As soon as Xi Hanyan arrived at the door of the house, he was blocked by Lu Qingran.

"Where did you go, why did you come back so late?" Lu Qingran half-leaned against the door.

Against the light, Qingjun's gentle face is even more profound.

The girl's face was a little pale, and her eyes were fixed on the ground, looking at her toes.

Xi Hanyan's voice was extremely light: "Today, the school makes up classes, and school ends a little later than before." ”

Lu Qingran asked, "Just make up for your class?" ”

Xi Hanyan pursed his lips: "No, the whole grade is making up classes." ”

Lu Qingran nodded and didn't ask any more: "Call me next time I make up the class, and I'll pick you up." ”

Saying that, he staggered to let her, just in the moment of passing by her.

Suddenly I smelled the sweet aroma of the girl, and there was a faint smell of blood lingering in it.

Lu Qingran stopped and frowned: "Injured?" Is someone bullying you? ”

Xi Hanyan's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and his pale lips pulled out a gentle smile: "No, who dares to bully me." ”

Xi Hanyan is telling the truth.

However, Lu Qingran looked at her like this, obviously not believing it.

In his cognition, Xi Hanyan has always been very weak, like a grass swaying in the wind and rain, as if it would be broken by the wind at any time.

With a plan in her heart, Lu Qingran also spoke, and went directly to take her hand.

Xi Hanyan subconsciously shrank his shoulders, and hurriedly hid his hand behind him to prevent him from looking.

But how can a girl's strength be greater than that of a boy.

Under the miserable white light, the girl's slender wrist was firmly clamped by Lu Qingran and forced to reach out in front of him.

Her originally thin white and tender palms were covered with scars, and her slender fingers were abnormally red and a little swollen.

In a few places, blood had even scabbed out, and the wounds were dark red blood beads that had long since congealed.

Lu Qingran's eyes sank, and he had always been gentle and his face was cold: "It's all like this, you still say that you haven't been bullied, Xi Hanyan, are you a pig?" I was bullied, I don't know if it's true! ”

Xi Hanyan had never seen Lu Qingran so fierce.

Suddenly, he yelled at her, her body trembled, she blinked, and her aggrieved tears were no longer controllable, and she scrambled to roll out of her eyes.

"I... I'm not a pig ......" The girl cried very sadly, her tone was soft and full of grievances, and her eyes were red.

Her long black eyelashes trembled violently, and there was a crystal teardrop hanging on them, but she couldn't cover the sadness in her eyes.

Lu Qingran looked at it and sighed in his heart.

This is really unspeakable, unspeakable, unscolding.

Forget it, I really owe her, who made him a brother.

"You're not a pig, I am." He slowed his tone, "Don't cry, I didn't scold you, but you don't want to hide anything from me." ”

"I'm your brother, whoever bullies you will tell me."

The young man's gentle eyebrows were quite cold at the moment: "Who is it?" ”

Lu Qingran is really gentle, but it's a pity that he is not interesting to her.

Xi Hanyan thought about it, and sighed regretfully in his heart: "I don't know, but his hair is red." ”

For teammates, sell when it's time to sell.

Lu Qingran thought for a moment, and gradually matched the red hair with his face in his mind, and he had a bottom in his heart.

He asked Xi Hanyan to sit on the sofa, went to find the medicine box himself, looked at the small and dense wounds on his hands, and didn't know what the injuries were.

Lu Qingran's voice was soft and slow: "Does it hurt?" ”

His brow was still tightly furrowed, and the movements of his hands were as gentle as his tone.

Xi Hanyan shook his head and showed a well-behaved smile: "It doesn't hurt." ”

If it weren't for the slight trembling of her pale lips and the trembling of the hand he was gently holding, Lu Qing would have almost believed it.