[Song Lucun: Suspicion +5%, total mission progress: 27%]
Song Lucun was completely confused.
Are all the inferences he just made wrong?
She actually hurt him for Song Zilian.
But she had only known Song Zilian for a few days, but she had been pestering him for so long.
Will love really disappear?
- Thinking of this possibility, Song Lucun became more and more unwilling. Why could the things he worked so hard for always be easily snatched away by Song Zilian who suddenly appeared.
"Okay, try it, do you feel good with your hands?" Ji Xinyao asked seriously.
Her gentle voice brought Song Lucun back from his thoughts. Song Lucun stared at her for several seconds before slowly moving his hands. As expected, Ji Xinyao's medical skills were superb. He was now able to recover almost 70% to 80% of his strength.
He couldn't speak, so he nodded and thought of another question.
If Ji Xinyao really fell in love with Song Zilian, would she help him heal with such care? Especially after knowing that Song Zilian was injured. She became even more confusing to him.
Although, this healing process is somewhat accompanied by some violence.
"Then let's try arm wrestling. Use as much force as you can." Ji Xinyao said, sitting in front of Song Lucun. Song Zilian said quickly, "Let me do it for you."
He didn't want to see Ji Xinyao and Song Lucun have physical contact at all.
"No need, I am a doctor and I need to know more about his recovery status."
Ji Xinyao said and stretched out her hand. She pushed aside her long sleeves, revealing her pale white arms, and took the initiative to reach out to Song Lucun.
Song Lucun held her hand, and his eyes unconsciously began to observe the reddish belly of her green fingertips, and even the shallow crescent shape on her fingernails.
He had never observed a person's fingers in such detail.
"The recovery is going well. I'll check again in three days. There should be nothing serious. Okay, you can go back."
After she finished speaking, she used a little strength to let go of his hand.
Song Lucun seemed like he didn't want to let go.
As soon as Ji Xinyao said goodbye to the guests, Song Zilian quickly opened the door and made a gesture of invitation to Song Lucun.
Seeing his eager look, Song Lucun deliberately walked slowly out of the door, but did not go to his bedroom.
Song Zilian also stopped at the door.
"What are you still doing here?" He closed the door and asked Song Lucun.
Song Lucun was speechless and could only point at him and ask with his eyes, "Aren't you the same?"
"I'm afraid that if I leave, you'll sneak in again." Song Zilian replied.
Song Lucun smiled softly and replied with his mouth, "To each other."
So the two of them looked at each other, and sat on the chairs under the eaves of the corridor across the room, one on the left and the other on the right, trying to ward off each other like hawks.
As the night progressed, both of them couldn't help but yawn. They simply fell asleep leaning against the big vermilion column.
In the dream, Song Lucun felt as if he had become smaller and returned to junior high school.
He looked around. This was the secret room of the school canteen. He was wearing a blue and white sweatshirt. He was injured all his life and could not sit still.
Raising his head, Ji Xinyao came over with a basin of water and placed it on the small coffee table in front of him.
"Come on, soak your hands in it!" Ji Xinyao grabbed his hand.
Song Lucun shook his head and quickly took his hand back.
"Let's forget it. I can't beat them. How about we cancel this date?"
"If you give in, they will beat you up hard next time! Believe me, this is my family's unique secret recipe. Just soak your hands for half an hour and your hands won't hurt when you hit them. They will come soon
If you do, just follow the leader and beat him to death. As long as you let them know that you are not easy to bully, they will not dare to bully you again in the future."
When Ji Xinyao spoke, she had already pressed his hand into the basin.
"But...but I'm afraid..." Song Lucun still had some hesitation on his face.
"Aren't you scared when they beat you?" she asked.
"Afraid." Song Lucun lowered his head.
"Isn't that okay? I'm afraid of being beaten, and I'm afraid of hitting others. It's better to hit someone than to be hit, right?"
Her little hand grabbed his hand and held it firmly to the bottom of the water.
"Does this water have any side effects?" Song Lucun asked her timidly.
"Yes, I might be numb for a day."
"Then let me go quickly. What should I do if your hands are numb? You won't be able to complete your homework, and you will be scolded by the teacher."
Ji Xinyao smiled brightly, "Are you concerned about me?"
"Xinyao, you are so good to me, I must care about you too."
Those were the words spoken by the young Song Lucun.
Gradually, the arrangements and characters in front of me disappeared one by one.
Song Lucun looked around in confusion, everything was dark.
He soon realized that he was in a dream. He remembered that those were the past between him and Ji Jingxue. But why was it Xinyao that he kept calling?
He tried hard to recall the appearance of the girl in the dream, but the more he recalled, the blurrier the portrait became.
No, that person is obviously Ji Jingxue! There must be something wrong with his memory.
Song Lucun held his head and kept repeating silently, "Ji Jingxue, Ji Jingxue... those are the memories of Jingxue and I."
He kept calling, but what came to his mind was Ji Xinyao crying.
It was an extremely rare scene. Ji Xinyao was holding him in the back of the school, with tears streaming down her face. Seeing her like this, Song Lucun felt as if his heart was aching.
"Why are you crying like this? Tell me what happened." Song Lucun asked gently.
"My dad, my dad cheated on me... Wuwuwu... Not only did he have a woman outside, but he also had a daughter. The most outrageous thing is that he actually wanted to bring that woman and her daughter home, Wuwu...
Woo."
"How could this happen? This is too much!" Song Lucun said angrily.
Ji Xinyao wiped her tears and said, "Isn't it good that her name is Li Jingxue? Why should she change her surname to Ji? She is not qualified to be called Ji Jingxue!"
Suddenly, Song Lucun felt as if he had been shocked and felt a splitting headache.
This kind of pain seemed to be felt only in dreams, like a ghost pressing down on the bed. He tried to wake up from the dream, but no matter how hard he called himself to wake up, it was of no use.
She didn't know when she heard a female scream and suddenly woke up.
Almost at the same time as him, Song Zilian also woke up.
It was already dawn. Gou Zhizhi looked at the two of them, put his hands on his waist angrily, and cursed excitedly, "You two stinking hooligans! What are you doing guarding Xinyao's door! Do you want to plot something against Xinyao?
Let me tell you, as long as I, Gou Zhizhi, am here, I will never let you hurt Xinyao!"
Gou Zhizhi had a loud voice, but when she made a scene, everyone in the inn woke up, opened the door and watched the excitement.