Rong Wan held his hand, rubbed the back of his hand for him, and said, "There is no next time. It's best not to come to a place like the hospital for the rest of your life!"

The two of them were about to sit on the seats for a while, waiting for the blood from the needle to solidify before leaving. Someone seemed to see them over there. Suddenly, their footsteps turned and they suddenly walked towards this side-the closer they got, the more they would be seen. Yuan Yun's look at Rong Wan fell into his eyes, the more ugly this man's face was.

"Jing Yizhi, how dare you skip class?"

Rong Wan suddenly raised his head, only to see Father Jing and his assistant standing in the corridor at some point, frowning at him with anger on their faces.

Chapter 63

Yuan Yun suddenly stood up, subconsciously put Rong Wan behind him, and frowned.

"Dad." Rong Wan, afraid of revealing some clues, popped his head out from behind him, and hurriedly called out, "I'm accompanying Xue to get injections, why are you here?"

"When is this, the third year of high school, and still absent from school?!" Jing's father is not angry. His company is busy these days, and an important cooperative customer is hospitalized. Today, he specially came to visit, otherwise he would not know Jing Yiqi. class! The achievements of Xian Qianyiqi have improved a lot, and he did not manage Jing Yiqi so strictly! "You will have the college entrance examination in half a year, do you know that?!"

"Let's go back now." Rong Wan quickly picked up his schoolbag.

Father Jing let out an "um", his anger still not subsided, and his eyes fell on Yuan Yun.

The vigilance between Yuan Yun's eyebrows disappeared, and he bowed his head slightly: "Hello, uncle."

He is taller than Jing's father, standing in front of anyone, he has a sense of intimidation, and he has a bit of coldness and sharpness that high school students of this age do not have.

Jing's father has been crawling and rolling in the business field for so many years, his eyes are almost tempered into fire eyes. Seeing the scene where his son and this classmate are holding hands and talking, always feel that something is wrong...

Has he seen his younger son so close to other people before? No, the boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, even if his mother brought him milk and touched his face more, he would be angry.

"Hello." Father Jing said lightly, and then said to the assistant, "Send them back to school first."

After visiting the client, Jing's father was still stuck in his heart. He sat back in the car and asked the assistant, "That kid often hangs out with Yiqi?"

Every time the assistant came back, he saw Yuan Yun at the school gate. After thinking about it, he replied, "Yes, it should be a good friend. I heard that they are still at the same table. Every time my wife makes soup, I have to bring a copy to school."

Father Jing's expression darkened a bit.

After Rong Wan and Yuan Yun went back to school, five days of stitches had been completed, and Rong Wan finally felt cloudy and clear in his heart, and his handwriting was a lot lighter when he was doing his homework. It has entered autumn, the weather is cold and hot one day, the plane trees on the campus boulevard are all yellow, and it is a very beautiful scene spread on the ground.

Because it was Friday, in the afternoon, the class was organized to pick up trash and divided into groups based on grades. Yuan Yun was assigned to sweep the teaching building, but Rong Wan happened to be assigned to the lawn to pull weeds.

Old Lin said: "Everyone move, move according to the assignment now, finish the cleaning task within an hour, and then you can leave school."

Rong Wan couldn't help complaining at the back of the classroom: "Teacher, can I not need to clean the sick patient? My deskmate just finished the injection today, and the back of his hand is still swollen."

As soon as he said this, Yuan Yun glanced at him, and the third-class students burst into laughter, looking at Yuan Yun in the back row one by two - it turns out that the boss also has a cold and a fever and needs an injection. I only saw him two years ago. He has a medal for fighting, but I have never seen a wound on his body. Immediately, some classmates coaxed and said, "Fuck, the back of Brother Yun's hand is swollen, show me—!"

Yuan Yun: "..."

Rong Wan: "..." Let me show you a head, can you see it? !

"Quiet!" Lao Lin was so angry that he slapped the blackboard: "I'm still in class, it's not over yet, one or two are all crazy?"

No one in the class was afraid of him, they were all laughing and chatting very excitedly. Since entering the third year of high school, the atmosphere of the whole class and even the whole grade has been low and tense. No, it's more relaxing now. After a while, Lao Lin couldn't help laughing, educating everyone like he was educating elementary school students, saying, "I count three, two, one, and you all line up to go out."

Rong Wan and Yuan Yun were at the back of the line and walked outside side by side. Rong Wan asked in a low voice, "Brother Yun, are you going home today?"

Yuan Yun nodded: "Go back, he's gone."

Rong Wanyang raised the phone in his hand: "If you have something to do, you must send me a message, no matter what time, no matter how late, I'm always here."

There was a little smile in Yuan Yun's eyes, and he pinched his neck affectionately.

After Rong finished improving his grades, there were always more than a dozen students in the class, and more than 100 students in the grade. Most of the girls who were assigned to a group with him were very slow in weeding. But after about 20 minutes, Yuan Yun finished cleaning and ran over to find him. With Yuan Yun's help, their group's weeding progress was much faster.

If there was a boy who was not afraid of death, he came over to look at the back of Yuan Yun's hand, with an unbelievable look. To use a bad analogy, it was like seeing Sun Wukong being bitten by an ant and would be injured

"It's really green, hahaha."

"..." Yuan Yun's face darkened.

Rong Wan also laughed until his stomach hurt. He felt happy even with the hard work of pulling weeds, but it was a pity that an hour passed quickly. After school, the assistant came to pick him up as usual, but as soon as Rong Wan got home, he faintly realized that the atmosphere was not right.

Jing's father and Jing's mother are both sitting in the living room. Jing's father rarely smokes at home, but at this time his fingertips are on and off, his brows are furrowed, and the ashtray in front of him is full. Jing's mother's eyes are red, and it looks like It's like crying.

There was a mobile phone in front of the two of them.

Rong Wan's heart immediately groaned.

Years later, he received a lot of lucky money. In addition, after using the phone for a year, the screen shattered, so he bought a new phone. The phone has been locked in the drawer without much care. Speaking of chatting with Yuan Yun, most of the text messages in this phone are. He originally wanted to delete it, but after wiping the words that Yuan Yun wished him "a smooth life, healthy and worry-free", he didn't want to. Just as a good wish, he also wanted to stay forever.