Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 51 You Are A Very Soft Girl
After school.

Everyone in the classroom has almost left.

Today is Song Xiaolin doing the sanitation, Xu Jiayi stays with her, now, she approached mysteriously, with a look of gossip: "Xiaolin, do you like... Duan Yicheng?"

"Pfft—" Song Xiaolin almost choked to death while drinking water.

Xu Jiayi hurriedly handed the tissue to her: "What's the matter, don't you drink water well?"

"It's all your fault, what nonsense are you talking about?" She calmed down and tapped Xu Jiayi's forehead angrily.

"Hmm..." Xu Jiayi clutched her sore forehead, feeling extremely wronged: "Where am I talking nonsense, you are the one who lent Duan Yicheng your school badge, and also helped him hide cigarettes and lighters, and even gave the exam to Duan Yicheng on purpose for him. I failed the exam, it’s not like I like it, otherwise what else could it be? You know, what happened to you these two days has been rumored in the post bar, I can read it as a romance novel.”

Song Xiaolin raised his forehead: "..." She was careless, she forgot that the imagination of the masses is extremely rich.

But it's also true, in the eyes of others, her actions show that she likes Duan Yicheng...

Now, there is a big misunderstanding.

But she didn't intend to explain anything, but suddenly asked sincerely: "Jiayi, what kind of person do you think Duan Yicheng is?"

"Handsome... handsome."

However, apart from a natural good skin, he has nothing.

Xu Jiayi scratched her head: "Although he is very handsome, I think he is handsome, but he often skips classes, skips school, smokes, has poor grades, and even fights. I heard that he beats people to death. Stop it, this is too scary, he is like an iceberg, the kind that can freeze people to death, and his temper is so violent, I dare not say a word to him, and I heard that he even beat him with his hands His mother spends the money that his mother has worked so hard to earn all day long, and when he gets married in the future, will he be domestically violent?"

She asked the last sentence very seriously.

Song Xiaolin couldn't hold back a chuckle, "You won't marry him, so why care about this issue?"

"Hey, I'm just curious. Anyway, Duan Yicheng is...not very good."

People's prejudice against the world has always been very deep.

Duan Yicheng hid himself in the darkness, like a thick city wall, no one else could get in, and he couldn't get out. He could only see it when the city wall slowly cracked and collapsed. bright.

She asked again: "Then what kind of person do you think I am?"

Xu Jiayi immediately chattered: "You are very beautiful, the first time I saw you, I thought to myself that this girl is so beautiful, like a fairy, I must be friends with her, and get a little bit of fairy spirit."

These words amused Song Xiaolin again: "Then do you believe the rumors that I am a person who loves vanity and covets the Lu family's glory and wealth?"

"I don't believe it!!!" Xu Jiayi shook her head like a rattle, hugged her tightly and refused to let go, "I know, you are not that kind of person, I can feel it in my heart, you are a very soft girl."

She was a little puzzled: "Soft?"

"Yes, innocence is easy to tease, easy to push down..."

"Nervous." She smiled and pushed Xu Jiayi away, her eyes reflected the soft afterglow outside the window, the setting sun was setting in the distance, and it was rare to have a moment of peace, "If you don't believe me in the rumors, then please don't believe the rumors Duan Yicheng."

"What?!" Xu Jiayi didn't understand.

"Did you see him beat his mother with your own eyes? Did you see him spend his mother's money with his own eyes?"

"No, no."

"Yeah, so it's not something you see with your own eyes, so don't believe it easily in the future."

"...Okay." Although Xu Jiayi still didn't quite understand, she was shocked.

In fact, even though it has been two weeks, Song Xiaolin still feels pain when recalling that period of isolation and wanton bullying, and she can't breathe, as if someone is strangling her neck.

It was so painful to be in the dark.

What's more, he was in hell.

Not long after, Xu Jiayi left beforehand.

Song Xiaolin came up after taking out the garbage, but saw a figure suddenly standing in the classroom, the sunset was already glowing outside the window, and it was so red that it was so red, and she could see clearly that that person was Duan Yicheng, his face was so gloomy sharp.

Strange, isn't he gone?

Although she was puzzled, she didn't ask any questions, and went straight past him. After putting down the trash can, she walked back to her seat. Just as she picked up her schoolbag, he suddenly grabbed her wrist forcefully.

She didn't know how hard he used it, but she just felt like her wrist was about to be broken.

"you……"

"Why?" It was low and deep, as if a mountain rain was about to come.

what why?
Song Xiaolin was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that what he asked might refer to what happened this morning.

She failed the exam on purpose and wanted to keep him in class three.

"What do you want to hear? Good words, or bad words?"

His eyes darkened, "I want to listen to everything."

With a little effort, she pulled her wrist out of his confinement, smiled disapprovingly, and was about to leave with her bag, "But it's late, I'm going home, why don't we talk about it tomorrow."

"Song Xiaolin—"

Duan Yicheng called her, her name, although her tone was still full of violence, but there was a bit of forbearing pleading, very light, like a wounded bird licking its wounded feathers alone, "Why, Why? I don't understand, I really don't understand, I am the one who hurt you, but you still want to find a way out for me?"

He was really panicked.

He obviously hurt her like that, but she was dedicated to saving herself who had been trapped in darkness for many years. The place where he grew up was hell, a swamp, a quagmire, and an abyss. There were thorns in front of him, and he didn't dare to take a step. He was afraid that his body would be smashed to pieces, and even more afraid that the dazzling light would burn his soul into pieces.

He could have lived in hell if he hadn't been to heaven.

At this time, Song Xiaolin realized that he might have heard the conversation between himself and Director Li in the office in the morning.

"Do you really want to know why?"

Duan Yicheng nodded heavily, "I want to know, and I must know."

"Okay, then I'll tell you." She said to him with relief, "I did this because of your mother and Aunt Alan."

"My mother?"

"Yes, your mother once told me that her greatest wish is to see that good boy who can read again."

But he couldn't understand at all, "The good boy who can read... who is it?"

Song Xiaolin almost rolled his eyes, and said slowly, holding back his temper, "Of course it's you. Your father once told your mother that you are a good boy who can read, you are, that's why the posters were posted on the wall at that time. I wrote a lot of your certificates, although they are yellowed, but the pen and ink that has accumulated in time remembers it, and your mother also remembers it. Later, when you became what you are now, your mother is very ashamed, she feels that she has failed your father's entrustment. So I promised her that I would help you more with your studies, because I also want to see that good kid who used to be able to read can return to her side again."

(End of this chapter)