Secretly, Secretly; But Unable to Hide It

Sang Yan was breathless by Sang Zhi, and his neck was slightly red. Hearing this, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if choked, and he coughed sharply.

"Ah?" Chen Mingxu didn't respond, looked at Sang Yan's face again, his expression became complicated instantly, "Sang Zhi, you said it was your father?"

Sang Zhi was terrified of death, and her brain made up a lot of pictures of being scolded by everyone after being pierced. For her, it was like the end of the world. She didn't have enough energy to dare to speak again, just nodded.

Duan Xua stared at Sangji's expression, then suddenly lowered his head and smiled loudly.

The little girl's eyes were round and big, covered with a layer of wet tears, her eyes were red on Monday, her cheeks were still stained, and she looked embarrassed and pathetic.

This way she blocked what Chen Mingxu wanted to say in her throat.

The person described by Sang Zhi as "dad" is standing with "Sang Zhi brother", obviously his peers, and wearing uniform volunteer clothing.

But hearing Sang Zhi say that, he and Sang Zhi really look a bit like.

Chen Mingxu secretly thought.

Although she didn't know what the reason was for her to lie, Chen Mingxu couldn't bear to ask any more, raised her hand and touched her head that was bald: "Go to the wound first."

The school set up tents at two corners of the sports ground. Underneath it were volunteers from the Red Cross and school doctors to prevent accidental injuries to students.

Sang Yan barely calmed his emotions and said blankly, "OK."

Then he walked in the direction of the tent with his child on his back.

Chen Mingxu pulled Duan Xu back and said a few words. Because of the presence of parents, he was relieved, and then went elsewhere to observe the situation of other students.

The two siblings walked ahead silently.

After dozens of seconds, Duan Xuan also followed.

Sang Zhi was lying on Sang Yan's back, his heart kept on, and he couldn't hold up. She couldn't help looking at Duan's direction, her expression seemed to be asking for help.

The next second, Sang Yan opened his mouth coolly, "What did you just call me?"

Sang Zhi immediately looked away and did not dare to speak.

"I am your father?"

"..."

"Did you hit your leg or your head?"

Originally because of wrestling, his body hurt, and Sanzhi didn't want to say a word. I was forced to speak up to deal with the teacher's affairs, and I felt relieved. Now I have to accept Sang Yan's accusation.

Her throat was astringent, and overwhelming grievances swept over her.

"How do you scold me all the time, you scold me for a day." At this moment, Sangzhi felt herself the poorest person in the world. She pressed her lips hard and tried to hold back the crying cry. "I'm going to tell Dad ... you go away, I don't want you to carry me ..."

"..." Sang Yan shut up immediately.

Two seconds later, he said again, "Hey, I'm on my heels. How can you go without me?"

"I can walk by myself." Sang Zhi kicked the uninjured leg and wanted to come down, "I want to go by myself, I don't want you to carry ..."

Sang Yan turned back, impatiently, "Can you be 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 anger was mostly gone: "... Brother, this is not playing with you."

This softened attitude is useless.

As soon as Sangzhi's emotions came up, he couldn't speak without thinking: "You don't like me so much, and when your mother hasn't born me, why don't you tell her to kill me."

"..."

Sang Yan frowned: "What are you talking about?"

His ending rose, and his volume rose slightly, as if disapproving her.

This tone made San Zhi pause for a few seconds, as if he couldn't believe it. She looked at Sang Yan stupidly, and blinked after a few seconds, and then burst out a lot of tears: "You scold me again ..."

Sang Yan: "..."

There is still a long way to go from the tent.

Sangzhi is like trying to shed all the tears in this life.

Duan Jiaxu listened to the conversation between the two, and the cry that Sang Zhi had never heard. He scratched the skin under his eyes and shouted, "Hey, Sang Yan."

Sang Yan: "Why."

He stepped forward and glanced at Sang Zhi: "I'll carry it."

Hearing that, San Zhi's cry weakened a little, and she looked up at Duan Yangxu.

The meaning given by this response is particularly obvious. Sang Yan tilted his head slightly and asked with great respect: "You want him to carry it?"

Sang Zhi stopped crying completely and stared at Duan Xuan.

"..."

Although she didn't give a positive response, it was an unbearable thing like the reaction being carried by him.

Sang Yan exhaled, and said with humiliation, "OK."

After that, he put the mulberry down without a word.

After Sang Zhi stood firm, Duan Jiaxu squatted down and carried her on his back.

Sang Zhi lay on Duan Xu's back, looked back at Sang Yan, wanted to say something, but because she was still angry, she quickly looked back.

Duan Jiaxu adjusted his posture, stared forward, and asked casually, "What hurts besides the feet?"

Sang Zhi sniffed and whispered, "Hands hurt."

"Anything else?"

"Knees are a bit too."

"Well, don't cry," Duan Jiaxu said, "brother will give you some medicine."

Sang Zhi nodded silently.

At this angle, Sang Zhi can only see his side face.

Duan Xu just put on the hat on her head because she was returned for the game. Then he appeared on his head again. The two were close together, and she could smell the faint smell of tobacco on him.

The sun came from another direction.

Half of his face was exposed to the light, his hair was a little halo, and his lips were light. The top half of the face was in the shadow, with peach eyes slightly constricted and the bridge of the nose straight.

The features are neat and clear, and you can't see how emotional you are.

Soon, as if noticing her sight, Duan Jiaxu suddenly called out: "Child."

Sang Zhi immediately looked back, pretending that he did nothing.

Without waiting for her to reply, Duan Jiaxu said, "Take off your brother's hat."

"..."

Sangzhi obediently said, "What then?"

Duan Xia's tone was loose: "then put it on your head."

Sang Zhi was surprised.

Seeing to notice her nagging, Duan Xiaoxu turned back subconsciously. He looked at her silly expression, raised his eyebrows, and chuckled, "Don't feel the sun?"

To the tent.

Duan Jiaxu put Sangzhi on a chair.

Not many people were injured, most were heatstroke people.

Sang Yan called the school doctor and asked her to look at Sang Zhi's injuries.

The school doctor checked the childish ankle, took the ice pack and potion, and said, "It's nothing serious. It's not serious. Just apply ice and spray some medicine. Don't exercise any more these days."

Duan Jiaxu glanced: "No need to go to the hospital?"

"It's okay, just a slight sprain," said the school doctor. "But just in case, go to the hospital to see if you have hurt your muscles."

Sang Yan: "Let's take a look."

Sang Zhi looked down at her slightly swollen ankle and did not speak.

Duan Xia went to the side and took a bottle of normal saline and iodophor, squatted in front of Sang Zhi: "Take care of other places first, and then go to the hospital."

Sang Yan walked over: "I'll come."

Sang Zhi then opened his mouth and said, "No."

"..." Sang Yan stared at her and put up with it. "Okay, I'll get you a glass of water."

Seeing this, Duan Jiaxu looked at Sang Zhi and smiled, "Trust me so much?"

Sangzhi's eyes were still red, and he lowered his head, put his palms flat in front of him, and said, "My brother is so impatient, it will make me hurt."

Duan Jiaxu: "Xiao Sangzhi is afraid of pain?"

Sang Zhi nodded, and felt that he was a bit shameless, adding: "Who is not afraid of pain."

"It's like this, but it might hurt a bit." Duan Jiaxu lowered his eyes and unscrewed the lid of the saline solution. "Can you bear it?"

Sang Zhi immediately put his hand back, and behind his back: "Can't you take a little effort?"

"A little bit of pain." Looking at her vigilant and defensive look, Duan Jiaxu couldn't help laughing, "Not at all?"

Sang Zhi was particularly firm: "No."

"Let's do that," Duan Jiaxu said. "Brother, take it easy."

Sangzhi looked at him suspiciously, and after tangling for a while, he slowly put his hand in front of him, and said, "Brother, I hold a grudge."

"Ok?"

"Do not lie to me."

"Is it so serious?" Duan Xiaoxun gestured, raising his eyelids to look at her, "Will I let others paint you?"

"..."

"I don't want Xiao Sangji to hate me."

Sang Zhi pursed her lips. "No."

Duan Jiaxu's tone was a little interesting, and slowly poured saline into the wound on her hand: "Nothing, can you still make sense?"

"..."

Normal saline is not irritating, there is only a small discomfort at the wound, and it is not very painful. Sangzhi stared at his movements, feeling that they could still stand it.

As if helping her distract, Duan Xia said casually, "I don't know how to make sense since the second day of school?"

Sangzhi frowned: "Although I told you before that I didn't know how to reason, but I am a very reasonable person overall."

Duan Jiaxu laughed again: "Really."

After cleaning the wound on her hand, Duan Xia pushed her trousers on her right leg up again and dealt with the wound on her knee.

His tone made Sangzhi unhappy: "It was."

Duan Jiaxu's expression was serious and focused, staring at her wound, but she seemed absent-minded: "Well, Xiao Sangzhi is the most obedient."

Sang Zhi shot him and shut up silently.

"By the way, you just told your teacher that your brother is your father." Duan Jiaxu bent his lips and suddenly mentioned this, "Do you think he will believe it?"

Sang Zhi thought for a while: "My teacher has never met my father."

Duan Jiaxu: "Huh?"

Sangzhi: "Then there is nothing to doubt."

"..." Duan Jiaxu screwed the bottle cap on and laughed, "Your brother is so old? He still wears the same clothes as me."

Sang Zhi noticed this, and her expression froze instantly. After a long while, she said, "Why didn't you just remind me?"

Duan Xia started to apply iodophor to her without speaking.

Sangzhi hesitated and asked, "If the teacher asked me, could I say that you are wearing a parent-child outfit?"

"..." Duan Jiaxu raised his eyes and stared at her for a long while, meaningfully, "Child, do you have a conscience?"

"what?"

Duan Jiaxu said indifferently, "Brother is so good to you, do you help your brother bully me?"

Sang Zhi paused and didn't understand: "How can I bully you."

Duan Jiaxu did not hear.

Sang Zhi blinked, feeling a little overwhelmed, explaining to herself: "Brother, I think I ... I'm fine with you ... Okay."

This time Duan Xu had a movement and put the hat on her head back to her own head.

Mulberry: "..."

She couldn't help but say, "You're kind of naive."

Duan Jiaxu said indifferently, "Well, curse."

"..." Sangzhi stared, and said wrongly, "How can I curse? And you are such a big person, how can I bully you. Don't do me wrong."

Duan praised: "Extend your hand."

Sang Zhi paused and stretched out her hand.

He held her wrist, held it firmly, then lowered his eyes, slowly applying iodophor to the wound on her palm. But ignore her words at all, as if really angry.

Sang Zhi said, "Brother, why don't you ignore me."

"..."

The hot face that has been posted for a long time is useless, and Sanzhi is a little bit dissatisfied: "You're kind of care ---"

After seeing him look at it for a moment, Sang Zhi changed his mouth immediately: "No, it's revenge-no, that is, what, your memory is pretty good."

"The memory is quite good?" Duan Xuan's eyes slightly raised, and finally she began to respond, "Are you still scolding your brother for revenge?"

"You don't have to understand it that way--" Sang Chi-tung stayed, taking his words out of his bones, "of course not that."

"what does that mean?"

"Just boasting what you mean."

Duan Jiaxu stood up, took a pack of wet tissues from the side, and tore open: "But my brother doesn't like to listen to this."

Mulberry: "..."

It's really hard to deal with.

Later, Duan Jiaxu bent down slightly, approached Sanzi, and wanted to wipe off the stains on her face: "Say something else?"

Because of this sudden distance, Sangzhi retreated subconsciously.

Thinking that she didn't like people touching her face, Duan Xiao's movement stopped and she didn't care too much, and handed her the paper towel: "I got dirty on my face, wipe it myself?"

Sang Zhi was silent for a moment, didn't take it, and leaned forward again.

The implications are obvious.

Sang Zhi took it for granted: "I can't see it."

"Why is it so awkward." Duan Jiaxu smiled slowly and wiped her face slowly. After he wiped it off, he didn't stand up immediately, but instead said, "Child, don't you think--"

Sang Zhi was a little nervous, "What."

Duan Jiaxu tilted his head and said with a timid voice, "How am I like serving my ancestors?"

The author has something to say: Sangzhi: Don't hide it. Although you may think it is impossible now, I will indeed be your ancestor in the future.