After asking this question, Peng Meixin was slightly stunned.

In the next second, she seemed to have heard a big joke, showing an expression of "unreasonable" with a "stupid and unreasonable" expression, her eyes were cold and sarcastic, and she looked at me so strangely and incomprehensibly.

"Fang Jinyu, you should know how stupid this question is, right?"

I didn't speak, just stared at her, waiting for her answer.

"Yes, I hate you." Her expression also became serious, with indelible hatred and resentment: "I hate you so much that I want to destroy you." I've never dreamed of giving you a taste of disrepute. ”

"So today, not only am I going to win you, but I'm going to make you go through the pain I went through. On your face, on your heart, there are indelible traces, so that you will never forget for the rest of your life, you are sorry for me! ”

I listened to her constant evil words, and finally I couldn't help but close my eyes.

Really. It's still the expected result.

"So, if you're really sorry, then obediently accept the result you deserve, it's what you owe me."

My heart fell again, but my mind roared.

I exhaled deeply, slowly opened my eyes, looked at her with clear eyes, and said to her firmly, "No. I owe you everything I owe. ”

She didn't seem to expect me to say such a thing, so she looked at me incredulously and disgustedly: "What did you say? Do you owe me anything you owe? ”

"I have injured your medical expenses, delayed your study time, and I will send you a carefully made summary of key points, notes, and the papers I have screened out myself, and all the materials that should be compensated, I will return you. As for your mental damage, during the month you were hospitalized, part of your resentment was vented on my uncle, and I took the rest. ”

I calmly narrated, Peng Meixin's eyes were scarlet, and her voice was also trembling with anger: "You fart!" ”

As she spoke, she rushed over without hesitation, and within three steps of me, she leaped into the air, her legs were so strong that she was about to be chopped off.

I looked at the "weapon" with absolute strength and hatred, and with all my strength, I crossed my arms in front of my chest, and I resisted it firmly, and I didn't retreat in embarrassment.

She didn't take advantage of it, retracted her legs, and started attacking my lower handicap, and I took the lead and went around to her left side, which I dodged.

She immediately stretched out her left arm to attack me, but I grabbed her shoulder and controlled her upper body, unable to move.

I reminded you loudly: "We are playing taekwondo. You're in hand-to-hand combat. ”

She was furious: "So what, as long as I can win, I will do whatever it takes!" ”

As he spoke, he withdrew his left arm, and as soon as his left leg was extended, he was about to mix me. I immediately dodged and stood in front of her again.

She didn't say anything more, and rushed straight into the same offensive stance as I had back then.

My memory flashed, and as she got closer, the scene in front of me slowly overlapped with the one in my memory.

My ears started to buzz, and my mind didn't seem to work, I couldn't think about anything, I couldn't resist anything.

It's like a drowning person, who can't struggle, can't ask for help, and loses the instinct to save himself.

In a trance, I seemed to see Jiang Yueze's starry eyes, with a light that pierced through the darkness, shining straight into my eyes.

Suddenly, all the instincts, the hot blood, and the knee-jerk reactions in my body came to life, and I watched straight at the fist smashing in front of my eye socket, and then went up to face her, wrapping her fist tightly in my palm.

She didn't seem to expect me to react like this, and the gloom and anger in her eyes were even worse, struggling to pull out the shackled hand.

I held it tightly, and when she found that she couldn't move, she made a fist with her other hand and swung it over.

I leaned sideways, dodging her fists as I circled behind her, squeezing the subdued hand behind her back.

She couldn't move, and her tone was full of annoyance and unwillingness: "How dare you! ”

I looked at her appearance, was silent for a few seconds, and finally said softly: "I said, I don't owe you." The only thing I owe you is an apology. ”

She listened, and paused as she struggled to move.

"I'm sorry." I spoke sincerely and seriously: "Whether you accept it or not, I always owe you an apology for what happened back then." ”

After saying that, without waiting for her to react, I let go of her hand.

She immediately adjusted her posture and looked at me face to face.

"That's it." I looked at her and said calmly, "There's no need to tell the winners. Let's end all grievances like this. I hope you will let me go, and let yourself go. In the future, don't say goodbye. ”

She was rarely expressionless, just looking at me quietly.

After a few seconds, she sneered coldly: "A word of sorry, can you write it off?" ”

"What about all the time I lost? What about my happiness? What do you take back!! ”

"I'm still over." I heard myself say that.

She was a little incredulous: "What? Have you paid it back? ”

"Yes, I've passed." I raised my eyelids and replied calmly and coldly: "All those times you've had, your pleasures, and all the differences I've brought, I've paid for with my punishment, self-blame, fear, fear, torment, guilt, and guilt for myself. ”

"Repaid?" When she heard my answer, her expression was as if she had seen a dead fly, disgusted and disgusted, and with the impatience of being messed around, she slowly pointed to the scar in the corner of her eye, which was neither long nor short: "What about this scar?" Have you paid it back? Or rather, how are you going to pay it back? "Parkway

I was silent, speechless.

The audience was already arguing, as if they were all curious about what we were talking about, or curious about what we were doing when we were not playing properly and confronting each other on stage. But the two of us stood on the stage, quietly staring at each other.

yes, that scar, how can it be returned? It's a nerve-wracking question.

"Why, can't you tell?" Peng Meixin said sarcastically: "I want to cut off all grievances, but I find that you owe me a lot." What does it feel like, do you tell me? ”

I looked at her indentation, which was unusually obvious under the light, and it was still glowing with a faint luster, which was imprinted in my eyes, extremely dazzling.

Yes, she was right, I can't pay it back. How painful she was, I can't say.

"Look at Fang Jinyu, you can't make up for me in your life, and you have to live in the guilt and shadow of hurting me all your life. You can't get rid of me. ”

I clenched my fist and didn't make a sound.

She sneered, the smile on the corner of her mouth cruel and cold: "So, the only way is for you to leave an exact scar, so that we can really even." ”

The next second, she swung her fist and rushed at me.

I watched as his fist got closer and closer, and his hand clenched tighter and tighter. But in the end, I chose to soberly watch her succeed.

"Wow!" Just as her fist was about to fall, the whistle was accompanied by a force that dragged me back, and then I smelled the nice aroma of mint lemon lingering and fell into a warm embrace.

Immediately afterward, I heard a loud noise, and the sound of the host maintaining order.

My ears were buzzing, and even so, I heard a muffled grunt that was almost inaudible.

I immediately came to my senses, that punch must not be light, it hit Jiang Yueze's shoulder and back, even if it was not injured, it would hurt to bruise.

I cautiously came out of his arms, busily trying to check the place where the force was being applied, but he gently stopped me.

His expression was very light, an inconsequential indifference, his eyes were full of concern, and he said gently: "Are you okay?" ”

I shook my head and wanted to see his injuries, but he didn't give me a chance, so he grabbed my hand and turned around to see Peng Meixin.

"In this way, even if it is clear." He spoke indifferently at Peng Meixin, with a domineering and indifferent attitude that could not be refused and discussed: "In the future, there is no need to see each other again." ”

After saying that, he took me by the hand and was about to step down.

The host also said a thank you speech, signaling that we could stop the discussion and then step down.

I followed Jiang Yueze down, but when I passed by Peng Meixin, I heard her almost murmuring voice: "Are you still protecting her like this?" ”

Jiang Yueze didn't seem to hear it, and walked forward without any stop.

As I passed, I stopped and staggered with her.

I looked at Peng Meixin and said quietly: "You ask me how to return that scar, then I'll tell you." ”

Peng Meixin tilted her head sideways, and said arrogantly with an absent-minded look: "What? ”

"Is it enough for a year of anxiety?"

Peng Meixin's pupils suddenly dilated, and she stared at me in disbelief: "Impossible, impossible, impossible ......"

At the same time, Jiang Yueze held my hand and let go suddenly. But the next second it was tighter.

It seems like if if I don't hold me hard, I'll disappear.

I looked at Peng Meixin like this, slowly turned my head, and shook Jiang Yueze's hand hard.

It was as if to silently tell him: Don't worry, don't be afraid, I'm here. I am fine.

When I looked up, I met his eyes that were so good to hide as promised, there was distress, tenderness, shock, self-blame, guilt, and my eyes were sour.

I tilted my head and gave him a sweet and warm smile, and my voice was the softest: "Aze, take me away." ”

Jiang Yueze's throat rolled, and it took a long time to spit out a "good" with difficulty.

He took my hand and led me off the stage tightly, steadily.

As soon as I got off the stage, I felt that the noise of the audience had nothing to do with me, and the crowds and the noise of the world had nothing to do with me.

All of this is not to be feared.

Because Jiang Yueze, my dear Jiang Yueze, he is with me.

When he took me back to the dressing room, he hugged me tightly before I could react.

I felt like I was going to suffocate. He seemed to be terrified, so sad that his whole body would tremble slightly, his breathing would not be as gentle as usual, and his arms would wrap around me like an iron arm, as if he were going to rub me into his body.

"The first dawn." His voice was almost inaudible, trembling with restraint, and a little nervous and afraid: "I regret it." ”

"I regret the two years that I didn't bother you."

When I heard what he said, I couldn't help but cry.