I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

"Some sad God always said singing would be much better"

Chu Tingdong picked him up, only to find that his whole body was hot, his cheeks were flushed sickly, and his breathing was very thin. He didn't care about the group of people who fell to the ground, so he walked directly out of the alley.

Ningcheng was originally a small city, and it only took less than 10 minutes to take a taxi to the nearest hospital.

The navigation said it was a hospital, but it was actually just a slightly larger clinic.

He put Zhong Xun on the chair in the emergency room, put his arms around him, bent over to lift up his clothes to take a look, but he glanced down at a large wet bloodstain on the back of Zhong Xun's shoulder, which was shocking.

"How did it happen?" There were not many emergency patients here at night, and the doctor on duty raised his head and was also taken aback.

Zhong Xun's body was filthy, with bruises and scars on his cheeks, neck, arms, and exposed snow-white skin. The dirty blood dripped down his thin fingertips, dripping wetly onto the hospital floor.

He was so hot that he became unconscious, he didn't feel much pain, but was cold, his face was pale without a trace of blood, his forehead was pressed against Chu Tingdong's shoulder, and he kept trembling in his arms.

Chu Tingdong didn't dare to hug him too hard, for fear that he would feel pain, so he could only support his shoulder with his palm.

The doctor on duty hurried over to check the wound, pulled off his collar a little, and found that there was only a bruise oozing blood on Zhong Xun's shoulder, which was not that serious. ..."

Chu Tingdong's palms were numb, and there was a burst of tearing pain, only to realize that it was the blood on his hands.

Zhong Xun obviously had a lot of experience in being beaten. Except for the first few beatings, he covered his head and lower abdomen afterwards. At first glance, his whole body was covered with scars, but in fact most of them were just bruises.

But the bruise from the elbow to the wrist bone was deep, the flesh was turned out, and blood continued to flow.

His high fever reached 39 degrees Celsius. The doctor cleaned his wound and hung up another bottle of water.

Chu Tingdong waited for him to start the infusion before getting up to bandage the wound on his hand. When Bao Zhong came over, the wound was a little torn, and he could only sew a stitch.

His forehead was okay, although there was a little blood, after applying the medicine, he put on a piece of gauze and he was fine. He also bumped a lot in training, so he didn't care too much.

Wrapped in a blanket, Zhong Xun sat quietly on the bench in the corridor with his head down, his long eyelashes drooping down, casting heavy shadows in his eyes.

He was already thin, Chu Tingdong walked out of the consultation room, looked up at him, feeling even thinner and lonely now.

The part of the neck where the blanket was exposed, as well as the wrists and calves, were all pale and slender, and their complexion was too pale, and seemed to be glowing faintly, a little lonely, stuck in the dark corridor of the hospital.

Chu Tingdong suddenly remembered the photo he saw in Zhong Xun SLR, like a small moon.

Zhong Xun can easily get a fever, but it is rare to have a fever like this. In fact, he didn't fall asleep completely, but his head was dizzy, his throat was dry and hot, and he couldn't open his eyes no matter what.

He vaguely felt that someone was sitting next to him, it was a familiar clean breath, his tense back relaxed, and he tilted uncontrollably to the side.

Chu Tingdong leaned his shoulders against the back of the chair, did not push him away, raised his gauze-wrapped hand, dipped his fingertips into his soft and slightly wet hair, and rubbed it, like stroking a wet puppy.

Zhong Xun grunted from being rubbed, his hot face rubbed against the side of his neck, and he muttered softly, but when he lowered his head, it turned out that he was swearing.

Chu Tingdong couldn't help laughing, his chest trembled slightly, Zhong Xun trembled accordingly, as if frightened, he grabbed his clothes with his fingertips, shrinking into his arms timidly, the blanket slipped from his shoulders.

He reached out to grab it, and put it on his shoulders again, Zhong Xun was still shaking, Chu Tingdong took off his school uniform jacket, and wrapped him up together.

Then he hugged him in his arms, only showing the infusion hand.

Zhong Xun fell asleep and woke up two or three hours later, with half a bottle of liquid left.

His eyes were sleepy, and when he raised his head, his messy curly hair brushed against Chu Tingdong's lips, he felt a little hot, but he didn't know what it was, Chu Tingdong's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he pressed his lips together.

"Fuck!" Zhong Xun was dazed for a while before gradually regaining consciousness, his eyes widened suddenly, and he almost stood up abruptly, but he was still held in Chu Tingdong's arms and failed.

"Are you awake, Xiao Zhong?" The doctor on duty was dozing off, but he was so drowsy that he flew away.

Zhong Xun's non-infusion hand grabbed Chu Tingdong's collar vigorously, as if about to fight, looked up and down, then stared at his gauze, saw the doctor on duty coming, and shouted anxiously, "What's wrong with his head? ?”

Chu Tingdong didn't feel any pain at first, but he felt like he was going to have a concussion when he yelled at him so loudly. He was a little speechless and wanted to laugh, so he held Zhong Xun's wrist, made him sit up, and reminded: "Be careful of running the needle."

"Oh, what are you shouting at night?" The doctor on duty said with his pocket in his pocket, "It's just a little bit broken, and it will be healed in a few days."

"It won't be disfigured?" Zhong Xun was still worried.

"Not at all," said the doctor.

Zhong Xun was still worried, and wanted to touch it with his fingertips, but he didn't dare, his hair was upturned disobediently, his lips were slightly pouted, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at Chu Tingdong.

Chu Tingdong bent his knuckles, scraped his face lightly, and then put the back of his hand against his forehead. It was still a little hot, but not as hot as before.

"Is it still cold?" Chu Tingdong asked him in a low voice.

Zhong Xun shook his head obediently.

The doctor went back to the duty room, and there were only the two of them in the corridor, neither of them spoke.

Zhong Xun's whole body hurts, his head hurts, his throat hurts, his legs hurt and his arms hurt. He stood up and sat for a while, but couldn't help but move his buttocks, and leaned over to lean against Chu Tingdong listlessly.

Chu Tingdong was also silent, not knowing what else to say.

In such a small broken city, the police at the police station and the doctor at the clinic next to the school all recognize Zhong Xun, but he couldn't figure out how many fights Zhong Xun had with people.

"You're such an idiot," Zhong Xun wanted to hold back but couldn't hold back, and whispered to him, "You dare to take care of everything?"

It was indeed the first time that Chu Tingdong fought with someone so out of control.

He stared down at the gauze in his palm, the wound was torn, and there were bursts of stinging pain, but the same pair of eyes flickered in front of him frame by frame, bright, shy, wet and red, and weeping , even resentment and hatred.

He held Zhong Xun's fingertips, rubbed the soft fingertips, and his heart was beating heavily and loudly, deafeningly loud.

"The scar on Hei Scar's face was caused by me." Zhong Xun said to him suddenly.

Chu Tingdong raised his head, stuffed his cold hands under the blanket, "I've heard of it."

"Who told you?" Zhong Xun raised his eyebrows, "Wang Pang?"

"Ah."

Chu Tingdong remembered that Wang Pang told him on the way to the dormitory when he went to the Internet cafe when he just transferred to another school, but he didn't believe it at the time.

"Don't you believe it?" Zhong Xun rested his chin on his shoulder and raised his eyelashes.

Chu Tingdong didn't speak, but stared at his still red eyes.

"It's true." Zhong Xun said in a low voice.

He took out his hand from under the blanket, feeling that Chu Tingdong was warmer, and stuffed it into Chu Tingdong's palm again, Chu Tingdong held his hand, fingertips interlocked, and did not let go.

In fact, Zhongxun Primary School was in the same school as Zhu Qin, but at that time Zhu Qin was a grade higher than him.

Zhu Qin and the others formed gangs and often robbed the pocket money of the juniors, and Zhong Xun was also robbed several times.

But how could he obediently hand it over when he was robbed, Zhu Qin was full of arrogance and grabbed his schoolbag, Zhong Xun swung his small arm and smashed at him, even if he couldn't beat him, he had to bite him hard.

Several times in a row, he was so stubborn that he refused to bow his head when pressed and beaten, and rushed up to resist forcefully.

Zhu Qin completely stared at him.

Zhong Xun was in the third grade at the time, he was thin and small, a little shorter than children of the same age, his complexion was so fair that there was no blemish, his hair was curly, like a mixed race, he was completely indistinguishable, soft and beautiful, easy to bully look.

Zhu Qin and the others provoked him all day long, bumped him, pushed him, tore his books, threw his schoolbag into the toilet, laughed at him, called him a girl, and Zhong Xun started fighting with them.

He has slender arms and legs, not reaching chest height, so he can't fight at all, he only has to be beaten, but he still has to fight, he keeps losing and fighting, he is more stubborn than a puppy.

After a few years like this, Zhu Qin was promoted to junior high school and went to the junior high school of Ningcheng No. [-] Middle School.

He started to hang out with the hooligans outside the school, and somehow he heard about the divorce of Zhong Xun's parents.

Blocking Zhong Xun when school was over, deliberately twisting his buttocks to walk, and said in a strange way: "Your mother is a wild model, no wonder she ran away with a man."

Zhong Xun has heard such words since he was a child, and even Zhong Zhonglin called his mother a wild model, his little face flushed, and he rushed over to fight Zhu Qin.

Zhu Qin was not afraid at all, he was much taller than Zhong Xun, and could hold him down with one hand.

Then several boys in the same class as Zhu Qin came over laughingly, pushed Zhong Xun, pushed him towards the gate of the junior high school, and covered his head with the school uniform to prevent the surveillance camera from photographing him.

Zhong Xun's eyes went dark for an instant, and the smell of dirty school uniform perspired into his nose. He was dizzy and didn't know where he was taken.

He wanted to escape in panic, his eye circles turned red immediately, but he couldn't escape at all. His mouth was covered by the school uniform, and he couldn't make a sound. men's restroom.

But before he could grasp anything, his hand was pulled behind him, and the toilet door was closed, leaving only the damp and heavy black.

"What did I say wrong? Isn't your mother a wild model?" Zhu Qin pressed his shoulders and pushed him to the corner. Several boys who were a head taller than him immediately surrounded him, blocking all the roads and covering the entire area. There was no light in sight.

Zhong Xun thought he was about to be beaten, so he bit his lip, his eyes were so red, but he refused to shed a single tear.

But the fist didn't come down, he was slapped on the face, it didn't hurt, but his cheeks burned instantly, red and hot, Zhu Qin pulled his hair and said with a smile: "I will teach you a lesson for your father."

Zhu Qin lived on the street behind Zhong Xun's house. When he came home last night, Zhong Zhonglin slapped him in the face and scolded him for his bad exams.

Zhong Xun opened his eyes wide in a daze, and his heartbeat suddenly became numb in his thin and thin chest.

He didn't know how many people, how many times he was slapped in the face, and his head was slapped too far, his cheeks were swollen and hot, his nose was bleeding, his mouth was also full of blood, and even breathing became difficult.

When he realized it, he was covered with his school uniform again and thrown outside the school.

At night, there were very few people passing by on this street. He lay on the ground for a long time without anyone noticing him. He curled up his legs and covered his head with his arms. His whole body was very cold, only his cheeks were burning hot.

Xu Chunhong was the class teacher in the middle school that year, and he happened to be in charge of Zhu Qin's class. He left a lesson plan at school, and when he went back to pick it up, he looked down and saw a child lying on the side of the road.

He was startled, squatted down and found the child was hot, picked it up and ran to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, I found that the child's originally fair and tender face was flushed, oozing blood, and swollen up to finger height, with curly hair sticking to his face with wet stickiness, his head was tilted in his arms, and his chest hardly rose or fell.

"Quick! This child has passed out!" Xu Chunhong said hastily.

The doctor checked and made sure that Zhong Xun had no other injuries, so he gave him infusion and medicine. When Xu Chunhong returned after paying the fee, Zhong Xun's eyelashes were trembling, and he just woke up.

Zhong Xun looked up at him, his small face was expressionless, not suitable for his age, cold, his thick and beautiful long eyelashes moved slightly, and when he closed them again, tears rolled down the reddened corners of his eyes, making them wet Cheeks and pinnae.

He cried without a sound, but his whole face soon became wet, and tears trickled down the tip of his chin.

Xu Chunhong suddenly became speechless, and felt uncomfortable for no reason as his heart moved.

He touched the child's hot forehead, saw his lips move slightly, and leaned towards him, but he didn't expect it to be nonsense, so he murmured softly, "I'm going to die..."

Xu Chunhong's heart ached.

"Son, where are your parents?" He tried to contact Zhong Xun's parents, but after Zhong Xun woke up, he still refused to say anything.

At the end of the question, I reluctantly said that there were grandparents.

Xu Chunhong hurriedly called and asked his grandfather to pick it up. Grandpa Zhong Xun had bad legs and feet. When he came with his wife in the rain, he looked down and almost shed tears.

"Thank you, Teacher Xu..." Grandma held Xu Chunhong's hand with some sobs.

"It's okay," Xu Chunhong felt uncomfortable, "as long as the child is okay, I don't know who did it, if you need help, you can come to me at any time."

He has been thinking about this matter, but he has never seen Zhong Xun again.

Until the next summer, he received a call from the police station, saying that a student in his class had an accident and asked him to go there.

When I arrived at the police station, I saw the boy sitting on the bench at a glance. His eyelashes were thick and drooped to cover his eyes. His pale cheeks were so beautiful. He was obviously quiet, but it seemed like a fire was burning.

His fingertips were also white and thin, resting on his knees, clutching a blood-stained SLR, the blood was still wet, dripping down his fingertips, bright red and glaring.

"Zhu Qin, and Xu Wenjun..." The policeman read a few names, looked up and asked Xu Chunhong, "Are they all students in your class?" "Yes." Xu Chunhong nodded hurriedly with his briefcase in his hands.

It was the first time for the police at the police station to encounter such a thing. They received a report that there was a fight outside the No. [-] Middle School. When they went to see it, a teenager beat several tall boys until they bled.

Especially the one in the lead, who fell on the ground and rolled, his whole face was covered in blood, and he could no longer recognize his appearance.

Zhong Xun lowered his head and remained silent, with no emotion on his face, his eyes were cold and gorgeous, staring at the blood on his fingertips.

Several students are from the No. [-] Middle School, including Zhong Xun, who is also in the first year of junior high school in this school.

Xu Chunhong suddenly remembered last summer.

Zhong Xun didn't want to be seen by Song Yijin, and didn't want Zhong Zhonglin and the others to pick him up. After arriving home with his grandparents, he still refused to speak no matter how much he asked. He couldn't tell what he was angry about, but his heart was always burning.

It was so hot that his blood seemed to be boiling hot. He wanted to die himself, and Zhong Zhonglin also wanted to die.

I also feel that even death is not enough.

He eats hard every day, almost devouring it, desperately trying to grow taller, and training with Pan Yu's students, he is so tired that he vomits, and he doesn't want to stop.

He has grown six to seven centimeters, and he is no longer a child.

In the evening, he took his DSLR to the shop for repairs, and ran into Zhu Qin, who was short of money, so he immediately fell in love with his DSLR, and went to grab it with a few boys.

Before he touched Zhong Xun, Zhong Xun clamped his wrist and ruthlessly folded it down. He immediately screamed.

"You're a bitch!" Zhu Qin was sweating coldly, holding back the pain and cursing angrily, then waved his hands behind him, "Come on, kill him!"

Zhong Xun's eyes were dark, his childish face faded a little, and he was so beautiful that he was so fierce that he knocked down several of Zhu Qin's followers over his shoulder, causing them to cover their legs and ribs and howl in pain.

Then he picked up the DSLR with the broken lens, walked straight towards Zhu Qin without stopping.

Zhu Qin didn't even know how he was kicked down, he seemed to be kicked to the heart, convulsed with pain, before he could stand up, Zhong Xun grabbed his neck and pushed him to the ground again.

Those eyes were extremely beautiful, but also deep and dark. Zhu Qin was sweating coldly, feeling a little terrified for a moment.

But Zhong Xun didn't even give him a chance to beg for mercy. He raised the DSLR fiercely and smashed it down on Zhu Qin's head, once, twice... Every time he tried his best, his cold finger bones were stained with blood. Regardless, Zhu Qin fainted completely in the pain of dying.

They made too much noise here, and when they were discovered, the school security rushed over and grabbed Zhong Xun, and then hurriedly called an ambulance and called the police.

Zhong Zhonglin was also called to the police station. He had already gone to the hospital to see several injured boys, especially Zhu Qin, whose head was covered in blood. His face would definitely be scarred. There were many soft tissue bruises all over his body, and his leg was also broken. I heard that I will take a year off from school.

He knew that Zhong Xun was fighting with others at school, but he was too lazy to care about it, thinking that there was a conflict between the children.

He never expected that Zhong Xun could beat people like this. He stared into Zhong Xun's eyes with horror. Is this still a human?

What kind of lunatic is this? !

"You caused me so much trouble by asking you to go to school?" Zhong Zhonglin was furious, "What the hell do you want to do? Are you going to kill someone and go to jail?!"

"It's all right." Zhong Xun's eyes were cold.

He refused to bow his head, refused to apologize, whether it was to Zhu Qin and the others, or to Zhong Zhonglin, he was stubborn, stubborn and stubborn in his bones.

Zhong Zhonglin was so ashamed that he wanted to give up on him completely, whether he went to a juvenile prison or a work-study school, he would treat him as if he didn't have this son.

But Xu Chunhong went to the school to check the surveillance, and proved that Zhong Xun was not the first to do it, and ran back and forth. Finally, Zhu Qin and the parents of the boys agreed to mediate, and Zhong Xun took a punishment and stayed in school for observation.

At any rate, he was not expelled from school.

Since then, Zhong Xun has almost never lost a fight, unless there are too many opponents, and few people dare to trouble him.

After entering high school, the whole school also acquiesced that he was a school bully, and he really couldn't be provoked or beaten.

Zhong Xun doesn't think much about the past now, except sometimes in dreams, he would think, if only someone would hold him when he stretched out his hand in the toilet that day.

Or, just take a second look.

"Xu Chunhong is a good teacher." Zhong Xun leaned on Chu Tingdong, clasped hands with him, rubbed his face and whispered.

He told Chu Tingdong that the reason was the same as that of Zhou Heng, that he could avoid it only if he knew what trouble it was.

Zhu Qin was disfigured, how could he let him go, as long as he was in Ningcheng for one day, something like today would happen sooner or later.

The other way around, if Zhu Qin troubled him, he would definitely beat him back. Others could let him go, but Zhu Qin couldn't, unless one of them died.

He had just had a fever, and his whole body was limp, and he refused to lie down. After sitting for a while, he felt tired and his butt hurt, so he threw himself into Chu Tingdong's arms like a fool.

Chu Tingdong tightened his school uniform jacket on his shoulders, and then stretched out his arms to hug him, completely hugging him, with his chin resting on the top of Zhong Xun's hair, and his palms playing with his upturned hair.

Zhong Xun was only able to think about the night's affairs now, and remembered Chu Tingdong's posture of holding the steel pipe in his mind, twisting and twisting in his arms, "At the same table, you are so awesome, what you have practiced is different. "

"From now on, you will be my kiss... Bah, no..." He said that he felt wrong, what kind of brother, he quickly put his arms around Chu Tingdong's neck and changed his words, his face turned red, and he shook him, "Anyway, you are so amazing..."

And he was the first to protect him behind him.

Like the one in his dream.

As he talked, Zhong Xun fell silent, his forehead was pressed against his chest, and his curly hair brushed against him.

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong was about to speak, but stopped, his chest was suddenly wet, and his heart was suffocated.

Zhong Xun cried.

Zhong Xun lay on his chest and wept a little, his eyes were wet and red, and when he raised his head again, he was so ashamed that he smiled at him with his eyes bent, and said, "Don't laugh at me."

After finishing speaking, he twisted his neck and looked back and forth in the corridor. He could cry secretly, but he felt ashamed to be seen outside.

He twisted his butt restlessly, pouted slightly, and was as hysterical as a child.

"It's not a joke," Chu Tingdong lowered his head, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, saw him looking around, thought for a while, held his wet face, twitched the corners of his mouth, and whispered like coaxing a child , "If someone laughs at you, I'll beat him up for you."

what.

Zhong Xun's ears burned, and he became even more ashamed. He raised his face and looked at him stupidly, thinking that it was not an illusion, but really gentle.

The author says:

Still haven't written about kissing, the next chapter will continue qwq;

When I was writing a play within a play, it was actually the middle part,

Cherry