Han Jin didn't eat at the old lady's house, and Guoqing's younger brother Guoliang quickly came over and asked him to go back.

After breakfast, the old lady wandered out to find someone to buy meat, and Zhou Lanxiang sat on the rocking chair in front of the window knitting a sweater, also waiting for Han Jin.

Han Jin resented her and would definitely come to her again, most likely with the girl named Shuhui. Whether it's a demonstration or an unwillingness, he won't let her go like this anyway.

She was mentally prepared, since she met him, she couldn't hide from many things, and she always had to go through such an experience.

She tried to think about it for a while, but she didn't remember what the girl named Shuhui looked like, and after a quick glance yesterday, she completely forgot to go and see the girl.

If you don't see it, forget it, anyway, the key to the matter is not Shuhui.

The warm spring sun shone brightly, she soon became sleepy, and slept a lot last night, but she was unusually tired, not like sleeping, but harder than staying up all night.

Zhou Lanxiang figured it out, her heart was empty and a little tired, and she began to doze off when she should have been like a knife.

In fact, she didn't really be able to fall asleep, she just felt very tired, half-asleep and knew that someone opened the door and came in, she tried hard to open her eyes, and struggled for a while before she woke up, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Han Jin standing in front of her, blocking the sunlight, and he stood with his backlight, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

Zhou Lanxiang turned her head and looked, he came alone.

Han Jin's tall figure slowly squatted down, even if she was squatting, it was taller than her sitting in the rocking chair, and the feeling of oppression was so strong that she subconsciously leaned back on the chair.

There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were dark and heavy, which was really completely different from the big boy who had a bad temper but clear eyes before.

He stared at Zhou Lanxiang with heavy eyes for a long time, and neither of them spoke, until he reached out and grabbed her wrist.

She has been very thin recently, the blue veins on her wrists are particularly conspicuous on her pale skin, her slender fingers are almost translucent, as smooth as cold jade but cold to the touch, as fragile as if the spring light outside the window can melt it.

He only held it lightly and didn't move again, staring at her exposed wrist with lowered eyes as if in a daze, and it took a long time to raise his eyes to look at her, and the dark tide in his eyes was surging, like the sea in the dark night.

"You ......" Han Jin stopped after saying a word, he was really dumb and depressed, he closed his eyes heavily, and paused for a while before speaking again, "You are planning to run away from home and live like this?" I'll find it later, are you going to toss yourself away? ”

In the end, he began to exert force in his hands, although his face was still trying his best to be calm, his tone was already very heavy, "Xiangxiang, you are cruel to me, I admit it, why are you tossing yourself so much?" Do you want me to die completely? You know me! Stick a knife in my heart! ”

The more Han Jin spoke, the more excited he became, but he didn't exert any more force in his hands. The wrist in his hand was as fragile as a smooth and transparent ice sculpture, and the heat in his hand could melt her away.

The cold touch also made the emotions gushing out of his chest quickly cool down, he took a deep breath, held her other wrist in the hot palm, and subconsciously began to rub it gently, wanting her to warm up a little.

"Let's go home, let's go now! You don't have to pack up your things, you leave a note for Aunt Zhang, she is good to you, if you can't let it go, we will come to see her after a while, and we will walk around as relatives in the future......"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Lanxiang began to struggle violently, more resolute and crazy than last night, twisting his arm vigorously regardless of it, tearing Han Jin's hand, and trying to push him away with his hands and feet.

Like the beautiful little bird he caught from the mountains when he was a child, with colorful feathers, beautiful big eyes, crisp and lively, small no bigger than half his fist, jumping lightly on the branches, he wanted to catch it back and give it to her at first sight.

But when he caught it back, such a beautiful and fragile little thing was rampaging wildly in the cage, and finally found that it really couldn't get out, and even began to peck at its own feathers until it pecked itself into a blur of flesh and blood.

He finally tried to let it go, but it was a cold, ugly corpse.

Han Jin trapped Xiangxiang in his arms, didn't dare to let go or stop her, and could only try to block her from hurting herself while struggling. But after only a moment's effort, her fingernails still scratched a purlin on her arm, and the blood beads that quickly oozed out made Han Jin's pupils shrink quickly, and suddenly tightened her arms and hugged her tightly, making her unable to move.

But even if her head was pressed into his arms and she couldn't move, her mouth could still move, and when he found out, she had bitten her lips into a bloody blur, and the blood at the corners of her mouth snaked down the snow-white skin, burning his heart like fire.

Han Jin's eyes instantly turned blood-red, "Xiangxiang!" ”

His voice was hoarse and suppressed, with a hint of blood, "Xiangxiang!" Do you want to force us both to death? ”

Zhou Lanxiang responded to him with a more violent struggle, the blood stains on her mouth stained the white sweater on her body red, lining her face as pale and cold as ice and snow, obviously fragile that he could easily control it with one hand, but it made him frightened, as if she had become the bird that was going to leave even if she died.

Han Jin slowly loosened his grip on her and took several steps back before stopping. Zhou Lanxiang finally calmed down, leaning back in the chair and looking at him nervously and warily.

Han Jin looked at Zhou Lanxiang's eyes were dark and gloomy, like a dark night without stars and moons, and no light could be seen through at all, "Xiangxiang, you really don't want to go home with me?" ”

Zhou Lanxiang's lips were the same as her face, as pale as paper, her body and face were stained with blood, embarrassed but extremely firm, like an ice sculpture in the ice and snow, hard as a rock, but also fragile enough to shatter if you knocked it lightly.

She bit her lip and nodded at Han Jin's gaze.

Han Jin had completely calmed down, his voice was as calm as last night, and he couldn't see any emotion on his face anymore, "If you don't go home with me, I'm really going to get married, don't you regret it?" ”

Zhou Lanxiang's teeth subconsciously bit down, and a stream of bright red blood instantly gushed out of her lips, but she was unconscious, and nodded as firmly as just now.

Han Jin turned around abruptly and stood still for a while before striding out.

Zhou Lanxiang stared at the door he opened and closed tightly, her body was frozen, even her eyes were motionless, but the blood at the corners of her mouth was getting more and more, falling on the snow-white sweater one by one.

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