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This is the second time I've seen Yan Qian get hurt.

The first time was two years ago. A bullet left a long gash on her left arm. The blood soaked her entire sleeve. I was terrified to see it, but she laughed and said that the light-colored clothes Really impatient with injuries, even a little injury can be seen.

I approached her step by step. This time she was wearing very dark clothes. I could smell blood, but I couldn't tell how badly she was hurt.She couldn't even hook the corners of her mouth anymore, she looked at me calmly, only showing a little bit of patience from her frowning brows.She must have been in a lot of pain.

I quickly opened the door, trying to help her in, but she didn't move, raised her chin and pointed to the opposite side, motioning for me to open that door.She wants to go there, last time she was there alone to deal with the wound, but I know that this time she has nothing to do by herself.

"I can help you, I can." I said, reaching out again.

"There's blood," she said.

These two words were inaudible, but they were extremely persistent. I hesitated for a second, and went in to get the key to the opposite door.

She was injured around the abdomen, and when I helped her lie on the sofa, almost her entire weight was on me, but when I wanted to take a look at her injury, she stopped me again.

"Don't look, Murong." She pulled out an extremely weak smile, "You can't stand it."

I can take it.

I can take it... I just can't take it seeing her suffer.

So I stubbornly wanted to lift the corner of her clothes. At this moment, someone opened the door behind me.

There was a "hum" in my mind, I turned around in surprise, my heart was beating violently, and I was at a loss for a moment because of fear, who is it...

"It's okay." I heard Yan Qian say behind me, and she even raised her hand to stroke my shoulder.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

The visitor was carrying a huge box. When he saw me, he didn't even move his eyelids. He went straight to Yan Qian, put the box down, and opened it. It was full of medical equipment.

"Murong, you go back first, I'm fine." Yan Qian spoke again.

I understand.

This time I didn't insist, I almost meekly left this bloody room.

She's sure to be fine, although she looks badly hurt, but someone can help her, right? That person doesn't look panicked at all, and he's very professional.

I walked back to my living room, turned off the lights, and sat upright in the dark.

Once again, I really realized the distance between me and Yan Qian, not because I don't know anything about her, but because no matter how much I know, it still won't help.For her, I have never been a person who can stand side by side, no matter what my identity is, lover, relative, or even friend, if I must stand by her side, I can only become her burden.

At best, I am an old flowering tree that she encounters by chance during her travels. She may treasure me in her photo album, or revisit the old place after many years. If I am still there, she will be happy in her heart.This is already the best ending.

Fortunately, I have realized this truth not long ago.

I don't know how long I sat in the dark, and finally I heard someone knock on the door.

It was the man just now.He was very tall and silent, with a very sharp scar on the brow bone that ran up to the top of his forehead and sank into his hairline.

"She's fine and resting." He didn't come in, just stood there, the other door behind him didn't even close, "Thank you."

Thanks for what?I didn't do anything, she didn't need me to do anything for her.In what capacity is he here to express his gratitude to me?

"You're welcome," I said.

"This place is not suitable for recuperating. I will take her away later."

Ah, he is just saying goodbye to me.

"it is good."

"Is this yours?" He handed over a bunch of keys.

I took it, "Thank you."

He nodded slightly, then turned and walked into the door, closing the door.

So, it’s okay to be shallow, that’s fine.

I also closed the door, as if I had just come home from get off work, took off my shoes, hung my coat on the hanger, and went to the counter to pour myself a glass of water.

I didn't remember to take out my phone until I finished drinking a glass of water. It was almost twelve o'clock, and there was no news from Qianli.

I made a quick phone call.It was connected quickly, but she did not speak for a long time.

I sighed inwardly, "Qianli?"

"Murong, I'm back in the dormitory, and I'm getting ready to sleep." She said in a low voice, as if she was really going to sleep.

It was the first time I heard her calling my name and talking to me in such...a flat tone.They are usually cheerful, or angry, or shy, in short, full of energy.

"Didn't you tell me to go back to the dormitory?"

"I'm afraid to disturb you..."

This reason is not the same as I imagined, I thought she would say that she forgot.

"Don't disturb," I said, "Then go to sleep."

"Murong..."

I'm waiting for her next message, but she has no more.

"Sleep~" I said again.

"Ah."

I hung up.

Then I went to WeChat to find out the class schedule she sent me a few days ago. She sent it to me specially because she has a lot of classes this semester, especially on Tuesdays. There are two classes in the morning, one class in the afternoon, and one class in the evening.She looked cynical at the time, huh~

I said that I would explain it to her tomorrow, and it seems that I have to explain it face to face.

The next day I got up very late, took a shower and drove out. It was exactly twelve o'clock when I arrived at school, and there were still 10 minutes before Qianli finished class.

The university town gathers the ten most famous colleges and universities in the city. The Academy of Fine Arts is close to the subway, and there is a business district between the teaching area and the living area.

I parked the car on the side of the road, leaning on a piece of grass, looking at the intersection connecting the teaching area and the commercial area from a distance, and waiting.Of course, I didn't plan to wait for her figure in the crowd like this, and there was more than one intersection from the teaching area, but I just happened to have leisure time and wanted to try my luck.

However, it turned out that my luck was very ordinary today. After class, I watched the crowds and waited for 10 minutes without seeing her figure, so I dialed her directly.But she didn't answer.

I hit it again.While the music was still playing, someone knocked on my car window.

I hung up the phone and put down the glass, Qianli looked at me with a combination of surprise and joy, and called out in a daze, "Murong..."

I laughed, "get out of class is over?"

"Yeah." Still dumbfounded.

"Accompany me out for a meal? I'll take you back later."

She gave another "hmm" and nodded heavily, just like when we first met, it seems that I haven't seen her so well-behaved for a long time.

"Come on." I unlocked the door and reached out to open the door on the other side. She walked around from the front, slipped in lightly, and asked casually, "Where are you going?"

I said frankly, "I haven't thought about it, is there any place you want to go?"

"Why don't you eat at school?" she asked, suddenly regaining her ability to think.

"Are you sure?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at her. I wasn't sure if my appearance would trouble her. After all, she was still a student. After all, this was her school. After all, my appearance... Apart from earrings and tattoos, other places are still in line with other people's guesses about me.And, just as I was asking, a thought crossed my mind faintly, should I just grow my hair long?

She understood what I meant, and then decided: "Eat it at school, I know where you will like it."

"it is good."

She took me to a western restaurant, the environment is very elegant, and the decoration inside reminds me of the museum cafe in Aven, but these works should not come from the hands of famous masters. ——Speaking of which, Aven's collection is about to be auctioned.

Such a restaurant is definitely not the first choice for ordinary students to have lunch, so there are not many customers at this time, so we chose a quiet corner to sit down.

"Xiao Jin, do you remember?" After ordering, I went straight to the topic.

She nodded, "Little Prince Yan Jin? Big Totoro?"

"Yeah." Thinking of "Sister Totoro", I couldn't help laughing, "The one last night was Yan Jin's aunt, her name is Yan Qian."

She folded her hands on the dining table and listened intently.

"Uncle Xiao told you about Xiaojin's mother, right? She passed away. They used to live across from my house, and now that house is still Xiaojin's. He is in Germany. I will temporarily help him keep the house keys. His aunt Occasionally, I will live there when I come here for business." I paused, but she blinked and didn't interrupt.

"They are not ordinary people, and Xiao Jin's mother didn't die by accident. Yan Qian was seriously injured last night. I don't want you to be involved in these things. I'm afraid you will be in danger... But, at that time It's not convenient to explain to you," thinking of her situation at that time, although I don't think my decision was wrong, but her performance made me feel guilty and distressed, "Did I make you sad? Right..."

"I'm not upset." She said, interrupting my apology, and looked worried again, "What about you, will you be in danger?"

"No," I looked at her, my heart was very soft at this moment, I don't know if I also have such tenderness in my eyes, "They didn't involve me in anything."

She blinked, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked cautiously: "Then... Yan Qian, is she okay?"

I smiled slightly, "She's fine, someone healed her, she's not there now."

"Oh." She lowered her eyes and fell silent.

I didn't speak, and the air was quiet for a while. Finally, she seemed to muster up her courage. She raised her eyes again, looked directly at me with clear eyes, and asked, "Is she the one you like?"

I didn't hide or dodge, but I smiled bitterly in my heart, is it so easy to guess, or is she just blinded by seeing one?Anyway, although the answer is yes, but this expression is not accurate enough, I correct her, "She is the one I liked."

She didn't move, and looked at me, as if she was holding her breath, and even her eyelashes were frozen, but I could clearly see the warmth of melting ice and snow on her face, slowly forming two reddish flowers, printed and dyed On her fair cheeks, even her eyes were wet with smoke.

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, I would really like to kiss her.

But I just smiled and reached out to stroke her hair.

But she took the opportunity to grab my hand, kissed my fingertips randomly, then looked up at me and smiled triumphantly.

As if being lightly brushed by a feather, my heart trembled, I quickly withdrew my hand, and said lightly, "Student Jian Qianli, restrain yourself a bit."

"Oh." She puffed up one cheek with an innocent face.

...Stay a little cute.

After dinner, less than an hour before Qianli's afternoon class, I wandered around the campus with her.

Walking past the lake next to the library, the willow trees by the lake have sprouted, but the water lilies on the lake only have a few leaves lying down with the ripples.She pointed out to me the classroom where she had classes in the morning, and their club room, and took me to see her Uncle Xiao’s photo on the wall of fame in the school, and then I was amused by Xiao Churan’s appearance.

After laughing for a while, I found that Qianli hadn't made a sound, turned my head to look in doubt, but bumped into her eyes that were staring at me deeply, there was a dark tide in those eyes, intertwined with fiery longing and sober forbearance, I couldn't help but suppress my smile.

She didn't panic at all when she was noticed, instead she took a step forward and leaned in front of me, saying in a low voice, "Murong, I want to skip class..."

I thought to myself that Uncle Xiao's analogy to her was very apt. This guy is a wolf cub.But for me, the focus is on the word "cub".

I took a step back a little later, looked at her leisurely, raised my eyebrows, and said nothing.

She curled her lips, drooped her shoulders in frustration, and said pitifully, "Actually, I'm just talking about it. Our teacher of a professional course takes the roll call twice in a class, and if he misses one, he just hangs up. He doesn't show any sympathy at all. Really. Strong and self-willed..."

"If you fail your class because of skipping classes, you won't be able to see me in the future. I can't afford to lose this person." I said disgustedly.

"I won't fail!" She had a haughty look on her face, and then said flatteringly, "Then if I take the first place, is there any reward?"

"Childish." I commented on her words and deeds.

"Boring." She concluded for me.

So the boring person and the childish ghost said goodbye, she obediently went to class, and I walked slowly towards the car.

Along the way, every plant, tree, flower, and stone in the Academy of Fine Arts grew into the most moving appearance, and even an unexpected reunion on the boulevard was so just right.

"Murong?"

I stopped and looked at the uncontrollable joy on the face of the person in front of me, feeling very strange.

Can't help grinning, who said I'm unlucky today?