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At that time, maybe it was not suicide.

At that time, after school bell rang, Zhen Yi's cheerful voice did not ring.

Two minutes, three minutes, Zhen Yi did not appear;

Yan Ge stood beside the small concrete playground and glanced at the students in the classroom games.

Since her fall, Yange will go downstairs every class and wait for her on the small playground, not wanting her to run that long distance.

At this time the playground was empty in his eyes. Where did she go?

Won't you fall again?

Restless.

He lowered his head, thought for tens of seconds, and walked to her teaching building with his legs.

The newly-advanced seniors in the No. 1 teaching building were very disciplined. When they saw him, they nodded and said hello: "Senior."

He didn't respond, and it took a long time to think about why Zhen Yi was so big and small for him, yelling every day on the campus.

Up to the fourth floor, a large group of students surrounded a classroom and looked around, making a lot of noise. He knew that Zhen Yi must be there. I don't know what happened to her again.

Going over, using "Zhen Yi" as the search term, the ear automatically picked out a few words from the noisy voice:

"Zhen Yi steals money!"

"Zhen Yi is going to be taught by the teacher in the Discipline Office."

"Why did Zhen Yi steal X's money? X is the only person in Class 13 who can pass the 500 points in the exam. The head teacher protects her more."

He was tall and saw Zhen Yi standing alone in the corner at the back of the classroom, clenching his teeth, stubborn, unyielding, staring at everyone alertly, holding his schoolbag tightly and not letting go.

The students outside the classroom looked at her all. She blushed, her face was humiliated, but she was very determined.

The teacher in the Discipline Office and the class teacher wanted to search her schoolbag, but she refused.

"Zhen Yi, if you didn't take the money, just show us to prove your innocence."

"Why not search someone else's schoolbag? Why only search me alone?" She twisted her eyebrows, making her tongue tremble with anger. "I'm not obedient and I don't like learning, but I won't steal other people's things!"

"You pour out the contents of the schoolbag and show it to us, this matter will be resolved. Your stubborn resistance will make everyone more suspicious of you!"

In a word, let everyone present whisper.

Zhen Yi stood in the eyes of everyone, blushing with blood;

The teacher was impatient and stepped forward: "Bring the schoolbag."

"Slap!" The schoolbag was smashed **** the desk; "Boom" and "Boom" were two crisp sounds. She stepped on the chair and stood on the table in shock.

The on-site discussion was quiet.

Standing by the window, she threatened:

"You search! If you move my schoolbag today, I will jump from here!"

The audience was shocked and silent.

"You search !!!" she screamed.

"Zhen Yi!" Yan Ge's voice came from the crowd.

A moment ago, the grief and anger on her face disappeared instantly, and she became helpless, she was holding the window flustered.

Seeing him coming out of the crowd, his eyes clinging, faintly nervous, staring at her momentarily, bypassing the tables and walking to her feet.

He looked up at her and held out his hand. His voice was unusually soft. It was the first time: "Zhen Yi, give me your hand."

She was not as stubborn as everyone saw, but she was really scared, her hands and feet were shaking, unable to move.

She stared down at him stunnedly, really unable to move.

"Then I'll hold your hand," he said softly, taking a step forward, holding her slowly, and he let out a sigh of relief in his heart, but felt her trembling and subtle trembling, and his heart became dull again.

"Come here with me." He took her hand and slowly opened her arms towards her.

She trembles, bends her knees slightly, and slides down; his wrists forcefully bring her back to the ground.

She threw herself into his arms, and she was as tough as before. At this moment, she was weak and helpless, tears swirling in her eyes, grievances, panic, and even more fear that he would not believe her:

"Speech, you can't listen to their teacher. I haven't stolen someone else's money. Really. You mustn't listen to them."

"I didn't listen to them." He said, "I only listen to you."

Her tears rushed open, hitting all of his chest.

Yange picked up her schoolbag and asked gently: "Can you open it and see?"

She burst into tears and nodded.

He pulled away, the contents of the bag were clear at a glance, a few coins, a pack of sanitary napkins ...

He lowered his head, he hadn't moved for a long time, his hair was covered, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

For a long time, his eyes were cold, and he looked at the people around him, two male teachers, not to mention countless male classmates.

very quiet.

Countless eyes stared.

"Speech, let's go." She burst into tears and pulled his sleeve.

"Wait a minute." You can't go like this, and some people think she is a thief;

He saw Zhen Yi at the same table: "Come and see, is there any lost money in this bag?"

Yang Zi looked at the probe: "No."

Yange looked at the female student standing next to the teacher again: "Is your money lost?"

"Yes."

"Come and see."

She came over and looked.

"Is there your money in it?"

"No." The girl was nervous.

Yangeli zipped up the schoolbag with a cool tone, almost commanding: "Apology."

The girl blushed and lowered her head, unable to speak under the watch of a group of people.

"It seems to be a student with good grades. If you do something wrong, you have to apologize. This basic moral quality is missing? After studying for so long, don't you understand how to write the word" polite "? Are you a good student? No, I think you are far worse than Zhen Yi. "

In such sharp words, the expression is actually quiet, the tone is plain, and it looks very harmless.

"I'm sorry." If the girl couldn't bear the male theology, she ran back to her seat and shed tears.

The teacher asked the students to come apart and go to class, but ...

"Shouldn't the two teachers apologize?" Yan Yan's voice sounded coolly.

The classmates did not go away and watched with wide eyes.

Zhen Yi froze for a moment, watching the teacher's embarrassed and embarrassed expressions, and gently pulled the corner of the dress.

He turned to look at her: "Leave it to me, don't worry."

He was angry.

Zhen Yi dare not speak.

The teacher thought about calming down: "Zhen Yi, I'm sorry ..."

The expression shook his head: "I'm sorry, let me go; I'm sorry, to disturb; this is not an apology."

"The teacher will not apologize, I will teach you." The gentleman politely said, "I'm sorry, I did something wrong. This is the apology."

Teachers are even more embarrassed if they are so unscrupulous.

The words waited calmly for a few seconds: "I will complain to the school management committee: the two teachers do not respect the privacy of the students, wrongly steal the students, and ... force the students to jump off the building."

"Zhen Yi, I'm sorry, the teacher did something wrong. Please forgive me."

"Zhen Yi, I'm sorry, the teacher did something wrong. Please forgive me."

Zhen Yi was hazy, dumbfounded, and thought dreaming.

But on the way home that night, she was sad afterwards, remembering the teacher's doubts, the eyes of the classmates were so helpless at the time, but none of them stood up to help her, all watching good drama.

How desperate and shameful she was.

Words knew she was sad and carried her home.

She lay on his back, grieved in her heart, and she shed tears silently all the way. She wiped her hands and hugged him around her neck. Between her neck, on her hair, on her cheeks, and in her clothes, all her tears were rubbed.

She didn't say anything or whine, only wet and cool liquid dripping onto him.

Looking at the front, he said indifferently: "We always feel that Zhen Yi is not like a girl. Now it seems that it is also made of water."

She burst into tears and laughed and wept.

"Zhen Yi." He was surprisingly quiet.

"Ok?"

"In the future, don't stand in such a high place." He said lightly and slowly, "I will be nervous."

She was stunned, her heart warm and bursting.

She hugged his neck tightly and whispered: "Speech, I scare them. I won't jump. I can't bear you."

"Zhen Yi." He seemed to blush.

"Ok?"

"You hugged me too tight and strangled me."

"... Oh, I'm sorry. Um, it's not like this, to do it again: I'm sorry, I did something wrong, please forgive me."

"..."

"Haha!"

Words have come back from the memories of the past. At that time, he was really nervous. For the first time in his life, he was so nervous.

He looked back. She was sitting at the dining table at the moment, her mouth was covered with rice grains, and she was eating deliciously, happy and satisfied.

Ah, very good.

After eating, he said to wash dishes and clean the kitchen; Zhen Yi did not help. In her heart, he always had the property of cleaning robots.

She went to the computer and picked the movie. Well, what should I watch?

After thinking about it, I decided to look at atonement. There's a passion scene there that makes the blood boil.

After finishing the kitchen, he washed his hands several times. Drain the grapes soaked in brine, put them in a glass bowl, and take them to the sofa.

As soon as I turned around, I saw that Zhen Yi was bored, humming songs, and the little animals were rolling on the sofa.

I didn't think that when I was eating, at the moment, she was only wrapped in a bath towel, her slender shoulders and slender legs were all exposed, quiet but smart.

There was something strange in my heart that was fleeting.

When she turned to see him coming, she immediately sat up, stretched out her palm towards his grape bowl, grabbed one and put it in her mouth.

"Wow, so ice!"

She clenched her fists, her small body trembled with exaggeration, and her slender collar bones became more and more distinct, inexplicably revealing a faint sexy.

Yan Ge shrank for half a second, feeling that it was very difficult to look away, but he finally sat on the sofa next to her.

"Well, eat grapes!" She grabbed a hand and gave it to him. He raised his hand to get it, but she opened his hand and approached his lips capriciously.

He understood what she meant, and didn't take it by himself. He bowed his head and obediently picked grapes from her palms, his lips flicked over her palms, and both of them twitched.

She took his hand spontaneously and squeezed beside him. Her bare legs were unconsciously leaning on his legs, and her smooth skin touched the back of his hands.

He felt as if he had condensed fat on the back of his hand.

He was holding a glass bowl, and she was responsible for giving him grapes.

Such a night was doomed to an ambiguous atmosphere.

Yan Yan watched the movie seriously, but she was unavoidably absent-minded; she was too close, her body was extremely soft, and she had just taken a bath. The fragrance of the bath milk lingered on his lips, and he had a hint of heart;

And Zhen Yi pretended to watch the movie intently, without speaking, until the screen, the hero and heroine in the library xxoo.

The living room was very quiet. The two of them didn't speak. Only the man's heavy breathing and the woman's delicate chanting in the movie seemed exceptionally clear. The sound is like air, it will be contagious, and soaked into the skin of the two people on the sofa.

The atmosphere is delicate and warm.

The breath of speech was vaguely unstable.

Zhen Yi twisted her body slowly, raised her head close to his ear, and the words between her lips and teeth slowly overflowed: "I am ready to dedicate myself." It means naturally dedicating her body.

Her eyes were moist and clear, full of bewitching emotions, unreserved and undisguised, just to let him see clearly.

His speech slightly adjusted his breath, but there was a sense of futility, and his heart was violently heated.

She tilted her head, her teeth gnawed her lower lip, her voice was very delicate, and she kindly suggested: "My computer has 97 poses. Do you want to see them? Well, would I teach you?"

With that said, she had turned over and sat on his lap.

The glass bowl fell to the carpet, and purple crystal grapes rolled across the ground.

His voice was smoky and his face was red.

She lowered her head, her eyes clear, staring at him, her eyes full of longing, and her hands fumbled into his pants.

The speech was stiff, and his hand was pulled out from under her, holding her wrist violently, preventing her from exploring.

Zhen Yi frowned slightly, a little wronged, but his voice became softer, and he entered his ear word by word, causing every cell in his body to start trembling:

"This time, we will never separate, so of course we will do it."

"Speech, isn't that what you said? This time together, you will never be separated. Are you lying?"

She looked very hurt.

Yan Ge felt that she couldn't breathe air. She froze because of her words, but she quickly shook her head: "No."

"Are you chasing me?"

"Yes."

"Now I announce that you have chased me. I am your girlfriend. You said that we will not be separated from now on, then we will get married and have children. You said, are we OK?"

The logic is very clear.

The words are nowhere to be refuted.

Her eyes were wet, watching him for a few seconds, some lost, her body slowly leaned back; he was startled, thinking she was about to fall, and immediately hugged her waist.

She pulled away from him, lying on his palm calmly, and her lips twitched a beautiful smile:

"Speech, you are optimistic. I grew up, this is me 8 years later."

His wrists were raised, and the towel was pulled gently. The fluffy texture of his hand towel was like sand, and her smooth and bare skin fell into his palm.

"Eight years ago, you said I was too young; now, I am growing up. You said, do you want me?"

In front of him, she was smooth, like a small white fish, looking at him playfully and slyly.

At this moment, he felt her exceptionally dazzling, like a rare pearl.

Words didn't make her look away, but portrayed her body silently, silently, from beginning to end.

Somewhere in his body gradually tightened, anxious and impatient. He tried his best to restrain himself, nodded his head, and said in a calm tone, "I remember it. Zhen Yi, you are beautiful."

This sentence, he said seriously and piously.

Zhen Yi's heart seemed to be hit hard by something warm for a moment, suddenly soft and unreasonable.

In front of him, she was never ashamed and acted boldly; this time, she thought he would avoid his eyes and dare not face it; but he unexpectedly cooperated with her madness so much, so cherished her nearly "self-light" the behavior of.

At this moment, she knew why she was never ashamed in front of him, because he was always worth it.

She looked at him blankly, but dumbfounded first.

Because of his pious and sincere praise, she saw tears in her eyes.

When he saw it, he was a little flustered: "Zhen Yi, I ..."

"Don't get me wrong, don't think I don't like you. No. Don't cry, no, but ..."

He blushed, his speech was incoherent for the first time, he was nervous and afraid to say the wrong thing, and he was even afraid of doing something wrong to hurt her. "Zhen Yi, I am a family member. If you are not engaged, you cannot ...

Zhen Yi froze for a few seconds, reacting, knowing that he had misunderstood, and felt that his embarrassed look was so cute and messed up. She fell into his arms all at once, arms around his neck, and asked joyfully:

"Then when will we get engaged? When will you propose to me?"

"I always thought about it." He said honestly.

Always.

"Oh," she buried her face in his chest happily, yelling and twisting, "But I'm so worried now, no matter, you have to find ways to make me happy."

Yange naturally knows what she means by "happy". Just thinking about it, his blood gradually boiled out of control.

"Huh, what you chased me, didn't let me see it at all. I still have to let me go at the end!" Zhen Yi deflated his head, tilted his head, and waited innocently.

I thought to myself that in the future, everything should have been his initiative; what's more, she was so **** and beautiful in his heart. He really wanted to kiss her at the moment, very much.

For so many years, forbearance and restraint, waiting hard and looking forward to ...

He hugged her waist and laid her down smoothly and carefully on the sofa, fooling over and kissing her.

She gently opened her lips to greet his entry. This time, she didn't make any movements and gave it to him.

The tip of his tongue pryed off her tusks, driving straight into it. Her lips are soft and fragrant, with a grape flavor of Bingqin, as he remembered. Bewitched and intoxicated, he will be asked to forget himself.

But, the phone rang ...

It was Si Gui.

Zhen Yi really wanted to beat her to death, but picked it up and listened, then frowned.

Putting down the phone, her face was flushed with the intimacy just now.

Looking back, Yange's clothes were messy, with the same blushing, and his eyes were moist and clear, and black and black.

She wrapped herself in a bath towel, straightened her messy hair, and said softly: "Zheng Ying is dead. It was the underage girl in the metro assault case." She got up, "I'm going to see."

"me and you togather."

"Ok."

The two men packed themselves up. Before going out, the landline phone at home suddenly rang. In the quiet living room, at first glance, it was a bit awkward and scary.

At that time, the two had reached the entrance.

"Are you going to answer the phone?" Yan Ge asked.

"No, it should be harassing the phone." She turned off the light and closed the door.

Standing on the edge of darkness and light, her eyes flickered: she no longer needed the phone.

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