The voice seemed to come from another world, distant and clear.

Xia Zhuo just came over and saw what he was doing.

He was numb the whole time, not even frowning.

She frowned before him, "Lu Fenghe, what are you doing?"

Under the light of the street lamp, Xia Zhuo could clearly see the slap marks on the right side of his face and the broken corner of his mouth.

Black slacks with a few streaks of gray on them.

It was even more embarrassing than seeing him for the first time at the beginning of the year.

Xia Zhuo didn't argue with him for the time being that he deliberately cut the wound just now, looked at him distressedly and said, "How did you do it?"

He tilted his head, half-truth and half-false, "I fell."

You can make a slap print if you throw it, and you will be a ghost if you believe in you.

Xia Zhuo stood in front of him and reached out his hand, "Get up first, go and treat the wound on your hand."

Lu Fenghe just smiled, with injuries on his face and blood on his hands, the picture was inexplicably a little crazy.

He looked at the girl in front of him, and thought to himself, isn't that what he was doing for it, it was worth detonating this war in advance.

"My hands are dirty." He didn't take her hand and stood up by himself.

Xia Zhuo couldn't bear the way he didn't take himself seriously, and deliberately attacked him, "What are you laughing at, don't laugh."

The wound on Lu Fenghe's wrist was not deep, but it was quite long, and the Band-Aid couldn't stick it.

It was still a long way from here to the hospital. He didn't want to go, so he went to a nearby clinic to have the doctor clean up and bandage him. Coincidentally, he went back to that one last time.

The wound was a little above the wrist, not close to any vitals, but with a few loops of gauze wrapped around it, those who didn't know thought he had attempted suicide.

"Don't touch the water, and don't go on purpose..." The doctor packed up his things and talked in a commonplace way. He glanced over here and saw a little bruise on the collar of his neck. He changed the subject, "I have a wound on my shoulder."?”

Lu Fenghe looked back at him, then at Xia Zhuo, and replied vaguely, "Yes."

This doctor has really good eyesight.

The doctor is a man in his thirties, and he doesn't have those rules. He directly pulled his collar with his hands, frowned and said, "Did you fight with someone?"

"No." To be precise, he was beaten and fell.

The doctor asked, "Can you move?"

"You can move." As soon as Lu Fenghe finished speaking, he was caught off guard by the doctor's hard pinch on his left shoulder, making him almost scream out.

Not only good eyesight, but also good hands.

Lu Fenghe looked up at the doctor, not knowing what expression to put on.

I just want to say to be gentle, brother, it's not on you, it really hurts.

The doctor didn't look at him at all, loosened his collar and shook his head, "It's hard to say, you'd better go to the hospital to take an X-ray tomorrow."

Some things the clinic couldn't handle, the doctor gave him some medicine for bruises and let him go.

It wasn't too late, after nine o'clock in the evening, Xia Zhuo and him were walking along the bustling roadside in the business district, she couldn't help but say, "Lu Fenghe, I've seen it all, this is the secondNow, why are you doing this?"

He pretended not to understand, "What."

"Why make yourself hurt more." When Xia Zhuo said this, he looked at him with distressed and helpless eyes, why didn't he know how to cherish himself.

Lu Fenghe didn't know how to explain this matter, and he didn't remember how long ago he had this "abnormal" habit.

Like many people, they couldn't help biting the ulcers in their mouths, which seemed to be a way of decompressing with fire to fight fire, and stayed with him for a long time.

Lu Fenghe was silent for a moment and said, "It's a habit that won't happen in the future."

a habit.

Habit.

Xia Zhuo pondered over these two words over and over again, and was speechless for a while, how could he have this habit, did he often do this before.

Except for some people who carved letters on their arms with a knife in the non-mainstream period of junior high school, she really didn't find anyone who grew up and took this as a habit.

Xia Zhuo saw that his body was full of injuries, so he didn't want to be aggressive, so he calmed down, "I'll take it as you promised me, and I won't do it in the future."

He nodded, "Well, I promise you."

The two walked slowly on the road, and Xia Zhuo asked calmly, "How did you do this today?"

Lu Fenghe didn't hide it, "Arguing, this one on the face was hit by my dad, and the rest was accidentally dropped."

If they had known the result earlier, they might as well have let Lu Yuanjiang fight instead of stopping him.

Lu Yuanjiang had sense of propriety, let him hit him and never fell so badly.

Xia Zhuo slightly raised his head to look at him, "Are you with your parents? Why are you arguing?"

"Because I don't want to be Lu Chuanxing's stand-in anymore, and I find it boring." Lu Fenghe put his hands in his pockets and kicked the small stones on the side of the road.

"My dad is actually not a good-tempered person. I heard from my grandma that my brother was beaten a lot when he was a child, but before this year, no matter how messed I was, he never beat me. He treats me as my brother's continuation, and he can't bear it."I can't bear it." Lu Fenghe curled the corners of his mouth and looked at her with a smile, "It might sound a bit perverted to say that, but I'm actually not sad when he hit me today, I'm even a little happy, whether it's good or bad, at least he hit meAt that moment, I was not regarded as Lu Chuanxing."

If it were Lu Chuanxing, Lu Yuanjiang would not be able to do it at all.

Xia Zhuo listened to what he said calmly, but his heart was very complicated. It seemed that classmate Lu was not as happy as she thought before.

Xia Zhuo sighed, "Then you are running away from home again."

"No." Lu Fenghe said.

Before going out, he was called a chicken and a dog, Song Wan kept winking to tell him to go away, but Lu Yuanjiang would not do anything to him if he didn't leave, at most he would vent his anger on him.

But it's the best choice for him to go.

Give each other a step down.

Even though Lu Fenghe had agreed to her just now, when he thought about it, he was still worried.

Xia Zhuo stopped, carefully and tentatively pulled his hand, "Lu Fenghe, you can't do this in the future."

"You can talk to me later."

That night Song Wan comforted Lu Yuanjiang, the two of them calmed down and worried about whether he had fallen, and they made many phone calls.

Take him to the emergency room in the middle of the night to take a film.

I was busy until two or three o'clock in the morning, but luckily they were all skin traumas and nothing serious.

The doctor checked him for the trauma on his shoulder and asked him to take off his clothes. Song Wan was about to enter, but was stopped by a nurse.

He heard Song Wan say, "I'm his mother."

Lu Fenghe didn't know what he was thinking, suddenly felt a little awkward, and didn't want them to see it.

He was stopped by the nurse and was delayed for a while. He was about to get dressed when Song Wan and Lu Yuanjiang came in.

Even if the picture was only for a moment, they still saw it.

Lu Fenghe was well protected since she was a child and was rarely injured. She just felt that if Song Wan saw this, she would cry again.

The doctor took a look at the reckless couple, and then combined with Lu Fenghe's mouth, and came to the emergency room in the middle of the night, and automatically attributed the two of them to the category of "violent education".

So, he adjusted his glasses seriously and said, "Parents, go out and wait."

Lu Fenghe got dressed, and the doctor told him what medicine to take for how many days and so on, but he didn't listen to a word. He only heard Ms. Song outside saying to Lu Yuanjiang, "Next time, don't beat him if you say anything."

Lu Yuanjiang just went in and saw his back, the bruises and purples were shocking, but now he came out with a more serious face, regret and self-blame were written on his face, and there was still a little anger in his heart, so he said in a blunt tone, "Got it."

Song Wan's voice was obviously weaker, "Why are you competing with him, he is still young and ignorant."

"Then what do you say, whether to move or not, or whether we can tie him up then."

The corridor of the hospital was silent, and Song Wan remained silent for a long time.

Lu Fenghe opened the door with the prescription slip, and with the sound of the doorknob "click", he heard Song Wan say.

"If he really doesn't want to, forget it."

In the middle of the morning of the second day, Lu Fenghe was woken up by Chen Chaoyang.

He was sleeping at home, and when Chen Chaoyang came to look for him on his cell phone, he didn't return a message, so he went straight to the door.

Lu Fenghe let him in, and Chen Chaoyang came in to see that he was still lying on the bed, thinking that he didn't sleep last night and stayed up all night doing other things.

As a result, in the next second, Lu Fenghe got out of the quilt with his hand, and Chen Chaoyang petrified on the spot.

"Lu, don't be overthinking it." Chen Chaoyang looked at the circles of gauze on his wrist, and when he walked over, everyone was stunned, "What happened?"

It's a long story, Lu Fenghe put his hands on his eyes, feeling that he was noisy, "I'm living a good life, don't get excited."

"Then you." Chen Chaoyang looked at his wrist, his eyes almost popping out.

Then you, why do you look like a suicide attempt?

Although Lu Fenghe is usually quite depressed, he has an expression of "living is boring" all day long.

But when such a thing happened, Chen Chaoyang was the first to object, and he would rush to the front line to enlighten him no matter what.

Lu Fenghe woke up, afraid that he would be thinking about it, so he had to support himself and sit up slowly.

"I don't know what was scratched." Lu Fenghe raised his wrist, and pointed at him lazily, "The injury is here, it's very shallow, and I can't die."

Seeing that he didn't have any other reactions, Chen Chaoyang barely believed it, "You scared me to death."

Lu Fenghe nodded his chin towards the door, "Is there anyone outside?"

"Your parents are here." Chen Zhaoyang felt that his brain must be short-circuited, "Otherwise, how would I get in."

Said that Cao Cao had arrived, Lu Yuanjiang knocked on the door, and rarely called his name correctly, "Feng He."

When Chen Chaoyang first came in, he found the atmosphere was a bit weird. Lu Fenghe's parents looked more miserable than Lu Fenghe, as if they hadn't slept all night.

At this moment, Lu Yuanjiang knocked on the door, and Chen Zhaoyang looked at Lu Fenghe inquiringly.

On or off, he can cooperate with the screen.

Lu Fenghe said softly, "Come in, Dad."

Chen Chaoyang made an "OK" gesture, knowing that their father and son had something to say, he quickly backed out.

Lu Yuanjiang came in with a hospital bag and said he would give him medicine.

After such a dispute yesterday, this was already Lu Yuanjiang's performance of bowing his head to him.

Lu Fenghe didn't say anything, and unbuttoned his clothes slowly, letting the clothes fall to half his waist.

Lu Yuanjiang looked at the patch on his shoulder, and the hand holding the medicine paused for a moment, "Does it hurt?"

He said bluntly, "It doesn't hurt."

Lu Yuanjiang didn't say a word, and didn't touch the bottle of medicine. After a while, his voice was a little tight when he spoke again, "Will you still vomit after taking medicine now?"

"Yeah." That's what he said yesterday.

Lu Fenghe didn't turn his head, when he heard Lu Yuanjiang's trembling breathing.

Now can't look back, Lu Yuanjiang is a very proud person, he has always had a big face, and he doesn't want people to see his red eyes.

Lu Yuanjiang wiped the wet corners of his eyes, lowered his figure, and said seriously and solemnly, "I'm sorry."

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