The green camphor tree has a deep view

The street at the main entrance of Guangyu.

Wen Qing stood under the street light, looking down at her phone. A large backpack was leaning against her feet, almost falling to the ground, but was held up by her slender legs.

It was difficult to get a taxi during this time period. Wen Qing called several Didi cars, but they were all stuck in traffic and couldn't arrive for a while.

There was no choice but to try my luck at the bus stop.

Wen Qing picked up her backpack with great effort, endured the pain in her waist, and moved step by step to the nearest bus stop.

The bus stop near Guangyu is usually very crowded, and this period is no exception. Many office workers are about to go home after overtime, and they all crowd at the stop to wait for the bus.

Wen Qing sighed secretly when she saw so many people. Even if she waited for the bus to the hospital, it would not be easy to squeeze on.

She held her aching lower back and planned to go back to school first. From here to F University, there are only two and a half intersections. If you ride a shared bicycle, you can reach the dormitory in ten minutes.

There were a lot of shared bicycles parked next to the bus stop. Wen Qing picked one at random, put her backpack on it, and then took out her phone to scan the code to unlock it.

Just then, the cell phone rang and the most familiar number appeared on the screen.

Wen Qing thought about it and picked up the phone.

"Mr. Song."

"What did you call me?"

"Jing, Jingdeng." Wen Qing spoke with difficulty, feeling uncomfortable and having goosebumps all over her body.

The voice on the other end of the phone did not loosen at all:

"Not back yet?"

"Um...I'm outside."

"Which outside?" Song Jingshen was obviously impatient. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and leaned over to look out the window.

But on the quiet little road downstairs, there was only a lonely street lamp, casting an orange-yellow circle on the ground.

"Where the hell are you?" He put his fist against the French window, anger lurking in his eyes.

"I..." Wen Qing took a deep breath and said, "My waist is not feeling well. I can't do it today... Can you please stop waiting for me?"

"Are you in the hospital?" Song Jingshen asked with a frown.

"...I'll be fine after a few days of rest. I don't need to go to the hospital."

"Then come and rest at my place. No one will disturb you." Song Jingshen made the decision for her. "If it's less than ten minutes, I'll call the police. You can handle it."

"Hey, don't call the police." Wen Qing was anxious, "I'm not that fast, twenty minutes is ok?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was only silence on the phone. Song Jingshen hung up the phone.

Wen Qing sighed, took her backpack off the car, and walked step by step towards Guangyu's building.

There is no parking spot for shared bicycles downstairs of Song Jingshen's building. Parking there will cost her more than ten yuan. She is reluctant to do so, so she decides to just bear with it and walk over.

After walking for a while, she looked at her phone again, worried that she would not be able to reach his house in twenty minutes, and would make him angry again.

However, she was also used to his bad temper. At worst, she could just close her eyes and let him take what he wanted. No matter how violent the storm was, it would always end.

Wen Qing took a breath as she walked into the main entrance of Guangyu. Song Jingshen's building was located in the middle of the community, and it was the undisputed king of buildings, but it was not close to the main entrance, and it would take a while to get there.

She found a bench and sat down, leaning against the back of the chair, with her backpack lying at her feet, not caring about the dust on it.

The pain in her lower back was still there, and instead of easing, it became even worse. Wen Qing couldn't help but frown.

She was afraid that if she rested any longer she would not be able to stand up, so she stretched out her hands to support the back of the chair and tried to straighten her body.

At this moment, a pair of arms reached under her armpits and knees and lifted her up horizontally.

A familiar breath came to her face. Wen Qing knew the temper of the owner of this arm. She was panicked for only a moment and then she lay safely in his arms.

"Why are you running around when it hurts so much?" Song Jingshen frowned and spoke in a stern tone.

"I'm going to the hospital, but it's hard to get a taxi... I'll be fine in a while."

"What's good about that? No one would know if I died outside."

Song Jingshen bent down, picked up his backpack, asked her to hold it in his arms, then carried her and the bag and walked straight to the building where he lived.

After a while, she revisited his old place.

The first time is new, the second time is familiar. Wen Qing was not so nervous this time. As soon as she entered the room, she covered her lower back and walked into the guest room.

"Lie down on the sofa." Song Jingshen ordered while changing his shoes.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the living room obediently, sitting on the sofa with her body tilted, her posture very reserved.

Song Jingshen changed into slippers, threw his backpack at the entrance, strode to Wen Qing, and helped her lie flat on the sofa.

"Can you lie on your side?" He looked serious and a little scary.

Wen Qing shook her head and said guiltily: "No more..."

She didn't know if it would hurt to lie on her side, but she didn't want to show her pain in front of him.

Song Jingshen glanced at her, stood up, picked up his cell phone and made a call.

"Find me the best osteopath." He ordered the person on the other end of the phone, "Check the waist, a woman's waist."