Just before class started at one o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Siting finally came.
At that time, Shi Niange was lying on the desk, staring at her mobile phone. When she heard footsteps walking next to her, she subconsciously raised her head, saw Qin Siting, and sat up immediately.
"Qin Siting!" She called him softly.
"Yeah." Qin Siting responded.
"Why didn't you come this morning?" Shi Niange's eyes quickly looked at him from top to bottom, fearing that something had happened to him or something happened to him, otherwise how could he not have appeared quietly this morning? While watching, he said: "I called you, but you didn't answer the phone."
Qin Siting sat down and said, "I don't have my phone on me."
Shi Niange originally wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth but no words came out. She looked at him for a long time, and finally her eyes fell on his left hand.
There was a bandage on his left hand. The white bandage was dazzling, and there seemed to be some unwashed blood on his fingers.
Instantly, she felt a sharp pain in her heart. The pain was so painful that she could hardly speak.
"What happened to your hand?" She stared at him for a long time before finding her voice and asked.
Qin Siting didn't answer. The bell rang just then, so he didn't say anything.
Shi Niange looked at his hand and couldn't figure out why he was injured in the library this morning when he was fine last night. Looking at the bandage and the fact that he could barely move his left hand, he knew it must be injured. It's not light.
Did something happen to him this morning or last night
I didn't even receive a text message or phone call, and now I don't even say a word.
How can people feel relieved when they are injured like this
When Shi Niange heard the teacher come in, she looked away, but she felt uncomfortable in her heart. She was distressed and even a little angry. As a result, she didn't want to ask a word now. She didn't want to know the reason. She just lay on the table. No. Go see him again.
Qin Siting heard that she was making a lot of noise when she took out the pen. He glanced at her, but he could only see the back of her head with her hair in a ponytail. He looked away, and after a while, he looked at her again.
Shi Niange didn't dare to look at Qin Siting's left hand all afternoon. Even when she wanted to go to the toilet with Zhao Xiaoqing after class, she didn't say a word to him. She only had time to follow Zhao Xiaoqing when Qin Siting got up. We went out together, and when he came back, he glanced at her. She didn't say anything, and sat in when he got up, still not wanting to talk to him.
But when he stood up, she could see the bandage on his left hand more closely. Looking inside the bandage, there seemed to be some faint blood seeping out of the palm of his hand. Her heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle. , every hole made by a needle was stabbing her sharply, and the pain was unbearable.
Before school, Shi Niange copied the homework assigned by the teacher, tore it off and put it on Qin Siting's desk, but still didn't talk to him.
Qin Siting glanced at the homework that Shi Niange had written down for him. He didn't ask her to help, but even though he injured his left hand, he still wanted to hold the notes and papers and write so many words with both hands normally. It was more difficult, so she wrote a copy for him without saying a word, and then threw it to him without saying a word. She was obviously still concerned, but the anger attached to it was still too obvious.
Qin Siting didn't say anything, but he folded up his homework and put it in his book gratefully.
He can't use one of his hands, so he can only use his right hand no matter what he does, which is actually very inconvenient.
Shi Niange frowned and reached out to help him put the book into his bag, and then zipped up his bag.
Neither of them spoke. School was not too early today but not too late either. School would be over at eight o'clock. The two of them were walking on the road ahead as usual. In the usual twenty minutes after school, they rarely spoke to each other. , but today the atmosphere is particularly silent.
Because Shi Niange didn't speak, not even a word.
But Qin Siting could feel her gaze. In the dull atmosphere, Shi Niange turned his eyes sideways to look at Qin Siting's face from time to time, trying hard not to look at his hands, otherwise his heart would really hurt to death.
Qin Siting would turn his eyes to look at her every time he felt her gaze. His expression was calm, and so was Shi Niange's eyes when he looked at her.
Shi Niange couldn't figure out what was going on between such a gentle and outstanding person and his mother. How could he have injured his hand like this overnight
Halfway through the journey, Shi Niange had long forgotten the rationality she had when she returned home from the library yesterday, and she still couldn't bear to say anything along the way. After all, she had been waiting for him all morning, and she also didn't say anything in the afternoon. He didn't say anything, and after a while he went home and saw no one again.
She asked in a muffled voice: "What happened to your hand?"
Only then did Qin Siting look at her again and replied: "I was cut by the broken glass. It's a skin injury. It's nothing."
Nothing
If it wasn't serious, he could simply pack it up in the morning. Why would he not come to school all morning
She pinched the hem of her school uniform with her hands and continued to ask in a muffled voice: "How did it hurt? Did you hurt it yourself? Or... something happened?"
Qin Siting pondered for a while, then just smiled without answering.
Shi Niange waited for a while but didn't hear his answer, knowing that he didn't want to say it.
"I'm going to go home another way after a while. School ends very early today. Where do you live? Do you have any bandages or gauze at home? The gauze on your hand has been soaked with blood. You should bandage it again. I'll go to your place and help you bandage it."
Qin Siting stopped, not knowing what she was thinking of. She looked at the intersection leading to her home and asked, "Do you know how to bandage?"
"Yes, have you forgotten that I want to study medicine? I have been with my grandpa since I was a child. I knew how to bandage this kind of trauma when I was twelve or thirteen years old. I am more professional than many nurses in outpatient clinics." Speaking of this, Shi Niange felt that he finally had something to do him a favor.
Qin Siting nodded.
Shi Niange just waited to follow him.
However, when she reached the intersection ahead, Qin Siting did not continue walking forward, but walked towards the intersection leading to Lishui Villa. She looked at him in surprise and followed him: "You..."
"Go to your place," he said.
Shi Niange was surprised. He was going to her place
She does have a medical kit at home, which has no shortage of bandages or anything else. Her home has been full of medicines since she was a child. After all, there is an old doctor in the family, and these are a fixed habit in her life.
But I didn't expect that he would choose to go to her place.
Uncle Tai is not here tonight, and Aunt Xiang is still here and has not come over. In other words, Qin Siting is going to her house in the middle of the night...