Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

The address Man Zishi gave was building d.

Ji Yichuan stood at the bottom of the building panting, looking up at the whole building.

Building d is the teacher's office building, and the surrounding environment is much better than other buildings. Through the snowflakes in the sky, Ji Yichuan saw the newly painted 'd' on the wall, which was dazzling red.

Because of running for too long, there was an unbearable rusty smell in his throat, Ji Yichuan swallowed, suppressed the bloody smell with all his might, and stepped up.

Going up the steps, looking at the gloomy corridor, Ji Yichuan suddenly remembered that he had been to the D floor once.

And that time, Chen Putao was still by her side.

He twitched the corner of his mouth bitterly, and pushed open the nearest door.

He didn't even ask Man Zishi where the information came from, he was confused and wandered around the campus, even if it was a building that others casually mentioned, he had to drag his body and run.

He fumbled, feeling like he couldn't think at all.

The wooden door swung open, and there was a large office with about seven or eight desks scattered around. Ji Yichuan quickly walked around the room.

very normal.

Ji Yichuan didn't waste any time, he went out, looked at the long, cold corridor again, with his palms resting on the wall, the biting cold passed through the tiles to his palms, and continued to run forward alone.

Old grapes are awakened by freezing.

Between dreaming and waking up, he closed his eyelids and looked at everything in front of him in a daze. His consciousness was like a loose net, floating around endlessly, unable to condense, unable to think.

Relying on his body memory, he raised his hand.

It is said to be lifted, but the distance from the fingertips to the ground is only a short stroke.

Because the right hand has been rubbing against the ground, the entire back of the hand is covered with dust, which makes the half of the footprint on the back of the hand appear shallower.

Chen Putao stared blankly at his right hand, then at his frozen calf, opened his pale lips mechanically, and exhaled slowly.

His body temperature was so low that even his exhaled breath trembled.

Relying on his survival instinct, he straightened up slightly, with half of his palm resting on the icy cold ground.

His movement was so small that it was almost invisible, but it still involved a small muscle in his calf.

"—!"

In a daze, Chen Putao let out an almost silent gasp from his throat, which was extremely light and frightening.

This heart-piercing pain made his thoughts gather for a while, and he regained some energy. He looked at the door facing him three meters away, opened his mouth, and wanted to call for help.

However, he found that his bloody throat was sticking to the cold, and he could hardly make a sound.

Despair welled up in him.

His cheeks, which were already frozen white, turned gray even more.

"Ji Yichuan—" He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He forced himself to stabilize his mind, using his wrist as a support, vigorously raised the five fingers of his right hand, and then lowered them when they were seven or eight centimeters above the ground.

The slow and crisp knocking sound immediately filled the entire room.

Chen Putao didn't know if anyone could hear it except himself. He only knew that this was his last resort, because he found that the pain in his calf had disappeared. To be precise, he could no longer feel the pain.

After an unknown amount of time, a terrifying drowsiness flooded my mind again. Chen Putao's consciousness began to slacken uncontrollably, her senses became dull, and her movements became slower and slower.

A loud "clang" woke up Chen Putao who was in a daze.

He raised his head slowly.

It's Ji Yichuan.

The moment Chen Putao fell into a coma, he couldn't tell what kind of mood he had in watching Ji Yichuan running towards him, but there was one thing that he would never doubt.

When Ji Yichuan came, he stepped on the light.

He is his hero.

The ambulance came just in time.

Looking at the unconscious boy in her son's arms, Ji Bojian was stunned.

The boy wore his own scarf around his neck, and Ji Yichuan's padded clothes covered his body, enveloping his entire figure, but where the padded clothes couldn't cover, Ji Bojian saw his blood-stained calf.

It even said that there was a fruit knife half inserted in it.

No one had the courage to draw the knife without authorization, so they could only let it stick in Chen Putao's calf.

shocking.

Ji Yichuan delivered the person in his arms to the doctor with his own hands, watched the doctor nod his head, and his heart that had been hanging was able to fall down.

I also belatedly felt that my legs were sore.

He wanted to accompany him to the ambulance, but was stopped by the doctor.

The doctor looked at the distraught Ji Yichuan, and persuaded him: "We can take care of the following matters, this little classmate, go get dressed first, and then go to the Third Hospital."

Ji Yichuan was in a daze, only knowing to say hello to the doctor, but he didn't take his eyes off Chen Putao, and didn't even know what the doctor said.

Chen Putao lay there quietly, like late autumn, with the last maple leaf hanging on the branch, crumbling.

If it wasn't for the news from Man Zishi, if he hadn't happened to walk to the next door, if he hadn't heard the weak knocking sound, how long would Chen Putao have to lie in that corner?

Or, why didn't he accompany him today.

At this time, the second after making sure that Chen Putao got into the ambulance, Ji Yichuan fell into a strange, deep self-blame that shouldn't exist but was unavoidable.

His face, which had been flushed from running for a long time, suddenly turned pale. He seemed to be standing on the edge of a cliff, with the abyss at his feet.

The ambulance left.

Ji Yichuan blamed himself, his brows were gloomy, he watched the ambulance galloping away, licked the dry corners of his mouth, stood still, did not move half a step.

"Dad, I'm not supposed to go to the test today, if I'm with him, I won't—"

Ji Bojian sighed helplessly, he couldn't figure out why he gave birth to a stupid son, he raised his foot and kicked Ji Yichuan out of this thought.

"What are you thinking? Don't go back and put on some clothes!" Ji Bojian picked up the car keys and shook them in front of his eyes, "After you're done, I'll take you to the Third Hospital."

"Okay, I'll go back to the dormitory now."

"It's okay, don't think about it." Ji Bojian took a long leg and followed Ji Yichuan in front. He looked at his son who was about the same height as him, and stretched out his hand to rub his head uncomfortably. "The police have already investigated, according to Surveillance did not find any evidence of Zhang Donghai entering and exiting University A, Zuo Liu should have done this alone. Don't worry, Dad will find someone surnamed Zuo to avenge you."

"Big Zuo and Xiao Zuo, settle old and new grudges together!"

Ji Yichuan saw that he didn't speak, and after a while, he lowered his head, slightly lifting the corners of his mouth that had been frozen and stiff in the cold wind. "Um."

"When changing clothes, give me this thatch of yours to tidy up!" Ji Bojian squeezed his hands, recalling the strange touch before, his eyes flickered, all unnatural.

When Ji Yichuan arrived at the hospital, Chen Putao was still in the operating room.

Seeing the dazzling red light flashing, Ji Yichuan forced himself to calm down again and again, but no matter how many times he took a deep breath, the restless mood was always entangled in his heart like a poisonous snake.

As time passed, he wanted to check the time and reached into his pocket, only to find that he had just changed his clothes.

And the mobile phone was still in the padded clothes before, and it was still on Chen Putao.

He suddenly let go of all his strength and collapsed on the waiting chair beside him, curled up like a newborn child, lowered his head and covered his eyes.

A stream of wetness covered the fingertips.

When he was running aimlessly around A University, he was able to open his eyes against the cold wind, but now because of a mobile phone, tears oozed from the corners of his eyes.

No prospects.