Chapter Seventy-Three: Planting Blame (5)

Su Huan sat on the bench with his knees crossed and did not move for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 Info didn't know when a tear began to fall, and she didn't even notice it.

Until the phone rang, Su Huan didn't know why, but she was lucky and hurriedly picked up the phone, but the display on the screen disappointed her.

It's Cheng Tianyi.

Su Huan looked at his phone, and Song Yifan's cold and cold face did appear in his mind, Su Huan remembered his faint glance, and he seemed to have been splashed with a basin of cold water on his head.

Thorough and cold from head to toe.

The constant phone rang off. After a minute, I remembered it again.

Su Huan sniffed, forcing her tone to sound normal, and she picked up the phone. Tianyi's voice is still lively and warm. He shouted happily: "Hello, Su Huan, I haven't seen you for a few days, how are you?" ”

Su Huan listened to Cheng Tianyi's cheerful voice as always, and the tears that she was forced to hold back couldn't help but be a little restless, she bit her lip hard, and let out a low "um".

Cheng Tianyi didn't hear anything unusual, he said happily: "I'm fine now, the doctor said that I have recovered very well, and in a few days, I can return to normal life." It may be that I am young and have a good physical foundation. No way, who told us to exercise regularly. Ha ha. ”

Cheng Tianyi looked very proud, then paused and said, "By the way, I'll let the potato talk to you." ”

Cheng Tianyi's voice took away the phone from the phone: "Potato, potato, it's Su Huan, do you have anything to say to her?" ”

Miraculously, there was a cheerful cry of potatoes on the phone, as if she had actually seen her in person.

Listening to Cheng Tianyi's warm voice as always, listening to the cheerful cries of potatoes, Su Huan couldn't hold back any longer, tears poured down, drop by drop, and Su Huan finally cried.

Cheng Tianyi heard Su Huan's cry on the other end of the phone, and suddenly he was a little hurried, and said anxiously: "Su Huan, Su Huan, what's wrong with you, why are you crying?" ”

Su Huan was still crying irrepressibly. Like a child.

Cheng Tianyi was anxious: "You wait, I'll go find you." ”

Su Huan hurriedly stopped with a crying voice: "No need, I'm just... I was a little unhappy at work, and when I heard the sound of potatoes, I probably thought about it, so I cried. It's okay, you can talk to me......"

Cheng Tianyi listened to Su Huan's words, and was still a little suspicious: "Really? Are you sure you're okay? ”

Su Huan sniffed: "It's okay, I just don't want to say too much, you can talk to me, it's okay to say anything..."

Some of the cold is the early autumn wind, blowing in gusts, flying up pieces of fallen leaves, Su Huan hugged her shoulders, she was a little cold, but she didn't want to move.

The moon flickered and dimmed under the cover of clouds. Go back and forth to the past, and don't understand the joys and sorrows of the world.

What Su Huan didn't see was that under a camphor tree not far away, a dark figure almost merged with the night.

That's obsidian.

His face was cold, and his expression was cold in his dark eyes, without sadness or joy. It's just that the deep eyes always lock Su Huan's figure.

He stood there like a tree, standing tall and silent.

A phone rang, Obsidian's figure moved, picked up the phone and picked it up, and Song Yifan's voice inside was even colder: "What about her, how is it?" ”

Obsidian's voice was low: "I've been crying." Now I got a phone call, it's a little better. ”

Song Ivan muttered on the phone for a moment, and then spoke in a cold voice: "Do you remember what I said when I met you in Korea?" ”

Obsidian whispered, "Remember, you asked me to protect someone. ”

Song Yifan's voice was clear and firm, and he said word by word: "Yes, it's this woman, I ask you now, from now on, all the time, to protect her!" ”

Obsidian's gaze swept towards Su Huan, the woman who was huddled on the bench with her body in her arms and cried like a child. He remembered Song Yifan's concerned gaze when he looked at her, and the eyes that he would stay on her whenever she was there.

After knowing each other for many years, it was the first time he saw such a Song Ivan, Song Ivan who cared so much about a person, and he understood the importance of this woman to him.

Obsidian spoke into the phone, and said one word in a low but very firm voice: "Hmm." ”

Hung up the phone, Obsidian looked at Su Huan still holding the phone to talk to Cheng Tianyi, still inhaling and sniffing. Cheng Tianyi's voice kept coming from the phone, and Su Huan occasionally responded to tell him that she had been there.

Cheng Tianyi smiled on the phone, collected all the jokes he knew, and told them to Su Huan one by one. Although Su Huan was still sad at this time, he listened to Cheng Tianyi's jokes and smiled dryly occasionally.