Chapter 95

Blizzard makes this winter unforgettable.

Such a serious brawl in the south of the city has already been seen, and it has spread to the ears of the teachers and students of the school with lightning speed. There are almost even videos on the Internet. The rumors are terrible. Some people say that they killed people. Some people say that the ambulance is coming, some people are indiscriminate, and there are various versions. The only people who really know the ins and outs of everything are the few people in the hospital.

And a man stepping on snow late at night.

Knowing that there was a blizzard in the south of the city, he never thought it would be so cold. He felt sadness and sadness along the way. He had to clench his fists tightly. The beating veins on his hands were covered with snowflakes. Water, evaporates into the air.

Blizzard wet the broken hair on his forehead, and the padded jacket wrapped his hot body. He walked on this long-lost path, looking at the snow by the fence, his eyes became darker and darker.

How long has it been, fuck.

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Several boys in the dormitory were sitting together, not in the mood to sleep, let alone play games, and kept silent to each other. In this atmosphere, until someone couldn't stand it, they turned on the computer and released the game sound.

"He's courting death, what's our business?" The tone was full of indifference, but there was still a little trembling and panic when listening carefully, but it was well concealed.

"What if he really died?" The topic box was opened, and no one was in the mood to talk about anything other than this matter. The hospital's results have not yet come out, at least not yet spread to the ears of this group of parties. A group of people calmed down and were seen by so many people. If something really happened, they couldn't be safe.

"He kicked me first, damn," a boy touched the corner of his mouth and sat on a chair and said, "If you have the ability to go to court, whoever is right will be the one who moves first."

"It's really dead, and I've found it directly! Who cares about whether to do anything first!"

"Why the hell are you yelling at me? You didn't hit him? You were the one who kicked him in the head! I don't even know how you dared to knock him out! It's your responsibility if he dies!"

"I'm blaming me now?" The boy who was about to get up with the desk and chair, "You want to lie in the hospital too, don't you?"

"Fuck you, fuck it." A boy stood up angrily and walked towards the door. A topic ruined the harmonious atmosphere, and their egoism in the face of danger had already made them disregard the agreement at the beginning. Self-preservation words lose their logic because of panic, and only pursue shirk and blame.

The air in the room was suffocating, and some people couldn't sit still. They planned to take a breath and smoke a cigarette. Who knew that before they went out, a tall and dark figure appeared in front of the door.

"Fuck you, I won't do anything in the future..." Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw his roommate who was stunned and a figure by the door. The boy jumped up from the chair. This action caused Attracting the attention of others, they all looked up, and everyone stopped their movements and stared slightly.

"You're right," the tall slender man stretched out his hand, with the heat of winter in his mouth, and tapped the open door with his finger. His voice was softer, but his heart trembled, "309."

He was not asking them, but to inform him that he was looking for 309 people.

Seeing their guilty and defensive eyes, Song Yu knew that he had not found the wrong person.

He didn't even want to give a fake smile. He stretched out his hand and put it on top of a boy who was going out in front of him. He rubbed his scalp hard with his fingers, and showed him a video, asking: " Are you there?"

The dark crowd on the mobile phone was photographing the tragic scene in the snow. Other colors were negligible, but the red cotton clothes were very eye-catching, and they felt guilty at a glance.

The boy swallowed slightly.

This action was seen by Song Yu, and it was no different from admitting it, followed by a muffled sound without warning. Song Yu sullenly slammed his foot into his abdomen. The huge impact made people unable to stabilize their steps and stumbled. He fell backwards, but no one dared to help him, tripped over the chair behind him, and knocked the person and the chair onto the cold winter ground.

"Boom!"

More panic than the sound of thunder and lightning.

They didn't understand the reason why Song Yuye appeared here in the night, but after watching the video, everyone understood...

The person who fell on the ground and screamed in pain was ignored, and the others swallowed silently. Some people were not mentally literate, and their whole body was shaking. When Song Yu approached, he raised his hands to guard and said, "It's not me. …”

He didn't have time to finish this sentence, Song Yu was not in the mood to listen to the explanation, grabbed the man's collar and slammed him on the desk next to him, with a clear and muffled sound like a rib was broken, who cares? ? In addition to the pain person himself, will Song Yu, whose eyes are getting more and more scarlet, have pity? He's just excited.

There was a little commotion around, Song Yu looked sideways, and the eyes colder than Bingxue stopped the others who wanted to make a move. They were leaning against the table, their eyes wandering around, unable to focus.

The aura was so frightening, it gave people an intuition in an instant that he didn't come to beat people, but to kill people.

Song Yu turned his head and saw the water glass on the table. The hot water was steaming. It should have been poured for a while. The uninsulated water cup scalded his skin, held the cup tightly like a self-abuse, brought it to the boy's lips, pinched his chin with the other hand, and commanded with red eyes: "Open your mouth."

He didn't dare to know what he was going to do. The boy under his hand was locked on the table and couldn't resist at all. He was trembling as he looked into Song Yu's eyes from such a close distance, and he didn't read the slightest joke from it. It's all a mixture of pleasure and fiery emotions, making him look very unlike a normal person.

No one in Chengnan has publicly challenged Song Yu, and the video circulating on the Internet has not dissipated until now. , there are too many problem children in it, and they are the object of disgust for the school and the police.

However, in the incident where Han Chengyu stabbed someone, Song Yu was also present, and he was right beside him. A person who watched the whole process with a cold eye, with no panic on his face, was unanimously called an anti-social personality, or a certain It has the potential to kill, and this is the reason why many people in the south of the city are afraid of Song Yu.

No matter how many voices were talking about that group of people behind their backs, it was all about their mouths. Just like how they talked about Song Yu today, it didn't conflict with their fear of Song Yu at all.

"I beg you..." The boy's voice was trembling undisguised, and even his body began to tremble. He was really scared. He was frightened by Song Yu's eyes. His hands were so strong that he pinched them. There was blood on his cheeks.

Maybe it was because he was too uncooperative and annoyed people, maybe it was because Song Yu never thought that he would let him go after he cooperated, but it was the same way of playing. He tilted his hand and a cup of hot water poured down his face. , As soon as he touched the boy's skin, a frightening roar sounded in the bedroom.

"what"

That sound, which sounded like a dangerous alarm, exploded in the male dormitory in the south of the city, and there was a sound of chaos in the corridor, and 309 were in chaos.

The scream ripped open the hole in the night, and it seemed that it was too late for self-protection. Song Yu smashed the cup in his hand, and the "patta" shattered not only the glass, but also the other people who had not been dealt with. The panicked heart .

Song Yu walked straight to the door. They thought he heard the movement and dared not continue. He was about to leave. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the person who walked to the door slammed on the door with a "bang". Keep outsiders out of the danger zone.

The door was just slammed, not locked, but no one dared to approach. The people in the corridor looked at each other with panic on their faces.

"It seems to be Song Yu..."

"what?!"

They leaned against the wall behind them, startled by a name that should not have appeared.

The scene in the room was not good. Song Yu's hands were scalded and his skin was red. He didn't have time to care. He unzipped the padded jacket, took off the heavy padded jacket, and threw it on the ground, wearing a turtleneck sweater on the cold night. , folded up his sleeves, his eyes were cold, his drooping eyelashes were wet from the wind and snow, he raised his head and said to the few people standing, "It's not over, let's continue."

The enthusiasm that erupted in his eyes will not dissipate for a while. During the time he was receiving treatment, he was able to control it fairly well. It all collapsed tonight, but it doesn't matter. He has suppressed it for so many years and needs such an opportunity to release. Now this opportunity was presented to him, and he should seize it firmly.

"Have you ever been in prison?" Song Yu's frantic expression was no longer normal, "Let's go together."

Tonight, the wind and snow are blowing together, chilling the hearts of many people, and the desolate beauty spreads in the wind and snow. No matter what kind of words of remorse and begging for mercy, they are not warm and indifferent.

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The people guarding the hospital corridor had already returned, and only Zhao Yibai was left. He was shocked when he saw Song Yu. Song Yu's face was bloody and his hair was soaked, and it was placed on his pale forehead. He was wearing only a black turtleneck sweater, and there was Blizzard outside. How did he come here?

And his hands...

"You," Zhao Yibai choked, he knew what happened, but he was still a little shocked to see Song Yu's appearance, where did the blood come from his face? Where is the wound? It didn't seem to be his, Zhao Yibai felt a little regretful, he was alert that something major happened, but he said when he opened his mouth: "Go and deal with it."

Song Yu would be obedient. He scared Zhao Yibai and the people inside.

When he was about to find the waters, he thought of something. Song Yu turned his eyes and said to Zhao Yibai in the cold hospital corridor, "Thank you."

Thanks for telling him.

Zhao Yibai moved his lips, but after all, he didn't say anything, just looked at Song Yu across the air, and nodded, that's all.

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At ten o'clock in the evening, the hospital ward was silent.

The eyes of the person on the hospital bed trembled slightly. Cheng Yan had a terrible dream, but he forgot all of it the moment he opened his eyes.

All he knew was that he was very tired. He had slept for a long time. If he could see the person in front of him when he woke up, he would be willing to be beaten again. He was probably beaten and lost his mind. He prayed masochistically. .

Song Yu was lying on the head of his bed, holding his hand with both hands, and buried his head deeply, until the hand that was held moved in his palm, he slowly raised his head.

"Have I been beaten to death..." Cheng Yan narrowed his eyes, he wanted to open his eyes to look at the person in front of him, he missed him so much, no matter how many things he used to fill his life without him, or in the middle of the night , I think of him in my dreams day after day, I dream of him, but he can't, he can't open his eyes any more, it hurts, it involves a wound on his face that he doesn't know where, let his hand follow Wei Wei Trembling, "I can see you."

When Song Yu appeared here, Cheng Yan could probably guess what was going on. He didn't want to ask. He was just filled with joy now, and he didn't want to ask the reason at all. He just wanted to tell him that he missed him very much.

Song Yu raised his head, but did not relax because of his words. When he saw Cheng Yan's difficulty in opening his eyes, when he heard his voice, Song Yu's wild emotion burned to the corner of his eyes.

He held Cheng Yan's hand tightly, and Cheng Yan also looked at the gauze wrapped around his hand, but before Cheng Yan could care, he was shocked by a hot tear.

"Don't cry," Cheng Yan clenched his fingertips, the corners of his eyes were hot with his tears, weak words came from the ward, there was no more strength to support the broken body, and the pain all over the body was pulled Making Cheng Yan unable to get up to wipe his tears, he could only repeat in a panic: "Song Yu, don't cry..."