Suddenly, the child's voice sounded again: "Sister, run, ......"

Then Liancheng Yazhi heard the sound of the door opening on the third floor above, and the messy footsteps ran down from the raw surface. Liancheng Yazhi took three steps and ran up with two steps, and within two steps, he saw a thin figure appear in front of him.

The twelve-year-old girl was thin and small, her hair was disheveled, her school uniform had not been changed, her clothes were torn, the blood on her head was almost red on half of her face, and she was panting and staggering down the stairs, as if she could fall from it at any moment.

Because I didn't see Liancheng Yazhi standing at a fast speed, I found that there were people standing below after three or four steps, but it was too late to keep my footsteps, so I fell into Liancheng Yazhi's arms.

Liancheng Yazhi was led by inertia to take a step back, and then immediately stabilized her body and hugged the girl tightly.

The girl's body was trembling, her black and white eyes were full of panic and hidden pain, looking at Liancheng elegantly, her expression was indescribably frightened.

Liancheng Yazhi hugged her tightly, the girl seemed to be so thin that there were only bones left, and there was no weight in her body, and she could feel the bones pricking her hands when she held her.

The girl is very embarrassed, her current face and her later adult appearance, she can't see anything in common at the moment, but the moment she met her eyes, Liancheng Yazhi was sure that this was the girl he was looking for, and it was his face.

Seeing the wounds on Rong Yan's body and the bloody wounds on his forehead, Liancheng Yazhi's heart hurt badly, as if he had been pierced by a dense needle, his throat was blocked uncomfortably, and he couldn't breathe at all as if he was choked by his neck.

The narrow corridor was filled with dust and smell, and the world seemed to be quiet at this moment, and the noisy cursing around him disappeared in an instant, leaving only the girl in his arms.

Liancheng reached out with a trembling hand to stroke the blood-soaked hair on his face, and he said softly: "Don't be afraid, I'll take you away, I'll take you away......"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Liancheng Yazhi knew how trembling his voice was at the moment, and he felt that he was about to cry.

The distress and pity for his face, and his hatred for Yang Yan made him feel angry that he had never felt before.

He had only heard a few words about her childhood in Rongyan's dictation before.

Now, seeing it with his own eyes, he knows that the experience of the face is far more miserable than he imagined, and he always thought that he must love the face more and give her a lot of love to make up for the scars of her childhood.

However, I now know that these injuries are too deep to be repaired at all.

I don't know if Rong Yan heard it, but after he finished speaking, she fainted.

The blood on her head rubbed against Liancheng's elegant T-shirt, and the red blood was very dazzling.

Liancheng Yazhi was so frightened that his heart stagnated, and he hurriedly hugged Rongyan downstairs, now is not the time to be angry, take Rongyan to the doctor first, and then clean up Yang Yan later.

But as soon as Liancheng Yazhi turned around, he heard Yang Yan's sharp and piercing voice behind him: "Where are you a little cub, you put people down for me, don't go...... Put people down. ”

The woman who was watching the excitement just now on the second floor said to Yang Yan, who was carrying a broom from upstairs: "Yo, Sister Yang, I just heard it, people said to take your daughter away, and the current students all like early love...... Isn't this supposed to be...... Your daughter's little boyfriend, right? "Recommended: ()()()()()()(

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