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Chapter 18 Lukewarm
When Song Zihe arrived at Wen's house, Wen's mother said that Wen Xin'ai hadn't come back yet.

"I don't answer the phone. I call her teacher, but the teacher is also squeaky, saying that there is no class for him in the afternoon, and he didn't pay attention." Mother Wen was a little anxious, complaining about the teacher's irresponsibility, but she didn't know, Wen Xin'ai is like an invisible person in class, even if she doesn't come to class for a few days, no one will notice.

Song Zihe thought of what happened at noon, and felt a little uneasy. He waited at Wen's house for a while, and when Wen's father came home, he heard that Wen Xin'ai hadn't come home yet, and his cell phone couldn't be connected, so he went downstairs again, preparing to go to school have a look.

Song Zihe felt that there was no way to wait any longer, so he rode his bicycle to look around, and he also left Wen's house.

The temperature is cooling down tonight, and the weather is extremely cold. Except for a middle-aged man running, there is almost no one in the neighborhood. What kind of friends do you have.

He searched around the community, feeling panicked from the cold, he stopped and looked at the concrete road with lights on but no one there, a stray cat ran across the road and entered the greenery next to him in a flash, he thought of today Wen Xinai said on the podium: "...I really like Song Zihe, I have always liked it, but he doesn't like me, never, because I have poor grades, I am annoying, and I have ugly birthmarks..."

What does liking a person have to do with grades and birthmarks?
He cared about this sentence for no reason. As soon as he cared about it, he cared about it for the whole afternoon. He almost didn't listen to the class well. He looked up, and the sky above his head was full of stars. How does your heart beat so fast when you say that?Could it be that he has also become weird.

He lowered his head, ready to search on the road outside, and if he couldn't find it, he would go back to Wen's house to see if there was any news from Wen's father. He was about to pedal his bicycle, when he raised his head, he saw a small figure at the end of the cement road. , is stumbling towards this side.

His heart was beating inexplicably like it was at noon, it was Wen Xinai.

Wen Xin'ai came back on foot, and walked six stops from Huanchang, which took more than two hours.

She was already a little numb, because she didn't feel cold after walking all the time, so when she saw Song Zihe, she forgot to react and just stared at him blankly.

The wound on the corner of her mouth and messy hair were vaguely illuminated by the street lamp, Song Zihe felt nervous, put down the car, walked up a few steps, and asked, "What's the matter with you?" Could it be that you met someone bad on the road so late?
Wen Xinai blinked her eyes, and seemed to come back to her senses: "That's right, I forgot to make up a missed lesson today."

"Why did you get hurt, where is your schoolbag? Why didn't you answer your mother's phone call? Did you meet someone bad?" Song Zihe didn't have time to pay attention to making up lessons, so he took another step closer and asked several questions one after another. Questions, but he didn't pay attention, he kept asking like this, revealing that he was actually worried about her.

Wen Xin'ai couldn't understand this, but she just touched her head and said slowly: "I just found a quiet place to think about the problem, so I came back late, and I didn't meet any bad people."

"So what about the injury?"

"Accidentally fell."

She was talking panic, she must have been bullied by her classmates again, Song Zihe sighed, feeling helpless to the girl in front of him, sometimes he could ignore her, he could yell at her, but most of the time he didn't know what she was thinking What.

"Let's go, your parents are looking for you in a hurry, I'll take you home." He patted the back seat of his car, which was still some distance away from Wen's house.

Wen Xinai walked up slowly, Song Zihe steadied the bicycle and let her sit on it, but smelled the faint smell of alcohol on her body, he frowned, a little bit in disbelief, and said: "Have you been drinking?"

Wen Xin'ai froze for a moment, and just stood there.

Seeing that she was silent, Song Zihe didn't ask further: "Come up." He said.

Something must have happened, even if she didn't know that girl well, he wouldn't think she would drink.

Two people, one car, slowly moved forward on the deserted concrete road, the night wind was very cold, and it hurt his face, Song Zihe wanted to take off his gloves to Wen Xinai, but felt A mass of warmth leaned forward, leaning against his back, he froze, but he heard Wen Xinai's voice behind him.

"I'm not a vixen, really."

He couldn't help turning his head, and saw her hand clutching his clothes, so he looked at that hand and said, "Yes, you are not."

There was a long silence behind him, and when he turned a corner, Song Zihe heard Wen Xin'ai's low sobs, blown into pieces by the night wind and drifting into his ears.

"Song Zihe, I really want to escape from here." Behind him, Wen Xinai suddenly hugged Song Zihe's waist and buried her face in his back.

The bicycle tilted to the side in an instant and then stabilized. It was strange that Song Zihe didn't want to pull Wen Xin'ai's hand away, but just let her hold her like this, and then rode farther and farther with Wen Xin'ai.

(End of this chapter)