When Qiao Jinling realized this, she felt extremely desperate. Because she didn't expect to have her period, she didn't prepare sanitary napkins or anything like that.
She couldn't sit still and didn't dare to move. It was okay now, but school was about to be over, so she couldn't sit on the bench and stay away.
What a coincidence. Su Luoluo had something to do and left school one class early. Even asking for help could not help him.
Qiao Jinling's mind was spinning rapidly as one minute passed by the next. What should she do?
The pants must have been stained with blood. I thought the blue and white school uniform looked good before, but now I think it is simply a scam. The bright red blood stained on the white pants is definitely a large-scale social death scene.
The students are almost gone.
Qiao Jinling was still sitting there, not daring to move. She planned to wait until there were fewer people, cover her butt with her schoolbag and leave secretly. It would be getting dark by then, so she would be able to get away with it.
"Qiao Jinling, let's go home."
Song Yishan appeared at the classroom door on time.
"Well, Song Yishan, you can go home by yourself this afternoon. I have something else that I need to deal with by myself."
Qiao Jinling's eyes flashed and she spoke hesitantly. She would rather be seen by other classmates than by Song Yishan.
It's so embarrassing.
"What's the matter with you? I can wait for you. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry to go home."
Song Yishan failed to understand the rejection in Qiao Jinling's words, and instead planned to take out his textbook and prepare to do his homework.
"Go quickly! Don't wait for me any longer."
Qiao Jinling's face turned red with embarrassment. She shouldn't have come, but she came at this time. Moreover, she didn't suffer from dysmenorrhea in her previous life. Now she only felt severe pain, as if someone was driving an excavator and was stirring up her abdomen.
"Qiao Jinling, you don't look well. Are you sick?"
Song Yishan noticed that Qiao Jinling's face was a little pale, and there were small beads of sweat on her forehead, as if she was enduring something.
"Don't ask anymore! Song Yishan, if I tell you to leave quickly, just leave. Don't ask so many questions again."
Qiao Jinling was anxious and shy, and her face became increasingly pale.
"Are you...are you here?"
Song Yishan suddenly realized it and asked without hesitation.
"Um."
Qiao Jinling had no choice. Since Song Yishan had seen through it, there was nothing to hide.
"stomachache?"
"Um."
"Then do you need that thing? I'll buy it for you."
"need."
Qiao Jinling's face almost sunk into the hole in the table. She didn't dare to look into Song Yishan's eyes. After a while, she looked up again and found that Song Yishan had disappeared.
Oh my god.
She actually told Song Yishan such a private matter. She didn't know why Qiao Jinling trusted Song Yishan inexplicably. Even if it was such a thing, she felt that Song Yishan would not laugh at her.
In her previous life, she once had her period at school. The sanitary napkins at that time were all in small plastic bags and were slippery. She originally wanted to go to the toilet to change during recess, but for some reason, the sanitary napkins came out.
It just fell out.
White, small square, lying on the ground, very eye-catching.
The most important thing is that a male classmate who was doing exercises in the back didn't know what it was and reminded Qiao Jinling loudly: "Your toilet paper fell off."
Some precocious male classmates naturally knew what it was and made all kinds of sneers. Qiao Jinling blushed to the root of her neck with embarrassment.
From then on, she felt ashamed of herself. Menstruation was a very shameful thing.
Just when Qiao Jinling was thinking about it, Song Yishan came back.
There was sweat on his forehead, probably from running all the way back. The sweat wet the strands of hair in front of his forehead, and his cheeks were also slightly red.
"Here...here you..."
Song Yishan handed over a small paper bag with sanitary napkins inside.
"Also, I heard the aunt at the canteen said that girls should drink brown sugar water when they come here, so that their stomachs won't hurt. I bought another cup and brown sugar. You go to the toilet to deal with it first, and I'll go to the tea room to make a cup.
Hot water.”
Song Yishan never looked into Qiao Jinling's eyes from beginning to end. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he came back. Without saying a word, he took off his school uniform jacket and motioned to Qiao Jinling to tie it around his waist.
After Song Yishan finished all this, he took the water cup and walked towards the tea room.
Qiao Jinling had a sore nose. Ever since she was a child, she had dealt with this kind of thing by herself. No one had ever cared about her like this.
Even her own mother, because she was exhausted and working hard to make money, Qiao Jinling never bothered her with these little things.
When Qiao Jinling went to high school, her mother still felt strange why her daughter didn't menstruate?
So when Qiao Jinling had her first period, she saw so much blood that she thought she was going to die and even wrote a suicide note.
Song Yishan made her feel that she was worthy of being loved and allowed to be protected when she was vulnerable.
Qiao Jinling tied Song Yishan's school uniform jacket around her waist, took a sanitary napkin, and went to the toilet.
My underwear was already completely dirty, especially when I come here for the first time.
Fortunately, Qiao Jinling had experience. After all, he was so old in his previous life, so he was able to handle it quickly.
By the time she returned to the classroom, Song Yishan had already returned.
He held the water cup and blew hot air gently through his mouth, hoping to cool it down faster. His eyes were pious, as if he was treating a rare treasure.
"Thank you, Song Yishan!"
Qiao Jinling's words of thanks were extremely sincere. She had never thanked someone as much as she did at this moment.
This young man is taking care of himself clumsily, without a trace of disgust or ridicule.
"There's nothing to thank you for. It's natural to take care of you."
"Why is it natural? Who are you to me? Why are you so nice to me?"
Qiao Jinling asked, her tears falling down all at once. She was not a crybaby, but now she couldn't help but want to cry.
"Silly girl, because I am your brother, don't you call me brother?"
Song Yishan rubbed Qiao Jinling's broken hair on his forehead, smiling very gently.
"But aren't you unwilling to let me scream? Why did you admit it again?"
Qiao Jinling deliberately teased him.
I used to call him "Brother Yishan", but he always refused to deny it with a pale face.
"You can call me whatever you want, as long as you want. Be good and drink the brown sugar water. I will take you home."
Song Yishan's voice was so gentle that it could drip water, and there was a beautiful sunset, coating everything with a layer of gold.
At this moment, time stops. The most beautiful people, the most unforgettable things, and the most splendid scenery all stay in this moment.
Song Yishan rides his bicycle very slowly. When encountering potholes, he will carefully avoid them for fear of causing a bump.
The breeze blows.
Qiao Jinling thought that it would be great if she could freeze this moment. No matter how deep her relationship with Song Yishan was in the future, she would never forget this moment.