The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Xiao Jingchuan's voice was still calm.

The running sound that came from the phone seemed to be wrapped in a strong wind, and seemed to be separated in a different time and space.

It's nerve-wracking and inexplicably creepy.

"Master! You..."

The housekeeper Lao Zhang suddenly thought of something, his heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice: "Master, do you need to inform Dr. Chu to come?"

"No need." Xiao Jingchuan declined in a deep voice.

"beep--"

The phone was hung up.

I don't know when the autumn wind became fierce, blowing across Xiao Jingchuan's cold and solemn face.

The sharp eyes with an undercurrent of madness and the tight and sharp jawline were sharpened and sharpened. For a moment, it was impossible to tell who had invaded whom.

Layers of surging and rolling dark clouds rolled in from the low altitude behind him, bringing with them stronger winds and flying leaves at the foot of Xiaojing River.

It seems that I want to lift him up with my body and help him fly into the clouds.

Xiao Jingchuan ran faster and faster, and the red dots on the screen that were getting closer and closer kept flashing, just like his heartbeat that was beating wildly and out of control while remaining calm.

"Bit! Brick! Brick!——"

The warning sound sounded ten meters away, and the red dot flashed faster.

Xiao Jingchuan tiptoed, stepped on his heel, and stopped the inertia of his sprint. He quickly turned around and looked around with sharp eyes.

A short house, a big barrel with a hole in it, a high wall of straw, a cylindrical barn, a crooked-necked tree...

Sudden!His dark gaze suddenly froze.

Turning around for a moment, he stared at the old steeple barn five meters away. There was a black ring-shaped object lying in the corner.

"Jiaojiao?"

Xiao Jingchuan asked softly as if he was talking to himself, as if he was scared and ran away, his voice becoming hoarse and hoarse as he was running in the wind.

He quickly ran over and picked up the broken bracelet on the ground. He turned his hand and saw a number printed on the front of the bracelet.

"19"

Xiao Jingchuan's pupils tightened, and a chill suddenly ran up his spine, as if it was going to freeze his heart to pieces.

Fear spread throughout his body like tarsal poison. He raised his head suddenly and shouted, unable to restrain himself any longer:

"Tangjiao!"

The strong wind whipped up fallen leaves and slapped them against the old brick wall.

In the darkness separated by a wall.

When an unusually clear voice calling his name entered the auditorium, Tang Jiao thought he was hallucinating when he was about to die.

She leaned her head against the wall and moved her fingers feebly.

The increased amount of sedatives could barely keep her heart rate stable, but the excessive amount of diazepam made her sleepy like a sinking whirlpool. Even so, it could not curb the fear in her heart, as well as the continuous dull physiological pain caused by the sequelae.

First, he crashed into a car, was injured repeatedly, and was pushed to the ground by force while unable to see. The fatigue from walking nearly 20 kilometers doubled.

There was no part of this delicate girl's body that was not free from pain.

After Tang Jiao tried to call for help several times to no avail, a familiar pain completely took away the last half of her strength to struggle.

There was a stabbing pain deep in the bone seam on the left side of her head, and there were bursts of dull pain in her temples, one after another, playing a concert in her small head.

Or maybe they are already rehearsing her memorial service.

Tang Jiao laughed weakly and was amused by his extraordinary sense of humor at the moment.

Last time, Qin Li was with me and there was a window within reach.

And now...

In a dark corner ahead, there was another slight rustling sound.

She bent her legs and tightened the backpack in her arms, the medicine bottle in her palm clattering with her movement.

Tang Jiao blinked slowly in the darkness and raised his hand trembling slightly.

Do you want to take another one...

The doctor didn't seem to mention the consequences of overdosing. If she didn't eat, how long could she last?

Look, she's starting to have auditory hallucinations.

It's so sad that she hasn't even had time to tell Xiao Jingchuan how she feels.

Tang Ziao licked his dry lips and slowly unscrewed the bottle cap again.

"Tangjiao!"

Boom - the medicine bottle in his hand fell from his hand, and the pills were scattered on the ground.

Heard it again.

"Tang Jiao! Are you here!"

She heard it again!

Clearly!So close!Familiar voice!

It’s Xiao Jingchuan!

It’s really Xiao Jingchuan!

Tang Jiao didn't care whether all the medicine bottles were scattered. He quickly turned around and patted the wall with 12 strength.

However, the voice was still hoarse and subtle.

She got up on her knees, touched the edge of the wooden door, and shouted for help in a hoarse voice while patting the door.

"I am here!"

"Xiao Jingchuan! I'm here!"

The next second, Xiao Jingchuan's voice came from outside the door.

"Jiaojiao?"

"It's me! Xiao Jingchuan! It's me!"

Tang Jiao pressed his whole body against the door, almost crying with joy.

"Jiao Jiao, are you okay?" Xiao Jingchuan squatted down outside the door, approached the door, and tried to slow down his voice to confirm Tang Jiao's condition, "Are you injured?"

"I, woo woo, I woo, brother Jingchuan, woo..."

Tang Jiao didn't know what was wrong with him, but when he heard Xiao Jingchuan's gentle voice, he couldn't help but cry against the door panel when he opened his mouth. He was even more embarrassed than when his mother didn't cry on time after school in kindergarten.

"Shhh - don't get excited, Jiaojiao, don't get excited, it's okay, I'm right here."

Xiao Jingchuan listened to the whimpering sound like a small animal inside, his heart was painfully pinched, and his eyes were red.

He reached out and touched the rough wooden door, and his voice became gentler.

"Jiaojiao, be good and listen to me first. Can you stand up now?"

"Yes, I can, I can stand up." Tang Jiao replied in a low voice, sniffling and sniffling.

"Okay, stand up first, hide to the side, and stay away from the door."

Inside the door, Tang Jiao dug his fingers into the crack of the door and did not move.

"Don't be afraid, brother will take you out right away, okay?"

Sensing Tang Jiao's silent resistance, Xiao Jingchuan raised half of his hand, patted the door panel gently, and coaxed in a low voice.

"Jiaojiao, be obedient and stay away for just 10 seconds before I kick the door open."

There was a rustling sound of heavy objects being dragged through the door, and it stopped within two seconds.

"Farther."

There was another rustling, and this time Tang Jiao spoke.

"All right."

His voice was thickly nasal, but at least he stopped crying.

"Okay, the noise will be a bit loud, don't be afraid."

Xiao Jingchuan stood up, opened his palms with clear joints and veins, and pushed the wooden door tentatively.

The door panel is thick and only slightly loose. When the wooden bolt is opened, a brand new chain hangs on it.

He stared at the lock and took a step back.

There was a strong dark red in his eyes, his face was horribly dark, and there was a thick and permeating coldness all over his body.

Turning sideways, slightly bending his left leg, clenching his five fingers into a fist, he quickly squatted slightly and then stood up. Xiao Jingchuan twisted his strong waist and raised his strong left leg, and kicked fiercely ten centimeters to the left of the door lock.

"boom!"

The chain broke at the sound, the upper edge of the wooden door broke, and there was another crisp sound of cracking wood.

The thick wooden door fell to the ground, hitting the rice bags with a muffled sound, stirring up a cloud of foggy white dust.

On the way to the exit, a broad, dim light shone in, barely illuminating the half-sized Heissoul's barn.

Tang Jiao was squatting 2 meters away, holding a huge backpack in his hands and leaning against one at his feet. He stared blankly at the slender figure at the door whose face could not be seen clearly with the light behind him.

Tang Jiao looked very embarrassed.

The hat was crooked, the originally clean and fair face was dusty with a few white marks from tears, and the washed eyes were as red as rabbit eyes.

The tip of his nose was also red, and there were a few red scratches on his cheeks, and the blood spots on them had dried.

The large camouflage uniform was held askew by a belt, and his whole body was covered with broken straw and unhusked rice. It looked like he had rolled in a pile of grain, and his hands were also dusty.

After only being separated for an hour, how could his girl look so miserable?

Tang Jiao looked over with slightly swollen eyelids, his bright black pupils were wet, and the corners of his red eyes were filled with water.

Like an innocent lost and bullied kitten.

Xiao Jingchuan felt like his heart had been cut open and soaked in sour soup, wrinkled and stinging.

He stepped into the junction of black and white light and shadow formed by the door frame, took a step closer, raised his hand towards Tang Jiao, and said with all his tenderness:

"I'm here, Tang Jiaojiao."

Tears instantly fell from those cat-like black eyes.

Xiao Jingchuan opened his hands and walked quickly to Tang Jiao. He touched his head with his big hands and hugged him tightly.

Soothing kisses continued to fall on the girl's head and forehead.