Suddenly, the sound of glass breaking came from outside the house, Xing Fei was startled, walked over quickly, opened the door, and walked out of the living room.

When he saw the scene in front of him, he stopped.

Blood-like liquid flowed from behind the couch, and she ran over with her nerves fluttering.

Stopping at the sofa, she looked at Yan Yuan who was lying on the carpet, silent for a while.

Yan Yuan's light gray shirt was wet on the chest, with dark red marks.

The upper body is tilted, the back is leaning against the edge of the sofa, sitting on the ground, and the long legs are also casually horizontal.

The glass shattered on the tiled floor, and the blood-red wine was sprinkled with splinters, reflecting the crystalline light.

Xing Fei walked over barefoot and stepped on the cashmere carpet imported from Russia, soft and warm.

Yan Yuan held one arm in front of him, trying to avoid the dazzling lights in the hall.

Xing Fei's knees were still a little painful, and she gently sat down on the sofa behind him and stared at him below her sight.

Yan Yuan's fingers trembled slightly, he felt Xing Fei's arrival, but he didn't take his hand away, let alone speak.

His somewhat messy hair, slender fingers, high nose bridge, thin cool lips, and perfectly curved jawline.

Xing Fei kept looking at him like this with his eyes, and it seemed that he was not injured and did not make a sound.

The small windows on the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were not closed, and the rain was beating in.

The wind and rain hit the windows, and the ticking sound resounded throughout the silent living room.

Xing Fei turned her head to look over, there was already water on the ground in front of the window, the cold wind was blowing in, her bare arms were cold, and she was going to close the window.

Just as she was about to get up, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and she was frightened and looked over in surprise.

Yan Yuan removed his arm and reached out to grab her.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his dark eyes were turbulent.

"Boom!" A thunderclap rang out, lightning pierced the sky, and the illuminated room lit up.

Xing Fei shuddered.

"Where are you going?" Yan Yuan stared at her and spoke nervously.

Xing Fei's wrist was clenched painfully, "I'll go close the window." ”

After saying this, Yan Yuan slowly loosened his strength until he removed his hand.

With his wrist free, Xing Fei wanted to get up, but he stopped him again.

"You don't have to move, I'll close it." He propped himself up and staggered to the window.

Xing Fei didn't move, looking at his figure.

He stepped over the spilled red wine, and then walked with burgundy shoe prints.

There was also a really crimson liquid falling in dots, and Xing Fei looked up suspiciously.

Seeing his bleeding hand, it turned out that the hand he had just buried on the other side was injured.

Red wine and blood are mixed together, and the white tiles stand out.

Yan Yuan closed the window tightly, stood in front of the window and did not move, looking at the rainstorm city.

"When it rains, will all traces be erased?" Yan Yuan looked out the window and said, Xing Fei actually heard a sigh in his voice.

And he stood in front of the night, flickering and darkening, as if to merge with the night.

His tone didn't look like a question, Xing Fei didn't answer, and sat on the sofa looking at him.

Yan Yuan turned his head, "You better rest early, you now..." his gaze moved to Xing Fei's exposed knee, "You still have to recuperate." ”

She didn't want to sit here either, so she got up and walked into the house, stopped when she opened the door, looked back at him and said, "The wound is better treated." ”

Yan Yuan was stunned for a moment, but it was also fleeting, and he responded: "Hmm." ”

The night seemed to be extremely long, Xing Fei was lying on the bed, with heavy rain and thunder in her ears, staring at the crystal lamp in the dark in a daze, after a long time, she felt that the chandelier seemed to fall down in the next second.

She kept an eye on the sound outside the door, and after the last sound of the door closing, there was no movement.

It was the sound of the door closing that reminded Xing Fei of the past......

The sound she hears the most is the sound of the door slamming into the door, which is often the bell for the end of the domestic violence.

After screaming and the sound of shattering objects, there was only deathly silence in the room, and she would lock the door tightly for fear that someone would rush in.

She curled up in the corner of the bed, the slight knock on the window, and she cautiously walked over after confirming.

Pulling open the curtains, Yan Yuan's sunny and handsome face was outside the window, he signaled to Xing Fei, Xing Fei hurriedly opened the window, and looked at him inexplicably.

"Come hang out with us." Yan Yuan grabbed the window frame with both hands, and Xing Fei stretched out his head to look down.

Her room was on the second floor, and Yan Yuan climbed up along the pipe, and at the moment her feet were standing on the raised edge of the wall.

Downstairs were Wu He, Ji Bei, Zhao Qinfeng, Gu Chenlie and others, Wu He beckoned to her.

Xing Fei was worried about Yan Yuan's situation, "I can't get out now." ”

"It's okay, you sneak out, no one will find out."

Yan Yuan's hand was held in a different place, and Xing Fei, who was frightened, wanted to help him.

His expression was so bright, not as dark as hers, her inferiority complex flares up again, and she shook her head, "You go down quickly, I don't want to go out." ”

"If you don't come down, I won't move the place." Yan Yuan insisted.

"Whatever you want." Xing Fei turned around and walked into the house, sitting on the bed with his back to him.

One minute, five minutes, ten minutes...

Xing Fei couldn't help it, turned his head to look at him, his expression was very tired one second, and the next second he saw Xing Fei changed to a smiling face.

After all, she couldn't bear it, and walked over quickly, "How am I going to go down?" ”

Yan Yuan quickly withdrew after hearing her words, "Look at the place I stepped on, you will step on this in a while, and then go to the pipe below." ”

Xing Fei saw the green tendons on his arms bulging, and a trace of guilt flashed in his heart.

Xing Fei followed his method, carefully turned out of the window, but when he stepped underneath, his feet slipped and fell to the ground, they quickly surrounded him, Xing Fei shook his head to indicate that it was okay.

Next, Xing Fei became much more proficient, and often escaped to go out with them, but most of the time with the injuries she had just been beaten.

They were two grades older than her, and although they were in the same school in high school, they rarely had the opportunity to meet on campus.

Xing Fei has been scolding people around her since her father's accident, and she has been persevering through it, thinking that high school would improve, but the result is still the same.

She was withdrawn and silent, bowing her head whenever she met people, afraid that everyone would look at her at the same time, and only in front of Yan Yuan did she have the courage to speak.

She thought that she might only be able to spend her life in the shadows, but with Yan Yuan and them by her side, it seemed that in her dim and dull days, some light shone in.

And Shao Qingxin's appearance was unexpected by her.

After the school physical examination, I don't know who turned out her physical examination slip and spread it in the class.

"How much do you guess the murderer's bust?" A boy laughed loudly.

"How much! I don't really pay attention to it. Everyone asked curiously.

"There were 89!" The boys raised their voices, and the class was in an uproar.

After Xing Fei came back from the toilet and entered the classroom, everyone stared at her, and she walked to the chair in silence.

A boy walked up to her and stared at her breasts, "You're very good!" ”

"I'll go, you're not interested in murderers, are you!"

The boy turned around and waved his hand, "Go, go, what do you know!" She's probably still a chick now. ”

Xing Fei heard his filthy words, picked up the book and put it up, blocking between the two.

"Yo, I'm still shy!" Everyone started laughing again, and it seemed to be a kind of fun.

"Enough, make fun of this, you guys are disgusting!" Suddenly, a female voice shouted, and Xing Fei couldn't help but look over.

Shao poured her heart on the table, everyone in her temper class knew it, and her family background was good, no one dared to contradict her.

Shao Tianxin walked up to Xing Fei, directly took her hand, and pulled her up.

"She's my friend, I'll see who says a bad word about her again." Shao poured his heart out.

Xing Fei looked at her side face in disbelief, and Shao looked back, "It's okay, I already saw that they were not pleasing to the eye." ”

Shao Tianxin came to Xing Fei when she was really fine, Xing Fei thanked her for her company, and gradually responded to her.

The basketball court is the permanent place for the two, Shao slapped Xing Fei excitedly, "Look, Wu He, he scored again!" It's handsome! ”

Xing Fei looked at Yan Yuan, who was high-fived with Wu He, and also smiled.

"But you said, there are still three months to go before the college entrance examination, where will he go?" Shao Qianxin's beautiful face was worried at this moment, and his chin was on his knees.

This sentence also reminded Xing Fei, which school will Yan Yuan go to?

She later asked, "We went to the Polytechnic University, but there was no way, the family had to study finance." Ji Bei replied for Yan Yuan.

Polytechnic University... But Xing Fei was bent on studying literature, and when she got home, she checked the liberal arts colleges near the University of Technology.

Later, Yan Yuan graduated and was successfully admitted to the University of Science and Technology, and she was more determined in her goal.

After college, everyone went their separate ways, and only Shao Tianxin was left in Xing Fei's world.

She didn't have anything else to worry about in high school, she was going to find Yan Yuan, and she only had this thought in her mind.

There was still endless violence at home, and even though she was in her third year of high school, during the most intense revision stage, they still didn't care about her feelings and quarreled at home.

Her stepfather cheated on her, was found out by her mother, and cried every day, Xing Fei didn't understand why she refused to divorce that scumbag, everything was self-inflicted.

In the face of her indifference, her mother became even more manic, finding all kinds of reasons to beat her, she immediately became an adult, and went to school with a wound on her face.

Thinking back to the day she graduated, Yan Yuan and the others came back to celebrate with her, she looked at the colorful flowers floating in front of her, and really felt liberated.

She was completely free and could be away from this dimly lit home forever.

The morning sun poured in, Xing Fei opened her eyes, she didn't know when she fell asleep, she couldn't open her eyes, and she still felt sleepy.

But she had to leave here today, with this thought, she quickly got up, the clothes were already placed at the head of the bed, was it sent in by Yan Yuan?

She changed into clothes, she didn't know about famous brands, she only knew that the fabric felt very good.

As soon as the door opened, the smell of rice wafted over, and her nose suddenly became sour after a long absence.

Seeing Yan Yuan's back in the kitchen, she stood still.

Yan Yuan took the porridge well, turned around and saw Xing Fei standing in the living room, looking at each other.

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