Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 22 She Misses Lu Jingyan
People always think that the children of murderers can also kill; the children of mental patients must also be mentally ill.

But this is worldly prejudice.

If she said that she's not the mistress, she doesn't like Zhang Size, and she didn't get involved in his feelings, everything is just his self-directed and self-acted.

So... will anyone believe it?
The answer is, no.

On the contrary, they will refute with righteous words——

All mistresses say they are not mistresses, murderers all say they are not murderers, abusers all say they like small animals, and traitors all say they are patriotic.

The Great Wall built under the inherent prejudice, people can not break this secular, let alone destroy it.

The people on the outside are eager to get in, but the people on the inside are eager to get out.

Repeatedly, the contradictions are fixed, and the hearts of the people have long been numb.

However, she was unwilling to die under such prejudice, but felt powerless.

"jingle--"

The morning reading class is over, and now it is 10 minutes after class.

In the bathroom, someone will come later.

Song Xiaolin covered the wound on his forehead with a strand of broken hair, and walked out of the bathroom.

She doesn't like excitement, and she doesn't like the excitement centered on her.

However, it seemed that it was too late. Some people had already left the classroom one after another, laughing and playing outside the classroom corridor.

She lowered her head and walked through the crowd. Even though she didn't look, she still felt the gazes pouring in from all directions, like a light on her back, and her ears were filled with continuous ironic laughter.

"Look, that's Song Xiaolin from Class Two and Three."

"Hey, why does she still have the face to come to school?"

"If I were her, I wouldn't even want to live."

"Don't tell me, if you don't have a thick skin, how can you climb up to the Lu family."

"Oh yes."

"..."

Can't hear, she can't hear anything.

Song Xiaolin comforted himself like this in his heart, but he still unconsciously quickened his pace.

Not far away, the blue sky was embedded with white clouds, and rows of green trees swayed with the wind. When she passed the second classroom, she suddenly heard a few screams of excitement. The pungent smell dissipated instantly.

Smells like paint.

She touched her back, her hand was stained with blue paint.

She raised her head in panic. By the window of Class [-] classroom, several boys immediately retracted their heads. One of them was holding a paint bucket in his hand. He scratched his head and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "I'm sorry. , hand slipping, hand slipping."

The surroundings were full of laughter, those who watched the play, watched how she made a fool of herself, gloated at her misfortune, and ridiculed wantonly...but there was no sympathy.

The expression on Song Xiaolin's face was as if nothing had happened.

Everyone was shocked at how she could walk back to the classroom so calmly and calmly amidst the laughter.

But only she knows that every step is extraordinarily heavy, like a thousand catties of lead under her feet, and... the corners of the clothes clenched by her hands are so wrinkled that she can feel her nails sinking into the flesh through the fabric the pain.

When she walked into the classroom, the original laughter gradually turned into twos and threes, with a few sarcasm in the middle, but all this, for her who has experienced many battles, has long been painless. It's just that the clothes have been splashed with paint water, and it always feels uncomfortable to wear.

Xu Jiayi looked left and right, suddenly lowered her head, not knowing what was written on the paper, and then handed the paper to her—Xiao Lin, I'm really sorry.

Song Xiaolin smiled, and replied with three words on the paper: It's okay.

She knew Xu Jiayi's embarrassment.

Xu Jiayi took out the coat from the desk, and wrote a few more words on the paper: You put on this coat first, and I will go back to the dormitory to get you a new school uniform after class is over.

She took the coat, thought about it, and replied a few words, "No, I'll just put on the coat, and you don't have to go back to the dormitory to get it."

Xu Jiayi nodded.

Duan Yicheng, who was still sleeping on the table, suddenly raised his head, and the coat covering his head slipped off. He happened to see the fleeting but dazzling blue behind Song Xiaolin.

She is very thin, with small shoulders, and the school uniform jacket doesn't seem to fit well, so she looks a bit silly when she wears it, but she always tries hard and is very stubborn, like an eagle spreading its wings, in order to protect herself .

His eyes were gloomy, and there was a glow of interest secretly in his thick black pupils.

"Hey, why are you wearing a coat on a hot day?" Only his voice with a slight smile lingered in his ears.

Song Xiaolin ignored her, so he poked her shoulder with the tip of a pen, "Be careful of heatstroke."

She turned around and slammed his coat on his head: "You take care of yourself first."

"you……"

"Jingle Bell--"

Duan Yicheng's voice was drowned in the class bell.

*
The last class in the afternoon was used by the school as a fire drill.

After leaving the bathroom, Song Xiaolin found that the people in her class had already gone down to line up, and she followed closely behind.

But the stairwell is full of people, and there are several classes waiting to go down and line up.

"Excuse me, let me borrow it."

She sideways carefully avoided the crowd, but when she was going down the next step, a force from her back pushed her down heavily. She lost her center of gravity for a moment and rolled down directly.

Although the stairs were not high, Song Xiaolin's forehead bumped against the wall, and bright red blood was bubbling. Her eyes were dimmed from the pain, and her face was pale. When she lightly touched it with her hand, the blood stained it warmly. in hand.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd——

"Someone fell down the stairs!!!"

"Quick, help me to the infirmary."

"..."

She faintly felt that someone was picking her up, and slowly moved away from the noisy crowd, as if she had walked into a quiet time.

But she was thinking,
I'm so unlucky today, this is the second time my forehead has been injured.

~

There were still traces of blood stains on the walls of the stairwell, which looked particularly glaring.

"It won't kill anyone, will it?"

"Didn't it just hit the wall and bleed a little, I can't die."

"You pushed Song Xiaolin?"

"...Shh."

*
In the infirmary, there was a faint smell of disinfectant.

"Thirsty?" asked the school doctor.

Song Xiaolin shook his head: "I'm not thirsty."

"The wound is nothing serious, it will be fine after a rest, you lie down first, I'll go out for a while."

"it is good."

At this moment, her head was no longer dizzy, her eyes could see clearly, and her thoughts gradually came to the fore.

The push just now was clearly intentional.

Someone pushed her downstairs on purpose.

However, she has already become so angry...to the point where she is going to be put to death?
She didn't understand, what crime did she commit?
The branches outside the window kept swaying, and the knowledge of fire escape was popularized on the radio in the distance.

Suddenly, Song Xiaolin couldn't help feeling sour in his heart.

She felt wronged.

She missed Lu Jingyan.

She really wanted to tell him that she was not happy, not at all.

(End of this chapter)