Xia Lang

Seeing that Song Linju was injured, Yu Zhen panicked. She didn't care about anything, and pushed away from the crowd with her puffy skirt, "Song, how are you? Are you okay?"

Called back by Yuan Yuzhen's eager voice, Li Zhaozhuo was rarely at a loss.

The hand hanging in the air wanted to confirm the injury, but he was afraid that his hand would hurt him too much. In the end, he could only rest it on his injured shoulder, like the shadow of a leaf in the sun on a passer-by. Even lighter on the shoulders.

Emotions surged, Li Zhaozhuo seemed to be blocked by something, and his voice was dry, "Are you okay?"

After Li Zhaozhuo's mind and heart were all transferred to Song Linju, Wu Yuanli heaved a sigh of relief, feeling like he had escaped a catastrophe.

Everyone surrounded him with concern, Song Linju pushed away Li Zhaozhuo, who was too close, and replied as if nothing happened, "It's okay."

Li Zhaozhuo, who was closest to him, could hear clearly, with tremors in his usual steady voice.

The stark contrast between the tightly pursed pale lips and the calm look formed a stubborn sense of vulnerability, which made Li Zhaozhuo inexplicably angry.

This man knows how to be brave.

It was obviously in pain, but he insisted on holding on, and just now, he was wearing iron armor, even if he was cut off by a sword, he would be fine, why is he a man with no equipment to join in the fun!

Li Zhaozhuo was very angry. The other party didn't care about his body at all, but he was more angry with himself.

Yuan Yuzhen has held a knight's sword before. How can such a heavy sword be safe when hit on a person? With a quiet personality, she suppressed her shyness under the worry, "Student Song, let me go to the hospital with you?"

What he wanted to say was preempted by a soft female voice. Hearing this, Li Zhaozhuo looked sideways at the girl who spoke.

The slender girl was wearing a gorgeous tutu skirt, her beautiful eyebrows were lightly frowned, her watery eyes were fixed on Song Linju, her whole body was as soft as a spring.

She seemed to be the first one to rush over just now and ask Song Linju if he was okay.

At this moment, she looked at Song Linju worriedly, as if he was the only one in her eyes, and Song Linju happened to be looking back at her.

Talented and beautiful, the real version of the prince and princess, a match made in heaven.

Li Zhaozhuo suddenly felt that he was superfluous, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head, which made his heart feel cold.

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Suddenly, he felt very boring, and even his anger subsided a lot, replaced by more self-deprecating.

What is he worried about? There are plenty of people who care.

Li Zhaozhuo's hand hanging in the air was powerless to fall.

"No, thank you." Song Linju thanked politely, but his voice was panting with pain.

Yuan Yuzhen, who was rejected, blushed a little, not knowing whether it was shyness or embarrassment.

At this time Fang Shan also spoke, "It's better to change your clothes and go to the hospital to have a look. It will be bad if you hurt your bones with such a heavy sword."

Although it was intended to help the sisters out, Fang Shan's worry was also true. She felt very guilty, as if she had cut the sword herself.

It's all my own fault, for insisting on customizing the iron sword for realism, thinking that as long as the rehearsal is done, nothing will happen, this is good, I hurt the male god.

The people around also persuaded you one by one, but Li Zhaozhuo, who was closest to him, did not speak again.

Song Linju couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart at this moment, maybe there was a little bit of grievance, accompanied by self-loathing.

The voices of the people around were messy and indistinct, like the background sound on TV. Song Linju frowned and tried to identify them, and finally he only said, "I'm fine."

It's always like this, and it doesn't matter what's annoying.

The cold answer instantly rekindled Li Zhaozhuo's anger.

He raised his hand that was sore and swollen like needles after hanging for a long time, grabbed his other uninjured hand without any explanation, and dragged him into the changing room, the door was slammed loudly by him.

The people who were left on the spot looked at each other in blank dismay, and one of them asked weakly, "They should be all right like this?"

How do they look like they are about to fight?

Fang Shan stared at the tightly closed door, the corners of her mouth gradually raised.

Could it be that Li Zhaozhuo wanted to change the male god's clothes with his own hands?Damn, it really is that the legendary people don't talk too much.

Suddenly realizing that the male god was hurt, it was not appropriate for her to laugh, so she covered her mouth with her hands and coughed twice.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, everyone, let's go."

It seems that Li Zhaozhuo should accompany the male god to the hospital for examination.

Sun Wenhao, who accidentally caught a glimpse of Fang Shan's expression, felt a little nervous in his heart. Although he was not worried that Brother Zhuo and Brother Song would fight, but...

What's the matter with the distorted expression on the face of the cultural and entertainment committee member?Laughing and crying, as if there is some serious illness in the brain.

Sun Wenhao shook his head. It was a pity that she looked like a cheerful girl before.

Wanting to laugh but not being able to, the corners of her mouth twitched wildly between presumptuousness and control, causing Fang Shan with a weird expression: "..."

From spacious and bright to cramped and dim, Li Zhaozhuo stood in front of Song Linju with his back against the door panel, with an ugly face and threatening eyes.

"Change your clothes, or I'll change for you."

Compared with being indifferent in front of everyone, his emotions are more open at this time.

Song Linju remained silent, his pupils gradually dilated, as if he was adapting to the suddenly dark environment, or looking at the person in front of him.

Seeing that Song Linju didn't respond, Li Zhaozhuo thought he didn't believe him, so he didn't say anything, and stretched out his hand directly.

Song Linju immediately pushed him away, with such force that Li Zhaozhuo took several steps back.

"I will do it myself."

The injured side hurts every time he moves, and Song Linju can only use one hand to take off his clothes.

The loose coat on the outside is okay, but the shirt inside is more difficult to handle. The buttons are not only made of gemstones for beauty, but also hollowed out metal. It is really difficult to pass through the button seams with three-dimensional and irregular shapes What's more, Song Linju still solved it with one hand.

When he got to the third button, he didn't know where it got stuck, and he couldn't untie it all the time. Li Zhaozhuo reached out his hand to help him, but he didn't expect Song Linju to subconsciously avoid his touch.

The excessive range of motion involved the wound, making Song Linju gasp.

Don't come any closer.

silence.

A thin wooden door separates the two worlds. There are noisy voices outside, while an unspeakable silence spreads inside the door.

Although the numbness and swelling had disappeared, Li Zhaozhuo's fingertips still twitched unconsciously.

Is he so against him?Even worse than when we first met.

What did he remember?Or is he angry because he's been distant for no reason during this time?

Suppressing the inexplicable bitterness and panic rising in his chest, he comforted himself that it was just right, after all, it meant that his hard work for more than two weeks had not been in vain.

He explained stiffly, "I just want to help you unbutton it."

His eyes stayed on his hand hanging in the air for a moment, and the light cast a distant shadow on Song Linju's eyes through the eyelashes, "Thank you, I can do it myself."

The appearance of his polite refusal was exactly the same as the refusal of those people's help just now.

Like he is in his heart, he is no different from those people.

What could be different?

Li Zhaozhuo asked himself, not knowing what the answer he wanted to hear.

The two were in a stalemate, and Li Zhaozhuo's mind suddenly flashed the resolute gaze of Song Linju when he blocked the sword for himself, as if he had found a legitimate reason for himself to help him.

"You were injured because of me, and I have an obligation to help you."

It's reasonable and justified, but I didn't expect to be rejected.

"It's just a hands-on effort."

Song Linju said these words lightly, so lightly that it upset Li Zhaozhuo.

Little effort?Li Zhaozhuo repeated these four words in his heart.

If it wasn't him who was about to be cut by the sword just now, but someone else, would he be so desperate to save that person?

It is undeniable that Li Zhaozhuo was extremely upset when he thought of this situation, almost for no reason, as if this was not a hypothesis, but this person had already appeared.

Li Zhaozhuo narrowed his eyes dangerously, trying to see Song Linju's blurred expression, "Just now if... the person who was attacked by the sword wasn't me, would you have shot?"

Li Zhaozhuo knew that this was hypocritical, but he didn't regret asking it.

Don't give him any more illusions.

"Yes." He replied bluntly, as if he wanted to cut something off.

If the impatience in his frowning eyes was a fully drawn bow, then the answer that followed without the slightest hesitation was the sharp arrow on the bow.

The voice fell, the arrow left the bow, and the sharp arrow went straight to the heart.

Some people rein in the precipice and prepare to stop losses in time, while some are dripping with blood but still hide their ears and steal the bell.

Along with this word, there are gemstone buttons that are entangled with the button seam.

Song Linju pushed hard, and the button was finally undone, but his white fingers were scratched by the metal on the button. He continued to unbutton it as if he didn't feel any pain.

"Go out, I will do it myself."

He turned his back, blocking Li Zhaozhuo's line of sight and at the same time refusing all possible communication.

The night outside the small window was dark, and the animals held a grand party under the moonlight, but the excitement of frogs and insects could not be transmitted into the room.

The light and shadow are separated, Li Zhaozhuo is in the light, and Song Lin, who has his back to him, is in the dark. The two are obviously very close, separated by a very thin dark line, but they are thousands of miles away.

Song Linju broke the predicament, leaving only Li Zhaozhuo in a stalemate with him.

After a while, Li Zhaozhuo said, "...then I'll go out and wait for you first."

Xu Shi's moisture was taken away by the sweltering air, and his voice was terribly dry and hoarse.

Hearing the sound of the door closing and the footsteps drifting away, Song Linju belatedly felt the pain in his fingertips pressing on the hard button. It may be because of the ten fingers connected to the heart. The small scratch was actually worse than the injury on the shoulder. more pain.