In front of him, she didn't seem to be able to hide anything.

"Brother, do you know how to read minds?"

When taking the elevator upstairs, Shen Fanyin asked.

"Your emotions are written on your face, and you can understand it very well."

Jing Zeheng tucked her shirt and draped her coat more tightly, completely ignoring the fact that there was still someone in the elevator.

Duan was immersed in his own world and didn't see their interaction.

Her world is turned upside down with the rain, and the rain will eventually stop, but her world doesn't know when it will be rebuilt.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened, and her body trembled unconsciously.

The door is close at hand, and you can ......

"I'm back."

Outside the elevator, it was Duan Lao's calm voice.

The tone was very normal, as if she had just gone out for a while, had not had much fun, and now went home.

She buried her head lower, hesitated and did not dare to move, let alone look at her grandfather's face.

Weakness and guilt filled her heart. She wanted to throw herself into her grandfather's arms and tell her grievances as before, but she was the one who did the wrong thing, and she was the one who suffered for herself, so what qualifications did she have to complain again?

The once clean and gentle child is now covered in rain and mud, his eyes are red and swollen, there is a slap mark on his face, and his head is lowered as if he can no longer lift it.

Duan Lao sighed silently and glanced at Shen Fanyin. jj.br>

Shen Fanyin received the signal, turned around and grabbed Duan Qianxin's arm: "Don't be hypocritical when you get home, hurry up and change your clothes, and then go to the hospital."

Duan Qianxin's sprain on his left foot was very serious, and it hurt when he touched the ground on tiptoe. She staggered and was dragged out by Shen Fanyin, tears spilling down, and remorse was written on every drop.

Shen Fanyin held her arm, and caught a glimpse of Duan Lao's distressed but embarrassed expression, she was silent for a moment, and at the moment when Duan Tianxin was about to step out of the elevator-

Let go.

"Oops!"

Duan Tianxin instinctively exclaimed, the center of gravity that was originally relying on Shen Fanyin's body lost its support, and she couldn't help but pounce forward again.

Duan Lao instinctively stretched out his hand to support her.

He was getting old, his steps were unsteady and he took a few steps back, if it wasn't for Duan's father to support him in time, they were afraid that both of them would have fallen.

"Grandpa, are you alright?" Duan Qianxin couldn't hold back any longer, tears fell with choking, and he was so painful that cold sweat fell, but he forcibly supported Duan Lao with his backhand.

"It's okay, grandpa is fine." Elder Duan stood firmly, looking at her miserable appearance, the corners of his eyes were wet, "It's okay...... Come, go home with grandpa......

As soon as he heard the word "go home", Duan Qian couldn't hold back any longer, and threw himself into Duan Lao's arms and cried bitterly.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, I was wrong...... I was really wrong......

"I'm going to ignore him anymore, really......"

The corridor echoed with a heartfelt cry, choked with grievances and remorse.

Duan, who has never experienced the hardships of the world, has endured the pain of love, and the wind and rain that her family is reluctant to let her endure finally splashed on her in another way.

Duan's father didn't care about anything else, so he picked up his daughter and walked home quickly.

Duan's mother was full of worries, and she didn't forget to greet Shen Fanyin politely: "Fanyin, come quickly, come in and sit."

"No, it's time for me to go home, you can take care of her." Shen Fanyin waved at her and smiled, "I'll come to see Master another day."

"That...... Okay, I'll have to take my heart to the hospital later, and I won't be able to entertain you," Duan's mother said softly with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, Fanyin."

"You're welcome, go get busy." Shen Fanyin's smile was a little reluctant.

On the side, Jing Zeheng quietly pressed the door closing button, stopping Duan's mother's thanks.

The elevator door closed, and Shen Fanyin breathed a sigh of relief.

The elevator slowly went down, and Shen Fanyin suddenly whispered, "It's weird and jealous."

If she did something wrong, there was still a father who was willing to carry her.

What Duan is accustomed to is what she can't hope for.

She can try not to care, if she hasn't seen it.

Lowering her eyes, she hid the loss in her eyes.

The rain was still heavy.

Shen Fanyin stood at the door of the building, wanting to wait for Jing Zeheng to hold the umbrella, but the slightly cool umbrella handle was stuffed into her hand.

She didn't think much about it, she directly opened the umbrella, and took advantage of the moment when the umbrella was raised, and sorted out her expression.

As soon as a smile hung on her lips, the man next to her suddenly stood in front of her.

He crouched down in front of her and took her left hand back.

"Come, I'll carry you."

He tilted his head slightly and looked at her with a smile on his face.

Shen Fanyin was slightly stunned, and explained blankly, "Brother, I didn't have a bad foot."

Jing Zeheng didn't seem to want to say more, and the hand holding her wrist pulled her to his back with a slight force.

"Huh?"

Shen Fanyin exclaimed in surprise and subconsciously climbed on his shoulder.

"Hold on."

Jing Zeheng pulled her hand to his chest, patted the back of her hand, and before she could react, he dragged her leg and stood up with her back.

His back is broad and solid, and he feels particularly secure to lean.

Shen Fanyin's chin was forced to rest on his shoulder, and she looked sideways at him, with doubt and a touch of moisture in her eyes.

He carried her into the rain, and the umbrella in her hand shielded them from the rain.

He walked slowly, leisurely.

A tear fell on his shoulder, and she sniffed and whispered, "Brother, thank you."

Her breath hit his ears, tickling and feathering at his heartstrings.

The corners of his mouth tugged at the corners of his mouth, and it was not until he put her in the passenger seat that he leaned over slightly, put one hand on top of her head, looked into her eyes, and said:

"What others have, you will have."

"Sorry, I'm late."

The damp wind hit her face, and her posture of holding the umbrella did not change, but her shoulders trembled slightly unconsciously.

The slightly calloused fingertips swept across his cheeks, and the slight coolness on his face was wiped away by him.

Shen Fanyin pursed her lips, trying to suppress the sourness in her nose.

But she failed.

Her brother is too sultry to cry.

Tears fell on his fingertips, and she said aggrievedly: "Make me cry early in the morning, I want to tell my aunt that you bullied me......

She complained softly, but there was a smile on her face. She tugged directly at his sleeve and wiped the tears from his face.

He chuckled and hugged her into his arms, his big hand brushing her hair, and at an angle she couldn't see, there was a deep remorse in his eyes.

He should have kept the child in his arms early.

He didn't want to see her strong, and he didn't want to let her grow wild.

She should be the treasure in the palm of his hand, the flower under his wings.

He cupped her face, wiped away the tears, and said, "Don't cry, I'll take you home."

She nodded lightly and handed him the umbrella in her hand.

What happened after Duan poured his heart, Shen Fanyin didn't ask, what she cared more about was-

"Yinyin, I'm going back to Anseong, can you pick me up?"