After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

Lu Zhicheng was far stricter than other tutors. He had taken several classes with him before, and Song Wenxing was told by him in public that he almost cried out of embarrassment, but he persisted in the end.

Fortunately, there were only the two of them this time, Lu Zhicheng was not as strict as when he was doing business, but he was more serious than usual, but his attitude was still very soft.

After finishing the action, Song Wenxing jumped again, it was much smoother.

"You're very smart, you can understand at one point." Lu Zhicheng praised him without hesitation, then looked back at the time, an hour had passed, "It's quite late, you should rest, I'll take you back to the dormitory."

"Is there anything for the two big men to give away..." Song Wenxing said unhappily, but in fact he picked up his coat long ago, "You are going to make rounds, can you give me a gift by the way?"

Lu Zhicheng was already standing at the door waiting to turn off the lights. Hearing Song Wenxing's words, he turned his head and smiled at him: "Can't it be just to see you off and go to the ward round?"

"Thank you so much." Song Wenxing said angrily.

When Song Wenxing left the classroom, he realized that the lights in other classrooms had been turned off, and there were only him and Lu Zhicheng in the empty corridor.

He looked back at Lu Zhicheng, who just turned off the lights in the classroom and closed the door behind him.

"Let's go." Lu Zhicheng raised his hand and tugged on his turtleneck sweater.

Song Wenxing yawned and nodded.

There were footsteps in unison in the corridor.

They didn't walk side by side, maybe it was too cold and sleepy, or maybe it was a little deliberate, Song Wenxing slowed down by half a step, slightly behind Lu Zhicheng, following him closely like a little tail.

When going down the stairs, Song Wenxing lowered his eyes, staring closely at Lu Zhicheng's hand hanging by his side.

The fingers are long and slender, the phalanxes are distinct, the shape is very beautiful, and the temperature of the palm is also very warm.

want to pull.

Or being led.

Song Wenxing recalled that night when he had acute gastroenteritis, he was given an injection in the infirmary, and later he had a nightmare about a car accident. When he woke up, he found Lu Zhicheng by his side, and his undecided emotions were soothed like that.

Later, he held Lu Zhicheng's hand and fell asleep peacefully, the only thing he remembered was the scar on the other's palm and the body temperature passed over.

When exactly did he have such thoughts about Lu Zhicheng, Song Wenxing no longer planned to pursue it, so he followed Lu Zhicheng all the way downstairs like this.

The outdoor temperature in winter nights is lower than that in the daytime. As soon as I walk out of the building, the cold wind blows directly into my neck.

Song Wenxing was woken up by the blowing, and sneezed loudly: "Ah——sneeze!"

Lu Zhicheng next to him stopped, turned around, stretched out his hand naturally, and helped Song Wenxing zip up his coat: "Don't leave it open, it's easy to catch cold."

"Oh." Song Wenxing rubbed his nose.

Just as he was about to say something, Lu Zhicheng suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him in another direction!

At the same time, a battery car roared past the corner next to it!

Although Lu Zhicheng reacted quickly, he could only take Song Wenxing to avoid the battery car rushing out suddenly, but he didn't notice the flower bed beside him.

In the process of dodging, one of Lu Zhicheng's legs directly hit the marble edge of the flower bed.

Lu Zhicheng hissed, the pain made him subconsciously frown.Even so, he still tightly protected Song Wenxing with his arms, as if this was his instinct.

But Song Wenxing, who came back to his senses, had only one thought in his mind.

——Lu Zhicheng's legs!

"Are you okay? Are you alright?" Song Wenxing broke free from the opponent's protection, and hurriedly reached out to grab his trouser legs to check his injuries.

"Ah, it hurts, my leg seems to be broken..." Lu Zhicheng originally wanted to make a joke to cheer up the atmosphere, but Song Wenxing's face lost all color in an instant after hearing these words.

Lu Zhicheng quickly stopped: "I'm talking nonsense, I'm fine, don't be scared..."

Song Wenxing's hands froze.

With a pale face, he stared at Lu Zhicheng for two seconds, then suddenly stood up, turned around and left.

"Don't go!" Lu Zhicheng was anxious, and quickly reached out to pull him, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you..."

Song Wenxing was angry and startled, his clenched fists were shaking all the time.He stopped, turned his head and glared at Lu Zhicheng viciously.

At this moment, the owner of the battery car stopped the car and hurried over: "I'm sorry, I just got off work, I didn't expect someone to be here so late... Ah! Lu PD?! Why are you?!"

Her shout attracted the attention of the two of them.

Lu Zhicheng looked up at the owner of the car that caused the accident, it turned out to be a little girl.The other party was also quite frightened, but it can be judged from the work badge hanging around her neck that she is a staff member of Juzi Video.

He waved his hand: "It's okay, it should be knocked, don't be nervous, I'm fine."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it!" The little girl was so anxious that tears came out, "You should go to the infirmary first!"

"Oh yes." Lu Zhicheng patted himself on the head, "I have to go to the infirmary."

The little girl was about to cry in anxiety, and tremblingly took out her mobile phone to call other people for help, but Lu Zhicheng stopped her: "No, it's so late, you're not safe as a girl, go back quickly."

"Can……"

The little girl wanted to say something else, but Lu Zhicheng had already turned his head to look at Song Wenxing, and said pitifully, "Wenxing, I'm in so much pain, I think my leg might really be broken, I didn't lie to you this time, you accompany me to the infirmary OK?"

Song Wenxing: "..."

Little girl: "..."

You act, you continue to act.

Afterwards, Song Wenxing went to the infirmary with Lu Zhicheng on his face.The little girl was still worried and insisted on following, she was extremely nervous.

The doctor on duty looked up at them from the desk, and after confirming that they were old acquaintances, he said calmly: "Oh, it's you again. Did you come to me to report by taking turns? Now it's the PD's turn? "

"Because he's an idiot!" Song Wenxing was still angry, and gave Lu Zhicheng an angry look.

"Yes, yes, I'm Xiaohanpi." Lu Zhicheng supported him, slowly sat down on the chair, and responded with a smile.

"You are obviously a big fool!" Seeing his smiling face like a normal person, Song Wenxing cursed angrily, "What are you blocking? Who told you to block it for me? Do you know how dangerous it is?!"

"Isn't it all right, don't worry about me." Lu Zhicheng smiled at him with his face up, "I'm not so fragile."

"You can still laugh!" Song Wenxing was about to die of this anger, he sat down beside Lu Zhicheng, cursing.

The little girl looked at Lu Zhicheng for a while, and Song Wenxing for a while, with a dazed expression on her face, and then she tasted the smell of melon belatedly.

What happened to these two people?Wasn't it rumored that they were rivals before?Why do two people appear at the same time without sleeping in the middle of the night?

And this fight is so...

Hey!Is this called a quarrel?This is obviously flirting, right?

When checking Lu Zhicheng's injury, the doctor rolled up his trouser legs, and Song Wenxing, who had been cursing all this time, suddenly choked.

This was the first time he saw Lu Zhicheng's calf.

Lu Zhicheng's legs are very beautiful, with smooth and full muscle lines, it looks like he has practiced dancing.

However, what people couldn't ignore was that his legs were covered with criss-crossing scars, as if he had been cut by something.

It is enough to scare people where it is visible to the naked eye, and those long and short scars extend all the way to the trousers, so you don't need to look to know how seriously its owner has been hurt.

No wonder Lu Zhicheng wears long trousers all the time...

Song Wenxing only felt a pain in his heart being pulled.

Lu Zhicheng noticed Song Wenxing's strange gaze, and pulled down his trouser legs unnaturally, as if he wanted to cover those hideous scars.

"What are you doing?" The doctor looked up at him, "You pull down your trouser legs, how can I see your injury?"

Only then did Lu Zhicheng let go of his hand: "...Sorry."

"How did your leg hurt like this?" The doctor frowned, and helped Song Wenxing ask what was in his heart, "How did you get hurt before?"

"In a car accident, I was stabbed in the leg by shards of glass." Lu Zhicheng glanced at Song Wenxing, and said in a relaxed tone, "I almost cut the artery in my leg, and the blood flowed all over the place. At that time, I thought I was going to be amputated. Fortunately, I lucky."

Probably because he was afraid that Song Wenxing would be worried, he deliberately used a joking tone, sounding nonchalant, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

"...At that time," Song Wenxing, who was still angry, suddenly changed his tone and asked in a low voice, "It must have hurt."

Lu Zhicheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I've forgotten it a long time ago."

Lu Zhicheng didn't hurt his bones, but a large bruise was knocked out on his calf, which looked very bluffing.

The doctor sprayed him with Yunnan Baiyao aerosol, and gave him two ice packs, and asked him to apply them until the ice packs melted.

"Doctor, can I not use this ice pack? It's winter." Lu Zhicheng held the two ice packs and sucked in his breath.

Song Wenxing stretched out his hand and squeezed the ice pack, oh, it's really cold.It was so hard that his fingers trembled from the cold.

"If it's not enough, how can you reduce stasis and swelling?" The doctor took a look at Lu Zhicheng.

Lu Zhicheng tried to struggle: "But it's really cold, I want to go back to sleep, there will be an announcement tomorrow morning..."

"I said you people, like trainees and mentors, work day and night, do you still want to be healthy?" The doctor snapped the folder shut, "No matter how cold you are, you have to go down the swelling."

"But..." Lu Zhicheng frowned.

"I'm doing this for your own good and taking responsibility for your body!" The doctor said earnestly, but suddenly changed the subject, "How long do you sleep every day?"

Lu Zhicheng thought for a while, and said with some uncertainty: "...About four hours?"

"How can this work!" The doctor's tone suddenly rose, "If you don't sleep well, your liver is bad, your liver is bad, other organs..."

The doctor scolded Lu Zhicheng, and Lu Zhicheng, who was wronged, could only bow his head and be scolded honestly.

Song Wenxing sat on the sidelines with folded arms and watched coldly, and even wanted to applaud the doctor.

Good scolding, good scolding!

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the training, the doctor suddenly turned his head and said to Song Wenxing: "I have other things to go out now, you are here to help me watch him, and you must not let him run away."

"Ah? Me?" Song Wenxing pointed to his nose, and glanced at Lu Zhicheng with a reluctance.

"Yes, it's just you." The doctor nodded, "Last time you ate ice cream and got sick, he was the one who guarded you all night, right? Now is your chance to repay your favor."

Song Wenxing: "..."

Lu Zhicheng smiled: "Doctor, I can apply it here myself, my assistant will come later, let him go back to sleep."

Hearing what he said, the doctor looked at Song Wenxing again and asked, "Then you..."

"I'm here to accompany him." Song Wenxing said angrily.

Lu Zhicheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "...Okay."

The doctor left the infirmary, and brought the little girl who was still apologizing before leaving.

After the door slammed shut, the infirmary returned to silence.

Lu Zhicheng sat on the hospital bed, his uninjured leg lay flat on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, his injured leg was bent up, and his trousers were rolled up to his knees.

Holding an ice pack, he applied the bruises on his legs while looking up at Song Wenxing's expression.

Song Wenxing sat on the stool beside the bed, sulking with a stern face.

If he doesn't speak, Lu Zhicheng doesn't speak.

Silence for a while.

In the end, it was Lu Zhicheng who spoke first.

"Don't be angry." He stretched out his hand and gently tugged at Song Wenxing's sleeve.

Song Wenxing pulled his arm away from his hand, really angry.

"Don't be angry." Lu Zhicheng's voice became low, as if he was very disappointed, "Just talk to me."

Song Wenxing still kept a straight face, refusing to speak.

Lu Zhicheng was silent, Song Wenxing didn't let him pull his sleeves, so he pinched Song Wenxing's clothes with his fingers, stubbornly refusing to let go.

After a while, Song Wenxing suddenly noticed that Lu Zhicheng's fingers seemed to be shaking.

The next second, Lu Zhicheng said: "... I didn't think about it that much at the time, I just knew that I couldn't hurt you. If you were hit by a car, I..."

Song Wenxing finally raised his head to look at him.

At this time, the depressed Lu Zhicheng suddenly realized that Song Wenxing's eyes were red at some point.

He froze: "Why do you..."

"I didn't mean to lose my temper with you." Song Wenxing stared at Lu Zhicheng's face for two seconds, tears suddenly fell from his eyes unexpectedly, "I'm just afraid..."

"Hey, don't cry." Lu Zhicheng didn't expect Song Wenxing to cry, so he panicked.

He put down the ice pack in his hand, struggled to pull the paper on the bedside table, and reached out to wipe Song Wenxing's tears.

Song Wenxing bit his lower lip and remained silent, letting Lu Zhicheng wipe away his tears with a tissue.

It's just that his tears can't stop like a gate has been opened.

I don't know why I am so sad.

Not only sadness, but also worry and fear, all kinds of complex emotions merged together and burst out one by one.

Song Wenxing looked at Lu Zhicheng who was wiping away his tears anxiously, and suddenly asked: "Lu Zhicheng, do you have something to hide from me?"

Hearing this sentence, Lu Zhicheng's hand stopped suddenly.

He raised his head, stared into Song Wenxing's eyes, was silent for two seconds, and answered the irrelevant question: "Wenxing, do you...remember something?"

Song Wenxing gritted his teeth, wiped the tears off his face with the back of his hand, and glared at him: "What do you remember? What can I think of?"

Lu Zhicheng's brows and eyes seemed to soften under the light of the incandescent lamp: "No, I just..."

"I seem to have dreamed about you." Song Wenxing interrupted him, "But I can't tell whether it's a memory or a dream. Although I can't see the face clearly, I always have a feeling in my heart that the person seems to be you."

"What did you dream about me?" Lu Zhicheng leaned back against the head of the bed again, his eyelashes fluttered with the movement of his eyes down, and his voice was very soft.

"It's a very strange dream. I should have told you last time. I dreamed that when I was young, when I came home from school, the bus I was riding suddenly flipped over and caught fire..." Mentioning this incident, Song Wenxing's tone became a little low, "At that time, an older brother rescued me and pushed me out of the car."

He didn't notice that the line of Lu Zhicheng's shoulders seemed to be stiff for a while.

But it was only for a moment, and then it stretched out immediately.

Lu Zhicheng looked up at Song Wenxing, hummed lightly, and signaled him to continue talking.

"I did have a car accident before, the car overturned, it caught fire, and many people died... But when I woke up, I was already in the hospital. There was no brother around me, and my parents didn't mention it to me. So I I can't tell whether it's a dream or my own imagination." Song Wenxing finished the rest.

After Lu Zhicheng finished listening, he didn't say anything, but just smiled: "Do you think that person looks like me?"

Song Wenxing didn't answer.He frowned, and glanced at Lu Zhicheng's leg with a little anxiety.

why does it feel like...

Is it a coincidence?

At this moment, Lu Zhicheng suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Wenxing.

Song Wenxing was taken aback, his shoulders tensed suddenly, and then slowly relaxed.

The long-awaited heat finally wrapped his entire hand as he wished. He looked at Lu Zhicheng who was leaning on the bedside and slowly closing his eyelids, and his heart was soon filled with a soft and sour emotion.

There was a tacit understanding, and no one spoke again.

It's a pity that this peaceful tacit understanding didn't last long, and the doctor who left halfway came back soon.

Therefore, this conversation of unknown meaning had to be suspended, and the two people who secretly held hands could only let go in time.

They didn't stay in the infirmary for long, Lu Zhicheng's little assistant rushed over quickly and took Lu Zhicheng away.

Before leaving, the doctor also solemnly told Lu Zhicheng to apply ice packs honestly, and absolutely not to use ice packs just because he felt cold.

Lu Zhicheng took away the two ice packs with a sad face, and the doctor still stood behind him and said, "Remember to return the ice packs when you're done."

Lu Zhicheng: "...Understood."

Lu Zhicheng still insisted on sending Song Wenxing back to the downstairs of the dormitory, and let the little assistant wait in the car.

Looking at the back of the child's hairy head, he remembered the way the other party scolded him with red eyes and red nose just now, and his heart softened suddenly.

The milk is fierce and the milk is fierce, and she also likes duplicity.

In the dead of night, the atmosphere is just right, very suitable for saying some ambiguous lines, or holding hands secretly again.

Lu Zhicheng cleared his throat and was about to say good night when Song Wenxing suddenly turned around and said to him seriously: "Remember to apply ice."

Lu Zhicheng: "..."

Song Wenxing: "Remember to return it when you run out."

Lu Zhicheng: "...Understood."

The brewing romance was still held back by Lu Zhicheng, and the two of them became normal and individual.

After tossing around for most of the night, after Song Wenxing returned to the dormitory, he didn't even dare to take a shower, for fear of waking up his roommate.

He changed his pajamas in the dark, climbed into bed, rolled himself into the quilt, and fell asleep deeply.

Probably frightened by Lu Zhicheng's injury, Song Wenxing didn't sleep well in the second half of the night.

In his dream, he repeatedly dreamed of the scene of the bus rolling over and catching fire. The smell of burning, billowing smoke and the cries of the crowd kept lingering in the dream.

In the dream, Song Wenxing was sitting on the hot asphalt road, staring blankly at the burning bus in the distance, unable to pull up the strength to get up as if it had taken root.

Suddenly, he felt a wet touch in his palm.

……what is this?

Song Wenxing lowered his head trembling, but saw a pool of blood dripping on the ground, and his hand was pressing on the blood.

He stared at the pool of blood in horror, his body began to tremble.

After being dazed for a few seconds, Song Wenxing raised his head again as if sensing something.

Then, he saw the blood-soaked boy standing in front of him, his face turned pale due to excessive blood loss, but the corners of his mouth still curled into an inexplicably reassuring arc.

"Don't be afraid, we are fine." The boy said.

It was a familiar voice, and a familiar relaxed tone.

This time, Song Wenxing finally saw the other party's face covered by the fog.

It was exactly who he thought he was.

The person who fell into a horrible dream with him was Lu Zhicheng.

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