Zhan pursed his thin lips tightly.
"Shen Zhan..." Lin Jiayin let go of her hand and looked at him in a daze.
Shen Zhan turned around and did not forget to pick up the cotton swab on the shoe cabinet, "Disinfect first."
The movement of turning around is crisp and neat.
In a short second, the cold spread from the back to the whole body.
It was only September, but it was so cold that Lin Jiayin hugged her.
She was dazed for a while, then slowly walked to the sofa and sat down.
Shen Zhan came out with the medicine box, sat next to her, and took out the alcohol and the cotton swabs he just bought.
"Flick your hair." Shen Zhan unscrewed the cap of the bottle of medical alcohol.
Lin Jiayin hummed in a low voice, then raised her hand stiffly, and when she lifted it in mid-air, she paused.
Shen Zhan dipped a cotton swab in alcohol and turned his body around so that his eyes just met her.
A few strands of hair were scattered in front of the shoulders, covering the wound, Shen Zhan frowned, and was about to raise his hand to push it away.
The person was thrown on the sofa.
Lin Jiayin pressed on him, lowered her head and directly blocked the mouth he just wanted to open.
Straightforward and warm.
Desperately pried open his jaw, and drilled his tongue hard.
Shen Zhan was taken aback for a moment, then pushed her away.
Lin Jiayin hung around his neck, her voice was low and soft: "I want you."
I don't know where the courage comes from, so I just said it so brightly.
She seemed to be out of herself and become another person.
want him.
Want him to possess himself.
Very urgent, can't wait for a minute or a second.
Anxious to prove something.
To answer those countless is not...
She looked at him pitifully.
Shen Zhan didn't speak, the cotton swab fell on the ground when she rushed over, and reached out to take another one.
"I want you." Seeing that he didn't have any emotional reaction, Lin Jiayin's nose turned sore suddenly, her eyes were red, and she buried her directly on his neck regardless of the wound on her face, "Shen Zhan, I want you."
"Sterilize first." Shen Zhan pulled her away, and calmly pushed back the hair that was hanging on his shoulders.
"Now, right now, I want it now." Lin Jiayin looked at him aggrievedly.
Shen Zhan looked at her quietly, and after a while, touched her face with a cotton swab.
Lin Jiayin suppressed her voice and begged, "I beg you, Shen Zhan, how about now?"
The cotton swab was pressed on her face, but she couldn't feel the pain, because the pain in her heart was so great that it covered up the pain in other places.
Shen Zhan's long silence finally broke Lin Jiayin.
She opened Shen Zhan's hand, and the cotton swab flew out, drawing a perfect arc in the air.
"Lin Jiayin," Shen Zhan called her name in a cold voice.
When she felt her hand go down, she choked back abruptly when she said the following words.
Lin Jiayin stared into his eyes and said with red eyes, "You obviously have feelings..."
Those restrained emotions broke out in an instant, Shen Zhan grabbed her wrist, took it away from her waist, turned over and pressed it down, and pressed his hands on her shoulders.
"Why did you lie to me?" He bit her earlobe, teeth hard.
"I'm sorry," a trembling cry escaped from his lips, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Don't tell me you're sorry," Shen Zhan raised his upper body, took off his T-shirt with his backhand, and threw it on the ground, "I really don't want to hear it."
Lin Jiayin was crushed tightly, with her hands folded on top of her head.
"Little Sun, as I said before, if you are happier, I will be happier. Don't be hurt for me." Shen Zhan pressed her shoulders a little harder, "Have you forgotten all this?"
"I haven't forgotten, I just want to..." Lin Jiayin paused with sobs, looked up at him, and her voice became smaller and smaller: "Do something for you."
"I don't need you to do anything for me," Shen Zhan touched her face with his fingers, "I just want you to be well."
I don't know whether it's heartache or because of emotional fluctuations to the highest point, tears overflowed from the corners of Lin Jiayin's eyes, and her lips trembled slightly, "But I also want you to be well."
"I'm not bad." Shen Zhan lowered his voice.
Lin Jiayin grabbed his shoulder, "You lied."
…
After everything was over, Shen Zhan picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on for her, then picked up the cigarettes and lighters on the table.
Lin Jiayin sat up, hugged him from behind, and put her face on his shoulder.
With a click, the cigarette was lit.
Shen Zhan took a deep breath, and then spit it out slowly after passing through his lungs.
"Are you angry?" Lin Jiayin asked.
"No." Shen Zhan shook the cigarette ash.
"Then what are you thinking?" Lin Jiayin asked again.
Shen Zhan put out the cigarette, pulled her into his arms, "Let me see the wound."
"It's nothing to look at. It's not serious." Lin Jiayin said.
Under the bright light, the red scratches contrasted sharply with the white and tender skin.
Shen Zhan felt tight in his chest, and said softly, "Don't do such a stupid thing again next time."
"I won't do it." Lin Jiayin responded to him.
"You know little sun, I have experienced these things once, I am not afraid, and I have nothing to be afraid of, I will feel at ease when I look at you, but tonight... when I saw you fighting desperately , I was really, really starting to get scared."
"I'm fine, I'll be fine, the lively one is fine, I won't look for Yan Wanping again, don't be afraid." Lin Jiayin looked into his eyes.
"Okay." Shen Zhan smiled.