My Sister is Fuji

Originally, I planned to go back directly by taxi, but now I take the bus, and I want to see Zhixi's reaction to the crowd.

The bus was coming soon, and the people in the bus were crowded, and there was a sweltering smell of sweat.

Not to mention empty seats, thank goodness there are vacant seats.

Yang Xi led Zhixi into the car, and the two of them stood next to each other.After several stops in a row, the situation on the car still did not improve.

Yang Xi noticed Zhixi's nervous appearance, she seemed to be wrapped in a big transparent plastic bag.All around you is a locust flapping its wings and staring at you with its disgusting compound eyes.

Although there is no direct contact, you can still feel the vibration of their flapping wings and the touch of staying on your body through the plastic bag.

Zhixi tightened her body, not wishing to have any contact with the people around her.

Yang Xi didn't speak, didn't offer any comfort, just grabbed Zhixi's hand.

Zhixi gradually calmed down, and held Yang Xi's hand tightly.Turning my head, I was about to tell Yang Xi that I was fine, when I saw a salty pig's hand stroking Yang Xi's thigh.

sexual harassment? !

Zhixi was stunned, trying to turn her head nervously.But there were a lot of people, and the car was very narrow, and I couldn't see the owner of that hand even when I turned my head.

Do you want to call?

Zhixi turned her head for help and looked to the side. No one around saw this scene. Even Yang Xi didn't seem to notice the wrong movement of the man behind him, and looked forward as if nothing had happened.

How to do?What should I do?

Zhi hoped for that salty pig's hand, which was getting bolder and bolder, and was about to poke into Yang Xi's thigh.

Did Yang Xi really not notice this hand?

No, it's impossible, she must have found out.

Looking at Yang Xi's seemingly innocent face, is she afraid? She also has something to be afraid of?

No, we can't go on like this.

I must protect her!

Call, call out!

"Yang—"

"I know." Yang Xi smiled, Zhixi's words got stuck in his throat, he was at a loss, why did he let him go on so unscrupulously?

"The bus has arrived."

Yang Xi said lightly, the bus stopped, and she directly pulled Zhixi out of the bus.

When Zhixi got out of the car, she turned her head and saw the owner of the salty pig's hand.He was a wretched middle-aged man with an unshaven beard, and his face was flushed with excitement, as if he was recalling the touch just now.

"Hey, there seems to be something wrong." The middle-aged man murmured strangely, touching his thigh with his right hand, the touch of the black silk didn't seem to be slippery, it didn't seem to be the touch of silk.

What did I just touch?

I don't know if anyone has been shaved by a sharp razor blade?

The blade of the razor is very sharp. If you put your thumb lightly on the blade and then take it away, you may not even notice that your thumb has been scratched.

No pain until the back.

"Ah?" The middle-aged man cried out in surprise, a straight gash appeared on his index finger, bleeding out; before it was over, wounds slowly appeared on the palm of his hand.

One wound is not scary, but two wounds?

What if the palm of one hand is densely distributed and arranged neatly, with wounds in the shape of "one"?

Hundreds of wounds, it looks so spectacular.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The middle-aged man looked at his wrinkled and bleeding hand and screamed in horror.

Zhixi saw this scene.

Zhixi was stunned, what's going on?Too cruel.Started to be afraid of Yang Xi who was walking ahead.

Soon arrived at Yang Xi's villa, entered the gate, and walked through the cobblestone path.

Yang Xi's house is quite big.It's just that there are very few furnishings inside, and it looks very empty, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

"You really want to be popular?" Yang Xi confirmed.

Zhixi lowered her head, then looked firmly at Yang Xi and nodded, "Yeah!"

"You have to know, it's hard to be popular." Yang Xi led Zhixi to the bathroom mirror, "You're not pretty, even if you take off your glasses and change your hairstyle—you can only say that you have good facial features. "

Yang Xi said: "Other people often talk about inner beauty, but in fact, when those people say these words, they don't even believe it; there are only two kinds of so-called inner beauty, one is rich, and the other is talented. "

"The rest of the 'popular' are just existences like clowns and Xiaoguo. Those 'popular' people are either worse than you or stupid than you. The so-called popular is just pity him , or sneer at him in secret."

Yang Xi stroked Zhixi's face and said, "You don't have any talent, and your grades are not outstanding—you can't be high or low. Tell me what's in your heart, what do you want?"

"It's fine if you can talk to...other people." Zhixi whispered.

"Aren't you just talking to me right now." Yang hoped to frown at himself in the mirror, "Are you satisfied like this? Don't you want something more?"

"Don't believe in contentment! That's what people who have it say, but you don't have anything now."