little beast

Drops of blood slid down Sheng Frost's upper lip and melted on the lime floor tiles. In his blurred vision, it looked like bright red flowers blooming.

He wiped it subconsciously, and his hands were covered with sticky blood.

The snow had just fallen, the ground was very slippery, Sheng Shuangxu was in a trance, his center of gravity was unstable, Shen Chengan had great strength, he staggered and almost fell due to the force of inertia, Shen Chengan put one hand on Sheng Shuangxu's shoulder, and stabilized himself. His body shook the furious man away.

His teacher wished he could curl up into a ball, his back trembling uncontrollably.

Song Lingya's father was not forgiving, and scolded: "Teacher? He is still worthy of being a teacher? Did he teach you to spoil your own students? ——Sheng Shuangxu, you also have a daughter, and you are both parents. How can you do such a beastly thing?"

Shen Chengan stood between the two of them, even being scolded by him, he didn't say a word, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

Sheng Shuangxu huddled behind Shen Chengan's back, and tried to explain to him: "I didn't do it, I really didn't, what happened back then needs to be explained by your daughter, we have to talk..."

Father Song scolded: "Sheng Shuangxu, let your mother's shit go! I'm going to kill you sooner or later!"

At this time, Song Lingya's brother escorted his sister back to the car, and hurried back to hold his father back. He dragged his father and said, "Forget it, Dad, let's go back."

Father Song still wanted to grab the collar of Shen Chengan who was blocking him, but he repeatedly tried to shake off his son's obstruction, and scolded: "Why are you so cowardly? Your sister has become like this, and you still want to stop me?"

Song Lingya's elder brother just kept dissuading her, and Shen Chengan didn't want to talk nonsense with this person, so he walked inside protecting Sheng Shuangxu.

Father Song wanted to grab Shen Chengan's sleeve, but Shen Chengan slammed it away.

Shen Chengan turned his head and warned coldly: "If you still want to use violence to resolve your personal grievances, don't blame me for being rude."

"Stay away from my teacher."

Different from the viciousness when he insulted Sheng Shuangxu, Shen Chengan's words at this time had a strong sense of coercion - Song Lingya's brother was terrified, and hurriedly dragged Song's father away.

Sheng Shuangxu was still immersed in the grief of seeing Song Lingya, he was pushed away by Shen Chengan in a daze, it took a long time to recover, he grabbed Shen Chengan's arm to go back, and said: "My flower, The flowers are lost there, and so are the glasses!"

Shen Chengan sighed, he was also almost thrown into disarray by the sudden accident, he took another handkerchief from his bosom, wiped Sheng Shuangxu's nosebleed, and hurriedly turned back to pick up things for his teacher.

Sheng Shuangxu's nosebleed had dried up, he stayed where he was and wiped his face stupidly, unable to even shed tears.

Shen Chengan was always like this, he obviously hated Sheng Shuangxu to the bone, but he always inadvertently showed some kindness, giving Sheng Shuangxu the illusion that he could get along with him normally.

Sheng Shuangxu clenched her handkerchief tightly, rubbing her cheeks flushed, and decided in her heart that she would not be fooled by Shen Chengan's dispensable kindness again.

Sheng Shuangxu's glasses legs were also broken, and they were clipped loosely to his ears, always looking like they were about to fall off. The flowers I bought for Sheng Yuwei were not bad, but they were stained with soil and mixed with the water droplets on the flowers. It looks dirty.

Sheng Shuangxu shrunk his red nose, his nosebleeds were gone, his nasal cavity was still sore, he walked to Sheng Yuwei's grave, Shen Chengan followed behind him not too far away, neither of them mentioned what happened just now thing.

Sheng Shuangxu saw the photo of Sheng Yuwei on the tombstone - there were very few photos of Sheng Yuwei, she didn't like the camera, and her complexion was always bad. Sheng Shuangxu searched for a long time before finding a photo of her with a better complexion and a smile.

He gently placed the flowers in front of Sheng Yuwei's tomb, looking at his sister with crooked eyebrows and a sweet smile, he had the urge to cry.

This world is dark and dirty, and his sister is just freed from hell. Sheng Shuangxu thought, if Sheng Yuwei lived to this day, it would be even more painful to see her brother become like this.

Sheng Shuangxu pulled off his glasses, and reached out to rub the sore eye sockets.

When he was beaten by Song Lingya's father, he was full of thoughts about Song Lingya, and the pain became much more sluggish, and only now slowly climbed up his cheeks and chest.

Sheng Shuangxu felt that his flesh was about to split open, along with his nearly numb heart.

Shen Chengan sensed something was wrong with him, and said, "Teacher, are you alright?"

Sheng Shuangxu didn't answer, and tremblingly wiped the snow on the tombstone with his hands. After he finished wiping, his fingers were red with cold, and he put his cold hands close to his swollen cheeks, sobbing uncontrollably.

Sheng Shuangxu said: "...Shen Chengan, I'm in so much pain."

Shen Chengan's heart vibrated violently, and even his throat was slightly astringent: "Teacher..."

Sheng Shuangxu seldom complained, and when he was bullied, he always endured it silently. In front of his sister's grave, he kept crying like a child, mumbling incessantly, "Obviously I didn't do it, why? No one believes me?"

"...He hit me so painfully, it really hurts."

Shen Chengan was momentarily at a loss for words.

Sheng Shuangxu squatted down slowly, trying to relieve the pain in his abdomen, thinking about his sister like a flood, he leaned forward, and gently pressed his forehead against Sheng Yuwei's photo.

Shen Chengan looked at Sheng Shuangxu who was crying against the tombstone. His teacher had become like this as he wished, and the pain he had experienced had been doubled from Sheng Shuangxu, but at this moment, guilt and guilt But climbed up his back.

Shen Chengan's heart trembled, he couldn't expel the negative emotions out of his body, the low emotions melted into his blood and spread throughout his body.

He made his teacher look like this.

Teacher Sheng, who was originally young, energetic and popular, has become like this.

Everything was as Shen Chengan wished.

Shen Chengan stepped forward and squatted beside Sheng Shuangxu, his eyes level with him.Sheng Shuangxu noticed his approach, tensed up suddenly, and subconsciously dodged to the side.

Sheng Shuangxu realized that his repulsion was a little too obvious. In order to cover up his movements, he took out a cigarette case and a lighter from his pocket—although he quit smoking, he always carried it with him.

Sheng Shuangxu sniffled, and asked Shen Chengan's opinion, saying, "I want to smoke a cigarette."

Shen Chengan quietly stared at Sheng Shuangxu, seeing that he didn't stop him, Sheng Shuangxu took a cigarette from the case.He didn't wear glasses, even if he couldn't see clearly, the action of lighting a cigarette had long been formed into muscle memory, and the white smoke soon rolled up on Sheng Shuangxu's fingertips holding the cigarette, and rolled to Shen Chengan's face together.

Sheng Shuangxu hadn't been outdoors for a long time, and his skin was covered with morbid paleness. At this time, his eyes were red, the redness connected to his swollen cheeks, and the tip of his nose was also red. In Shen Chengan's eyes, he was pitiful, beautiful, and itchy scratching his mind.

His teacher betrayed him, it was so hateful - and so pitiful, it made Shen Chengan's heart shrink into a ball.

Sheng Shuangxu's body attracted him so deeply.

Shen Chengan didn't smoke, he was fed up with the smell of smoke that his father always had when he was young, he looked at Sheng Shuangxu who was puffing out smoke, and he didn't feel the pungent smell of smoke at all.

He wanted to kiss Sheng Shuangxu.