Eight thirty.

It was already completely dark.

Ginger Liquor came out of the tent barefoot and plugged in the small lanterns.

Soon, small warm yellow lights began to flicker around the three-meter-wide tent.

Humming a little tune, she squatted on the edge of the tent and played in the sand for a while, then hugged her legs and crouched next to the tent, looking down at the time.

It's half past eight, and I don't know when Winciley will come.

However, the city center is two hours away from the sea, and it is normal for Wen Xili to arrive a little late.

She looked up, listened to the sound of the waves, and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky.

On this night, as it was eight years ago, the weather was still so clear and the starry night was still shining.

Jiang Jiu bent the corners of his lips and looked at the waves in the distance, his eyes flowing with a little tenderness because of the memory.

*

Mrs. Wen called.

"Where are you now, Sili? Alarm. It's already gone, the ambulance is coming, I just called Chunbai, you, you say, should I go to the hospital with me? ”

Her voice sounded nervous, and she seemed to be startled by the content of her son's phone call.

Wen Xili had already gone to the city center, he frowned slightly, looked down at the time, and went back and forth, it was already nine o'clock.

"I'll go to the hospital." Wen Xili said, "Mom, you are at home, don't go out tonight." ”

Mrs. Wen answered, and then sighed: "Alas, how did it happen like this? I just watched their loving ...... a while ago."

Wen Xili was not in the mood to listen to his mother's exclamation, he hung up the phone, slightly accelerated the accelerator, and drove towards the city hospital.

Half an hour later, his car stopped in front of the hospital.

When he went up, he had just finished taking notes. Just as he walked down from the upstairs, Wen Xili stepped aside, seeing that their expressions were relaxed, and they did not look like they were dead.

He walked up in a deep voice, and then heard Ling Zihan's voice: "Wen Shao." ”

Wen Xili stopped, looked up, and saw Ling Zihan walking out of the emergency room with the support of the nurse.

He looked a little miserable.

There is a red slap mark on the white skin, and there are scratches on the neck and face, which have just been medicated, but it looks like it is still bloody.

The handsome appearance of the past is gone, his hair is messy, and his clothes are stained by the dumping of food.

- A tragic appearance of domestic violence.

When he saw him, he broke away from the nurse's arm, stepped forward and nodded lightly at Wen Xili, and said with a wry smile of helplessness: "...... Let you see the joke. ”

Wen Xili looked at him like this, frowned slightly, opened his mouth calmly, and said to Ling Zihan: "I received a call from Cai Wei. ”

"I know." Speaking of this, Ling Zihan seemed to be even more helpless and guilty, he picked up his messy short hair, and said to Wen Xili, "Cai Wei accidentally stepped on it...... It really makes you laugh. ”

Regarding the quarrel between him and Jiang Caiwei, Wen Xili heard this, which seemed to make this young man very embarrassed and ashamed, and in front of Wen Xili, he also showed a little helplessness.

"Hmm." Wen Xili retracted his gaze and turned his head to look at the ward not far away, in the ward, He Chunbai had already arrived, sitting next to Jiang Caiwei, because he was caught by He Chunbai's back, he couldn't see what Jiang Caiwei looked like now.