"Why are you still in school?" Rong Wan was taken aback, but he wasn't guilty. He didn't even look at it, and planned to throw it away. There was nothing to be guilty about, so he said, "I thought you left early."
Yuan Yun pinched the letter and said nothing.
Rong Wan felt very ashamed, and was afraid that Yuan Yun would read the content inside, so he stretched out his hand nervously: "Give it to me."
Only then did Yuan Yun throw the love letter back on his desk, and gave Liao Yu a cold look, which made Liao Yu terrified, thinking that he had done something wrong again. Rong Wan had just stuffed the letter back into his schoolbag along with the others, planning to find a place to deal with it, and opened his mouth to let Yuan Yun come with him, but Yuan Yun had already turned around and left.
"..."
Liao Yu returned to his seat in embarrassment, always feeling that the atmosphere between the school bully and the school grass was weird, but he couldn't see what was wrong. All he knew was that he would never dare to make a joke in the future. Every time he made a joke, Yuan Yun's face seemed to be not very good.
For the next two days, Liao Yu also secretly followed these two people.
He found that the air between the two seemed a little stiff.
Liao Yu was afraid that it was caused by himself, so after finishing the inter-class exercises and seeing Rong finishing fetching water at the end of the corridor, he quickly took advantage of this loophole and pulled him to talk: "Jing Yizhi, are you having a conflict with Yuan Yun?" ?”
"No." Rong Wan held the water glasses of the two of them and leaned lazily on the railing. Although he answered this way, his mood was indeed a bit complicated——
When he saw Yuan Yun the next morning, he deliberately explained in Yuan Yun's ear that he didn't read any of those love letters, and took them all home to find a place to dispose of them, regardless of whether they were written by the school girl or the class girl. The reason why I didn't dispose of it at school was because I was afraid that the girls who sent love letters would see it and feel sad.
Rong Wan felt that it was normal for him to say so.
But Yuan Yun glanced at him indifferently, and replied "You are quite considerate", choking him speechless.
As a result, the atmosphere between the two of them has become a little delicate in the past two days.
Liao Yu didn't believe it. If the two of them hadn't quarreled, why had the face of Huo Hades been so cold these two days? When he walked in from the front door of the classroom, he looked as if he had returned to two months ago. Anyone who took a look would be shocked.
People around could feel the cold air blowing like Siberia, and Jing Yizhi, who was so close to Yuan Yun, must be in the center of the storm, but the school grassroots person is really good, so he can tolerate everything, but his age It's really not easy to freeze your legs like this lightly... Thinking of this, Liao Yu glanced at Rong with a pitiful look of "don't say I know everything".
Rong Wan: "..."
Rong Wan has been rehearsing the New Year's Day program for three days. After school this day, he planned to go to the practice room after packing his schoolbag. But seeing Yuan Yun beside him was also slowly packing his schoolbag, his dark eyes were indifferent—he couldn't help asking: "Brother Yun, I'm going to the practice room. If you're fine after school, why don't you come with me?" Go take a look?"
Originally thought that Yuan Yun would not agree, after all Yuan Yun is not interested in this kind of thing.
In addition, the weather is cold now, the practice room is empty, the heater is not turned on, and it is very cold. He doesn't want to go, so he is not willing to accept the cold.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Yun raised his eyes to look at him, and pulled off the schoolbag he was already carrying, carrying two schoolbags: "Let's go."
Rong Wan: "???"
Yuan Yun followed Rong Wan into the practice room, and sat cross-legged on the yoga mat next to him, guarding their schoolbags. There are about a dozen people practicing in the practice room, but most of them are onlookers, so the whole practice room has a total of thirty or forty people, and it is very lively—before Yuan Yun came, it was very lively, especially around the school grass .
But after Yuan Yun sat there with a cold face, still hugging the finished schoolbag, the practice room suddenly stopped for more than half, talking softly.
Moreover, no one dared to secretly stuff love letters into Rong Wan's schoolbag.
Coming out of the practice room that day, Rong Wan took his schoolbag from Yuan Yun's hand, shook it, reached in and touched it, but there was none? ! He couldn't believe it, so he almost poked his head in to take a look, but the facts proved that Yuan Yun was sitting there, who would dare to risk his life to touch his schoolbag
Rong Wan took a look at Yuan Yun.
Yuan Yun's jawline stretched into a straight line, with an indifferent look, he took the two people's schoolbags, carried them on one shoulder, and walked downstairs expressionlessly: "Isn't this settled?"
Rong Wan followed behind him, trying to hold back, but almost couldn't help laughing. He stared at the back of Yuan Yun's head, thinking it was ridiculous and cute, was he jealous? But if you are jealous, just say no? Do you have to go around such a big circle and keep all love letters out
"Hahaha Brother Yun, wait for me!" Rong Wan threw himself on Yuan Yun's back in great joy, and was caught off guard, almost pushing Yuan Yun down.
Yuan Yun was carrying a schoolbag, and another person was pushed up, carrying a weight of one hundred and fifty catties, and he gave Rong Wan a look, threatening him to throw him off, but his hands could not help but grab his thighs tightly, The neck is also slightly red.
It's been a very pleasant mood for a while, even a little drifting. Yuan Yun was not injured, nor did he have conflicts with anyone, and the smiles in his eyes became more and more frequent, like a hedgehog full of sharp and defensive thorns, gradually putting away those cold and hard thorns up. The two of them sat in the penultimate row. They listened carefully to the class, and whispered after class. Of course, he was the one who talked most of the time, but he still felt very satisfied—
But the good times don't last long, and there will be sorrow when there is great joy. On Christmas after New Year's Day, the system reminds him that Yuan Yun's father will come back tomorrow.
Every time he heard that Yuan Yun's father was coming back, Rong Wan felt very worried. Although I know that Yuan Yun is no longer weak, like a young animal that has been dormant for a long time and is ready to go, that middle-aged man can't do anything about him, and if he even dares to touch him, he will be beaten to the ground by his powerful fists and feet, But after Rong finished, it was still like a stone was hanging in his heart, and he didn't know when it would be weighed down heavily.
After all, the original text will happen on the eve of the college entrance examination, who knows if it will happen earlier
After school that day, Yuan Yun was obviously absent-minded. After class, he saw that he had received a text message, probably from that man, which made his nerves a little tense, and he even entered a state of alert in advance.
During this period of time, except for the rehearsal period on New Year's Day, the two of them walked together after school, and Rong Wan's house was close, so Yuan Yun would send Rong Wan home first, and then return to his own home.
The two stood by the neighborhood in front of Rong Wan's house as usual, Rong Wan looked at Yuan Yun's absent-minded expression, and couldn't help but said: "I don't have anyone at home today, why don't I go to your house with you, I haven't been there yet. Your family—" He still hasn't spoken.
Yuan Yun said straightforwardly: "No."
Yuan Yun's face was a little ugly, and he even returned to the sharp and indifferent when the school started for a moment. He glanced at Rong Wan, then tried his best to suppress the hostility in his body, rubbed the back of Rong Wan's head, and said in a hoarse voice: "Go upstairs, I'll wait until you go upstairs."
"Why not?" Rong Wan gently grabbed Yuan Yun's arm, trying to make him relax a bit, "I won't bother you, just go to your house and have a look, maybe I can help with some things..."
"Go up." Yuan Yun pulled out his arm, turned around and left.
Rong Wan stared at Yuan Yun's back—Yuan Yun walked quickly, with his hands in his pockets, his back looked a little hazy, as if he shut himself back into the cold iron cage again when it came to family matters. Inside the box, there are thorns all over, sharp and cold, refusing anyone to approach.
Rong Wan felt sore in his heart, apart from being distressed, he was also a little annoyed. He could understand Yuan Yun's reluctance to let him see that person, but if Yuan Yun believed him, he would know that he would not back down, even if he saw it with his own eyes. Yuan Yun's native family, he will not be afraid, and will not retreat. He will protect his own people in his own way.
The next day, as soon as Rong Wan arrived at school, he stared at Yuan Yun all over his body.
Seeing that there were no wounds on his cheeks, neck, and hands, Rong Wan breathed a sigh of relief, but at noon lunch break, when he bent down to pick up the eraser, he suddenly found a shocking bruise on Yuan Yun's ankle. The bruise doesn't look like it was bumped, but it looks like it was stepped on, it's the traces of leather shoes—
"What's going on?" Rong Wan immediately pulled out the chair, squatted down in front of him, and lifted his trouser legs up.
Yuan Yun frowned, and put down the trouser legs: "It's okay."
"What's going on?" Rong Wan stared at him and asked word by word, trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart.
It was the first time Yuan Yun saw Rong Wan with such a sullen face, he couldn't help being startled, but when he came back to his senses, he still wrote lightly: "I hit the leg of the table."
Rong Wan knew it was not, he knew it was not simply bumping into the table leg! But staring at Yuan Yun, he was so angry that he didn't know what to say. Last night, that man must have troubled Yuan Yun again. That man may not have gotten anything good, and he might have been beaten bloody by Yuan Yun, but Rong Wan hated that man to death. Only the glaring wound on Won Yoon's ankle.
Now Yuan Yun is able to resist, what about Yuan Yun when he was a child
Rong Wan had never seen Yuan Yun when he was a child, but he guessed that there must be many scars on Yuan Yun's body that he couldn't see. Perhaps when the blood was dripping, he couldn't cry out, and was locked in a small dark room with no sky and no sky, and was not given food or drink.
Those things have passed, and Yuan Yun himself didn't mention it easily, but after Rong finished, it was like a mouthful of blood was choked up in his throat, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
He sat back in the chair and stared at the textbook for a full three minutes, his mind buzzing with anger.
Rong Wan originally thought that as long as Yuan Yun passed the college entrance examination safely, he could leave here completely and let Yuan Yun leave his original family. But now, the anger in his mind was like a whirlpool, causing him to gradually have other dangerous thoughts.
Scumbags should be punished.
Yuan Yun's father's domestic violence against Yuan Yun has become a thing of the past. Now that he beats Yuan Yun and turns him into a prison, it will only be judged as a fight. But do you just let that scumbag go like that? Since the law on domestic violence can't punish him, he must find a way to send people like him into the police in another way.
Even if it's framed - he can be framed into the situation, that's the punishment he deserves.
He works outside and is now an accountant for a factory—what if his hands and feet aren't clean? Was it checked by the law firm
The system suddenly sensed Rong Wan's thoughts and asked, "You want me to make him into a fake account for embezzlement?"
After Rong finished speaking, he endured it and tried his best to calm himself down. He took out the sterilized iodine and medicinal wine for bruises from his schoolbag, squatted down, and said to Yuan Yun, "Let me rub it for you."
Before Yuan Yun could reply, he pulled up Yuan Yun's trousers and poured some medicinal wine on it.
Yuan Yun lowered his dark eyes and stared at Rong Wan, he could feel that Rong Wan was angry. Rong Wan might have sensed something, knowing that his wound was made at home.
But his nightmare should not be seen by this person and become this person's nightmare.
So even if Rong Wan asked him to take him home next time, he would still refuse.
Yuan Yun's father only stayed at home for one night, and left the next day. Rong Wan could breathe a sigh of relief, but the dangerous thought had already been planted in his heart, and he began to arrange the system to do something for him. The system has no way to touch the real thing, but the system can do everything that is connected to the network neatly.
The first snow fell at the end of December, the weather was getting colder, and snowmen were being built all over the school. But Rong Wan was still a little angry with Yuan Yun in his heart. Last time he clearly told Yuan Yun that no matter what happened or if he was injured, he had to find him as soon as possible, but Yuan Yun didn't take it to heart. His face was bruised like that, and he didn't take the initiative to tell him.
If he hadn't found out by himself, Yuan Yun might have planned to hide it.
Feeling sulking, I felt a little uncomfortable, and stopped running beside Yuan Yun when doing exercises. He stood in the middle of the team, unless he voluntarily fell behind and fell to Yuan Yun's side, Yuan Yun couldn't get so many classmates to come to him.
Yuan Yun looked at Rong Wan's back from Xiaoxue away, pursed his lips, and suddenly felt anxious like never before.
In the past, Rong Wan always ran around him, like a little sun, only approaching him warmly, but Rong Wan suddenly ignored him, and he was a little panicked and at a loss.
So after ten laps, the students in class three felt that the weather was already very cold, and those in the last row had to endure the chill emanating from the school bully with fear. The cold was freezing to death.
Back in the classroom, Rong Wan sat back on his seat and began to recite the textbook.
Yuan Yun glanced at the name "Jing Yizhi" written on the duty card in the lower right corner of the blackboard, walked over absently, picked up the blackboard and began to wipe it. When the blackboard was almost finished, Liao Yu was at the end of the team as the squad leader When he came back, he saw Yuan Yun wiping the blackboard when he came in, and he was startled.
"Brother Yun, I'm on duty today, uh... thank you for your help." Liao Yu trotted over and hurried over to pick up the blackboard eraser.
Yuan Yun froze for a moment, frowned and looked at the duty card.
Liao Yu tremblingly said: "The card for the day is still from yesterday, you haven't wiped it, you forgot, you already wiped the blackboard once yesterday!"
Only then did Yuan Yun come to his senses, and suddenly lost his mood. After throwing the blackboard eraser to Liao Yu, he pursed his lips and returned to his seat. Before he sat down, he glanced over from the book when he saw Rong Wan—
Yuan Yun hesitated for a while, because there was still a little snow on his body, which made his face look a little cold, but what he said was very low and hoarse: "I will only wipe the blackboard for you in the future, so don't be angry. "
Rong Wan almost laughed angrily, am I angry because you wiped the blackboard for others? It's a sneaky change of concept, on purpose! But Yuan Yun's dark eyes kept staring at him, and suddenly all the anger in his heart disappeared. He originally planned to give birth to Yuan Yun for three whole days, but now it's less than a day and a half! Is it possible to forgive Yuan Yun? How shameless is he then
After a while, Yuan Yun was still staring straight at him, his dark eyes fell on the eyes of the others in the third class who were peeking over, and they felt very fierce and frightening, but they fell on Rong Wan's eyes, only I feel a soft heart.
"I'm not angry, I just feel sorry for your ankle injury." Rong Wan coughed and whispered, completely forgetting what face is.