Cannon fodder refuses to recycle!

The police told Xia Heran before that his mother was needed to make a record.

So after Xia's mother confirmed that her son was fine, she went to the police station.And Jane's parents also followed.They were afraid that the police would not pay enough attention to it, so they decided to go there in person, and decided that killing the victim was a kidnapping, which would aggravate the crime of the person who did it.If the Xia family kidnappers have nothing to gain, the Jian family is different.

Jian Zeping stayed with his younger brother, and was also entrusted by Xia's mother to take care of Xia Heran.

However, Jian Zeping, as the president of the company, is very busy. There are constant phone calls. He runs outside the ward to answer the calls again and again. Jian Ze'an always tells him to let him continue to work directly and does not need to accompany him.

But Jian Zeping was worried and insisted on staying in the hospital, but he answered the phone and went out after a while.

Only Jian Ze'an and Xia Heran were left in the ward.It was quiet for a while.

Speaking of so many things that happened today, in fact, there was no time for the two of them to talk. It was always either the police or doctors and family members.

At this moment, no one else was there, but they both fell silent.

Jian Ze'an quietly glanced at the other person in the room, who was sitting on the hospital bed silently hugging his knees.

He thought about the ups and downs that the other party had experienced in just one day, and felt sad, so he stood up from his hospital bed and walked over: "Why, you, are you okay?"

Xia Heran shook his head, looked up at him, his face was still bruised, even a little purple and black, very ugly:

"I am fine."

At this moment, Jian Ze'an only hated herself for being clumsy and not knowing how to comfort her. She opened and closed her mouth, and said after a long time: "Don't be sad, your mother is trying so hard not to let you know this, just to protect you. She loves you very much. Look, it turned out to be the two of you, and now it’s still the two of you..."

He tries to express himself incoherently, but sadly discovers that his ability to comfort people is very poor.

Saying this doesn't seem to be consoling.

But Xia Heran smiled. Although her face was swollen and the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, she was indeed smiling:

"I understand what you mean. I don't feel sad at all. I know my mother is afraid that I will be sad, so she hides it from me. I always thought that my father was dead, and I never thought about having a father. Now it's like death... It's no different. I just feel sorry for my mother."

When he finished speaking, his tone dropped.After all, he was only a teenager, no matter how mature and reliable he behaved in front of his mother, it was impossible for him to remain calm.

For a while, Xia Heran stared blankly at the sheets of the hospital bed that were miserably illuminated by the incandescent lamp.

Jian Ze'an didn't know how to comfort her. In the face of such a thing, any comfort seemed too pale.

He could only hold onto Xia Heran's innocent left hand that was placed on the bed sheet, trying to convey his emotions with his body temperature:

"I've been here for so many years! It will get better and better in the future. My family will try their best to help us seek justice. You will be an adult soon, and you can protect your mother."

Xia Heran smiled, as if sighing: "I know."

He held Jian Ze'an's hand behind his back, looked at the sincere eyes of the young man in front of him, and his heart softened.When the person in front of you looks at you with such certainty, you can't help but believe that everything he says will come true.

He seemed to be able to shine.

——As for myself, I can't control it, a flying insect that tends to light.

Xia Heran stared at him:

"I implicated you. But you were too reckless today, and you shouldn't call the police in front of them."

The corner of Jian Ze'an's mouth twitched: "Isn't it? I have been trained by my parents, are you coming again?"

"It's not training you." Xia Heran sighed, "It's because I'm afraid."

His eyes fixedly stared at the young man sitting beside the hospital bed, they were as dark as ink, with indescribable concentration and tenderness.

Jian Ze'an's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't know why, but he still instinctively pulled his hands and wanted to take a step back, and said without looking away: "Okay, okay, I understand, I won't be reckless next time."

But Xia Heran said: "There will be no next time."

Jian Ze'an thought he was making a request and warning, but Xia Heran added another sentence.

"Liu Ziqiang, you were hurt because of me that time. This time, it was because of me again that you were hurt like this. I won't allow you to be hurt by me a third time."

His tone was heavy and decisive, like a promise from the bottom of his heart.

Jian Ze'an opened his eyes wide: "How can it be said that you did the harm? You are the victim!"

"It's because of me." Xia Heran was very stubborn.

He exerted a little force on his hand, and Jian Ze'an wanted to pull it away, but he didn't succeed, but he grabbed it even more forcefully, and pulled his whole body to his side.

"I know, for you, you might rush forward if you were someone else, because you are such a good person." He seemed to smile helplessly, "It's a bit silly."

"Hi!" Jian Ze'an protested.

Xia Heran sighed softly again: "It's also very cute."

"..." Jian Ze'an became dumb, he felt that the hand being held was really hot, all the way to the ear.There also seemed to be some meaning in the other party's words that he vaguely didn't dare to think about.

He was stunned for a moment, and immediately quickly forcibly pulled his hand away, looking around and talking about him:

"This kind of word should not be used to describe boys, stop making trouble."

"Sorry, my Chinese is not very good. I can only think of this word." Xia Heran smiled and paused slightly.

In the next second, before Jian Ze'an had time to react, he was caught off guard and hugged tightly!

"You—you—what are you doing?"

Jian Ze'an wanted to break away, but Xia Heran let out a muffled snort. He immediately looked at the other's left arm which was hoisted up and resting on his shoulder. He probably touched it, and he was too frightened to move:

"You're hurt and don't move around!"

"Then let me hold you for a while, okay?"

The boy who sat on the bed and leaned over to hug him had a pitiful tone.

Jian Ze'an was as stiff as a rock, and the bad feeling was getting stronger and stronger, but he was afraid of touching Xia Heran's wounds all over his body, so he didn't dare to move, so he could only yell sternly:

"Let go! This is so weird!"

Xia Heran probably also knew that he was a paper tiger, and he was not obedient at all, so he still hugged him like that, arched his back, and rested his chin on his shoulder:

"Ze'an, do you know? For so many years, you are the only person besides my mother who can make me feel warm."

Jian Ze'an hurriedly retorted: "How is it possible? There are still many good people in this world. You can see that Zichen has helped you, and Baihuo and Hong Chuanglei have a good relationship with you..."

"That's different." Xia Heran said softly, and repeated, "That's different."

He breathed in the faint scent of the person in his arms, mixed with a hint of laundry detergent, but more of a strong smell of medicine.Xia Heran took a greedy breath, and slightly closed her eyes on the opponent's shoulder.

"They are very good classmates, and you—"

He paused.Jian Ze'an was stiff all over, as if waiting for the trial.

Then the verdict finally fell after a blank space that seemed to be very short and seemed to be infinitely stretched:

"You are that light."

It was the light that shone in during his long life of being lonely, wandering, traveling in many cities, silently resisting gossip, and protecting his mother.

In the third middle school, Xia Heran met many good classmates.But whether Bai Huo or Cheng Zichen, they approached him and were friendly to him, all because of Jian Ze'an's attention and kindness to him.

And the only one who can directly stand up to protect him in such a terrifying situation where anyone who touches him will cause trouble or even be dangerous is Jian Ze'an.

Xia Heran didn't know if anyone else would be willing to do this for him, but the one who appeared in front of him at that moment was Jian Ze'an.

He took another deep breath, feeling the warmth of the person in his arms.

It may be that the incandescent lamp above his head is too bright, and only the things around him are fiercely illuminated, making the surrounding scenery of the whole world blurred and distant; or it may be that everything today is so thrilling that even he who can handle things can't avoid it. Unable to control her emotions, Xia Heran couldn't restrain the urge to approach and hug this person.

I can't control the urge to speak out those thoughts and longings in my heart.

He longed for him, like a moth seeing a fire, even if it was dangerous, he couldn't help but be desperate.

"Ze'an." He tilted his head slightly, his straight nose brushed against the prickly hair stubble on the side of the young man's neck, and then stuck to the other's white and delicate nape.

The person who was rubbed seemed to be frightened, trembling all over, subconsciously wanting to struggle again.

Xia Heran's bruised ribs were poked by the opponent's elbow, and he gasped in pain.The man didn't dare to move again immediately, but he spoke with some resentment and grievance:

"You threatened me with your injuries!"

"No threat." Xia Heran said in a coaxing tone, "I just want to hug you."

He paused for a moment, the words finally couldn't be controlled anymore.

"—I like you so much, Ze'an."

Countless firecrackers crackled in Jian Ze'an's mind.

This description may still be too light.

It should be said that several tons of Kaishan gunpowder exploded into a mess in his brain.

Even when he was hugged just now, he already had a premonition, but when he really heard this sentence, Jian Ze'an still had a feeling that was unreal.

"you--"

He instinctively wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. When he opened his mouth, he found that his mouth was dry.

In my mind, a hundred ducks are singing, five hundred cats are playing with balls of wool, and a thousand husks are tearing down houses.

The noise made him dizzy and dazed, unable to say anything, unable to figure out any thoughts.

He sat there stiffly, deluding himself for a moment that he had just been hallucinating, but he was still being held.

So that sentence was regurgitated desperately in his stomach, and he couldn't figure it out over and over again. Finally, the confusion that popped up in the confusion was——

This is wrong, shouldn't he like Cheng Zichen?

But as this idea popped up, Jian Ze'an also remembered that the plot of the first book had already been messed up.Cheng Zichen helped clean up Liu Ziqiang, but not mainly because of Xia Heran, Xia Heran also gave himself the main credit.Later, Cheng Zichen didn't make up lessons for Xia Heran, and it seemed that he was the one who made up lessons for Xia Heran.It wasn't Cheng Zichen who helped Xia Heran deal with troublemakers, and learned about his past and family, but also himself...

Jian Ze'an's eyes darkened.

How...how did it develop to this point?

It seems that he has unintentionally dragged the original plot to pieces, but he really didn't mean it.Cheng Zichen seems to have never cared about Xia Heran, and Xia Heran did the same to Cheng Zichen.Then let myself watch Xia Heran being bullied and her grades fail to improve, so the future is worrying?

Jian Ze'an thought about it, but couldn't understand how it became like this.

But Xia Heran is still hugging herself, so she has to... have to give a response, right?

He opened his mouth dryly: "I, I really regard you as a very, very good friend, but..."

Before he could finish his stuttering words, the voice of the nurse who gave them the medicine came from the door of the ward:

"What are the two boys doing standing at the door? Can you get in?"

Jian Ze'an's head buzzed, and he hurriedly turned around——

The nurse carrying the tray pushed open the door with her shoulder and walked in.

Outside the opened door stood Lin Xiao and Cheng Zichen.

The author has something to say: Kekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekekeke, I have wanted to write this chapter for a long time.

It’s not that there is no progress in the emotional line, but there may be multiple lines, and they will progress together... (what am I talking about)

The old computer doesn't work anymore.The new one hasn't arrived yet, it's really hard to type on a mobile phone... I don't know if there is a second one