Later, after getting to know Ye Tang better, Cen Yan felt that there was a word that was very suitable to describe her - "puppet".

Ye Tang can speak, she talks to you, she is just narrating, not talking to you, like a puppet without a soul, no emotion, no tone, no rhythm, no logic, pull the line behind her, she will take care of you.

Cen Yannan often couldn't understand what she was saying, she was completely immersed in her own world, and she was incompatible with this secular world. He felt that only a genius could keep up with her thinking.

Returning to reality from his memories, Cen Yannan looked at Ye Tang in front of him who seemed to be a new life, and he felt unreal.

The face is still the same look, even if she is injured, she is also a beautiful woman I feel sorry for. But the temperament of the whole person is different, calm and wise, and the originally empty and numb eyes make him feel deep and powerful.

Sensing his gaze, Ye Tang raised his head and looked at him, with a strange light flowing from his eyes.

Cen Yannan was shocked in his heart, he stared at Ye Tang, she lowered her eyes again, snuggled meekly in the old man's arms, and still held the old man in both hands.

Being hugged by her, Zhao Zhenfang felt warm and satisfied, she hadn't been in such a good mood for a long time, although her granddaughter's injury was not light.

She looked at the wound on the back of the girl's head, the gauze was stained red with blood, and she was distressed, "How the hell did you get this?" ”

"I accidentally fell on my own," Ye Tang touched the back of his head, Xiao Ye Tang's hair was not long, just to the shoulder, the standard student head, too long, the old man couldn't help her take care of it. The hair in the area where she was injured was shaved off, and the doctor de-inflammatory, disinfected, stitched stitches, and wrapped gauze, and when she touched her hand, it was like a stabbing pain.

"How did you fall like this? The face is swollen," Zhao Zhenfang was suspicious, "The school uniform is also broken and dirty, don't keep your words in your heart, tell grandma, grandma will help you support you." ”

"I really fell on my own," in order to reassure the old man, Ye Tang smiled, the muscles of his cheeks were a little uncomfortable, and there were injuries on his face, and it was even more uncomfortable to pull the wounds.

She didn't know that Xiao Yetang had never smiled in nineteen years, and she didn't know that this expressionless face finally showed a hint of a smile, how much impact it had on the old man and Cen Yannan, just like the clouds and mist spreading to see the blue sky and sunshine, like breaking through the darkness and finally seeing the dawn.

Seeing her smile, what else did Zhao Zhenfang struggle with? In the past, when Xiao Yetang was self-harming, he was injured more seriously than this several times, and the old man had already experienced a hundred battles and practiced a strong psychology.

Zhao Zhenfang was also puzzled, Ye Tang had been smooth and smooth in the first two years of high school, the students and teachers of Eighty-seven Middle School took good care of her, Cen Yannan also helped watch her, she had never had an accident in school. Why is it so difficult to start before the third year of high school? She guessed it was probably a dispute between middle school students.

Now, after the broken head, the child is back to normal, isn't it a blessing in disguise? She didn't find out who did it.

At this time, the nurse walked in and asked the family to pay the fee, and Zhao Zhenfang patted the girl on the shoulder, got up and followed the nurse out.

The ward was quiet again, and only Ye Tang and Cen Yannan remained.

Cen Yannan's dark eyes stared at Ye Tang, and there was a hint of sharpness in his eyes, "Don't you remember who took you to the back alley?" Oh, you don't have to lose your memory, do you? You...... Are you really Ye Tang? ”

Cen Yannan is an extremely smart teenager, and he is not as easy to fool as Zhao Zhenfang.

"Of course I remember," Ye Tang raised his eyes calmly and said casually, "I remember that they slapped me a total of 14 times, 8 on the left and 6 on the right, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, I am a perfectionist, and they beat me asymmetrically, which made me feel very annoyed." ”

Cen Yannan has a cool and handsome face, and there is a rare stunned expression, which is very funny.

"Terrible school violence, they grabbed my hair and threw my head against the wall, fell to the ground, kicked my stomach and calves, and tried to rip off my clothes, at this time you and Chen Yumo came, you saved me," Ye Tang looked at Cen Yannan intently, his crystal clear eyes, as if he could wash away all the filth in the world, Cen Yannan's heart trembled, and he avoided her gaze in embarrassment,

"I went to the back door to skip class," he explained, "and suddenly I saw a person in a middle school uniform wandering nearby, and within a few minutes, Chen Yumo called me and told me that you were gone." ”

Ye Tang said "um".

"It's a shame that a few of them heard the movement and ran faster than a mouse, and we were worried about your injury, so we didn't continue to chase them and let them run! We didn't see their looks clearly, we could only see how many women they were, do you know who they are? ”

"I don't know, I don't know, I'll go to No. 1 Middle School to look around, look at those girls, and probably recognize them."

"Where can people like us get into a middle school?"

Ye Tang interrupted him and asked directly, "What kind of people are 'people like us'?" ”

Cen Yannan fell silent.

"Just because we're students at Eighty-Seven? Is it spicy chicken? It doesn't matter if others look down on us, it's because they don't have eyes, it's because they are discriminatory and prejudiced, and we can't change their minds. But why do you even look down on yourself? Where are you inferior to a student in No. 1 High School? ”

Ye Tang didn't want to be sarcastic about Cen Yannan, she wanted to encourage this child, but over the years, she was too sloppy, deliberately suppressed the etiquette in her bones, and her tone was a little domineering.

Cen Yannan smiled self-deprecatingly, half-squatted, his eyes were level with the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes were facing each other, and the eyes of both of them were cold. He said, "Look at me, from head to toe, I am inferior to them in nowhere else, they are swans, and I am a street rat." ”