Looking into the corner again, the drunkard was frightened and fled, he was measured, the stab was not deep but enough for a few stitches.

"Okay" Yan Shu patted her shoulder with a big hand: "The bad guy is gone." ”

Fang Zhao was so frightened that he could only hug Yan Shu tightly, smelling the fragrance of flowers, at least to make her more stable.

This action lasted for a long time, Fang Zhao rubbed his eyes and moved his body away: "I'm sorry, it's rude." After reacting, he quickly sorted out his clothes.

Yan Shu said that it didn't matter, seeing the button that fell from Fang Zhao's chest, he pursed his lips and took off the black coat on his body to her: "You make do with it." ”

She didn't refuse, took the coat, she put the coat on her body and pulled the zipper tightly: "Thank you." ”

The coat was two cuts bigger on her, and she struggled to get up against the wall: "Why are you here?" ”

"This sentence should be asked by me, why are you here so late" Yan Shu said slowly: "Still being that kind of person..."

"I... My dad asked me to go to the store to buy a lighter" She still had tears on her face, and showed him the lighter that she had been hiding in her hand: "What you saw just now was my neighbor Uncle Li, he was drunk, let me help him home." ”

Her fingers turned white and trembled, "Then I was dragged here." ”

"I don't know what would have happened if it hadn't been for you."

"And then." Yan Shu raised the corners of his mouth viciously: "If he asks you to buy it, you will buy it, and if you ask you to help you, you will help it?" ”

"What."

He didn't say anything comforting, he recklessly pulled out the lighter in Fang Zhao's palm, and with a leap, the lighter was thrown away by him: "Fang Zhao, you are a little stupid." ”

Unintentionally facing the traces left by the broken glass in Yan Shu's palm, Fang Zhao pulled out a smile, the smile was bitter and far-fetched: "Hand, it's injured." ”

As soon as she said this, Yan Shu felt that there was a bleeding wound in the palm of his hand, and he shook his hand and didn't care: "It's not in the way." ”

His parents have always protected him very well, and he will have suicidal tendencies during depression, and he is not allowed to have anything sharp and dangerous in his bedroom, even if it is a small thread.

After all these years, he had forgotten what it was like to be in pain.

"It's obviously very badly injured" Fang Zhao gasped and grabbed Yan Shu's hand and looked at it: "Look, it's all bleeding." ”

Yan Shu sighed: "Is it flowing?" I didn't see it? ”

"Why are you still like a child" on the side of the road and pulled Yan Shu into a taxi.

The two got into a taxi, the wind squeezed in through the window, occasionally picking up the broken hair on his forehead, he leaned against the window and squinted to enjoy the only freedom that nature had given him.

The car stopped suddenly, and with a burst of recoil, Yan Shu was slammed forward.

He glanced out the window and saw the car parked at an unknown pharmacy on Donglin Road: "This is not a South Street alley. ”

"The girl next to you told me to go to a nearby pharmacy."

He looked to the side, and the man grabbed him by the wrist and got out of the car.

He was unsuspectingly pulled into the pharmacy by Fang Zhao, her back was stubborn and strong.

Fang Zhao went to the front desk to get some bottles and cans, and he was forced to sit on a stool.

She took out a cotton swab and glued a little iodine, bent her waist, held his wrist with one hand, and smeared a little bit on his wound with the other: "The wound seems to be very deep, do you need to stitch it?" ”

Yan Shu was amused by her self-reproachful and distressed expression: "I don't need it yet." ”

A tingling pain came to his brain, and Yan Shu subconsciously leaned back.

Hearing this, the cotton swab in Fang Zhao's hand paused and detached from his face: "Does it hurt?" ”