Chapter 20: secretly

The ankle was covered with ice for a while, and the wounds on the hands and knees were also treated. The pain was relieved a lot. The childish mood is not so bad.
She was taken care of this from an early age, so at this time, apart from feeling a little closer to him, she didn't feel anything wrong.
Sang Zhi glanced at him and muttered, "I didn't let you do anything."
Just apply a medicine and wipe your face.
It's not so hard to make him do anything.
How it became to serve the ancestors.
This ancestor of him is so good to serve.
"With more sisters out of thin air, your brother is still running." Duan Xu's eyelids were raised and stood up. "Child, you count, how much help have your brother helped you?"
Sang Zhi paused and couldn't help saying, "I can help you if you have a problem."
It seemed as if this was interesting. Duan Jiaxu sat beside her with interest and smiled, "Well? What are you going to do for me?"
"Just ..." Only a word popped up, and Sangzhi stopped, totally unable to think of anything to help him. She scratched her head and lost the battle, she could only stupidly open the topic, "Where has my brother gone ..."
Duan Jiaxu said lazily, "I don't want you anymore."
Sang Zhi snorted: "I still hate him."
After that, she remembered what had just happened, and began to worry: "Will my brother be surprised that I called his dad in front of the teacher, and he also heard the teacher call your brother Sang."
"Um." Duan Jiaxu said, "I guess I pretended he was going to see your teacher."
"..."
Sanchi's scalp tingles: "What then?"
"What can I do?" Duan Jiaxu sighed. "We are both done."
"..." By saying this, Sanzhi was also a little nervous, and said, "No, I will tell him for a while, he will not tell my parents ..."
Duan Jiaxu: "Don't you ignore him?"
"It's not that I don't want to ignore him, it's that he always says me." Speaking of this, the childish mood began to fall. "Even if I usually wrestle, he still kills me"
"Do you think he doesn't care about you?"
Sang Zhi pursed her lips without nodding and shaking her head.
"What you just said in front of the teacher isn't very interesting?" Duan Jiaxu said, "Your brother heard it. Don't ask a few more questions. Isn't it also concerned?"
Sangzhi said dumbly, "Can't he ask me gently?"
Duan Jiaxu thought it was funny: "Make your brother gentle? Isn't this difficult for a strong man?"
"..."
Seems reasonable.
Sang Zhi didn't know what to say, looked at him again, and quickly lowered his head.
In this quiet atmosphere, Sang Yan, who said to pour her a glass of water, hadn't seen anyone for a long time, finally returned. He held two bottles of water in his hand and handed a bottle of room temperature to Sanzhi: "Go to the hospital after drinking."
Mulberry didn't move.
Sang Yan simply squatted in front of her and raised her hand up to her: "Drink?"
Sang Zhi took it torturely.
Later, Sang Yan turned to look at Duan Xuap and asked, "Is the wound treated?"
Duan Jiaxu heard.
Sang Yan threw the remaining bottle of water to him: "Thank you brother."
Duan Jiaxu leaned back and smiled indifferently. After a few seconds, Sang Yan turned around in front of Sang Zhi and said, "Come up."
Sang Zhi felt that he was still in the cold war with him, as if he hadn't heard.
Sang Yan looked back, stared at her for a while, and then said, "You‘ brother ’has class in the afternoon. You have no time to take you to the hospital, you can only let you’ brother ’.
"..."
"Faster."
Listening to this, Sang Zhi turned his head subconsciously to look at Duan Xu.
Duan Jiaxu also stood up, looked at the phone in his pocket, and said casually, "Don't you have classes?"
This is really not meant to go.
"You remember wrong," Sang Yan said without raising his eyes, and said to Sang Zhi, "Come up quickly."
His tone was always impatient.
Without Duan's approval of this thigh, Sang Zhi didn't dare to make trouble for too long, fearing that Sang Yan really ignored her and could only lie on his back with little bones.
Duan Jiaxu put her hat on her head again.
"Listen to your brother."
Sang Yan walked toward the exit of the playground carrying Sang Zhi.
Both were quiet.
After walking for more than ten meters, Sang Zhi suddenly turned back and looked in the direction of the tent.
Not far from the tent, a little boy fell down while running. Sang Zhi saw Duan Jiaxu walked quickly and helped him up.
The distance is not too close and the sun is violent.
She couldn't see the look on his face.
All I could see was that he bent over and patted the gray on the pants for the boy. It looks like a gentle person who can see through the bones.
The childish mood suddenly felt a little stuffy.
There was something else I wanted to tell him.
I want to ask him if he can stop calling her "child". At least she felt that now she was no longer a child.
But it seems unnecessary.
Because there are not so many opportunities to meet.
Moreover, he didn't seem to be so good to her.
He seems to be like this to everyone.
Mild but alienated.
Sang Yan walked out of the playground carrying Sang Zhi, walking in the direction of the school gate in silence.
The childish mood was a little complicated because of the recent quarrel. There was a little regret, and he was not willing to pull down his face to make peace with him.
Sang Yan didn't say a word, and she didn't speak.
Sang Zhi grabbed his neck with one hand and the water bottle in the other, and he lost his mind without knowing it. He remembered that when he was a child, he often carried her home like this.
Seems like a long time ago.
Sang Zhi remembered the words that he had just come up to, and told him.
Sang Yan suddenly made a noise at this moment, interrupting her thoughts: "I won't tell my parents at first, they are now at work, and it is very troublesome to come back."
Mulberry: "Oh."
Sang Yan said indifferently: "I'll ask Mom to call your teacher for leave later."
Sang Zhi murmured for a few seconds, and oh again.
Out of the school gate, Sang Yan stopped a taxi and helped Sang Zhi enter the car. He told the driver "Go to a nearby hospital" and turned to Sang Zhi, "Fasten your seat belt."
Seeing Sang Zhi's injuries to his palm, he came over to tie her.
Sang Zhi could not help saying, "Why don't you bother."
Sang Yan pulled his lower lip corner. "I'm panicked."
Sangzhi: "I'm too worried."
Sang Yan had already sat back, and said indifferently, "then you panic."
"..."
The car fell silent again.
After a while, Sang Yan suddenly lost a piece of fudge and said, "Eat sugar."
It just landed on a childish thigh.
Sangzhi lowered his eyes subconsciously, looked at the fudge in silence, and picked it up. Her taste is similar to that of Sang Yan, and she likes to eat this brand of fudge.
There are nine inside.
She always took five and Sang Yan took four.
Sang Zhi looked at Sang Yan again.
He didn't look in her direction, staring out the window, looking tired. This sudden sugar is like a concession and an apology.
Among family members, that's hard to say.
For a long time, Sangzhi suddenly asked, "Brother, did you just buy sugar?"
"What do you want?" Sang Yan's eyelids were pursed, without a look at her.
Sang Zhi didn't say anything, she lowered her head to tear the wrapping paper, and poured out the nine soft candy inside. Then she picked up four and leaned over to Sang Yan.
Put sugar in his palm.
Sang Yan's fingers moved. As if I didn't notice it, I still kept the original movement.
A few seconds later, Sang Zhi took two of his five and gave him two.
In the same way as he did.
I'm using these two sugars to convey my words.
One is saying thank you
The other said, sorry.
The quarrel between brothers and sisters came and went fast.
Once the childish temper is over, I no longer remain silent, and for a long time, I said it all at the moment: "You would have been wrong originally. As soon as I went there, you said I was short and laughed at my clothes. Say I'm not good at long jumps. "
Sang Yan sneered: "I am ugly every day you say something?"
"That's different."
"What's different."
"I'm not talking about it."
"..."
Sang Yan was too lazy to care for her.
Sang Zhi lay on the window, looked out for a while, and soon shouted, "Brother."
Sang Yan didn't answer.
Sang Zhi: "How did you become a volunteer today?"
"..."
"Do you want to participate in more activities?" Sang Zhi thought for a while, "and then knowing a few more girls increased the chance of getting off the bill."
Sang Yan's forehead was drawn.
"That brother, I don't think you should waste any time."
"To shut up."
"You should study hard and make more money."
Seeing her endless, Sang Yan was so annoyed that she frowned and said, "I'll be a volunteer. Where do you talk so much?"
Sang Zhi retracted her neck and muttered, "I'll just ask."
"Don't you usually care so much about me?"
"Then I don't see you normally." Sang Zhi said for granted, "Now that I see you, it's a rare meeting, so I care about the meaning."
This little ghost is useless when he gets excited.
Sang Yan exhaled and said copingly: "Lack of people. Chen Junwen is the Minister of Sports, so he filled in the names of the other three people in our dorm."
After getting the answer, Sang Zhi finally stopped. Her lips moved, and she wanted to ask Duan Xu a little, and hesitated for a long time, without asking a word.
After a while.
Sang Yan suddenly said, "Daughter?"
Mulberry: "?"
But he didn't seem to be talking to her, squinting for a moment: "Duan praise your brother?"
Sangzhi looked at him subtly: "What are you doing?"
Sang Yan touched his chin and continued to say to himself, "It's fine."
"..."
ill.
After going to the hospital for examination, it really did not matter. After re-treating the wound, Sang Yan sent Sang Zhi home, and when Li Ping returned home, she returned to school.
After the school games, the weekend ushered in.
Sang Zhi rested at home for two days, and still walked uncomfortably. But Sang Rong and Li Ping both had to go to work, and they thought of Sang Yan, who was in his junior year and had to fool around in all aspects.
Let Sang Yan do things before Sang Zhi was in third grade.
Pick her up from school everyday.
At the beginning, it was unhappy.
But later, Sang Zhi found that Sang Yan seemed to be more unhappy than her. Every time she came to pick her up, she wore a stinky and dark face, and she began to be happy again.
School day Thursday.
Because Sang Yan was free after five o'clock, Sang Zhi stayed in the classroom to write homework as usual. Less than half of the classmates left didn't leave, cleaning up.
It didn't take long for someone to call her, "Sang, someone is looking for you."
Sang Zhi immediately lifted his head from the working pile, and unexpectedly saw Yin Zhenru who had not seen him for a while, standing at the door. She blinked and stood up and walked over: "Why are you here?"
Yin Zhenru noticed her feet: "What's wrong with your feet?"
"Twisted."
"You don't pay any attention." Yin Zhen frowned. "Does it hurt?"
Sang Zhi shook her head: "It doesn't hurt much."
The two haven't talked in a long time, and they are a little strange at the moment.
Yin Zhenru scratched his head and was quiet for a moment before hesitating to say, "Childish, can you accompany me to a place?"
Sang Zhi froze: "Ah?"
"Yeah, I'm a little bit ..." Yin Zhen shook her arm like she did before, "Just go with me, I'm not good alone."
"Where?" Sangzhi said, "I'm still waiting for my brother."
"What is your brother doing?"
"Take me home," Sangzhi said honestly, "because I hurt my foot."
Yin Zhenru: "I think you're going very well."
Sang Zhi did not speak.
"Well." Yin Zhenru shook her hand again. "I won't take you somewhere, I'm just bored. Let's go and eat something nearby."
Sang Zhi stared at her for a while, then nodded slowly.
"I'll tell my brother first."
Sang Zhi returned to his seat, flipped his cell phone out of the schoolbag, and was about to call Sang Yan when he was calling. She answered the phone: "Brother."
Sang Yan: "Are you coming out?"
"not yet."
"You'll come back later," Sang Yan said. "I have something today. I asked Duan Xuan to pick you up. He won't finish class at 5:30. You can wait a little longer."
The author has something to say: The left hand is a friend, and the right hand is a secret crush. Which one do you choose?
Sangzhi: Hmm? I'm right-handed and can't use my left hand.
Mulberry: Cut it off