Holding You Into My Arms

On Thursday morning, the sun had just risen, and the brilliant morning light shone on Lin Jiayin.

Sit on the back seat of the bicycle as usual, holding Shen Zhan's waist and forehead against his back.

The whistling sound in my ears.

"Hurry up, you will be late." Lin Jiayin poked his head out of his waist.

"Blam me?" Shen Zhan asked.

Lin Jiayin sighed lightly, "Blame me."

"What happens when I'm late?" Shen Zhan asked.

"It's not that much," Lin Jiayin tightened his hand around his waist, "then sent off."

Shen Zhan asked her, "Will you still be in bed tomorrow?"

"It's not bad..." Lin Jiayin whispered.

Shen Zhan smiled and accelerated the pedaling frequency under his feet.

Fortunately, there were three minutes before class, and Shen Zhan smoothly sent her to the door of the dance room.

"I will come to the laboratory to see you after class." Lin Jiayin said.

Shen Zhan handed her the bag slung over her shoulder: "If you want something delicious, go straight after class, send me a WeChat message, and I will come to you."

"Good." Lin Jiayin took the bag and ran to the dance room.

Shen Zhan couldn't help but smiled as she watched her running wildly clutching Bao Bao.

The morning is all skill classes.

During the break, Wang Yizhen called her to the office.

"The index is down," Wang Yizhen pointed at the file on the table, "You are in the primary election in the courtyard, and the other two are in ballet class."

Lin Jiayin blinked.

"Don't want to go?" Wang Yizhen raised her eyebrows.

Lin Jiayin shook her head, "No."

"If you want to go, prepare well, and take the assessment next week at the latest." Wang Yizhen said.

Lin Jiayin nodded, and when she walked out of the office, she thought of talking to Shen Zhan for lunch.

Three months, not long, right?

Not long, Lin Jiayin comforted herself.

But it was still long, she broke her hands and counted, and it will take 90 days to not see Shen Zhan.

But we can be together again in three months.

Compared to last semester's troubles, Lin Jiayin has more confidence in this relationship.

She took the necklace out of the collar, rubbed the S&L engraved on the back of the little sun pendant with her thumb, curled her lips and smiled.

Lin Jiayin loves to dance, and every time she goes to class, she feels that time is passing by.

But today is very long. She kept staring at the clock hanging on the wall and was criticized by her teacher by name.

Finally to the end of get out of class, Lin Jiayin rushed to the locker room to change clothes first, and ran out of school after the change.

Sending WeChat while running, the second Xiaochao shop outside Xiyimen is waiting for you, what do you want to eat?

When Lin Jiayin ran to the west gate with a distance of more than ten meters, he stopped. There were crowds in front of him.

The two girls walking in front of her also stopped.

"What the hell? What are you doing up front?"

"There is something wrong with blocking the door, right? It just happened to be out of class for dinner."

"Let me see... someone is dead?"

"what?"

"Isn't that a wreath."

"Wreath??? Go and have a look."

...

She stood on tiptoe and looked around, only to see a black human head, and heard a group of people arguing loudly.

Lin Jiayin is not a person who likes to join in the fun, but somehow followed the crowd.

The entrance to the West Gate was blocked by a dozen people, not because it was blocked by students who were attracted to stop and watch the excitement.

There are three floors inside and three floors outside, and the surrounding water does not leak.

The students took out their phones to take pictures, and they turned their heads to discuss with their peers while taking pictures.

No one seems to have seen such a battle that only appears at the entrance of the hospital.

Wreaths, spirit cards, and even the coffin were brought up, and a dozen people sitting on the ground could not be driven away by security guards, like ground ruffians.

The scene was chaotic.

"I'm telling you! You are school trouble! School trouble! It's illegal!" Uncle Security seemed to be extremely angry, his face turned red in sauce.

The security guard behind him was using the walkie-talkie to notify the security team leader, and the security guard standing next to him was calling the leader.

Several security guards who came for inquiries squeezed in from the onlookers. Seeing this scene, they all stunned at the same time.

This is Huaqing University, the number one university in China.

How bad is the impact.

"I called the police!" Uncle security shouted at them.

"You report it! You report it!" The woman sitting on the ground cried and patted her hand to the ground, "I didn't think about being afraid of you when I sit here today. It doesn't matter if I live or not! I want to be fair to my son. !"

"The eldest sister has something to say. It's not good for anyone to make trouble like this." Another security guard tried to help her, but Li Xiuqiong slapped her away. "Say it? This society is good to talk about it!"

Several security guards did not agree and took compulsory measures.

The people sitting on the ground stood up and competed with the security guard for the wreath.

Quarrels, cries, discussions.

The scene fell into chaos like the sky and the earth.

Lin Jiayin didn't squeeze in, she frowned and was too noisy to hear what she was shouting.

After thinking about it, send a WeChat to Shen Zhan.

-Xiyimen can't get out now

-Go to the front entrance to eat

-I'm coming to you!

After sending WeChat, Lin Jiayin turned and walked back.

Suddenly, there was a harsh electric current.

Lin Jiayin looked back subconsciously.

"My name is Lee-Xiu-Joan -"

"The dead Zhao—ye— is my son! My son—"

With a bang, the phone slipped from his hand and hit the ground.

There was a buzzing in the ears, and the woman's shouting voice was infinitely amplified and amplified, and a hole leaking in the heart was cut.

"Classmate, your phone dropped." Someone reminded.

Lin Jiayin felt she was in a daze, everything she saw was vague, and the surrounding voices were also chaotic.

The crackling scream from the horn that roared from the throat continued with the current.

"A man named Shen Zhan in your school killed my son!"

"My son is dead, and where is he? He is at Huaqing University! Huaqing University! He will continue to study at a prestigious school without any shit!"

"His father, the boss of the technology group, has money and power. People like us can't fight it at all. I really can't help it.

"Quick! Grab the speaker!" The security rushed over.

Li Xiuqiong yelled at the trumpet without letting go, "It's Shen Zhan from your school, he killed--"

The horn hit the ground, rolled several times, and rolled towards the road.

It was run over by a speeding car, and it was broken.

...

"Classmate? Your phone dropped." The man shouted again.

Lin Jiayin returned to look at him.

The man smiled shyly at her, and when he thought she would thank her or bend over to pick up the phone, the person in front flew out like an arrow.

"Thank you, give in, give in." Lin Jiayin squeezed in as she wiped her tears.

Shen Zhan did not die.

Her Shen Zhan would never die.

Everything is just an accident.

It's just an accident.

It was Zhao Ye's own fault, not Shen Zhan's.

Why are they doing this?

Why do you treat Shen Zhan like this?

Lin Jiayin didn't know, her brain was empty, her feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, she was soft and weak, and ran forward regardless. .

Untrue.

It seems to be a false world.

"Shen Zhan? Is that Shen Zhan from the Electronics Academy?"

"It should be, he is the only one in our school called Shen Zhan."

"Really or not, killing people?"

"Who knows, looking at this situation, it seems to be true."

"No wonder he looks coldly at ordinary times."

"..."

Lin Jiayin stood in the middle, spinning around slowly for a week.

Their eyes are watching and their mouths are moving.

The two words Shen Zhan popped out constantly.

They are sighing with emotion.

It's terrible.

It turned out to be this kind of person.

Why can't kill someone go to jail?

Is it true or false?

The **** smell from biting my lips spread out in my mouth.

"It's not like this! It's not like this!" Lin Jiayin squeezed her fists and shouted at them with red eyes, "It's not like this at all!"

"Classmate, please don't mess with it!" The security guard came over to hold her.

Lin Jiayin shook off the security guard's hand, "Shen Zhan did not kill Zhao Ye, it was just an accident! An accident!"

"Who is this?"

"do not know."

"It seems to be Shen Zhan's girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? She seems to know this."

"I heard that her mind is not very good."

"I've also heard that it's her who is on the head, right?"

"Yeah hahahaha laughed at me."

"It's really a **** thing for me to be fake. I'm leaving and going to eat."

"Trust me, this matter will soon be suppressed, Shen Zhan's family is very rich."

"Eh, today's society."

"Eh what, go, go to dinner, there will be classes in the afternoon."

Standing among the crowd of onlookers, the dazzling sunlight surrounded her, as if separated from them by a wall.

They seemed to be unable to hear what she said, they were still talking about Shen Zhan.

Lin Jiayin's clenched fist loosened, her fingers became cold and a little stiff. In fact, not only her arms, but her whole body was chilling and shaking.

There is only Shen Zhan in his mind, there are many pictures, all of him smoking a cigarette and feeling sad.

Lin Jiayin didn't know what to do, she stood helplessly, her throat astringent.

The security guards came to pull people forcibly. For the first time in her life, Lin Jiayin knocked someone's hands so vigorously.

"You student, don't you think it is messy enough?" the security guard roared.

Lin Jiayin didn't speak, she didn't know what she was going to say, she fell into a panic and fearful mood.

Fear that Shen Zhan would see this scene, what would he think? How sad will it be?

Facing the black crowd, Lin Jiayin stuck there in a daze, until a person peeled away the crowd and walked over.

"Little Sun," she heard Shen Zhan's voice, "Little Sun, don't be afraid, I am here."

Lin Jiayin burst into tears.

Shen Zhan walked over, put her head on her chest, patted her back gently to comfort her, "It's okay, I'm okay."

While comforting Lin Jiayin, Shen Zhan actually didn't know what kind of mood he was at this moment. The brain that had always been running at high speed suddenly stopped, chaos like a ball of wool, unable to untie it, and not in the mood to think.

Gently patted Lin Jiayin's back, showing everything around him like air.

Li Xiuqiong kept insulting him, trying to come and beat him, but was stopped by the security guard, and other people also argued with the security guard and pushed him.

The shackles on his shoulders became as heavy as a mountain at this moment, and Shen Zhan couldn't breathe, and took a deep breath.

Zhao Ye's affairs are like a knot that can never be solved.

But he didn't want to think about it now, only the idea of ​​how to comfort Little Sun was left.

Shen Zhan took Lin Jiayin's hand and walked out, calmly saying to the onlookers: "Trouble you."

"You **** don't want to leave today!" The man claiming to be Uncle Zhao Ye came over, did not hold Shen Zhan, but took Lin Jiayin's arm.

The originally calm mood was disrupted by this action again.

The grievances that were suppressed deep in my heart, and the unhappy anger accumulated over the past two years, all spewed out at this moment.

Shen Zhan didn't want to do it, doing it would only make this matter worse.

But he couldn't help it anymore and hit the man's face with a punch.

With a punch without warning, the man almost lost his footing. After a painful cry, he touched his nose, and walked over when he saw the blood on his hand, "Fuck--!"

"Hold it—pull it—! Hurry up—!" The security guard apparently didn't encounter such a tricky situation, and hurriedly hugged people.

The man was crushed to the ground by the security guard.

Shen Zhan glanced at him, turned around and led Lin Jiayin to walk forward again.

The voice can no longer be described as cold, "Ran, let."

The quarrel and noise were all left behind.

Shen Zhan dragged her along the street and walked forward. There were fewer and fewer people, and Lin Jiayin was still choking.

"Little Sun." Shen Zhan stopped when he was almost at the bus stop.

"Yeah." Lin Jiayin wiped her tears, her shoulders trembled lightly, and she lowered her head to stare at the grass that emerged from the cracks in the stone bricks under her feet.

"Stop crying." Shen Zhan said.

This sentence was like pressing the switch key, and Lin Jiayin changed from a forbearing sob to sobbing.

"I'm not crying anymore." Shen Zhan pressed her shoulder and turned her to face him.

Lin Jiayin took a sharp breath, and at the same time shrugged her shoulders, "Good, good."

"Are you hungry?" Shen Zhan asked.

Lin Jiayin shook her head.

"What do you want to eat?" Shen Zhan looked around, looking for a place to eat.

Lin Jiayin didn't speak, she kept staring at the grass under her feet.

"Can you go across?" Shen Zhan looked over.

Lin Jiayin nodded without looking.

"Look up." Shen Zhan twisted his eyebrows.

Lin Jiayin didn't move.

Shen Zhan sighed, put his hand on her chin, and gently lifted it up.

"Shen, Shen Zhan." Lin Jiayin cried.

Shen Zhan looked at her.

Lin Jiayin's tears kept flowing out, and the back of his hand rubbed his eyes vigorously. The more he rubbed, the tears flowed more fiercely.

"Look at me." Shen Zhan said.

Lin Jiayin raised his eyelids, his pupils were wet, there were two tears on his cheeks, and his eyebrows were red from crying, making his heart sore as if being pinched.

"Don't cry about this in the future." Shen Zhan said.

Lin Jiayin bit her lower lip tightly.

"I was quite uncomfortable at first, you cry like this..." He paused, then said, "I can't breathe a bit."