moonlight lure

His arms were frozen in the air, his jawline was sharp and tense, and his face was dark and unclear. After a moment, he forcibly put away his fists, grabbed the other person and pushed him to the car hard.

The human spine hit the metal body with a loud muffled sound, and the other party howled and cursed in pain. He turned around and walked towards her quickly, his voice low: "Let's go."

Song Shiwei looked at his face in confusion. Looking at his expression just now, she was worried that he would strike too hard and break the person. Now, although she didn't understand why he suddenly let him go, she didn't want to cause trouble, so she nodded.

However, the person behind him endured the pain and climbed up from the ground. He took off his helmet and threw it aside. His body was in a mess, but his eyes were as crazy as if he had taken drugs: "Don't go, old classmate! We finally meet again, let's talk about it." Let’s reminisce about old times!”

Song Shiwei turned around after hearing the sound, and her eyes unexpectedly stopped on the other person's face.

The situation just now was tense, mixed with the sound of the engine. Although she heard the other party's provocation, she did not hear the sound clearly. At this time, she finally saw the other party's facial features clearly, and stopped in surprise.

The person next to her ignored his call and silently grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the car with such force that she couldn't help but frown and raise her eyes.

She was more surprised by the attitude of the people around her than she was surprised by the people behind her. She looked at Ji Yanchen in confusion, but he remained silent.

Seeing this, the other party intensified his sneer and mocked: "Why are you in such a hurry to leave? This sister is not even willing to leave with you. How about you keep her? I'll make her happy and send you back tomorrow morning." ?”

Song Shiwei felt sick in her stomach, but the people around her remained indifferent, as if they couldn't hear the insult, and just dragged her into the car and left quickly.

She felt very unbelievable and almost admired his determination. The person behind her finally started to get angry when she didn't get a response. She gritted her teeth and said: "Ji Yanchen, why are you pretending to be cool with me? You should be a fucking bad person like me." ! If you hadn’t insisted on standing up for that bitch in Rongcheng, I would be where I am today!”

Song Shiwei's head buzzed, and she looked at the people next to her in shock.

His movements finally stopped and he was no longer eager to let her get in the car, but he still lowered his face, his expression unclear in the darkness.

The fragments in her mind surged to piece together a fact that she couldn't imagine, and she urgently needed his confirmation. She grabbed his arm and looked at his face, hoping he could give her an answer, but he never responded to her gaze. His neck was stiff and his sharp lips were tightly pursed.

Song Shiwei understood everything, and slowly let go of his arm. After a loud buzzing in her ears for a while, she turned around and walked towards the man behind her who was still cursing uncleanly, and took off her helmet.

The other party seemed to be startled by her abnormal behavior. He kept silent for a moment and frowned at her. He didn't recognize her immediately, but he seemed to recognize her familiarity. His eyes roamed back and forth on her face uncertainly, and after a long while, he slowly revealed an astonished expression: "You, you are"

She looked at him calmly: "Yes, it's me."

The next second, her face suddenly changed, and she suddenly raised the helmet in her hand.——

The two returned to the hotel.

The light in the room was dim. Song Shiwei sat on the edge of the bed with her face lowered and one foot on the knee of the person under the bed. He squatted on the ground and unscrewed the iodine he had just bought at the drugstore. His big hand holding her ankle was rough but gentle.

The fair and slender ankles were grasped in his palm. The skin colors were very different, and they looked inexplicably obscure in the dim light. She lowered her eyes, her eyes slowly passing from the movements of his hands to the standing cabinet behind him. The blood on the pink helmet had become sticky and dried.

Ji Yanchen threw the cotton ball into the trash can and tightened the cap of the potion bottle. When he was about to get up, she suddenly said calmly: "Can you talk now?"

They were silent the whole way back from Huping. Until this moment, he still had this low evasive attitude: "I don't want to talk."

Song Shiwei stared at his face steadily, and he stood up, his jawline cold and hard: "Get some rest early, I'll come find you tomorrow."

After saying that, he put down the things in his hands and turned to leave. She pursed her lips as she looked at his back, then suddenly grabbed the pillow beside her and threw it on him hard.

He paused for a moment, then calmly leaned over to pick it up and put it on the sofa. This was the first time she didn't get a response from him. She was irritated by his soft-hearted attitude, and unconsciously raised her voice and asked: "You are not the one who did the wrong thing, why are you ashamed to mention this?" Are you the one responsible for this matter?"

He quickly left the room without looking back. Song Shiwei looked at the closed door. Her stomach, which had just recovered from the turmoil, felt a dull pain again because of the suppressed emotions.

On the one hand, she now vaguely knew the outline of the truth, and was shocked and distressed. On the other hand, she didn't understand very much. What was he still hiding after it had come to this point? She was angry at his stubborn silence, but the person in the world who was least qualified to be angry with him seemed to be herself.

She was not qualified to force him to respond to her by quarreling, not to mention remaining silent was his freedom. She could only digest all the emotions by herself, but it was difficult to digest them.

She really wanted to know what happened back then. Was he the one who stopped the boys who pestered her back then? Does this matter have anything to do with him applying for the Air Force the next year? Did these people later deliberately choose to take revenge on him before his medical examination?

If so, then why is this revenge ultimately defined as an act of righteousness? If not, why did the other party use the air force defeat to provoke and stimulate him tonight, and why was he so resistant to her knowing?

Song Shiwei lay on the bed with her face buried in the pillow. Several possibilities and assumptions in her head became more and more chaotic as she thought about them, and the emotions that could not be vented became more and more depressed, causing her chest tightness, stomachache, and sore nose.

After a long time, she curled up and bent her body, kneeling on the bed and thinking patiently that if everything was really as she thought, she was the initiator that caused him to be rejected from the Air Force.

She subconsciously bit her fingers and stared at the lines on the bed in front of her.

She blamed herself, felt helpless, felt distressed, apologized, and felt uncomfortable. Perhaps these reactions of hers were the reason why he was unwilling to speak out.

But the dust-laden secret has been roughly revealed. How could she carelessly pretend as if nothing had happened?

She kept her eyes open until early morning, and she had never felt that time was so painful and long.

Today she got up early and went to the airport. After walking all day, she finally calmed down. Her body was very tired, but her brain was not sleepy. Her nerves seemed to be on a perpetual clockwork, endlessly playing out her imagination in front of her eyes. The scene from that year.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her sore eyelids. Her stomach became more and more uncomfortable, exacerbating the irritability in her chest.

She called the front desk and asked for painkillers. Within five minutes, there was a knock on the door.

Song Shiwei slowly got out of bed and put on her slippers. The moment she opened the door, her originally empty pupils suddenly focused.

She stared blankly at the person in front of her, and her fingers on the doorknob paused in surprise.