Later, after getting to know Ye Tang better, Cen Yannan felt that there was a word that was suitable to describe her-"Puppet".
Ye Tang can talk. She talks to you, only narrating, not talking to you, just like a puppet without a soul, no emotion, no tone, no rhythm, no logic, just pull the thread behind her, and she will take care of it. You.
Cen Yannan often didn't understand what she was talking about. She was completely immersed in her own world, and she was incompatible with this secular world. He felt that probably only geniuses could keep up with her thinking.
Returning to reality from his memories, Cen Yannan looked at Ye Tang, who looked like a new life in front of him, and felt unreal.
The face is still the same, even if she is injured, she is still a beauty that I feel sorry for. But the temperament of the whole person is different, calm and wise, the originally hollow and numb eyes, unexpectedly make him feel deep and sharp.
Perceiving his gaze, Ye Tang raised his head and stared at him, a strange light streaming through his eyes.
Cen Yannan was shocked. He stared at Ye Tang, and she looked down again, nestling docilely in the arms of the old man, still holding the old man in both hands.
Being hugged by her, Zhao Zhenfang felt warm and satisfied. She hadn't been in such a good mood for a long time, even though her granddaughter was in serious injury.
She looked at the wound on the back of the girl's head, the gauze was stained red with blood, and she was distressed, "How the hell did this happen?"
"I accidentally fell." Ye Tang touched the back of her head. Xiao Yetang's hair was originally not long, just reaching the shoulders. The standard student head was too long for the old man to help her take care of. The hair on the injured area was shaved, the doctor sterilized, disinfected, stitched, and then wrapped the gauze. When she touched her hand, it was painful like a thorn.
"Why did you fall like this? Her face was swollen," Zhao Zhenfang was suspicious. "The school uniform is also broken and dirty. Don't keep your words in your heart. Tell grandma. Grandma will support you."
"I really fell by myself." To reassure the old man, Ye Tang smiled, the muscles of the cheeks were a little uncomfortable, and there were injuries on his face, making the wounds even more uncomfortable.
She didn’t know that Xiao Yetang had never smiled in 19 years, and she didn’t even know that this expressionless face finally showed a smile, how big the impact was on the old man and Cen Yannan, like the clouds and mist spreading and seeing the blue sky and sunshine, just like Break through the darkness and see the dawn at last.
Seeing her smile, what is Zhao Zhenfang still entangled with? In the past, when Xiao Yetang was self-inflicted, she was injured more severely several times.
Zhao Zhenfang also wondered. In the first two years of high school, Ye Tang had been smooth and smooth. The students and teachers of No.87 Middle School took good care of her. Cen Yannan also helped to watch her. She had never had any trouble in school. Why is it so difficult to start school in the third year of high school? She guessed it was probably a wrangling dispute between middle school students.
Now, after the head is broken, the child returns to normal. Isn't it a blessing in disguise? She didn't ask who did it.
At this time, the nurse walked in and asked the family to pay the fee. Zhao Zhenfang patted the girl on the shoulder, got up and followed the nurse out.
The ward was quiet again, leaving only Ye Tang and Cen Yannan.
Cen Yannan stared at Ye Tang with bright black eyes, with a sharp look in his eyes, "Don't you remember who brought you to the back alley? Oh, don't you lose your memory? You... you... Is it really Ye Tang?"
Cen Yannan is a very smart boy, not as foolish as Zhao Zhenfang.
"Of course I remember," Ye Tang raised his eyes calmly and said casually, "I remember they slapped me 14 times, 8 on the left and 6 on the right. I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. I am perfectionism. They beat me asymmetrically. Me, it annoys me."
Cen Yannan has a cool and handsome face with a rare expression of surprise, which is very funny.
"The terrible school violence. They grabbed my hair and threw my head against the wall, to the ground, kicking my stomach and calves, and trying to pick up my clothes. At this time, you and Chen Yumo are here, you Saved me," Ye Tang looked at Cen Yannan intently, with crystal clear eyes, as if they could wash away all the filthy things in the world, Cen Yannan trembled when he was looking at him, and he avoided her gaze in embarrassment.
"I went to the back door and planned to jump over the wall and skip class," he explained. "Suddenly I saw a person wearing a middle school uniform wandering around from a distance. Within a few minutes, Chen Yumo called and told me that you were gone. "
Ye Tang said "um".
"Damn they heard the movement and ran faster than the mouse. We were worried about your injury, so we didn't continue chasing them and let them run away! We didn't see their looks clearly, we could only tell that they were women. , Do you know who they are?"
"I don't know, I don't know, I go to a middle school to find a circle, look at the girls again, I can probably recognize them."
"Where can people like us get into a middle school."
Ye Tang interrupted him and asked directly, "Which kind of person is'our kind'?"
Cen Yannan fell silent.
"Just because we are students in No.87 Middle School? Is it spicy chicken? Others look down on us, it doesn't matter, it's because they don't have eyes, they are discriminatory and we can't change their minds. But why even you look down on yourself? Why are you not as good as a student in No. 1 Middle School?"
Ye Tang didn't want to ridicule Cen Yannan, she wanted to encourage this child, but in recent years, she was too dull and deliberately suppressed the etiquette in her bones, and her tone was a bit domineering.
Cen Yannan laughed mockingly, squatted down, his eyes were level with the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes facing each other, both eyes were cold. He said, "Look at me, from head to toe, they are not as good as them. They are swans and I am a mouse crossing the street."