17-2. I hope that when I can collide with my like

Over the next few days, she attended a music festival with Dongfang at a reception by a famous violinist.

She followed him, observing his every word and action. Even some of his little habits, like he didn't like to drink sweet wine, he liked to split a steak into sixteen pieces, and he had a brown lace band on his right hand, no matter what he was wearing, that lace band was on his right hand.

"What are you looking at?"

"That lace band on your right hand is ......"

Xiang Yao felt that it was inappropriate and did not say any more.

Dongfang put the steak in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and when he heard her words, his movements froze, and after only a second, he returned to his elegant demeanor.

"Why don't you go on! It's not a private secret, it's just that no one has ever asked me this question!?" Dongfang smiled slightly, "This was given by your mother." ”

"Have you met my mother? Can you tell me about her?"

Xiang Yao didn't see it, because not long after she was born, her mother died of illness.

"Yes, it's just that I was very young. He was only five years old. It was she pulled from her hair and wrapped around my finger pricked by a rose. Dongfang put down his knife and fork and smiled, as if recalling a beautiful picture, "I don't remember where it was, but I remember that there were large red roses there, and she played the violin next to them, and her long black hair was tied with this lace belt." The scene was very beautiful, Aunt Qin's music was completely integrated into the fiery rose, and even more moving than the rose. When she saw that I was being pierced and wept, she put the violin on the ground, got down on one knee, pulled down the hair band, and wrapped my hands with it. ”

"How do you know my mom at that time. ”

"I told you too!" Dongfang picked up the knife and fork again, "I also want to ask you, has your focus always been so strange!?

Although Xiang Yao wanted to control it, he didn't know why, he always wanted to attack him. was broken by him, and his face was red.

"She, how's it going?"

"Good. He's a perfect artist. Dongfang greeted the waiter and handed him a card. "You, except for your appearance, are the same as Teacher Xiang. You have a personality like a father. ”

"Here you go again. Xiang Yao sighed, "Don't jump to conclusions, thank you!"

"Good. Afternoon planes. ”

Xiang Yao didn't speak, took out her mobile phone, and habitually looked out the window, but unexpectedly saw a familiar figure outside the window.

"I'm going out. ”

Xiang Yao ran out and caught up with the figure.

It's a golden full moon.

On top of that, on her head, it seemed that there was a big wound, and the blood was flowing all the time.

She was very thin, but her strength was not small, and Xiang Yao was almost dragged down by her. But because of excessive bleeding, his steps were unsteady, and his eyes were blurred.

Xiang Yao stumbled into the café and sat where she was.

She wanted to say something, but when she saw Dongfang, she was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything.

"What's wrong with you!?" Xiang Yao quickly pulled open his backpack and took out his tissues and sanitary napkins.

"It's fine. Jin Manyue's usual hard mouth, ignoring the huge bleeding wound on his head, "I can't die." ”

Xiang Yao didn't speak again, but took out a tampon and tissue from her bag, she didn't care about the eyes of the people around her, tore the tampon open, gently pressed it on her forehead that was still bleeding, and then wrapped her head with her black scarf. Use a tissue to wipe the blood off Jin Manyue's face.

"Mr. Dongfang, take us to the hospital. ”

"Can I refuse?"

"No, you can't. ”

"Let's go, then. ”

Until the bandaging was over, Jin Manyue didn't say anything.

I don't know, who opened her scoop and gave her twelve stitches.

Xiang Yao paid the medical bills, prescribed medicine, and helped her out of the hospital.

"I owe you a favor again, it's enough. If you don't meddle too much, you can't die. ”

The golden full moon pushed her away and stumbled into the darkness.

Xiang Yao, who had left a trail of blood, was messy in the wind.