Secretly, Secretly; But Unable to Hide It

The touch was extremely short, probably less than a second.

Sang Zhi's mind was still blank, and he didn't even have time to respond. The next second, she felt that Duan Xuan seemed to froze, and immediately stood up straight, taking a step back.

There was a distance not far from each other.

They were standing behind the bus station, carrying light on them, and the light was extremely dim. Sang Zhi looked up subconsciously, looking dull, and faced his slightly dark eyes.

I don't know what the psychology was, he didn't dare to look at him, and immediately retracted his eyes. He stepped back inexplicably.

She didn't know what reaction was right.

It seems strange that the response is too large. If the response is too small, it is not appropriate.

Otherwise, nothing happens.

Treat the accident as a trivial matter, and continue to talk to him normally.

But he was incapable of saying anything.

When her head was in confusion, she wanted to use her sleeves to pinch her forehead. When she raised her hands, she felt that this move was obvious, and she had to touch her head.

Soon, Sang Zhi heard Duan Xuxue open his mouth. His breathing was a little heavy, and he seemed to be holding some pain, and his voice became low and dumb: "Sorry."

Sang Zhi paused and looked at him again.

Only to find that Duan Xuan's face was extremely poor. In this single-digit weather, his forehead still sweated slightly, and his forehead hair was wet. The lips were pale to purple, the masseter muscles tightened, and the whole person was stretched.

As if to fall the next moment.

Sang Zhi froze.

She had never encountered such a situation, and instantly remembered where she seemed to hit him just now. She was anxious, and was so frightened that she stumbled: "Brother ... are you upset? Did I hit you ..."

"What did you hit?" Duan Jiaxuping breathed, bending her lips barely. "You touch it, and give your brother a chance to touch porcelain?"

"I'm sorry." Sang Zhi was inexplicably crying, her eyes became red, and her voice became nasal. "Brother, wait for me here, I'll stop the car."

This time Duan Xu didn't say anything, slowly said: "Go."

As soon as I walked to the side of the road, an empty taxi came up. Sang Zhi quickly stopped and told the driver, then trot back to Duan Xu immediately.

She helped Duan Xuan to walk in the direction of the taxi.

Duan Jiaxue walked a little slower than he just walked, and seemed to feel pain when he moved. He laughed suddenly, with a hint of fun in his tone: "It seems to be really helping the elderly this time."

Sang Zhi couldn't laugh.

"Little Sangzhi, my brother doesn't feel like a stomachache?" Duan Jiaxu looked sideways at Sangzhi, as if thinking, speaking slowly. "But my brother still--"

"..."

"It hurts a bit."

After getting on the bus, the driver looked back and noticed Duan Jiaxu's face: "Did you drink too much or what? What happened? I won't spit on the bus."

It may be that the pain was relieved after sitting down, and Duan Jiaxu's face was not so bad just now. He smiled and said, "Master, don't worry, I can bear it."

The driver frowned and made it clear: "Spit two hundred dollars."

"If you vomit, you will pay." Sangzhi said quickly. "Uncle, he's not comfortable. He's not drinking. Please drive to the city hospital, thank you."

The driver said nothing and started the car.

After speaking, Sang Zhi looked subconsciously towards Duan's direction. He leaned back in his chair, sitting lazily, with one hand over his right lower abdomen.

Sang Zhi didn't want him to talk anymore, so he didn't take the initiative.

But Duan Jiaxu opened his mouth first: "Childlike, fasten a seat belt."

She made a subconscious noise, and pulled the seat belt from the right and rear. When she tried to fasten it, she suddenly remembered that he was not tied. The childish movement stopped, released momentarily, and went to his side.

Probably noticed her movement, Duan Xu's eyelids moved: "What?"

Sangzhi reached out and touched the seat belt next to him, muttering, "I'll tie it to you."

Duan Jiaxu laughed: "What do you do to your brother? Your brother asked you to do it for yourself."

"I'll tie it to you, you can sit still." Sangzhi shook her head and insisted, "Brother, you sleep for a while, you won't feel any pain when you sleep, I'll call you when you get there."

"Okay, that's troublesome little mulberry." Duan Xiaoxu didn't refuse, sitting in place, staring at her with a tilted head, "I want you to take care of my brother."

Fortunately, the city hospital is not far away.

The driver parked the car in front of the hospital. Sang Zhi paid and helped Duan Xu to enter the hospital, then went to the emergency department for him.

The doctor asked Duan Jiaxu to take a film and determined that it was acute cecumitis. Sang Zhi listened, roughly saying that this situation has been dragging on for a long time, and it will be perforated later.

By then it will not be a minor problem.

She pursed her lips and glanced at him.

Duan Jiaxu didn't seem to care too much, and his eyes were bent, just smiling.

Later, the doctor wrote something in the medical record book, and asked Sang Zhi to pay first, and then arranged for surgery.

Sang Zhi nodded, looking at the receipt, and turned away. Before walking a few steps, Duan Xuan shouted at her: "Sang."

Sang Zhi turned back: "What's wrong?"

"There is a card in it, and the password is my brother's birthday." Duan Xiaoxu handed her wallet from her pocket with a gentle and gentle tone. "Thank you, Xiao Sangzhi for your help."

She stared at him for a few seconds, then took over: "Okay."

This is only a minor operation in surgery, the risk is very small, and the time is not long.

After she returned the money and returned home, Duan Xua noticed the time and took the initiative to say, "Little Sangzhi. It's nine o'clock, you should go back to school, it won't be safe again."

Mulberry didn't move.

"It's not a big deal," Duan Jiaxu said. "It's okay to rest for a few days after the disease is done. You can come and see your brother when you have time."

Sang Zhi handed the list to the doctor and said, "I'll wait for you to come out and go back."

"It's going to take an hour." Duan Jiax raised his eyebrows, his face was still nearly sickly white, "Are you boring outside alone?"

Sangzhi's mood is not so good, he said dumbly, "Don't talk."

"Okay." Duan Jiaxu smiled again. "Brother will not say it."

Sang Zhi didn't speak again, standing beside him in silence. She suddenly thought that if she didn't make an appointment with him today, she might not go to the hospital as he said on the phone.

Her heart was inexplicably flustered.

After Duan Jiaxu entered the operating room, Sang Zhi waited outside.

Afraid of her roommates' concerns, she said "Maybe I will go back tonight later" in the dormitory group, and then opened the webpage and searched for "Precautions for postoperative cecumitis".

After a while, Sang Zhi put away her cell phone and suddenly remembered the accident at the bus station. She touched her forehead subconsciously. Perhaps it was a psychological effect. At this moment, the place touched by him started to become hot.

As if burning.

At that moment, the breath he exhaled seemed to be entwined around her.

Extremely intimate distance.

Forget it.

Forget it.

do not! miss you! It's up!

It was she who ran into it first, and she was apologized instead.

Analyze according to the specific situation, so it should be that she took advantage of him. And just hitting a forehead is not a big deal.

Not a kid anymore ...

Seeing his reaction, it seems that he did not take this matter too seriously.

Before waiting for Sang Zhi to continue to think wildly, the mobile phone in his hand vibrated, and the caller ID was "Mom". Taking note of the time in the upper part of the screen, Sang Zhi quickly picked up: "Mom."

Li Ping's voice came from the phone: "Just, haven't you returned to the dormitory?"

Because she ran so far to school, Li Ping told her in advance that she had to make a phone call at 10 o'clock every night. If she has something, you can send her a WeChat account.

Sangzhi did not lie: "Yes."

Liping: "Have you gone out with friends?"

"No," Sangzhi said, "Mom, the friend I met with my brother here was the one who taught me tutoring in junior high school, Duan praised."

Li Ping: "Well, Mom remembers."

"Because he helped me quite a bit, I wanted to invite him for a meal," Sang Zhi explained. "But he was sick, so I'll take him to the hospital, now in the hospital."

Li Ping: "Sick? Is it serious?"

Sang Zhi: "Acute cecumitis should be fine."

"Then you take care of it, and there is no one in the child's house." Li Ping sighed. "You need to pay attention to it yourself, go back soon, you know?"

"..." Sanzhi was attracted by her words, and said, "What do you mean by nobody in the family? Mom, how do you know?"

"Ah?" Li Ping said, "I don't seem to have mentioned this to you? But you don't have to be in front of him. Your brother, this friend, seems to be here, the first semester winter vacation? Borrowed three from your brother Ten thousand yuan. "

"..."

"How old was your brother at that time, and if you had the money, you should ask your dad." Li Ping said softly, "said it was to treat his mother. Later, the money was returned, but it seemed that people were gone."

Sangzhi was a little speechless and said for a long time: "What about his father?"

"This mother doesn't know," Li Ping said, "but if his dad was there, how could this money be borrowed by a child?"

After the operation, she will be hospitalized for another week.

Duan Xuan was arranged into a two-bed ward. He was wearing a sick suit, his hair tucked to his forehead, his face was cold and his mental state was not good.

The operation was a local anesthesia, so he was awake and infused with fluid on the back of his hand. Looking at Sang Zhi aside, Duan Xu bent his lips and reminded again, "Little Sang Zhi, you should go back to school."

Sang Zhi said softly, "I see."

"Stop a car after going out, write down the license plate number and send it to your brother," Duan Jiaxu said. "Then, when you get to the dormitory, call your brother."

"Oh." Sang Zhi grasped the **** the shoulder bag and hesitated to ask, "Does this surgery hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Duan Jiaxu smiled. "I have an anesthetic. I don't feel it."

Sang Zhi nodded: "Then I'll see you tomorrow."

"Come back when there is no class," Duan Jiaxu said. "Brother is fine here, no need to run back and forth every day."

"..." Sang Zhi glanced at him. "Goodbye brother. Goodbye."

"bye."

Seeing her out of the ward, Duan Jiaxu picked up her cell phone and glanced. He noticed that Sang Yan had called him, and raised his eyebrows, and called back slowly.

Listening to the sound of mechanical drops in his ears, Duan Xu suddenly remembered what happened next to the station.

And childish reactions.

The little girl was extremely caught off guard, and seemed to be scared, she didn't even dare to look at him. Maybe I feel a little embarrassed and didn't say a word for a long time.

Maybe kind of mind this?

After waiting for the other end to pick up, Duan Jiaxuan hung up the phone.

Finally I have time and energy to think about it.

Counting, this child should be twenty in a few months? Even if he wasn't his age, his behavior just now seems to be taking advantage of the little girl.

Still his brother's sister.

It can also be regarded as a child who grew up.

And it's all twenty, can't he always tease her like that? In case this child comes together with his mind, he misunderstands that he has the same idea as a beast, which is not good.

Little girls may care more about these?

Duan Jiaxu touched his brows, somehow ... a sense of guilt.

He suddenly remembered her online dating partner.

At this time, the phone rang and interrupted his emotions. It was Sang Yan.

Duan Jiaxu picked it up, thinking whether to confess it.

Sang Yan's voice came over from there, and his tone was lazy: "Brother, have your cecum cut? What's it like?"

"Very good." Duan praised his lips and said casually, "you can try."

"People who look handsome don't have this thing, understand?" Speaking of this, Sang Yan mentioned something, "I heard that my sister took you to the hospital?"

Duan Jiaxu: "Yes."

"This problem is still going to be delivered? Can't you go to the hospital yourself?" Sang Yan said leisurely. "Can you say that you can order something? It hurts when you go to the hospital and take the initiative."

Duan Jiaxu: "You called to just do this?"

"I happen to be free. I heard that you are ill, so call and celebrate." Sang Yan said, "Since you're fine, I'll go to bed."

"Wait a while," Duan Xia Xu said for a few seconds, "I'll tell you something."

"Say."

Duan Xuan considered how to express it.

How do you say that.

He said that I just kissed your sister by accident, and the little girl really cared.

I hope you don't mind being my brother.

Isn't this a problem?

"Forget it," Duan Jiaxu said, "Nothing."

"..." Sang Yan was quiet for a while, and then said again quickly, "I don't like you at all. The grandfathers speak like little girls. What can't I say?"

Duan Jiaxuan: "Hang up."

"Wait a moment." Sang Yan seemed to be intrigued. "Brother, I heard that you are going to go on a blind date recently? Your boss is kind enough to introduce you how many."

"..."

"Is there a successful one? I don't think you're a target now," Sang Yan said. "Okay, brother. I'll teach you, don't talk like you did before."

Duan Jiaxu didn't move his eyelids. "What do I say?"

"I have been embarrassed to hit you in the tone of your words." Sang Yan said slowly. "You know, it's a bit too soiled."

"..."

"It doesn't look like you like people who love sisters and siblings," Sang Yan said, "brother, I'll tell you that now the post-90s, I don't like this."

Duan Jiaxu frowned: "After 90?"

"We are more fashionable after 90's, okay?" Sang Yanyou said, "I know you don't understand the 80s, but you have to keep up with this era."

Duan Jiaxu was one year behind Sang Yan.

One 89 years, one 90 years.

Duan Jiaxu was speechless to Zhile: "You are so fussy and hung up."

He glanced at the time, thinking about the time from here to the University of Yihe, and was about to make a phone call to ask if Sang Zhi got in the car.

Duan Jiaxu raised his eyes.

I immediately saw that the person who had just left was back at this moment. She stood by the door, didn't move, and seemed to be afraid of being scolded by him, with a low voice: "Compliment Brother, should I stay with you?"

"..."

"I feel like if I'm sick." Sanzhi scratched his head. "You shouldn't leave."

The author has something to say: Sang Yan: Our post-90s are relatively tide.

Sang Yan: After the 90s, no one will eat you! This! set!

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