famine

Not long after the news was sent, the people over there seemed to have been guarding the phone all the time, tacitly making a video call immediately.

Jiang Xuan's eyes moved, and he lightly pressed the switch.

The next moment the dark screen lit up, and Cheng Hong's face appeared on it.

Jiang Xuan looked at his surroundings and knew that he was sitting in the living room. Apart from the "little stubborn" with a smile when he connected, he could hear some noises from the receiver. Cheng Hong should be watching TV.

Jiang Xuan sat in front of the desk, put his mobile phone on the wall and lay down on the table.His chin was resting on his folded arms. It was a little dark now, and he didn't turn on the light. Therefore, when this image passed through the camera and finally landed on the screen of Cheng Lang's mobile phone, he felt an unreasonable depression.

Cheng Lang knew that he was in a bad mood the first time he saw him.

It was clear that they were very relaxed when they parted not long ago, and Jiang Xuan's expression was sleepy, his eyes were lowered, and his mood was very depressed.

"..."

Cheng Lang frowned invisibly, just about to ask him what's the matter, when he glanced casually, he fixed his gaze.

His eyes immediately changed.

He tilted his head, leaned close to the screen, and asked, "What happened to your hand?"

"Hand?" Jiang Xuan was taken aback, looked down, and saw two long blood marks drawn on the back of his hand at some point.

"..."

He immediately took his hands under the table, his arms hanging by his sides, and he leaned back directly.

He said calmly: "It's nothing, I accidentally scratched it."

It should be that when he chopped the door with a kitchen knife just now, he was scratched by the raised wooden thorn when he smashed through the wooden board with the knife and his hand.If Cheng Lang hadn't noticed it with sharp eyes, he still wouldn't know that there were two such obvious wounds on his hands.

It was only after Cheng Lang asked that he felt the back of his hand start to ache, and when he took a closer look, the wound was no longer bleeding, but the surrounding area was red, and it should have started to swell.

Cheng Hong is not blind, it can be seen that Jiang Xuan is deliberately covering up, not wanting him to know.Suddenly, his heart ached, and the feeling of being excluded reappeared.

Rarely put his irritability on his face, stared at the little stubbornness on the screen who wanted to hide it, and his tone became cold: "I don't care what you do, now, give me the medicine immediately."

He saw it at a glance, Jiang Xuan didn't know that he was injured at all, except for the two wounds, the entire palm of the injured hand was covered with dried blood from the wound.

How careless it must have been to have the effect of being hacked.

Jiang Xuan had never done such a self-deprecating thing since he was a child. At this moment, he regretted it very much, thinking that he might as well just adjust the angle of the phone just now, but his reaction was so strong that it was impossible for Cheng Hong not to doubt it.

Thinking of this, his face was no longer so cold, he just frowned slightly, and said in a resistive way: "It's all right, I'll just go and wipe my hands. Then I'll go first..."

"Jiang Xuan." Cheng Hong suddenly called him.

"You...forget it." He hesitated to speak, pursed his lips in boredom, a white line of blood loss appeared between his lips, and said after a long time as if he had made up his mind, "Wait for me for a while, April 10 minute."

I wanted to keep asking.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xuan froze in place: "Ah?"

"What are you doing?"

But the person at the other end of the screen did not answer. Jiang Xuan only saw the scene on the screen start to shake. Cheng Yan stood up and walked under the projector while holding his mobile phone. He looked for something with his head down, so that the camera only took pictures. To the forehead.

Jiang Xuan had a faint premonition in his heart. As soon as this sign came out, he immediately said, "Don't come!"

"..." Still only a forehead can be seen.

He was so anxious that he couldn't care about anything else, and stood up directly, as if this would prevent Cheng Lang from coming to him.He raised his voice: "Cheng Hong! Don't come!"

Can't let you come!

That's enough.

After the words fell, the screen finally began to shake, and Cheng Hong appeared in front of him again.

He sighed helplessly as if defeated, with complicated eyes, he coaxed Jiang Xuan like a child: "I won't go in, I'll be at the gate of the community, waiting for you, give you medicine, and you can go back after you're done." Home, okay?"

"No! Don't come here!" Jiang Xuan felt his heart start beating again.

Fear, panic and uneasiness filled my heart again.

Fortunately, he still has some rationality left, so he forced himself to wake up, no matter what method he used, he must dispel Cheng Hong's desire to see him.

Because that's... enough.

Seeing each other across the screen, I feel at ease.

Only through the screen, otherwise once the real you appears in front of me, I will...

Jiang Xuan was taken aback for a moment, and his expression was confused for a moment.

I just... what do I do?

What am I afraid of?

"Jiang Thrush."

At this moment, Cheng Hong called him again in a low voice.

Jiang Xuan, who was struggling, heard him speak again, and his tone was serious, as if he would regret it if he didn't do it: "I must see you, right away."

If possible, I hope to appear in front of you in the next second.

Treat your wounds, apply medicine, and then hug this stubborn you with thorns all over your body when you say goodbye.

"..." Jiang Xuan began to be in a trance.

At this time, he actually didn't think about anything, or he completely forgot about the process of "thinking". This inexplicable sense of shock came suddenly, so weird that even he himself didn't know what was going on.

All the crux and problems have become the sentence just now - don't come.

Dont look at me.

Don't pity me, don't touch me as soon as you reach out.

He sat blankly at the desk, feeling dull and flustered in his heart. The phone screen was always on. He watched Cheng Lang pack alcohol and gauze in a small plastic bag, watched him change clothes and shoes, and then picked up the car, drive.

He kept the video on all the time, never out of Jiang Xuan's sight for a moment, and didn't say a word.

He knew that it wasn't that Cheng Yang forgot to hang up, but that he wanted to be with him.

What are you doing with him?

What is there for him to accompany him, when he is a three-year-old child who cannot leave others?

Jiang Xuan's mind was spinning and turning, and his mood was good and bad. While fidgeting like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced, he seemed to be looking forward to something.

This is a new experience that has never been experienced before.

It was brought to me by the man on the screen who was concentrating on driving.

Not long after, within an hour of nightfall, Cheng Lang saw his little boyfriend again.

He parked the car at the old spot, and not long after, he saw his little boyfriend walking slowly with his head down, got into the car, and sat down beside him.

Cheng Lang felt a little amused, so he curled his mouth and raised his hand to pinch the back of Jiang Xuan's neck.

"Give me your hand."

Jiang Xuan glanced at him silently, and handed it to him reluctantly.

Cheng Lang looked down, "tsk", and patted the back of his head feigning anger, "Is this the hand I'm talking about?"

The hand in front of him was slender, white and bony, and the skin on the back of the hand was very thin. With the light from inside the car, he could see the blue blood vessels under Jiang Xuan's skin.

Jiang Xuan received the penalty in frustration, and took a deep breath, looking a little unconvinced, but still handed it to him with another hand.

He had wiped the back of his hand with a hot towel before going out, except for the two scars that looked a little scary, there was no blood on it.But it was cleaned up, and unlike a quick glance across the screen, Cheng Lang still took a deep breath when he really saw the condition of the back of his hand at this moment, and he could imagine how painful it was just by looking at it.

He frowned, and seeing Jiang Xuan's seldom resigned appearance, he still couldn't help but blame: "You are very good, Jiang Xuan, you are still right-handed, can you masters be able to shoot left and right?"

Jiang thrush kept silent.

Cheng Yan took out two bags of disinfectant wipes and wiped his hands first, then took the small plastic bag containing the medicine from the back seat, looked up at Jiang Xuan for a long time, then turned his head to let out a breath, stretched out his index finger in the There was a scratch on the edge of the two wounds.

Jiang Xuan looked at him in confusion.

"Just from this angle," Cheng Hong looked at him with an unhappy expression, "One more, and no one will say that the three scars on the old man's forehead are ugly in the future."

The implication is that you have a wound on your hand, and you are so hideous - and you are so awesome that you don't take medicine, you are the ugliest.

Ugly and stubborn.

Jiang stubborn ass.

"Ugh."

After a long time, Jiang Xuan was suddenly discouraged, leaned back on the car seat, and squinted at Cheng Hong.

It took a long time before he curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and relented: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, brother Cheng Hong, please forgive me."

"Who's wrong?" Cheng Hong asked.

"I."

"who are you?"

"I'm stubborn."

Cheng Lang: "..."

Ugh.

In front of her boyfriend, fuck her father's heart.

After the college entrance examination holidays for the first and second grades passed, there were a lot of fewer people in the school, and the teaching building of the third grade was completely silent, and the students who were studying hard every day could no longer see them.

But that building won't be empty for a long time, because in less than a month, Jiang Xuan and the others will move to that building in their second year of high school, and start a new round of shock.

In the eyes of the teachers in the attached middle school, as soon as the senior year is gone, the current second year of senior high school will become the third year of senior high school.It's been a long time, and they are said to be sophomores, but they are actually just sophomores in name.

As the end of the semester approached, the attached middle school was in the midst of intensive study again. Everyone found that the time buried in the scrolls passed quickly, as if it was a dream, and the semester was coming to an end.

After the final exam, even if the summer vacation is over, students don’t need to go back to school to get the exam results and notification letter. These will be sent to the parents together, and the previous exam results and ranking ratios all reflect the students’ grades this year. learning status.

In other words, no one can escape.

Compared to Wang Peng who went crazy to death before the test results came out, Jiang Xuan was much calmer.After he finished the last subject, he found the head teacher and applied for a check-out.

The head teacher refused, and even called the parents of the problem students.

The problem student argued with reason. The head teacher, considering his good performance recently, skipping classes late and leaving early, guessed some problems between him and his parents, cherished this good seed after all, and continued to maintain his learning status. After consulting Jiang Jianguo's opinion, it was approved.

But Jiang Thrush scoffed at this - Jiang Jianguo couldn't control him.

He didn't need to ask the man's consent for what he wanted.

But fortunately, this person is self-aware, and he didn't do much to stop him from asking to leave the hotel. Instead, he sent a WeChat message as if to help him carry his luggage, but Jiang Xuan refused without thinking.

"Fuck?! What?" Wang Peng almost dropped the glass he just bought, "You want to check out?"

The dormitory was quiet.

Xu Fei and Chen Zhengyu sat on the chairs, all turning their heads to stare at him, waiting for his explanation.

Jiang Tong didn't change his face: "The environment at home is good, so it's convenient for studying."

Wang Peng was stunned for two seconds. The injury on his foot was almost healed. He has been doing massage recently, and he can already jump up and down from time to time.He watched Jiang Xuan for a long time before asking: "You mean the dormitory environment is not good, which disturbs your study?"

He said this in a rather bad tone, as if he was offended, and he started to choke.

Jiang Xuan glanced at him calmly, and replied, "No."

"What's that for?" Xu Fei suddenly said, "It's the third year of high school soon, time is so tight, you're going to check out now?"

"Are you awake?" Chen Zhengyu answered.

This time the three of them stood in the same position, all staring at Jiang Xuan who was packing the review materials on the bookshelf with his head down. There was an open suitcase at his feet, and there were a lot of clothes in it.

Originally during the summer vacation, the four of them had to pack their luggage. At first, they didn't think Jiang Xuan's behavior was so weird. But after a closer look, the man even rolled up the mattress and stood at the door, so he had to ask. This question blew up the pot.

——Jiang Thrush is leaving.

He is not staying.

Why don't you stay?

This situation was so sudden that the three of them were confused.

"It's not because of you." After a long time, Jiang Xuan exhaled softly, raised his eyes and didn't know where to look, and said calmly, "My mother is sick and no one is taking care of her."

"..."

"..."

"..."

The three of them who were in a hurry just now were as if they were suddenly strangled by the neck, and they finally fell silent.

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