chapter025 Then give me a kiss.

The air around me seemed to be thinning. The hot wind blows through the leaves on the cobblestone road, making the sound of salad.

It was a wonderful feeling, the girl's soft voice could make him feel more relieved and quiet than he had ever been, as if all the side effects of those things before were gone, and his mood was much better.

After the city-school joint examination, Bi Wenran got Bi Chu's results, and he was so angry that he almost separated from the quality wall, and he was stunned, and the backlog of contradictions between the two broke out again.

Bi Chu didn't react much at first, but later bumped into Ye Jiangnian in a trance around here. I don't know if it's a hallucination or reality, but he thinks it's very real, the kind of reality from hair to toes.

The figure of the man who is not confused is not out of shape, simple black clothes and black pants, slender and tall, and his neat head is cold and ruthless.

Bi Chu chased after him and lost him in a long and narrow corridor with scattered lights and shadows.

He seemed to be casual on the surface, but somewhere in his heart somewhere quietly leaked a hole, and the cold wind poured in, empty, and desperately needed something to fill it.

As soon as I closed my eyes, those scenes of that year appeared in small pieces as if they were playing a movie.

In a small and cramped room, he saw from a distance that his father was holding a loaded gun aimed at the left side of Bi Wenran's head, with a fierce expression and a pair of eyes that were terrifyingly alienated and tyrannical.

"Bang".

He screamed in fright, helplessness and fear in the form of crying.

Ye Jiangnian covered his mouth and locked him in a dark room that did not see the light of day. He was afraid of the dark, of the quiet, of the silence of death.

Even if he later learned that the shot actually missed, but only hit the wall behind Bi Wenran, that scene would still play out in his nightmare in various fragments.

So it doesn't seem unexpected that Bi Wenran wanted to remarry later.

He did not oppose his mother's right or position to pursue his own happiness. However, in the end, when you are young, you will rebel in your own way.

I just don't understand why the harmonious parents of Qin Se will become like this one day.

Is there really no eternal emotion in this world?

The young man's eyes seemed to have a faint ink, and his dark eyes flashed, and he suddenly laughed, paranoid and desperate.

The force in the palm of his hand increased, completely grabbing the girl's thin back bone, and pressing her into his arms, as if to integrate her into his body.

Song Jiu was taken aback by his move, and his body stiffened.

His laughter was heavy, coming from his chest, sloppy and sexy.

"You...... What happened to you? Song Jiu's fingers clenched unconsciously, and asked in a trembling voice.

The laughter in her ears sneered, her breath fell on her ears, and the damp heat was transmitted directly to her heart with a fine and dense electric current.

Song Jiu felt his heartbeat skip a beat.

But in the next second, his straight, slender fingers suddenly pinched her chin, and the girl's face was raised to face him.

Song Jiu's mood was very dazed, and his lips were glowing with a seductive luster, especially when he was biting his lip and looking at it without saying anything, like a charming fox.

Bi Chu's throat was astringent, and his cold fingers rubbed her chin, "Aren't you afraid of me?" ”

There was some mockery and frivolity in his words, his eyes were dark, and the corners of his mouth were hooked with a faint arc.

Song Jiu shook his head, his voice soft and calm: "Don't be afraid." ”

Bi Chu was in a trance for a few seconds, and he suddenly remembered some fragmentary sounds.

"I stabbed people into the hospital with a knife, more than 30 knives, and the knife saw blood."

"yes, I saw it, he just came out of prison yesterday."

"Don't be heard by him."

"What's the use of being good-looking, it's just a perverted violent maniac, intermittent personality schizophrenia."

"Stay away from him, and don't be fooled by his appearance."

"If my father doesn't love my mother, I won't be able to live a good life in the future."

"Social cancer reserves, squat in the bureau for a lifetime, don't come out and endanger society with this scourge."

He walked slowly and slowly, and his voice stopped suddenly. He heard it, but he just laughed carelessly, stabbed people thirty times, and the knife was bloody, how could he not know? That person can still enter the hospital alive, and his vitality is really tenacious.

He didn't know any of the things he had done.

Those people know himself better than he does.

It's amazing.

The wind blew softly, brushing her short maroon hair, bringing a scent.

Bi Chu rubbed her lower lip lightly with his fingertips, and spoke in a low breath: "But they are all afraid of me." ”

After being stunned for a moment, Song Jiu shook his head again.

She didn't understand why such a wonderful person as him would have such strange thoughts.

Song Jiu lowered his eyelashes and said silently in his heart: "Don't be afraid, I'm very glad that no one else found out that you are a treasure, and you are my treasure alone." ”

"I'm not a good person, I'm a bad person."

"No, I know, I'm sure you're not."

She's read the novel, he's the male lead, of course not.

Bi Chu suddenly laughed, with a hint of playfulness in his tone: "Then you give me a kiss." ”

Song Jiu seemed to be petrified, questioning whether he had heard it wrong.

Before she could react, Bi Chu leaned over slightly, suddenly approached, and the corners of his mouth hooked silently.

Song Jiu could feel the faint fragrance of cedar wood surrounding her, and his breath seemed to be magnified, cold and faint. The lips that fit into her ears give her a warm and numbing touch.

Bi Chu gently cupped her face and hooked her chin.

The sky was blue and purple, and everything around it darkened.

He bowed his head and kissed him. The strength is very heavy, the tip of the tongue is hooked, the breathing is disordered, and it is not gentle at all, as if he wants to dismantle her and eat her.

Song Jiu's head was forced to lean back, his arms clinging to his neck in an orderly manner, his cheeks flushed, as if he was drowning, and he couldn't breathe due to lack of oxygen.

The two separated, Bi Chu wiped her wet red lips with his fingertips, stared at her for a moment, and laughed vaguely: "You like me?" ”

"No...... No! ”

Her nerves suddenly tensed, as if she was running away from something very tricky, and she blurted out subconsciously.

Blushing again with shame at this answer.

Before Bi Chu came back to his senses, Song Jiu had already run away quickly.

The boy's expression was stunned for a moment, the tip of his tongue licked the roof of his mouth, glanced at Song Jiu's back as he ran away, and raised one eyebrow silently.

***

Monday was the usual flag-raising ceremony, Song Jiu asked for leave because of stomach discomfort, lying on the table while resting and spreading out his notebook to silently memorize words.

There are also a lot of students in the classroom who didn't go.

It's just that he first escaped to the bathroom and hid for a while, and then dared to slowly come out and return to the classroom.

"To stand there is a sin, and to hear is lethargic."

"That is, if you have this time, it is better to memorize a few more knowledge points and do a few math problems."

"Eh, lend me that note from last time?"

…………

There were a lot of people talking, Song Jiu lay on the table and frowned and changed the direction of the pillow on one side.

A lazy laugh came from overhead, and Shen Jiaheng snapped her fingers in her ear.

"Little tablemate, you didn't go either?"

Song Jiu had already ignored his title, and gave a perfunctory "um", without the intention of talking more.

Shen Jiaheng pulled the chair and sat down directly, elbowed on the table to look at her, and noticed her English notes spread out.

"So hard, huh?"

Song Jiu habitually said "um" again.

"Are you not very good at English?"

He guessed only from the words and phrases in his notes, all low-level words and basic phrases.

"Hmm."

"Can you say something a little longer?"

"Hmm."

“…………”

Shen Jiaheng sighed, and lazily reached out to hook the thread bound book under her elbow.

Before he succeeded, his hand was knocked off by Song Jiu.

He looked at his little tablemate with a slightly surprised expression.

It turns out that it's still a little milk cat with sharp claws that can scratch people.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth and looked at her playfully.

Song Jiu frowned slightly: "Are you very idle?" ”

Shen Jiaheng grabbed her hair, and replied to her as a matter of course: "Hmm." ”

Song Jiu took the notebook back, and took out a tissue with a little disgust and wiped the corner that he had pinched.

Shen Jiaheng: "............"

He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Am I dirty?" ”

Song Jiu thought for a few seconds and replied unceremoniously: "Yes." ”

“…………”

Song Jiu didn't expect him to be angry, so he felt quite inexplicable. She's a bit of a cleanliness fetish, and she usually cares more about the neatness of her books, isn't it normal?

Shen Jiaheng didn't speak, directly pulled the chair, made a sharp friction sound on the ground, and then walked straight out of the classroom.

The noise was so loud that everyone else in the classroom looked over to it.

"What's going on?"

"I was scared to death, I thought it was the head teacher who came to arrest someone."

"Is it a quarrel?"

"The new classmates are very good-looking, and they are also good-looking."

Song Jiu didn't have the heart to listen to others, she rubbed her eyes, lay down casually, and turned another page of the notebook that memorized words.

***

After self-study next night, Song Jiu left the classroom later than others, and there were a lot of mistakes to deal with, and he was found by the English teacher during the day. The teacher said that it is useless to do a lot of questions, and the key is to memorize words.

But it didn't work, she seemed to be born with a special resistance to words, and it took her twice as much time to memorize what others could take a minute to memorize.

The lights in the teaching building gradually went out, Song Jiu closed the classroom door, and was the last to walk out.

The sound of rustling in the hallway made her walk pause.

At this point, there are almost no people in the school building.

At the thought of this, she quickened her pace.

"Stop!"

Song Jiu looked back.

A few more students suddenly appeared on the other end.

Sun Yingyu skillfully shook off the cigarette ash and squinted at her: "What a coincidence, we met again." ”

“…………”

What a coincidence, isn't it specifically to block people?

Song Jiu sighed, it's so late, the big guy doesn't sleep, she still has the heart to teach her a lesson.

Sun Yingyu's tone was provocative: "We should settle the account last time." ”