Xia Lang

So, it's just a matter of grabbing a handful of melon seeds.

It's just that Song Linju doesn't quite understand that he has to watch any drama even in the pouring rain.

He didn't think he was that good-looking fighting those gangsters.

Thinking of his inattentive and high-spirited attitude that day, Song Linju lowered his eyes coldly, turned around and walked out.

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The author has something to say:

Li Ruxin watched from the other side a few days ago, and Song Neng hit him now, hehe, the cycle of karma, the retribution is not good.

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Just one step away from the umbrella that was almost full of water, Song Linju stopped in his tracks.

Just bend down, pick up the umbrella, leave, don't look back, this matter can be regarded as not seeing, even...

didn't happen.

What does his life have to do with him?Didn't he do the same?

Hang it high, even watch it as a play.

He didn't want to cause trouble.

Song Linju was about to move his legs.

But his ankle that had been held was hot and hot at the moment, with a scorching heat that could not be extinguished by the cold and heavy rain.

It seemed that the man's hand was still clasped around his ankle, pulling him, and forcefully wanted him to help him.

Song Linju wanted to pick up the umbrella that was within reach.

But his green pine tall and straight waist is too straight to bend.

He didn't stand in a stalemate with himself for too long, a sigh was scattered in this majestic rainy night, and it melted into this water mist.

Li Zhaozhuo, who was lying on the ground, was on the verge of waking up and losing consciousness. His body was completely out of control due to the drug, but his brain could still vaguely perceive what was happening outside.

It took the last of his strength to grab Song Linju.

But he broke free and he left.

Being abandoned, Li Zhaozhuo didn't feel much resentment in his heart.

They were not familiar with each other, and he had watched one of his plays a few days ago.

He has no reason, and he has no obligation to help him.

Hearing the sound of footsteps treading water from the alley, Li Zhaozhuo cursed in his heart, feeling that his luck was really bad today.

There was a shadow in the blur, and the man was very quiet, neither spitting nor shouting.

Silently, he pulled him up steadily, took his hand and put it on his shoulder, clasped his cool hand around his waist, and stuck it to the flesh through the wet to transparent clothes.

The protruding shoulders of his hands made him judge that the person who picked him up was a little thin, but judging from the movement of him half-embracing himself and leaving without difficulty, this person was definitely not weak.

Leaning against the man's face with his powerlessly drooping head, he could vaguely smell a fragrance, like a flower fragrance, but he couldn't tell what kind of flower fragrance it was.

Faintly, the smell of a mixture of various floral fragrances is strangely not sweet and greasy, but rather refreshing, just like the fragrance of flowers blooming in early spring. It is obviously the season of recovery of all things, but the fragrance still has a hint of the coldness of winter that has not dissipated.

He wasn't the group looking for him.

That group of people looked like thugs who had been in the bar for a long time, and they didn't have a strange smell of smoke on their bodies. How could they have such a good smell on their bodies.

During the long journey, Li Zhaozhuo's last sliver of consciousness rested on his pillow with the pleasant fragrance.

Before going home, Song Linju called Lin Qiuman first.

Lin Qiuman said that he is a little busy tonight, and he may not be able to go home until very late, so he can eat by himself.

His house is on the 6th floor and there is no elevator.

Even if it was Song Linju, he was tired and sweating profusely when he brought the comatose Li Zhaozhuo home.

Back in his room, after scanning for a week, Song Linju let go and let Li Zhaozhuo slide down.

It was impossible for him to put Li Zhaozhuo, who was covered in mud and sand, on his bed.

Li Zhaozhuo, who was in a coma, fell to the floor and made a thud, which sounded like pain.

"Li Zhaozhuo?" Song Linju bent down and patted his cold face.

There was no reaction at all, like a sculpture, even the eyelashes were still.

It seems that there is no consciousness at all.

He also thought that as long as Li Zhaozhuo had a little consciousness, he would ask the unfinished number from his mouth.

After raining for a long time, he suddenly returned to the room, wrapped in the heater, the clothes on his body seemed to be coated with a thick layer of glue, clinging to his body, it was so sticky, Song Linju frowned slightly.

Regardless of the people on the ground, Song Linju picked up his pajamas and went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower.

After such a short round trip, the faces of the people on the ground seemed to be even paler.

Song Linju squatted down and stared at Li Zhaozhuo who was in a mess.

The crop-headed boy frowned tightly even though he was unconscious and fierce, and his thin lips subconsciously pursed into a sharp and straight arc.

It seems that as long as you do something bad to him, he will immediately open his eyes and pounce on you to grab your neck.

Dangerous and not easy to mess with.

But with raindrops hanging on his sharp brows and eyes, his pale face, and his body covered in injuries, he seemed somewhat fragile.

Not much, but it directly hits people's hearts.

His tenacity and forbearance, without showing timidity, is far more attractive than some people's frowning and tears.

The implicit and unconscious fragility is far more distressing than the exposed fragility.

Without thinking for too long, Song Linju took off Li Zhaozhuo's dirty clothes, leaving only boxers.

The drooping eyes glanced slightly, dispelling the idea of ​​throwing him directly into the bathtub to soak.

The man had injuries all over his body, small scrapes and glass cuts.

There are many scattered wounds, but they are all flesh wounds, not serious, and there is even a kind of abusive sex appeal on this smooth and powerful wheat-colored body.

Bulging muscles, scars, spreading blood...

Song Linju averted his eyes and went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water.

Wipe off the muddy water on his body, find out the medical kit, and disinfect the equipment.

After rinsing the wound with normal saline, use tweezers to carefully remove the shattered glass stuck in the flesh.

The sleeping boy seemed to feel the cold pain penetrating into his flesh, and panted impatiently, with a dull hoarseness.

Insuffering vague panting, in this quiet room where only the sound of rain can be heard, there is something indescribably hot and ambiguous, which is inexplicably shameful.

Song Linju, who was concentrating on treating the wound, heard such a sound suddenly, his steady hands trembled, and the front end of the tweezers grazed glass shards and sank into the fleshy wound on his abdomen.

The strong chest of the man on the ground heaved and heaved deeply, as if the pain was severe, his breathing became heavier, and his deep abdominal muscles came alive like fish swimming.

The hoarse voice that filled the small room seemed to be on fire, and it slammed into Song Linju's ear arbitrarily, and burned it directly on the white pinna.

Fearing that his hands would shake again, Song Linju immediately pulled out his slightly sunken tweezers.

Blood flowed down the wound, drawing a thin red line on the abdomen full of strength, like a smooth chocolate cake, a clumsy apprentice accidentally dripped strawberry jam.

Song Linju's gaze followed the drop of blood to the ground, and he suddenly felt a little troubled.

He opened his left hand subconsciously to push the glasses, but the push was empty.

His cold fingers brushed his soft and warm eyelashes before he suddenly realized that his glasses had been crushed a few days ago, and the new ones hadn't been matched yet.

After pinching his eyebrows, Song Linju continued to move, his methodical movements revealing a little helplessness.

Who told me to bring him back.

You can't throw him on the ground overnight and let him fend for himself, right?

Fortunately, no matter whether it was picking glass, cleaning, or bandaging, he didn't make any more noise.

Extreme pain means that the muscles tense and tremble unconsciously, as if the few panting just now are just not too adaptable.

Song Linju heaved a sigh of relief and quickened his movements.

After finally treating Li Zhaozhuo's wounds, Song Linju took out the extra quilt and spread it on the ground, threw Li Zhaozhuo on it and left him alone.

Busy and busy, it was getting late, Song Linju turned off the lights in the room, turned on the desk lamp, finished two papers and went to sleep.

The glare of the sun shone on the eyelids, and Li Zhaozhuo's consciousness gradually returned.

His back was so stiff, the strange smell lingering at the tip of his nose, and his tired and tingling body made him almost immediately recall what happened last night.

He didn't open his eyes immediately, but listened quietly to the sounds around him.

There was another person's footsteps in the room, soft and clean, not dragging and kicking, sounding well-bred.

The footsteps stopped, followed by the movement of the chair, and the crisp sound of the collision of bowls and chopsticks, indicating that the owner of this room may be eating.

What kind of person will he be?

Li Zhaozhuo thought of his slightly hurt shoulder yesterday, and the good smell on his body.

He slowly opened his eyes, scalded by the sun, and sat up with his hands shielding his eyes. His vision was blurred just after waking up, but Li Zhaozhuo could roughly see the structure of the room.

Refreshing light blue is the main color, simple and neat, the bookshelves are full of books, covering a wide range of subjects, most of which are related to medicine.

Judging from the thick stack of exercises on the desk, the owner of this room is a high school student like him.

The bed beside him was neatly folded.

He said why he felt flustered.

Sleeping on the ground, only a thin layer of cotton pads, can you not get sick?

"Wake up." A pair of light blue solid-color slippers appeared in front of the wide-open door.

The visitor's feet were very white, and the black blood vessels on the cold white insteps were clearly visible in the sunlight, blue and white, like the clear blue in the white jade.

Strangely beautiful.

Li Zhaozhuo couldn't help but take a few more glances.

He swept across the straight body, raised his eyes and looked up, his brows slightly raised, a little surprised.

Isn't this a bookworm... Song Linju?

How could he be the one who saved him?Didn't he break free and leave?

He remembered that he was the first person to be caught last night. Although he couldn't see clearly, he had declared his family, he remembered clearly.

After reporting to the house, he immediately threw him to the ground while he was out of strength, and left without looking back.

There was no pause.

Good fellow, at that time he thought that his fame would fall into the hands of those shady bugs.

Looking down at Li Zhaozhuo, the expression on Li Zhaozhuo's face gradually changed from surprise to gloom that the sun could not suppress.

Although Song Linju didn't know what he was thinking, it was not a good thing after all.

Especially since he wasn't so...friendly to him yesterday.