The red light was a little long, and after a tiring day, Wen Zhiyu closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Obviously, the sound outside the car is very messy, the sound of the wind, the conversation of passers-by, the sound of horns.

But a person's name in someone's mouth blocked all the noise and broke into his ears strongly.

Yu slowly .....

When he heard someone calling her name, he opened his eyes and subconsciously lowered the window, looking for the figure.

Sure enough, in the next second, she ran out of the corner, her ponytail was already scattered, her black hair was scattered messily on her shoulders, her face was a shocking slap print, and the bloodshot at the corners of her mouth was terrifying.

At the moment of looking at her, he clearly saw the helplessness and helplessness in her eyes, and even, rolling a little self-esteem.

The red light ends, and the parked vehicle moves slowly.

He lost his mind for a moment, and the sound of the whistle behind him suddenly pulled his distant thoughts back.

He started the car slowly, and when he turned his head to look again, Yu was slowly gone.

She hurried to the bus stop and got on a random bus.

"Yu slowly!"

After the bus left, Yu Zhihai also chased to the bus stop, panting and scolding at the bus: "Little-man, you have the ability to hide outside and don't give Lao Tzu back for the rest of your life!" Come back and see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you! ”

Wen Zhiyu glanced in the rearview mirror a few times while driving the car, looking at the scolding man at the bus stop, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he suddenly understood something.

Retract your thoughts and concentrate on driving.

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Yu slowly sat down in the seat, his body trembling.

Obviously there was plenty of heating on the bus, but she still felt very cold.

She curled up and hugged herself tightly, trying to find a glimmer of security and warmth.

The pain on her face seemed to spread to her whole body, and she felt that every part of her body hurt heartbreakingly.

Especially Wen Zhiyu's eyes.

She was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to get into.

She knew how embarrassing and pitiful her situation was, Wen Zhiyu's sympathetic eyes, it stands to reason that she should have been used to seeing them, but such eyes came from him, and she couldn't stand it.

Her embarrassment can be revealed in front of anyone, but he, no.

She didn't want to see sympathy in his eyes, she didn't want him to think she was a pathetic creature.

This was her last self-esteem.

But he saw it anyway.

saw such an unsightly scene of her.

The inferiority complex rolled desperately, like a turbulent wave, and she couldn't resist it anymore.

His eyes were instantly filled with tears, and he kept falling.

She wiped a handful of tears indiscriminately, and the tears in her palms were still mixed with red bloodshots.

The teary eyes blurred again.

She has stopped crying since a long time ago, even if Yu Zhihai beats her hard, she won't cry, she can't cry at all, she is numb to pain.

But now when I cry, I can't control it, as if I want to shed all the tears of all these years.

The passengers all looked at her with strange eyes, but a kind person handed her a tissue, and she cried so much that she couldn't even say "thank you".

She wiped her tears, glanced at the route of the bus, and found that the bus was going in the opposite direction of Tang Shijia, and then hurriedly got off at the next stop.

She crossed the street and walked to the bus stop opposite, intending to take the bus she had just taken back.

I cried so much that I still sobbed to this day.

She sat on a bench on the edge of the bus stop, her hair down.

A car stopped in front of her, followed by the sound of the door closing, and then a steady sound of footsteps approaching her.

The next second, a handkerchief reached out in front of her, and she was stunned for a moment, and when she saw the white and bony hand holding the handkerchief, she raised her head in shock.

Wen Zhiyu stood in front of her expressionlessly, did not speak, but just motioned for her to take the handkerchief.

Yu slowly didn't answer, only glanced at him, and immediately lowered his head, not wanting him to see her ghostly appearance, and then explained in a slur manner: "I.... I accidentally bumped into a drunk, and then he recognized the wrong person, so he ....."

In the end, she couldn't make it up.

And Wen Zhiyu was very face-saving and cooperated with her performance, and said "um".

Yu slowly bit his lip, feeling very uncomfortable.

She didn't take the handkerchief for a long time, Wen Zhiyu lost her patience, forcibly stuffed her hand, opened her mouth and was about to speak, only to see her suddenly raise her head, those clear eyes with crystal teardrops, as if they were no longer clear, her eyes were complicated and depressed and self-deprecating, "Are you pitying me?" ”

A person who has ignored her from beginning to end, after seeing her embarrassment, suddenly comes to care about her, isn't it pitiful?

Wen Zhiyu looked at her silently, her eyes made him a little irritable inexplicably, it was the kind of indescribable irritability, not annoying her, but he didn't know what he was annoying about.

He felt that he might have really fallen into an evil spirit, her helpless appearance always drifted in front of his eyes, and he should have turned a corner, but he somehow followed behind the bus she was on, all the way here.

Maybe his kindness, which had disappeared for a long time, finally returned.

"If you really pity me." Yu slowly didn't wait for his answer, and naturally understood his silence as acquiescence, she suddenly curved the corners of her mouth, smiling with longing and request, "Then hug me." ”

Wen Zhiyu frowned, and before he could say the five words "I don't pity you", he was completely strangled in his throat by Yu Yu's slow rush into his arms.