In October, the days had become noticeably shorter, and the sky was already dark and heavy at about six o'clock, and the clouds were so thick that they covered the top of this area, and there was a kind of imminent change of wind and clouds.

Xiao Xuan had a peaceful dinner with Ning Yi very cooperatively, not embarrassed or embarrassed, with the hunger of the rest of his life, both of them ate very much. And Ning Yi rushed to pay, Xiao Xuan was not too polite, but said nonchalantly: "Next time I will invite."

After a meal, Ning Yi found that a bruise on Xiao Xuan's forehead was more obvious. Her guilt began to go crazy again, and she worried, "Does it still hurt?"

Xiao Xuan stood with his hands in his hands, listening to her question, and said with a smile: "You refuse to help me apply a medicine, what can I do if it hurts?"

Ning Yi: "...... What's the matter with you! Can you talk well, wouldn't you say it sooner if it hurts, we can still go to the hospital to deal with it. Well, now the hospital is closed. But if it hurts so badly, let's go to the emergency room! ”

Ning Yi was really angry, thinking that he didn't know the severity of this person, and he was joking and joking, how could he not say it earlier if it really hurt? Wouldn't it be a big deal if there was something wrong with the body! And he, a scholar, in case he is hurt in the brain, she feels sorry for the motherland.

She anxiously looked left and right at Xiao Xuan's forehead, the wound was bruised, and there were some fine red blood streaks in the middle. What the, Ning Yi pulled the fat man out again in his heart and greeted the eighteenth generation of his ancestors.

Xiao Xuan looked at her: "Actually, it's okay, I'll go back to school at night to apply the medicine."

Ning Yi was verbose: "You must eliminate the poison before applying, if there is anything uncomfortable, you have to go to the hospital tomorrow if you ask for leave." If you go to the hospital, remember to pull me up. ”

Xiao Xuan raised his eyebrows and moved closer to her: "Why am I going to the hospital to pull you?"

"You were beaten because I was beaten, and I am responsible." Ning Yi answered without thinking about it. But after saying that, I felt that something was wrong. Until Xiao Xuan repeated: "Oh~ responsible for me?"

Phew! Who is responsible for you. Ning Yi was not angry: "Responsible for your injuries, what are you poor!" Okay, it's not too early, let's go back quickly. ”

It was completely dark, Xiao Xuan sent Ning Yi downstairs in the dormitory, and then gave her a smile that was quite exaggerated for him.

Ning Yi watched Xiao Xuan's figure disappear into the night, and felt that he seemed to be in a good mood.

She let out a deep breath, she encountered malice from scum for the first time today, it was as if she had experienced a social beating. For a while, the fat hand that covered her waist, the injury on Xiao Xuan's face, and the skirt she hooked up were connected into thrilling clips that poured into her brain.

She didn't dare to imagine if Xiao Xuan wasn't here today, or if she went to a more remote place today, or if the people she met were not these hooligans but a few vicious gangsters, not bare-handed and armed with murder weapons, then what would be the result for her? She suddenly had a sense of powerlessness and vulnerability, if she really encountered an accident, she was a girl with little strength, and she probably didn't even have a chance to say the word resistance.

People are born small, and most of the time they are vulnerable in the face of full malice and harm.

But it is precisely because of this that the existence of Xiao Xuan and the emergence of goodwill are even more valuable.

Ning Yi looked at his torn sleeves, smiled lightly, and then hid his rare softness, took out a fierce attitude, and called Jin Wenlang.

This old mother, what kind of shit sponsorship are you looking for. The first time you catch him unreliable, you have to scold him for scolding him.

Ning Yi's evening greetings worried about Jin Wenlang, who had just gotten off the plane, for half an hour before he stopped. After sharing with Shi Qingqing and them today's experience of escaping from the hands of scum, it was almost ten o'clock. She took a shower to wash away her tiredness, and then habitually opened her mailbox.

A message popped up - "Dear author Ning Ning, your manuscript "An Zhi Ruosu" has been included in this studio, and the follow-up work will be sent to you within five working days. Please pay attention to the status of your mailbox. ”