Continuously

The flesh was scratched by the sharp corners, and a whitish scratch like a suture was gnawed. It lasted for a few seconds, and blood beads rushed out like falling jade plates.

"hiss--"

Yao An held the tiger's mouth in his mouth.

"Are you okay?" Yu Zhouyao moved towards him, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, "show me."

The unique salty smell of blood occupied the taste buds, Yao An frowned at the smell, took a mouthful, put down his hand, and put it aside.

"You're throwing stones and knives, right?" Yao An mocked.

Yu Yanzui curled his lips, with a reluctant look of shame on his face: "It's not intentional."

Yu Zhouyao glanced at his younger brother indiscriminately, vaguely scolding him.Afterwards, she folded the lavender silk scarf into a long strip and wrapped it around Yao An's hand.

"Oh, no way."

Yao An retracted his arm, but Yu Zhouyao pressed it down firmly and gently, and let him go.

Just now they said goodbye outside the temple, Yan Huai'en was going to send a letter, Kang Zi accompanied him, and the three of them found a place close to home to rest.

What can we talk about?Yu Yanzhui stared at them like a disciplinary committee member the whole time, Zi Zi also felt uncomfortable being stared at.

Yu Zhouyao wanted to relax the atmosphere, so he suggested something to play with. It happened that Yu Yanzhui still had five new stones in his pocket.

Yao An and Yu Yanzhui played a few rounds, both of them were a bit brave, and it was Yu Yanzhui's turn just now, trying to pass the level with all his strength, he threw the stones high and took the time to touch the remaining four, only to hit them with his fingertips. He hit the stone, didn't continue, and hit Yao An's hand directly.

If he didn't know that Yu Yanzhui didn't have that skill, Yao An really thought he did it on purpose.

"Continue?" Yao An picked up a stone and tapped it lightly on the table, looking indifferent.

"Stop playing, it's all over." The silk fabric was a little slippery, Yu Zhouyao carefully tied a knot and tightened it tightly.

Yu Yanzhui couldn't stand it anymore.

Why are the girls in the class always sneaking at him during the exercises between classes? Even Yao An cleaning the windows on the opposite floor during the cleaning can make them excited for a long time. Now his sister has become one of them, and there have been It's all the same, rabbits don't eat grass by the side of the nest, and bullies shouldn't be at the front desk.

He didn't know what's so good about Yao An, apart from being taller and handsome and being able to fight, what else is good? ?

"Play, why don't you play." Yu Yanzhui said angrily, "I'm not bullying you, didn't my sister sew a sandbag for you, just use that."

As soon as this was mentioned, Yu Zhouyao felt a little touched in her heart. She was almost happy when she knew about the somewhat ridiculous bet between Yu Yanzhui and Yao An. confession.

"No." Yao An said decisively.

Yu Zhouyao looked at him.

"What's the matter?" Yu Yanzhui asked impatiently.

Yao An: "Give it away."

"What?!" Yu Yanzhui supported the table and shouted, "Did you give it away? Who did you give it away? This is what my sister worked so hard to sew, do you know?!"

Yao An blocked his ears and turned to Yu Zhouyao: "Give it to my brother, okay?"

Yu Zhouyao breathed a sigh of relief without noticing it, and said with a smile, "Of course."

"Well, let me say thank you for him." Yao An said.

Yu Zhouyao waved his hand: "No, as long as he likes it."

Hearing this, Yao An only smiled at her, apologetically.

Because he felt... Yao Jianqi might not like it.

After playing once or twice, Yao Jianqi seemed to have never touched each other again. They saw each other seldom for a while, and in the end they didn't even know the whereabouts of the sandbags.

Don't worry about the brat, he's wasting all his stuff.

"Come here today!"

Jiang Cong rubbed his tailbone with his fist while talking.

Immediately there was a commotion in the classroom, the children took off their sloppy aprons, carried small buckets and jumped towards the end of the corridor, and the water filled a twisted river.

"1, 2, 3, 4..." Jiang Cong nodded each of his little heads in the air, paused, and wondered, "Why is there one less?"

She clapped her hands, and was about to order again, when a shadow swayed in front of her.

"You're moving so fast, you're leaving?" Jiang Cong's hand landed on the edge of the folder on Yao Jianqi's back, holding him in his tracks.

Yao Jianqi silently looked outside the door.

"Okay." Jiang Cong said, "If you go back by yourself, you have to be careful on the road."

Yao Jianqi nodded lightly and stepped out the door.

He walked in the opposite direction of the river, although he didn't stop for a moment, he was not in a hurry. When he reached the entrance of the corridor and stepped down the first step, the sharp voice just broke into his ears.

"Help! Someone is bleeding!!!"

That is the most beautiful call sign.