How the protagonist was marked by the poor

Wen Yuan didn't have time to contact Zhou Ting, and couldn't get a taxi, so he ran directly to the cake shop.

The setting sun elongated his shadow, and the hair on his forehead was completely wet.

Wen Yuan hadn't run like this for a long time, it was as if a stone was in his chest, heavy and heavy.

But he didn't care about these at all.

Shi Yao was hacked.

This was the only sentence left in his mind.

When we arrived, the shop owner was not there, only a young man with yellow hair was busy in front. Wen Yuan saw that he looked familiar, and suddenly remembered that it was the guy from the Internet cafe.

"What about him?" Wen Yuan panted a few times.

Huang Mao pointed to the back and said, "It's serious. You should go and have a look."

"How?" Wen Yuan asked.

"Go and ask him yourself," Huang Mao's subordinates moved swiftly, and it was obvious that they did not miss the job. "I received a call from Brother Shi in the afternoon, and he asked me to take his shift for a while. He was already like this when he came back." .”

The corners of Wen Yuan's lips were straightened, and his eyes were like tumbling sea water. He didn't speak, and went straight to the back.

The back looked like a storage room, Shi Yao sat on a bench with his head bowed, his clothes were soaked, his wrists were simply bandaged, but his fingertips were dripping with blood.

It looks serious.

Wen Yuan looked at the small piece of blood on the ground, and Shi Yao's indifferent appearance, his anger rose, and he said fiercely: "Shi Yao, if you want to die, you should die far away, don't get in my eyes here .”

"At the same table," Shi Yao looked up when he heard the voice, "I'm fine, don't worry."

"Which eye of yours sees that I'm worried about you," Wen Yuan's voice was cold, "How about I give you another shot on the right side, which is just symmetrical."

Shi Yao smiled weakly, his lips were originally pale, but now they were almost white, "You can't bear to give you a knife."

Wen Yuan looked at her lips for a while, then frowned, "Go, go to the hospital."

"Hospital," Shi Yao glanced at the red gauze on his hand, "I can't go there." He looked up at Wen Yuan again and said, "I don't like hospitals, the smell is too bad."

"I don't like the hospital. The last time I stayed with me in the hospital for so long?" Wen Yuan said.

"That's different," Shi Yao looked up, and when he stared at the person, his eyes seemed to melt a layer of mist, and he said with a little pitifulness, "At the same table, don't let me go, okay, I really don't have much event."

He raised his hand and shook Wen Yuan: "Look, it's really all right."

Wen Yuan frowned, and asked him again indifferently: "Are you going or not?"

"I won't go," Shi Yao said firmly like an angry child at the moment, "I won't go even if I die."

"Okay," Wen Yuan stared into his eyes for a moment, then turned and left.

He was very angry and thought, love to go or not.

No matter how much blood is lost, it doesn't matter to me.

Shi Yao looked at his back, thin and tall, wearing a thin T-shirt that outlined the outline of his shoulder blades.

It's already October and the weather is turning cold.

He didn't even have time to put on his coat.

Shi Yao couldn't tell what it was like, but seeing Wen Yuan's figure about to disappear around the corner, he was flustered, so he quickly stood up and shouted: "Wen Yuan."

Because the movement was too big, he pulled the wound again, and he grinned in pain.

"Damn, it really hurts."

Wen Yuan stood still at the corner, turned to look at him, his black eyes were emotionless, like a statue.

"It hurts so much," Shi Yao suddenly covered the wound, and asked him in some pain, "I'm not going to die, my deskmate."

"Well," Wen Yuan watched him act, and was very cooperative when it was over, "It won't last more than three seconds."

It's not enough to just say it, and count the countdown: "Three, two,"

Before Yi could say it, Shi Yao stretched out his hand in surrender, "I was wrong, why don't I go to the hospital?"

"Chopped?" The little nurse looked at the wound, her eyes rolled a few times between the two of them, "Did you two fight?"

"Huh?" Shi Yao frowned, smiled and said to the nurse, "Have you ever seen someone send someone to the hospital after a fight?"

Wen Yuan did not have so many words as Shi Yao, and said concisely: "How is the wound?"

"Not very good," the little nurse ignored the outburst, frowning and said, "The wound is too big and needs stitches."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Shi Yao and said, "You are still students, how did you get such a long wound?"

"Being brave enough to see justice," Shi Yao didn't care much about this, he only cared about the stitches just mentioned, he clicked his tongue and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"I've suffered such a deep knife wound," Wen Yuan snorted mockingly, "The hero Shi is still worried about the pain?"

Shi Yao felt a little toothache.

Instinctively, it is better to talk less, Wen Yuan seems to be in a bad mood.

"It doesn't hurt," the nurse said very gently, "I will give you anesthesia."

The corners of Shi Yao's lips twitched a few times: "Can I stop hitting?"

He is most afraid of injections.

Nurse:"???"

It was the first time I heard such a weird request.

When sewing stitches, Shi Yao didn't dare to look over there, Wen Yuan looked at his lips, they were even whiter than before, he seemed really scared.

He walked over silently, put his hand in front of Shi Yao's eyes and said, "Grab it."

Shi Yao raised his head and looked at him suspiciously: "Huh?"

Wen Yuan hated repeating a sentence the most, but today his patience was exceptionally good. He raised his head a little unnaturally and said, "When it hurts, grab your hands."

Only then did Shi Yao realize that he couldn't laugh or cry, did he use his hand as a wooden board?When he rolled his eyes, he suddenly had evil intentions, and said, "Can you bite?"

Wen Yuan pursed his lips, thought for a while, and raised his hand to his lips.

His fingers were white and slender, and the bony joints seemed to have a layer of blush on them, with a touch of pink.

"Bite it." Wen Yuan said with long eyelashes drooping.

Shi Yao was a little stunned, and the doctor next to him who was stitching first laughed, "Young man, you're not so delicate."

Shi Yao's face turned red which was rare, and he said, "No need, it's actually not very painful."

After the sun set on the horizon, the lights of the city came on one after another.

Many shops along the street were closed, and the two walked on the long road.

Shi Yao's wrist was wrapped with gauze, Wen Yuan raised his eyelids indifferently, and looked at him: "How did you do it?"

"Huh?" Shi Yao's eyes reflected the lights in the distance, and they were extraordinarily bright, "Didn't I tell you when I was in the hospital? He was injured for his righteousness."

Wen Yuan took a breath and stepped forward.

Be brave.

Who is fooling with the hospital set?

"Really, at the same table," Shi Yao said with a smile, "I didn't lie to you."

"Oh," Wen Yuan stopped, "Who are you brave enough to do?"

"You've seen that person before." Shi Yao said.

Wen Yuan frowned, not remembering.

Shi Yao said, "It's the little girl I met at KFC earlier."

"Wu Qiandong was the one who hurt you?" Wen Yuan never thought it would be him, "Why?"

Although he saw that there was something wrong with Wu Qiandong at the time, he looked like an old pervert, but he didn't expect him to do it in broad daylight.

Shi Yao seemed to have seen through it long ago, snorted coldly, and went to get a cigarette again, Wen Yuan stopped him: "Do you remember what the doctor said?"

"Uh... accidentally forgot," Shi Yao resentfully withdrew his hand, "Is there any candy? I'm a bit addicted to smoking recently."

Wen Yuan took out a piece of candy and handed it to him.

Shi Yao looked at his pocket, a little surprised: "I've never seen you eat candy on weekdays. Why do you carry it with you every day?"

"None of your business." Wen Yuan said indifferently, "Whether you eat or not."

"Eat, of course." Shi Yao stuffed the candy into his mouth, and said suddenly: "When I went, that girl was taken to an alley. The surrounding buildings were going to be demolished, and the residents had almost left. A group of old people who are hard of hearing."

Wen Yuan never thought that some people could be so disgusting.

"When I arrived, the girl's voice was almost hoarse from crying." Shi Yao touched the candy with the tip of his tongue, "Fortunately, it's not too late, the girl only suffered a little trauma, but I didn't expect that **** Wu Qiandong to carry it with me. Knives."

"Did he see you?" Wen Yuan was a little cold, and the surrounding lights were bright. The two of them walked into the dark bridge hole, and the cold wind came directly in front of them. He froze for a moment, frowned and said, "Did you recognize you?"

"I don't know," Shi Yao said, "I was wearing a mask at the time, but I really don't know if I recognize it or not."

In fact, Wen Yuan didn't understand.

When he was at KFC, Wu Qiandong's behavior had already exceeded the rules, and he also noticed the girl's rejection reaction.

Why did he follow Wu Qiandong to such a remote place?

Shi Yao seemed to have seen through his thoughts, pinched his fingers and said, "Because the habits they left behind since elementary school have been deeply ingrained, few people dare to openly object to what the teacher said."

Even if they sensed something, they dared not say it or resist.

"That's why," Wen Yuan lowered his eyelashes, "people like Wu Qiandong took advantage of the loopholes."

Shi Yao didn't speak, but felt that the taste of sugar in his mouth was too greasy and turned into a bitter taste.

"Are you still going to class tomorrow?" Wen Yuan asked him.

"Go," Shi Yao looked up, "I need to meet our dear math teacher."

Shi Yao's hands and feet were inconvenient, so he could only go to Wen Yuan's house again, just like Qian Duoduo, eating and drinking.

Fortunately, the mother and daughter of the shepherd family like him very much.

On Monday, Shi Yao and Wen Yuan entered the school together, and several girls around screamed and looked for their phones in a panic.

Shi Yao turned his head and blocked Wen Yuan with his uninjured arm. He was very gentlemanly and said to the little girls, "You can shoot me, but you are not allowed to shoot my deskmate."

Another scream.

This scene continued until the first class.

After the bell rang, the gentle and gentle Chinese teacher who was originally wearing a long skirt did not enter the door. Instead, Wu Qiandong walked in with a textbook in his arms.

"Students, have a nice holiday," Wu Qiandong smiled warmly, "The math teacher who is going bald is back again, aren't you disappointed?"

Humorous as always, looks unchanged.

Wen Yuan looked away from the podium, lowered his head and thought: "Could it be that you didn't recognize it?"

However, in the middle of the class, Wu Qiandong's eyes suddenly locked on Shi Yao.

When he said the first half of the sentence, he still smiled gently, but when he stood in front of Shi Yao, his face suddenly darkened.

He stared at Shi Yao, his cloudy eyes were motionless, and he was a little terrified when he looked at people. He only heard him say: "Shi Yao, right? Come out with me, I have something to ask you."