"I just know you don't take a taxi." Lin Yibei parked the locomotive next to Nanchu and said, "Get on the train." ”

Nan Chu was already flustered and didn't know when she would be able to get to school, but now that the culprit came, she was relieved.

At least, I can go back sooner, and it doesn't cost money.

But she really misunderstood Lin Yibei.

He didn't come to her to take her to school.

But......

"I shouldn't be able to go back to the dormitory now, so you can make do with me tonight."

Nan Chu: "I want to get out of the car, you stop." ”

Nan Chu sat in the back of the car, grabbing the corner of Lin Yibei's clothes, feeling a little panicked.

Lin Yibei rode a motorcycle, ignored her, and instead accelerated the car.

Seeing this, Nan Chu was anxious.

She "hey", and before she could say any more, she felt that Lin Yibei's breathing was getting heavier and heavier, but the speed of the car was not slow.

Nan Chu felt that something was wrong, so he didn't speak.

The further the car went, the more it began to twist and twist out of control.

Nan Chu didn't quarrel again this time, but grabbed Lin Yibei tightly.

She touched the clothes on his waist and got wet.

Not sweat, but blood.

No one knew just now, who picked up the glass slag of the wine bottle on the ground and slashed it towards Lin Yibei's waist.

He had no strength until now.

The glass slag was still in the wound, and it hurt so much.

Mixed with sweat again, it hurts terribly.

Originally, it was nothing to go straight to the hospital or clinic after leaving the billiards hall, but he felt that this stupid girl couldn't go back to school by himself.

Those who brought it out by themselves have to bring it back by themselves.

……

The locomotive was parked under a half-used apartment building.

Lin Yibei got out of the car and went in, walking a little swaying.

Fortunately, there is an elevator, and it will be at the door in a while.

Since Nan Chu touched the blood on his body, he had no intention of going back.

Although she didn't have a good impression of Lin Yibei, she even hated him a little.

But she remembered distinctly that he was unhurt before the blow on her face, and that no one had even touched him.

That's when he kept her head on the line, and he was injured.

After all, he could compete with them with one hand.

So she couldn't do it and left him alone.

"Pick up the key and open the door." Lin Yibei leaned against the wall, completely out of strength.

Nan Chu walked over and put his hand into his trouser pocket and fumbled for a while.

"Hey......" Lin Yibei's face fell.

Nan Chu didn't hear clearly, his hand kept looking, and finally touched something through the fabric.

"Lin Yibei, are your trouser pockets leaking? If you go inside. ”

"In your ass pocket." Lin Yibei gritted his teeth, "That's not the key." ”

Nan Chu withdrew his hand and touched it in his butt pocket: "Isn't it the key?" ”

Lin Yibei: "...... You have a lot of questions. ”

Many years later, Lin Yibei's favorite game to play with Nan Chu is to find the key.

……

After entering the house, the inside was much cleaner than Nan Chu had imagined.

Except for the cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table and the empty wine bottle in the corner, everything else is clean and tidy.

Although there is not much furniture, it is pleasing to the eye, the light ones are all gray and white, and the deep ones are navy blue.

Lin Yibei took off his bloody shirt and threw it on the ground when he entered the house, and then the whole person lay on the sofa.

"Aren't you going to the clinic?" Nan Chu saw his bleeding wound, and his scalp was numb with nervousness.

It was eight centimeters in size, and it was covered in blood.

"No, I don't have to. Iodophor and cotton wool are in the box under the bedside in the bedroom, you go and get it, I'll do it myself. ”

Nan Chu stood quietly, for a few seconds, she looked at half of his face, and always felt that she didn't know this person.

Shouldn't he have hugged him? Shouldn't the young master have a big temper? Shouldn't it be hypocritical to cut your fingers for a long time?