After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

Unexpectedly, Song Wenxing would ask this question suddenly, Lu Zhicheng was startled,

He subconsciously withdrew his hand, as if trying to hide the scar, but Song Wenxing grabbed it tightly.

The warm and soft touch came over again, and Lu Zhicheng felt as if an electric current passed through his body.

Song Wenxing lowered his eyes to look at Lu Zhicheng's hand.

There is a long scar in the palm of Lu Zhicheng's right hand. This scar extends obliquely from the root of the ring finger to the bottom of the palm below the thumb. It just splits between the marriage line and the love line, and runs through most of his palm.

It looks like a very serious wound, after all, it will hurt the artery a little further down.

"How did you do it?" Song Wenxing looked up at Lu Zhicheng.

"It was scratched by shards of glass." Lu Zhicheng said in a relaxed tone.

Song Wenxing was silent for a few seconds before asking: "Did it hurt at that time?"

"Well, the injury was deep, and after several stitches, this hand was almost useless." Lu Zhicheng smiled, "At that time, I was learning to play drums, and I couldn't even hold a stick."

It was when I was a trainee in Korea.

Song Wenxing immediately thought of what Chi Qiao had said, that Lu Zhicheng went back to the country, but returned with a leg injury.

But even so, he still insisted on training with injuries.

"... Was it an injury from a car accident?"

"...Mmm." Lu Zhicheng glanced at him, with a hesitant expression on his face, "You know?"

"Chi Qiao told me that you were in a car accident before and hurt your leg." Song Wenxing didn't think about it too much, "You also hurt your hand at that time?"

"Chi Qiao said it." Lu Zhicheng sighed, and smiled at him again, his tone was still not serious, "It hurts, it hurts, I cried in pain."

"It's not serious at all." Song Wenxing pouted.

What Song Wenxing didn't know was that Lu Zhicheng never wore shorts.

Even in the hot summer, she always wears trousers, wrapping her long legs tightly.

Even when he endorses clothing, he never wears shorts.

Because there are many hideous scars on his legs.

Too many to be scary, so many to be horrific.

Realizing that it's not good to keep holding other people's hands, Song Wenxing let go of Lu Zhicheng's hand.

Unexpectedly, Lu Zhicheng suddenly held his hand backhanded.

Song Wenxing's heart trembled slightly with the sudden temperature.

He was a little flustered, and subconsciously wanted to pull out his hand, but was held tightly by Lu Zhicheng, unable to move.

... What is he doing!

What Lu Zhicheng was going to do, he had already told Song Wenxing with his actions.

He squeezed his fingers one by one into Song Wenxing's, and a clearer feeling of touch and heat overwhelmed him instantly.

After domineeringly occupying the space between the opponent's fingers, he bent his fingers and clasped Song Wenxing's hand.

When the two palms were pressed together, Song Wenxing could clearly feel the scar on Lu Zhicheng's palm.

A little rough, hard, grinding against his palm.

"Hold on." Lu Zhicheng sighed, "You pushed me away too many times."

Song Wenxing's hand was held tightly by him, unable to move.

In fact, Song Wenxing was also obsessed with not wanting to take out his hand.When Lu Zhicheng said that, he simply remained motionless.

Soon, the palms of both of them were covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the places where they were pressed together became sticky.

Song Wenxing twitched his fingers a little, wanting to move around, but Lu Zhicheng immediately tightened his grip again.

"I'm not going to take it out." Song Wenxing said in a low voice.

"..." Lu Zhicheng let go of his hands.

Song Wenxing moved his palms away a little, and the cold air immediately penetrated into the gap between the palms of the two of them.

Lu Zhicheng felt the coolness.

In the next second, warm fingers suddenly slipped into his palm, and the fingertips pressed against his scar, rubbing lightly.

Lu Zhicheng looked up at Song Wenxing.

Song Wenxing lowered his head, staring at Lu Zhicheng's hand with all his attention, gently scratching the scar on the palm of his hand with his thumb, his drooping eyelashes trembling slightly.

The movement is very light, like pity.

A little itchy, but also a little warm.

Lu Zhicheng held his breath subconsciously, for fear of disturbing his movements.

"The scar on the palm of your hand is the imprint left by your lover in the previous life." Song Wenxing suddenly raised his head and looked at Lu Zhicheng quite seriously, "The person you love in this life will find you by relying on this scar. "

His expression was so serious that Lu Zhicheng couldn't help thinking for two seconds: "... Isn't it a mole on the palm?"

"Oh, almost!"

"You're a bit unorthodox." Lu Zhicheng squeezed his palm, "Did you often retweet articles about boys and girls?"

"You are so annoying!" Song Wenxing glared at him.

"Yeah." Lu Zhicheng laughed, "Then I hope he finds me soon."

Song Wenxing rubbed the scar on Lu Zhicheng's palm, chatted with him casually, and fell asleep slowly without knowing it.

When he woke up, Lu Zhicheng had already left.

Song Wenxing was a little disappointed.

He turned his head casually, but suddenly found a note under the water glass on the bedside table.

note!

Song Wenxing immediately sat up with one hand supporting the bed, and reached out to take the note.

On the note was a line of handsome and sharp handwriting.

— Be good, and help me take care of myself.I'll check it out next time I'm here.

Don't think about it, it must have been left by Lu Zhicheng.

Song Wenxing held the note and sent it in a daze for a while.

The door of the infirmary was suddenly pushed open a crack from the outside. Song Wenxing, already guilty, was so frightened that he quickly hid the note and looked up at the door.

"Should he wake up?" Yin Jun's voice came softly from outside first.

"I've slept all morning." It was Chi Qiao's voice, "See if he's still feeling uncomfortable."

"If it doesn't work, let him sleep for a while." At the end it was Zhuo Yixiao's voice, "The body is the most important thing."

"I'm awake!" Song Wenxing immediately raised his voice and shouted.

The door was pushed open immediately, Yin Jun came in first, followed by Chi Qiao: "Are you awake? Does your stomach still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Song Wenxing shook his head, "You can go back to training."

Chi Qiao walked to the hospital bed, reached out and touched Song Wenxing's forehead: "The fever is gone. Show the doctor again."

Zhuo Yixiao followed into the door, but stood at the door and did not come over.

He didn't approach Song Wenxing's hospital bed, but just watched the three of them talking and laughing silently.

"What are you doing, old Zhuo?" Song Wenxing on the hospital bed raised his finger and pointed at Zhuo Yixiao, his face was still a little pale, but his smile was as bright as usual, "Come quickly and wait for me to take a bath and change clothes, I want to drive back to the palace Already!"

Zhuo Yixiao paused for a moment, with a hesitant expression.

Yin Jun also turned his head and urged him: "Come on, the little ancestor needs several people to take care of his clothes."

"Come on." Chi Qiao said with a smile, "You can carry him back later."

Finally, Zhuo Yixiao raised his leg and walked towards Song Wenxing, and said angrily, "I'm not the father-in-law..."

Song Wenxing's fever was not high, and after taking the medicine last night, the fever subsided quickly.

"Don't eat indiscriminately." The doctor glanced at the temperature gun and told him, "If it's sour or cold, don't eat it during this time, especially iced ones."

"Oh." Song Wenxing asked unwillingly, "Isn't it okay to drink at room temperature? Is it also okay to have oolong peach tea?"

"It's not impossible." The doctor said, "Have a drink and see you tonight."

Song Wenxing: "..."

"Don't eat it." Yin Jun hooked Song Wenxing's neck, "I will take good care of you."

Chi Qiao comforted him: "I can heat it for you."

"...Can you still drink the hot one?" Song Wenxing asked.

"You are not allowed to steal food, and you are not allowed to eat indiscriminately." Zhuo Yixiao, who hadn't spoken much since entering the door, suddenly said, with a fierce expression on his face, "If I find out, I'll break your leg."

"Why are you so fierce!" Song Wenxing accuses Zhuo Yixiao aggrievedly, "Brother Jun, you criticize, Lao Zhuo said he would break my leg!"

"I'll help him tie you up." Yin Jun said sincerely, "Torn apart, all tied up, no relatives recognized, dismembered."

Song Wenxing: "..."

It doesn't have to be like this!

After leaving the infirmary, Yin Jun and the others accompanied Song Wenxing back to the dormitory to take a shower and change clothes.

While they were not paying attention, Song Wenxing quietly hid the note Lu Zhicheng gave him.

After Song Wenxing packed up, the meal time just arrived, so they went directly to the cafeteria.

However, this time the meal was not as happy as usual.

Song Wenxing sullenly poked the white porridge in the bowl with a spoon.

He glanced at the green vegetables and small pickles on the dinner plate, feeling unhappy.

After turning his eyes around, Song Wenxing suddenly put down his spoon and stood up.

As soon as he moved, Yin Jun, Chi Qiao and Zhuo Yixiao, who were concentrating on eating, immediately raised their heads at the same time.

"Where are you going?" Yin Jun put down his chopsticks.

"You can't get snacks." Chi Qiao said with a smile.

"What are you doing!" Song Wenxing was furious, and slapped the table, "You made me look like a prisoner!"

"Don't steal it." Zhuo Yixiao touched the edge of the bowl with the tip of his chopsticks, and warned him with a cold face, "As I said, if I find out, I will break your leg."

"Qiao Qiao, look at him, look at him!" Song Wenxing immediately turned to Chi Qiao, who has the best temper, for help, trying to find a breakthrough from him, "White porridge is tasteless, I can't eat it, I'm a patient, how can I Eat this! I just want to go over there to get a cold side dish, that's how we go with our porridge..."

The more I talked, the more wronged I became, and I acted like it was real.

"Cold dishes?" Chi Qiao repeated in a gentle tone.

"Just... shoot cucumbers..." Song Wenxing said guiltily, "It's melons, very healthy, supplemented with vitamins ABCDEFG."

"Cold, spicy, raw, you can't eat it." Chi Qiao said with a smile, "If you really want to eat cucumber, I can ask the auntie in the cafeteria to make a boiled cucumber for you. You won't have diarrhea if you eat it .”

Song Wenxing: "...No need."

Thinking of the smell, he even felt a little nauseous.

Yin Jun laughed out loud: "I'm still shooting cucumbers, I'll crush you first."

The cafeteria usually prepares some desserts such as yogurt and drinks, which are placed in the food basket for the trainees to take by themselves.

Every time Chi Qiao would take the four people's portion, this time Song Wenxing's stomach was ruined by eating randomly, in order not to be greedy for him, the three of them didn't take it.

"Hey, there is a milk pudding that Xing Xing likes today. It is very fragrant and soft." Lan Xiaoying, who didn't know what to do, took a plate of pudding and spun it like a gust of fragrant wind, and sat down next to Song Wenxing, "You guys Why don't you eat it?"

Song Wenxing turned his head and stared at the dozen or so puddings piled up on Lan Xiaoying's dinner plate with eyes full of resentment.

"Don't hook him up, you'll ruin your stomach by eating recklessly later." Zhuo Yixiao said angrily.

"Huh?" Lan Xiaoying had already scooped up a spoonful of milk pudding and brought it to her mouth.

Hearing Zhuo Yixiao's words, and seeing Song Wenxing's resentful eyes, he opened his mouth, feeling like he couldn't speak anymore.

Finally, Lan Xiaoying sighed, put down the spoon in her hand, and casually grabbed a trainee passing by: "Do you want milk pudding? I'll give it to you."

"Give it all to me? A dozen or so." The trainee looked at Lan Xiaoying's dinner plate in surprise.

"Don't eat, don't eat." Lan Xiaoying smiled bitterly, "I want to share weal and woe with my sisters."

Song Wenxing laughed immediately: "Sister! My sister is you!"

Yin Jun: "...Can't we be brothers?"

"Wow, you dote on Song Wenxing so much." The trainee picked up Lan Xiaoying's pudding plate and joked with a smile, "It feels like he is like a little brother in the family, and you are the parents."

"I'm an older brother." Yin Jun answered immediately, "Mr. Qiao is like a mother, Sister Ying is like a sister, and Lao Zhuo is like a grandfather."

Song Wenxing was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously replied: "...A male mother is also a mother?"

Zhuo Yixiao: "?"

Chi Qiao: "?"

Lan Xiaoying laughed out loud: "Damn!"

After sending out more than a dozen milk puddings in one go, Lan Xiaoying's heart ached to death.

He sighed, and turned his attention to the sick Song Wenxing: "I heard that Wenxing had a stomachache in the middle of the night last night, and all of your dormitory got up to send him to the infirmary."

It was spread this morning, and everyone envied their good relationship in the dormitory.

"Helping each other is the right thing to do," Chi Qiao said.

"I really want to move into your dormitory." Lan Xiaoying showed a melancholy and envious expression.

"Aren't you already the fifth member of Tianzi No. [-]?" Song Wenxing took a sip of the bland white porridge, "Non-staff personnel."

"If I can sleep on the floor, I'd be happy too." Lan Xiaoying sighed sadly, "I'm going to annoy those three idiots in our dormitory to death."

"Did Bailian squeeze you out?" Song Wenxing immediately remembered what Bailian was best at.

Pretending to be white lotus, green tea, pitiful, forming gangs and isolating people.

"It's okay. I didn't have a good relationship with the people in our dormitory." Probably because she was afraid that they would be worried, Lan Xiaoying didn't elaborate, but just vaguely said, "I just don't know if I will change dormitories in the future. I really don't want to be with you." Stupid straight guys living together."

Lan Xiaoying didn't say anything, but Song Wenxing's "Is it because of me" stuck in his throat.

He put down his spoon, frowning.

Lan Xiaoying's appearance is a bit special in 404.

In other words, he stood among the crowd, and he was also the most special one.

Although Lan Xiaoying is a boy, she has shoulder-length hair and likes to wear heavy makeup, especially blue eyeshadow.

He has a funny personality, often gets angry, likes to call himself an "old lady", deliberately twists his waist when he walks, and usually talks like a bitch, which makes people feel cheap.

Lan Xiaoying is not like Zhuo Yixiao.

Although Zhuo Yixiao also has long hair, but the dreadlocks are all attached to him. In addition, he is tall and has a hostile appearance. He has a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, and his facial features are three-dimensional. No one would dare to provoke him, it would be good if he didn't beat him to death.

Lan Xiaoying is a professional dancer, her body proportions are very beautiful, she is not slender and weak.

The two temperaments of masculinity and femininity are perfectly combined in his body, even if he inadvertently shows a coquettish attitude when dancing, there will not be too much sense of disobedience.

Always, just a little bit different from ordinary boys.

Yin Jun once used one sentence to describe Lan Xiaoying - at first glance, she looks like a purebred gay.

Of course, Lan Xiaoying never thought of hiding it, his nature was completely released.

From the first day of the dormitory, Lan Xiaoying complained to them that she didn't like the people in the same dormitory, so she always ate with them.

Later, he also occasionally complained, but never specifically said what conflicts there were between them.

Although Lan Xiaoying didn't say anything, Song Wenxing probably guessed part of it.

I have grown up since I was a child, and boys who look a little different around me are especially vulnerable to being squeezed out among boys, and they will even be insulted and attacked as "sissy" and "not male or female".

Song Wenxing thought, the one Lan Xiaoying met was probably the same.

"There are people you, Lan Xiaoying, can't control?" Zhuo Yixiao next to him sneered, "Could it be that you have given up in front of Bai Lian?"

"Will my mother be afraid of him? If he dares to act like a demon, my mother will just snap him back into the chicken coop and let him ascend to heaven. The chickens and dogs will be restless, jijiwaiwai." Lan Xiaoying cursed and used idioms indiscriminately.

"As expected of being the owner of the chicken coop, a man of high skill is bold." Zhuo Yixiao picked up the soup bowl with one hand, took a sip of lotus root pork rib soup, and sneered coldly.

Lan Xiaoying rolled her eyes and blurted out: "Then you want to be my mother's chicken?"

Song Wenxing sprayed a mouthful of porridge on Yin Jun's face opposite him.

Zhuo Yixiao's soup choked directly from his nostrils.

Yin Jun with rice grains all over his face: "..."

Why is it always him who gets hurt?

Lan Xiaoying pointed at Zhuo Yixiao who was coughing desperately: "Hey, nostril fountain! Expert, Zhuo Yixiao, is this your hidden personal skill? Are you going to perform this on the stage?"

Song Wenxing covered his ears with his hands: "...It's over."

Chi Qiao took out a tissue from the side, wiped Yin Jun's face with a sluggish face, and sighed helplessly: "Yi Xiao, I want to hit you, and I'll hit you after dinner."

The author has something to say: Zhuo Yixiao: Make a few :)

Lan Xiaoying:?It's not impossible.

Song Wenxing: ...

Yin Jun: ...

Chi Qiao: ...Stop hitting, if you hit again, you'll be in the infirmary.

The manuscript I wrote during the day was lost, and I re-wrote it at night, so I wasted a little time, good night ovo