Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Just around 1: 00 p.m., Qin Shiting finally arrived.

At that time, she was lying on the desk reading a song, staring at her cell phone, and hearing footsteps walking beside herself, she raised her subconscious head and saw Qin Shiting, and sat up directly.

“Qin Shiting!” She whispered to him.

“Hmm.” Qin Shiting responded.

“Why didn't you come this morning?” I looked at him from the top to the bottom of the song and was afraid of what was happening to him. Otherwise, how could he not have appeared in the morning without making a sound? "I called you and you didn't answer. ”

Qin Shiting sat down: “The phone is not on me. ”

The song was going to say something, but she opened her mouth and didn't say anything. She looked at him for half a day and finally looked at him on his left hand.

He had a bandage wrapped around his left hand, a white bandage with a pungent color and some unwashed blood on his fingers.

She instantly stabbed her head so hard that it hurt that she could barely speak.

“What happened to your hand?” She stared at him raw for half a day before finding her voice and asking.

Qin Shiting didn't answer. At this time, the class bell rang, and he never spoke again.

When I read the song and looked at his hand, I couldn't figure out how he was okay in the library last night, how he got hurt this morning, watched this bandage wrapped around him, even when his left hand could barely move, I knew the wound must be light.

What happened to him this morning or last night?

Not a single text or phone call, not a single word now.

How can you be so relieved?

When she heard the teacher come in, she retracted her gaze, but her heart was upset. Her heart ached and even brought a little anger, which led her not to want to ask a word now. She didn't want to know why. She lay down directly on the table and stopped visiting him.

Qin Shiting heard her pull out the pen a little loud, looked at her, but he could only see her combing the back of the ponytail's head, he retracted his gaze, and after a while, he looked at her again.

She didn't dare to go to see Qin Shiting's left hand all afternoon. She didn't even want to go to the bathroom with Zhao Xiaoqing at the end of class to say a word to him. She had to go out with Zhao Xiaoqing only when Qin Shiting got up. When she came back, he looked at her. She didn't say a word. She sat in when he got up and still didn't want to talk to him.

But when he got up, she could see up close on his left hand, look inside the bandage, in the palm of the hand, there seemed to be some hidden blood penetrating out, her heart was like a needle, each needle sticking out of the hole stabbed her sharply, painful.

Before school, he read the song and copied his teacher's homework, ripped it off and put it on Qin Shiting's desk, but still didn't talk to him.

Qin Shiting read a song to help him remember his homework. He didn't say to let her help him, but even if he hurt his left hand, he wanted to hold the note and the roll. Writing so many words was harder than normal hands together. She wrote a copy for him without saying a word. She threw it at him without saying a word, obviously still cared, but the anger with it was still too obvious.

Qin Shiting didn't say anything, but thankfully stacked his homework in a book.

One of his hands can't work, and whatever he does, he can only use his right hand, which is actually very inconvenient.

When I read the song, I frowned and stretched out my hand to help him put the book in the bag and zipped his bag.

Neither of them spoke. It is not too early but not too late for school today. They can leave school at 8: 00. The two of them walk on the road ahead as usual. In fact, there is very little talk between them during the usual 20 minutes of school, but today the atmosphere is even more silent.

Because the song never speaks, not a word.

However, Qin Shiting can feel her gaze. In a dull atmosphere, sometimes reading songs sideways to look at Qin Shiting's face, trying to control not to look at his hands, or his heart will really hurt.

Qin Shiting turned his eyes and looked at her every time he felt her gaze. His expression was calm and his eyes were calm when he watched the song.

I can't figure out what's going on between him and his mother when he's so gentle and brilliant. How did he end up with a hand wound like this overnight?

Halfway along the road, singing long ago forgot the reason yesterday when she came home from the library, and still didn't want to say anything on the way home. After all, she waited for him all morning, didn't talk in the afternoon, and won't see anyone again after coming home.

She muffled and asked, "What's wrong with your hand? ”

Qin Shiting looked at her again and replied: “Cut by broken glass, skin trauma, nothing. ”

Is everything okay?

If it's not serious, he just needs to pack it in the morning and not come to school all morning?

Her hands were pinched on her school clothes and she continued to squeeze her voice and ask, "How did it hurt? Did you hurt yourself? Or... what happened? ”

Qin Shiting shrugged for a while, then just laughed and didn't answer.

I didn't hear his answer for a while, knowing he didn't want to say it.

“I'm going home another way in a little while. It's early for school. Where do you live? Do you have bandages or gauze or something? The gauze on your hand has been infiltrated with blood. You should re-wrap it. I'll go to your place to wrap it up for you. ”

Qin Shiting stopped, wondering what he had in mind. He looked at the road leading to her home in front of him and asked: "Will you wear it? ”

“Yeah, you forgot I'm studying medicine? I've been around my grandfather since I was a kid, and this kind of trauma wrapped me up when I was twelve or three years old, more professional than a lot of outpatient nurse bags.” Speaking of which, I thought there was something I could do for him.

Qin Shiting nodded his head.

When he reads a song, he waits to follow him.

However, when she walked to the front of the road, Qin Shiting did not continue to walk forward, but walked towards the road leading to Villa Shimizu. She looked at him surprised and followed him: “You...”

“Go to your place.” He said.

When was the singing surprise, he was going to her place?

It is true that there is a medicine box in her home, there is no shortage of bandages or anything in it, there is no shortage of all kinds of medicines in her home from childhood to age, after all, there is an old medical bone in the house, these are a fixed habit in life.

But I didn't expect him to choose to go to her.

Uncle Tai is not here tonight, and Aunt Xiang hasn't come home yet. That is, in the middle of the night, Qin Shiting is going to her house...