moonlight lure

Ji Yanchen was lying on the ground in a daze, panting. His consciousness gradually became blurred. Everything in front of him seemed to have suddenly lost focus and distance. The branches on the roadside were far away from him, but the moon in the sky was very close to him.

It was the first time he saw the moon so close. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers. He pulled his lower lip helplessly and stared at the bright light in a daze, wondering, is the moon in Chengdu today so cold?

She is so afraid of the cold. Did she wear more clothes today?

The cold moonlight poured down on him, and the extreme chill slowly penetrated into his bones. His body began to twitch involuntarily, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

After an unknown amount of time, a siren sounded far outside the alley. He closed his eyes from exhaustion, and his consciousness completely fell into darkness.

Ji Yanchen heard what happened later from Ji Jia's mouth.

His parents rushed to the hospital after receiving the call. Jiang Yu fainted on the spot when he saw him lying on a stretcher with blood on his face. Ji Zhou calmly comforted his wife and daughter while calling around to ask if his condition could be improved. Go to a provincial hospital with better medical conditions.

Because of the information provided by the reporter, the case was quickly solved and several people were arrested the next day.

During the few days when he was in coma, Li Fei's parents came to the hospital with gifts and begged for reconciliation in tears. The school leaders also came to the door with fruits and expressed the hope that they would be magnanimous and not expand the influence further. Jiang Yu was sternly yelled at and left speechless. .

In the end, the two students headed by Li Fei were expelled, and the gangsters were sentenced to one to two years each. After he came out of the juvenile detention center, Li Fei completely let himself go and became a member of society. Because he had a criminal record and a junior high school diploma, he couldn't find a serious job. His parents no longer cared about him. He blamed all his muddy life on Ji Yanchen. He kept saying cruel things to his head and wanted to kill him, but today he finally found the opportunity to put it into practice.

And the victim who almost killed Ji Yanchen never showed up. As the reporter, she provided the police with information about several of the other party's people, but did not continue to pursue the other party's charges of assault. She even strongly denied that the person in those people's mobile phone videos was her.

When he returned to school from the hospital, the girl had quietly transferred to another school. She sent him a text message of thanks using an anonymous number, but he was young and energetic at the time and felt that her behavior was unreasonable, so he deleted it and did not reply. It wasn't until a few years later that he gradually became able to understand the other person's mentality.

Not every victim in this world has the courage to stand up and confront the other party after being violated. Bystanders always expect the victims to be brave and strong, and hope that they can make a refreshing response. However, the reality is that various reasons give rise to The victims have added layers of obstacles. Social prejudice, complicated investigations, and public opinion are all greatly testing the victims' endurance. They must break through these first before they are qualified to stand against the perpetrators, so After an assault occurs, some people are too embarrassed to call the police, some give up pursuing accountability, some accept reconciliation, and some end their lives.

These are not cowards, they are just helpless choices made by everyone after weighing them up. It should not be them who should be blamed at any time, but each of the perpetrators who forced them to face this choice.

He had no right to blame the girl for not holding those scum accountable, because saving her was his voluntary choice, and the biggest reason for him to make this choice was Song Shiwei.

It was she who allowed him to crawl out of the mire, allowing him to see the glimmer of light in the chaos of black and white, just like a man who was temporarily blinded in the dark night and raised his head to meet the moon.

If she hadn't appeared nine years ago, he might have gone further and further down the road of rebellion, barely managed to attend an ordinary university, and spent his life in confusion. His life began to divide from the moment he saw her. Every second he got closer to the moon made him feel full of hope. Even if he fell again on the way, he never thought of giving up on himself, because in this game that was already a defeat In his life, she is his military flag.

The night was dark, Song Shiwei stared blankly at the person in front of him, the initial shock gradually turned into calmness.

The invisible emotions in the darkness turned into an undercurrent surging in the silence, enveloping the two people in it.

She had a lot of things to say, and they were all stuck in her throat, but when she finally spoke, it was an irrelevant question: "When you were lying in the alley that night, wasn't it cold?"

Ji Yanchen held her cold and damp hand and replied calmly: "Cold."

It was early winter, and he had lost a lot of blood. His last feeling before coma was that of coldness.

She lowered her eyelashes and asked again: "Are you afraid?"

He pondered slightly: "I'm not afraid, I just feel sorry. There are still many things I haven't done yet, and I don't want to die." After a moment of silence, he whispered, "Fortunately, it was just a little bit close."

Song Shiwei looked at his face and thought, yes, it was a little bit wrong.

She was also close to never having the chance to know this past.

Before he came back from downstairs, she imagined many possibilities, but she did not expect that the truth of the matter would be like this. She could not imagine that she had ever had such a close brush with danger.

Without him, she would have been the one who was violated back then. This assumption is still frightening and scary even after nine years.

Her hands and feet were uncontrollably cold, but her brain was sober as never before. It turned out that he had silently changed the direction of her life, and their fates had long been secretly bound together, but she was unaware of it until this moment after nine years.

Song Shiwei murmured softly: "I want to hug you at that time."

Ji Yanchen smiled lightly: "Then you can't hold me anymore. Just hold me now for a while."

After saying this, he stretched out his arms to hug her, and she lay on his neck, breathing too shallowly, as if she was holding her breath to endure something.

He was silent for a while, then raised his hand to rub her head, his tone pretending to be stern: "I said I didn't want to talk anymore, you must listen, don't cry, I don't care."

She shook her head quietly, for a long time, as if she had restrained her emotions, and her soft voice was tainted with a bit of sourness: "I just feel that you will be in pain at that time."

Shock, gratitude, palpitations, and heartache. These emotions briefly appeared in her mind. When he calmly recounted the past, she clearly felt that something was filling the last gap in her heart.

If you could look down from God's perspective, her heart was broken and broken. Most of them were old wounds, intricately covered and of different shades, but now they were all gently and firmly repaired by the breath of the same person.

Ji Yanchen comforted him in a low voice: "It doesn't hurt. I was unconscious at the time. I didn't even know it hurt anymore."

He held her hand and guided her to touch the scar, and her cold fingertips felt the rugged bulge. What was hidden in the hair was more shocking than what was seen from the outside.

Song Shiwei choked and said, "Hands."

The person in front of him laughed at the words and joked seriously: "Let me see whose baby is so delicate."

He grabbed her wrist, kissed her palm twice, and asked seriously, "Does it still hurt?"

She responded delicately: "Yes."

He held her face and kissed her on the lips: "What now?"

Song Shiwei looked into his eyes silently for a long time, then said softly in a hoarse voice: "It would have been better if I had not gone to Huping."