Sang Yan was a little breathless by Sang Zhi, and her neck was slightly red. Hearing this, the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he was choked, and he coughed violently.
"Ah?" Chen Mingxu didn't react, and looked at Sang Yan's face again, his expression instantly became complicated, "Sang Zhi, you said this is your father?"
Sang Zhi was so frightened that she made up a lot of pictures of being abused by everyone after being exposed. For her, it was like the end of the world. She didn't have enough confidence at all, she didn't dare to say a word, she just nodded.
Duan Jia Xu, who was beside him, stared at Sang Zhi's expression, suddenly lowered his head and laughed.
The little girl's eyes were round and big, covered with a layer of wet tears, the circles around her eyes were red, and the cheeks were stained, looking embarrassed and pitiful.
She looked like this, and blocked everything Chen Mingxu wanted to say in his throat.
The person who Sang Zhi said was "Dad" stood with "Brother Sang Zhi", obviously the same age, and was wearing uniform volunteer clothes.
But after hearing what Sang Zhi said, he and Sang Zhi did still look a little bit similar.
Chen Mingxu thought to himself.
Although he didn't know why she lied, Chen Mingxu couldn't bear to continue to ask, raised his hand and touched his bald head: "Let's treat the wound first."
The school set up tents in the two corners of the sports field, with Red Cross volunteers and school doctors sitting underneath to prevent accidental injuries to students.
Sang Yan reluctantly calmed down and said expressionlessly, "Okay."
Then, carrying Sang Zhi on his back, he walked towards the tent.
Chen Mingxu pulled Duan Jiaxu behind him and said a few words. Because the parents were there, he was relieved, and then went elsewhere to observe the situation of other students.
The two siblings walked silently ahead.
After dozens of seconds, Duan Jiaxu also followed.
Sang Zhi was lying on Sang Yan's back, her heart was holding up, not going up or down. She couldn't help but look in Duan Jia Xu's direction, her expression seemed to be asking for help.
The next second, Sang Yan said coolly, "What did you just call me?"
Sang Zhi immediately retracted her gaze and did not dare to speak.
"I am your father?"
"… "
"Did you crash your leg or your head?"
Sang Zhi didn't want to say a word because she fell and her whole body hurt. It was only after being forced to speak out to deal with the teacher's affairs that I relaxed a little bit, and now I have to accept Sang Yan's accusation.
Her throat was sore, and overwhelming grievances swept over her.
"Why do you keep scolding me? You've been scolding me for a whole day." At this moment, Sang Zhi felt that she had become the most pitiful person in the world. She pursed her lips hard, trying to hold back her crying, but she couldn't. "I'm going to tell Dad... you go away, I don't want you to carry me... "
"..." Sang Yan immediately shut up.
After two seconds, he said again: "I've got a foot sprain, how will you go if I don't carry you?"
"I can walk by myself." Sang Zhi kicked the uninjured leg and wanted to get down, "I want to walk by myself, I don't want you to carry it..."
Sang Yan turned back and said impatiently, "Can you be more obedient?"
"I don't want it!" Sang Zhi's tears were still falling, staring at him, "Why should I be obedient, you always scold me, you scold me all day..."
Sang Yan's arrogance subsided: "... Brother, this is not a joke with you."
This softening attitude is of no use.
As soon as Sang Zhi's emotions came up, she couldn't even think of what to say: "You don't like me so much, why didn't you tell her to knock me out before my mother gave birth to me?"
"… "
Sang Yan frowned: "What did you say?"
His tail tone rose and the volume was slightly raised, as if he strongly disagreed with her words.
This tone made Sang Zhi pause for a few seconds, as if he couldn't believe it. She stared at Sang Yan blankly, and after a few seconds, she blinked her eyes, and she burst into tears again: "You scold me again..."
Sang Yan: "..."
Still a long way from the tent.
Sang Zhi seemed to want to shed all the tears in this life.
Duan Jiaxu listened to the conversation between the two, as well as the cry that Sang Zhi had never heard before. He scratched the skin under his eyes and couldn't help shouting, "Hey, Sang Yan."
Sang Yan: "Why?"
He stepped forward and glanced at Sang Zhi: "I'll carry it."
Hearing this, Sang Zhi's cry subsided, and looked up at Duan Jiaxu.
The meaning of this response is very obvious. Sang Yan turned her head slightly and asked very respectfully, "Do you want him to carry it?"
Sang Zhi completely stopped crying and stared at Duan Jia Xu.
"… "
Although she didn't give a positive response, this reaction, like being carried by him, was such an unbearable thing.
Sang Yan sighed, endured the humiliation and said, "Okay."
After speaking, he put Sang Zhi down without saying a word.
After Sang Zhi stood firm, Duan Jia Xu crouched down and carried her on his back.
Sang Zhi lay on Duan Jiaxu's back and turned to look at Sang Yan, wanting to say something, but because she was still angry, she quickly withdrew her gaze.
Duan Jiaxu adjusted his posture, stared straight ahead, and asked casually, "Apart from the pain in the feet?"
Sang Zhi sniffled and whispered, "Hands hurt."
"Any more?"
"A little bit on the knees too."
"Well, don't cry." Duan Jia Xu said, "Brother will give you medicine later."
Sang Zhi nodded silently.
From this angle, Sang Zhi could only see his profile.
The hat that Duan Jiaxu put on her head just now was returned by her because of the competition. This time it appeared on his head again. The distance between the two was close, and she could still smell the faint smell of tobacco on him.
The sun shines from the other direction.
Half of his face was exposed to the light, his hair was dyed with a halo, and his lips were slightly pursed. The upper half of the face is in the shadow, the peach blossom eyes are slightly restrained, and the bridge of the nose is straight.
The facial features are neat and clear, and it is impossible to see the mood.
Soon, as if noticing her gaze, Duan Jia Xu suddenly called out to her, "Child."
Sang Zhi immediately looked away, pretending that she didn't do anything.
Before she could answer, Duan Jia Xu said again, "Take off your brother's hat."
"… "
Sang Zhi obeyed obediently: "Then what?"
Duan Jia Xu's tone was loose: "Then put it on your head."
Sang Zhi was stunned.
Seemingly noticing her stupor, Duan Jiaxu turned his head subconsciously. He looked at her silly expression, raised his eyebrows, and said with a chuckle, "Don't you feel sunburned?"
to the tent.
Duan Jiaxu put Sang Zhi on a chair.
Not many people were injured, most of them suffered from heat stroke.
Sang Yan called the school doctor and asked her to help look at Sang Zhi's injury.
The school doctor checked Sang Zhi's ankle, brought an ice pack and a potion, and said, "It's nothing, it's not serious. Apply ice and then spray some medicine. Don't exercise any more these days."
Duan Jiaxu glanced, "Don't need to go to the hospital?"
"It's fine, it's just a minor sprain," said the school doctor, "but just in case, go to the hospital to see if you have any injuries."
Sang Yan: "Let's go and have a look."
Sang Zhi looked down at her slightly swollen ankle and said nothing.
Duan Jiaxu grabbed a bottle of physiological saline and iodophor, and crouched in front of Sang Zhi: "Take care of other places first, and then go to the hospital."
Sang Yan walked over: "I'll come."
Only then did Sang Zhi open his mouth and said angrily, "No way."
"..." Sang Yan stared at her, holding back, "Okay, I'll go get you a glass of water."
Seeing this, Duan Jiaxu looked at Sang Zhi, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You trust me so much?"
Sang Zhi's eyes were still red, she lowered her head again, and placed her palms in front of him, hesitatingly said, "My brother is so impatient, it will make me hurt a lot."
Duan Jiaxu: "Xiao Sangzhi is afraid of pain?"
Sang Zhi nodded, and felt that she was a little embarrassed, and added: "There is no one who is not afraid of pain."
"I see, but it might hurt a little." Duan Jiaxu lowered his eyes and unscrewed the cap of the saline bottle, "Can you bear it?"
Sang Zhi immediately retracted her hands and put her back behind her: "Can't you be a little harder?"
"It hurts a little bit." Duan Jiaxu couldn't help laughing at her vigilant and defensive look, "Not at all?"
Sang Zhi was extraordinarily resolute: "No."
"That's fine." Duan Jia Xu said, "Brother, do your best."
Sang Zhi looked at him suspiciously and struggled for a while before slowly reaching out to him and saying, "Brother, I hold grudges very much."
"Um?"
"Do not lie to me."
"Is it that serious?" Duan Jiaxu paused, lifting his eyelids to look at her, "Then let someone else paint it for you, okay?"
"… "
"I don't want Xiao Sangzhi to hate me."
Sang Zhi pursed her lips: "No."
Duan Jiaxu's tone was a little playful, and he slowly poured saline solution on the wound on her hand, "Nothing works, why are you unreasonable?"
"… "
The irritant of normal saline is not strong, and there is only a small discomfort at the wound, and it is not too painful. Sang Zhi stared at his movements, feeling that it was still bearable.
As if trying to distract her from attention, Duan Jiaxu said casually, "It's the second year of junior high and you still don't know how to reason?"
Sang Zhi frowned: "Although I told you before that I don't know how to reason, I am generally a very reasonable person."
Duan Jiaxu smiled again, "Really?"
After cleaning the wound on her hand, Duan Jia Xu pushed up the bottom of her trousers on her right leg again to deal with the wound on her knee.
His tone made Sang Zhi very unhappy: "It was originally."
Duan Jiaxu's expression was serious and focused, staring at her wound, but his tone was absent-minded: "Well, Xiao Sangzhi is the most obedient."
Sang Zhi looked at him and silently shut up.
"By the way, you told your teacher just now that your brother is your father." Duan Jia Xu raised the corners of his lips and suddenly mentioned this matter, "Do you think he will believe it?"
Sang Zhi thought for a while: "My teacher has never met my father."
Duan Jiaxu: "Huh?"
Sang Zhi: "Then there is nothing to doubt."
"..." Duan Jiaxu screwed the cap on the bottle and said with a smile, "Your brother is so old? He still wears the same clothes as me."
Sang Zhi only noticed this point, her expression froze for a moment, and after a long while, she said, "Then why didn't you remind me just now."
Duan Jiaxu started to apply iodine to her without speaking.
Sang Zhi asked hesitantly, "Then if the teacher asks, can I say that the two of you are wearing parent-child clothes."
"..." Duan Jiaxu raised his eyes, stared at her for a long time, and said meaningfully, "Child, do you have a conscience?"
"what?"
Duan Jiaxu said indifferently, "Brother is so kind to you, why are you helping your brother to bully me?"
Sang Zhi paused and didn't understand: "How can I bully you."
Duan Jiaxu didn't hear it.
Sang Zhi blinked, feeling a little overwhelmed, and explained to herself, "Brother, I think I... I'm still... okay with you."
This time Duan Jiaxu made a move and put the hat on her head back on his own.
Sang Zhi: "..."
She couldn't help saying, "You're quite naive."
Duan Jiaxu said lightly, "Well, I'm still scolding people."
"..." Sang Zhi widened her eyes and said wrongly, "How can I curse. And you are such a big man, how could I bully you. Don't wrong me."
Duan Jiaxu: "Put out your hand."
Sang Zhi paused and stretched out his hand obediently.
He held her wrist, fixed it, lowered his eyes, and slowly smeared iodophor on the wound on her palm. But she ignored her words completely, as if really angry.
Sang Zhi murmured, "Brother, why are you ignoring me?"
"… "
The hot face that had been posted for a long time was useless, and Sang Zhi was also a little dissatisfied: "You're quite caring—"
Seeing him look over in an instant, Sang Zhi immediately changed her words: "No, it's revenge—no, it's that, what, your memory is pretty good."
"Have a good memory?" Duan Jiaxu raised his eyes slightly, and finally began to respond to her, "Aren't you still scolding your brother to hold revenge?"
"It's not wrong if you understand it this way—" Sang Zhi paused and took back the words spinelessly, "Of course that's not what you mean."
"what does that mean?"
"It just means complimenting you."
Duan Jiaxu stood up, took a pack of wet tissue from the side, and tore it open, "But brother doesn't like listening to this."
Sang Zhi: "..."
Really hard to deal with.
Afterwards, Duan Jiaxu bent down slightly and approached Sang Zhi, trying to wipe off the stains on her face: "Tell me something else?"
Because of the sudden distance, Sang Zhi subconsciously retreated.
Thinking that she didn't like people touching her face, Duan Jia Xu didn't care much when he stopped, and handed her a tissue: "I got dirty on my face, clean it yourself?"
Sang Zhi was silent for a moment, did not take it, and leaned forward again.
The implications are obvious.
Sang Zhi said, "I can't see it."
"Why are you so awkward?" Duan Jia Xu smiled and slowly wiped her face. After wiping it clean, he didn't stand up immediately, but instead said, "Child, do you think—"
Sang Zhi was inexplicably nervous: "What?"
Duan Jiaxu tilted his head and said timidly, "Why do I look like I'm serving my ancestors?"
The author has something to say: Sang Zhi: To be honest, although you may think it is impossible now, I will indeed be your ancestor in the future.