When Zhang Zihan walked back, the mobile phone rang suddenly......

"Hey, Han Jing!"

"Tell me where you are!"

On the other end of the phone, Han Jing's voice was rapid and powerful, unquestionable.

"I'm ......"

Twenty minutes later, the other party came here panting, and when he arrived, Zhang Zihan was sitting alone by the lake, with his head buried in his legs, not paying attention to the people coming behind him.

"You, are you alright?"

Saying that, Han Jing squatted down, and he gently put his hand on the other party's back.

Zhang Zihan raised his head at this time, his eyes were red, the tears on his face had not dried, and there were several bruises on his neck.

Han Jing noticed it at a glance, his face quickly sank, he peeled off the other party's hair, and said in shock: "What's going on?"

"Ah, no, it's fine!"

Zhang Zihan hurriedly erected the collar of his coat, intending to cover the wound.

"Nan Song came to look for you, didn't he?"

As soon as the words fell, Han Jing stood up and kicked the stone in front of him hatefully, and the stone fell into the lake with a "plop" sound, and a layer of ripples immediately appeared on the surface of the lake.

"I'll go find him!"

Throwing down this sentence and preparing to leave here, Zhang Zihan saw this, quickly stopped him and stopped: "Don't, don't go!"

She grabbed the other party's sleeve tightly and hesitated, "You all know it?"

Han Jing was silent for a while, and finally nodded helplessly. "Zihan, Jingjing wasn't killed by you, right?"

"Huh!"

Zhang Zihan suddenly sneered, she lowered her eyes, turned around and stared at the lake with lost eyes, and said, "Even if I say it's not me, will you believe it?"

"Believe!" Han Jing said categorically.

Hearing this, Zhang Zihan let out a puzzled "um" and stood in place with a surprised expression. A gust of wind blew from behind her, blowing her hair to the front and obscuring her eyes.

She stretched out her hand and fiddled with it, and suddenly said, "Thank you, thank you!"

"Thank me for what to do?" Han Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and when he heard the other party say this in person, his heart also relaxed.

Zhang Zihan turned around and went back to it, and Han Jing followed behind her, looking worried, "Where are you going?"

"Police Department!"

Saying that, she stopped, Han Jing took the opportunity to turn in front of her suddenly, grabbed her arms with both hands, and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing at the police station?"

"Surrender!"

When he said these two words, Zhang Zihan's expression did not change in the slightest, and even his eyelashes did not tremble. She has made up her mind, and this is also promised to Nansong.

Turning her head to glance at the other party's hand on her arm, Zhang Zihan struggled to push it down.

"Don't go! I don't want you to go there!" Han Jing suddenly cried bitterly.

Zhang Zihan sniffed, and the tears that he had finally stopped burst out again. She looked the other man in the eye and tried to convince him, "I have to go, I have to go." I promised Nan Song, I will go and turn myself in!"

"Nansong, Nansong, you know Nansong!"

Han Jing's emotions suddenly got out of control, and he roared like an angry lion.

Zhang Zihan was taken aback by his sudden appearance, his pupils contracted slightly, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

Han Jing hammered his chest hard, and wept bitterly: "Can you stop Nan Song for everything? He thinks that you are a murderer, he is not worthy, he is not worthy!"

When he said the last three words, he couldn't help but stomp his feet on the ground, and he felt a sense of powerlessness that hated iron but not steel.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Zihan didn't know what to say, so he could only comfort: "You calm down!"

"I'm calm? How do you want me to be calm? Zihan, I know that Jingjing's death has nothing to do with you, there must be some misunderstanding in between. Why can't he accept that Jingjing's death was an accident?

"Don't say it, don't say it!" Zhang Zihan hugged his head with both hands and said weakly.

Han Jing turned around and supported the tree with his arms, crying profusely.

Zhang Zihan wiped his tears, threw down the sentence "I have decided" and ran away from here.

Han Jing's grief instantly turned into a river, and his heart throbbed and throbbed, as if someone was whipping him.

After leaving the school, Zhang Zihan went directly to the police station......

*

When Bai Jingge had just been working in the room for a while, Jingjing came over, grabbed her arm as soon as she entered the door, and begged bitterly: "Go and see Nan Song, something happened to him!"

"Ahh

Bai Jingge hurriedly put down the work in his hand and stood up in a panic.

Jingjing incoherently explained the situation by the lake just now, and when she heard this, Bai Jingge walked out of the door of the room without saying a word.

Yan Jiu and Bin Jiao were not there, and the two of them didn't know what to do.

After thinking about it in his heart, Bai Jingge felt that it was not a big deal, after all, Nansong was a human, not a ghost, and it was estimated that they would not be needed.

Thinking of this, she took her bag and went out the door alone. According to Jingjing, after returning from the lake, Nansong did not go to the infirmary, let alone the hospital, but went directly to the boys' dormitory.

As soon as Bai Jingge arrived at the bottom of the dormitory, the aunt next to her "eh" a few times and shouted, "What is the little girl doing?"

"I'm looking for someone!"

"Wait, wait!" Auntie came over to stop, she looked Bai Jingge up and down, raised her eyelids and said disdainfully, "Who are you looking for?"

"Nan Song of the 508 dormitory on the fifth floor!"

This room number was told to her by Jingjing, and Bai Jingge also felt strange, she remembered that when she was in college, it seemed that girls could go to the boys' dormitory, but boys couldn't.

Of course, it is also possible that she is mistaken, after all, she has never been there either, this is the first time.

The aunt looked at her again suspiciously, and said vigilantly: "Who are you, what are you looking for him?"

Bai Jingge's eyes rolled, and he lied: "I'm his sister, he's sick, and the dead child is disobedient, so it's worrying." I don't want to go to the hospital or answer my phone, I'm going to go straight to the infirmary and drag him to the infirmary!"

When the aunt heard this, although she was skeptical, she couldn't stand Bai Jingge's sincere eyes, so she let her go up.

"Thank you, Auntie!"

Bai Jingge quickly rushed in, relying on his long legs, two steps and one step, and quickly rushed to the fourth floor.

Jingjing followed closely behind her, she waved her hand, lay on the handrail of the stairs on the fourth floor, and panted: "Wait a minute, I'm tired of the old lady,, why is there no elevator, the fifth floor is to climb the dead!"

There were boys next to him who hurried downstairs, and when they passed her, they all showed surprised looks, and they couldn't help but point, all of them were saying, "Who is this girl?"

A few of them even sneered, Bai Jingge glared at him with a white eye, and said angrily: "Haven't you seen a woman?"

After speaking, he climbed up to the fifth floor like a man, rested at the door for a while, and then moved to the door of 508, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

At this point, the afternoon class was almost starting, so there was hardly anyone in the hallway.

She turned to Jingjing and confirmed, "Is he really in there?"

"Hmm!" Jingjing nodded affirmatively.

Bai Jingge slammed the door with all his strength and shouted, "Nan Song, open the door!" I know you're inside, open the door quickly!"

At this time, a boy suddenly came out of a dormitory next to him, and he didn't know whether he had slept during a nap or forgot the time while playing a game, so he hurried towards the classroom.

The sudden movement startled Bai Jingge, and when she came back to her senses, the door was opened with a "pop".

The wound on Nansong's forehead was sterile patched, and it was obvious that he had taken care of the wound.

"Why are you here?"

Bai Jingge didn't rush to answer, he squeezed in directly from the side, and only after closing the door did he count: "Are you embarrassed to ask me why I came? What's going on with you? Are you crazy? Tired of self-harm, right, then why don't you commit suicide?"

As soon as she said this, Jingjing pulled her, Bai Jingge pulled her hand away, and pretended to be angry: "Don't speak for him, it's his fault, he is not young, and he is still so impulsive!"

Well?

Nan Song opened his mouth in surprise, he trembled and pointed to the other party's side, "Is Jingjing here?"

Bai Jingge glanced at him and said, "Didn't you say that you could feel her? What did Jingjing do in her last life, and she will meet you in this life!"

Nan Song knew that he was wrong, and he sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, not daring to squeak.

"Say, what do you want to do? Are you brave enough to kill Zhang Zihan directly? Do you know that if you kill her, what is the difference between you and her? How can you be worthy of Jingjing?" Bai Jingge stood in front of him and scolded.

At this time, Nansong was like a frosted eggplant, drooping his head and silent.

Bai Jingge pulled a chair and sat down, she glanced at Jingjing, who was looking at her pitifully at this time.

At that moment, her anger immediately disappeared, she supported her head with one hand, and said helplessly: "Forget it, don't do this in the future." Don't let Jingjing worry about you, Nansong, you shouldn't press yourself like this, if you don't let yourself get better, Jingjing will be unhappy. She can't rest assured of you, that's why she doesn't want to leave!"

"It's me who I'm sorry for her!"

Bai Jingge: "......"

She found that in this world, the three words "sorry" are really used badly, as if no matter what happens, only these three words can solve everything.

Although in Bai Jingge's opinion, Nan Song was sorry for Jingjing, if Jingjing hadn't known him, would he have been killed by Zhang Zihan?

Jingjing walked over and touched Nan Song's head, her eyes were full of gentleness, and her long eyelashes covered her lower eyelids.

Nan Song remained in that position, as if time stood still, until a cell phone ringing broke the silence.

The three words "Zhu Ziyi" lit up on the mobile phone screen, Bai Jingge glanced at it, and wanted to hang up directly, but he was worried that something was wrong.

After much struggle, I still got on the phone.

The other party hurriedly said a few words and hung up, Bai Jingge was stunned with her mobile phone, she looked at Nan Song with a shocked face, and said, "Zhang Zihan went to surrender!"

As soon as the words fell, Jingjing's body trembled, and then she turned around and covered her mouth in surprise.

Nan Song raised his head with difficulty after hearing this, with a complicated expression on his face, this result was what he wanted, as if it was not...... Because he found that he couldn't be happy anyway!