moonlight

Yuan Hang felt a little dizzy in his head, and when he fell backwards, there was only one sentence in his mind.

Isn't Lao Tzu handsome when he falls like this?

There are all kinds of voices in my ears.

The footsteps of a group of people rushing over, various shouts, and even whistles.

His right arm reached the ground reflexively, with a "click".

It’s over.

Yuan Hang closed his eyes.

When Lin Yue rushed over, Yuan Hang was in a concave posture with one hand on the ground and one foot in the air.

"Ahhh——" Yuan Hang grinned and was supported by Lin Yue to sit on the ground, and looked up at him with his neck stuck, "At the same table, check if I have a nosebleed?"

Lin Yue stared at his nose, reached out to touch it, and froze for a moment.

When he was in a daze, Yuan Hang kept yelling pain in his mouth, trying to reach out to touch his nose: "Fuck, will I die? I have a nosebleed. Fuck..."

"Yuan Hang!" Lao Wu, the teacher in charge, rushed to him, squatted on the ground and carefully scanned his injuries, "Are you all right? Where is the injury?"

"It's okay, old Wu, I..." Yuan Hang moved his arm, and the rest of the words were stuck in his throat.

What a pain...

Lin Yue immediately shifted his gaze to his right arm, and suddenly realized that Yuan Hang's arm was bearing the heavy weight of his body, and it was probably fractured if not disabled, so he hurried over to help him up.

"Don't move." Yuan Hang raised his left arm to block him.

Lin Yue stared at him for two seconds, and suddenly felt angry, stood up suddenly, pointed at him and cursed: "I'm fucking fucked! Are you fucking mentally retarded when you put your arms on the ground?!"

Without waiting for Yuan Hang's reaction, and without caring about the class teacher, the PE teacher who just rushed over, and the school team members surrounding him, he stepped in front of Yuan Hang, put his arms around Yuan Hang's bent waist With force, he lifted it up suddenly.

Under the eyes of everyone, Lin Xiaoba, the well-known school bully in Ninth Middle School, put one arm around Yuan Xiaoba's waist, turned around, and picked up Yuan Xiaoba.

A group of Li Yangbing in the distance: ...

"Lin, Brother Lin, you're a bit fierce..." Li Yangbing said in shock.

"It's reckless." Yang Xuan corrected.

"..." Yuan Hang stared at Lin Yue's back in front of him, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

And kind of fucking exciting.

but--

"Hey at the same table," Yuan Hang turned his head down, and his voice sounded weak from below, "It's my arm that was injured, not my leg..."

Lin Yue ignored him and continued walking quickly.

After a while, Yuan Hang felt that his stomach was stuck by Lin Yue's shoulders, and he poked Lin Yue's back: "At the same table, can you let me down? My stomach hurts."

"We'll be there soon," Lin Yue panted when he spoke, "The infirmary is just around the corner."

After Yuan Hang finished listening to the music, he turned his head and glanced at the back of Lin Yue's head sideways, and asked, "Are you tired?"

Lin Yue didn't speak.

"I didn't expect you to be quite strong." Yuan Hang continued to joke.

Lin Yue ignored him, but his walking speed slowed down, and his shoulders trembled slightly as he was being carried.

"Fuck me?" Yuan Hang called out, "I seem to see nosebleeds dripping to the ground!"

Lin Yue was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the ground behind him - there was nothing.

"With you carrying me like this, I'm prone to nosebleeds, and I lose too much blood, leading to an early death in the end—"

The latter words were thrown away by a slam.

Lin Yue stepped into the infirmary, bent down facing the single bed in the room, and threw Yuan Hang onto the bed.

"What's the situation?" The school doctor's sister was startled by the scene in front of her, walked up to Yuan Hang who was thrown on the bed and stared in a daze, and pointed, "Why are you bleeding all over your face?"

Only then did Lin Yue notice a string of bloodstains on Yuan Hang's face, and he wanted to laugh. He must have been too worried about Yuan Hang just now, and didn't care too much about his nosebleeds, but laughing at this time is really shameful. Suspected of gloating, he decided to remain silent.

Yuan Hang stared at the mirror beside the bed for a long time, almost crying, he looked at the school doctor aggrievedly: "Beautiful sister, am I disfigured?"

After listening to the music, the school doctor threw him a roll of napkins, but was soon distracted by his arm, she leaned over to have a look: "Why does your arm seem to be misplaced?" She motioned to Yuan Hang Leaning back, he raised his hand and pressed twice, which immediately caused Yuan Hang to cry out in pain.

"Hiss - pain, pain, pain!"

The school doctor frowned, turned to look at Lin Yue, and said to Yuan Hang, "It should be a broken bone."

Lin Yue frowned, and his heart suddenly hit.

Just now I felt that something was wrong with Yuan Hang's arm. Now that the school doctor said so, he still asked uncertainly: "Is it serious?"

"I don't know," said the school doctor, "I only have a small infirmary here, and he has to go to a big hospital at this level." She took out her mobile phone and glanced, "It's not off work at this hour, and the affiliated hospital is not far away. Which class? I will inform your class teacher that you go directly to the hospital, this arm cannot be delayed."

Lin Yue nodded, ready to help Yuan Hang up from the bed.

"No, no, my legs can still walk." Yuan Hang jumped off the bed to prove that he could walk.

"Student, did you get injured in the basketball game today?" the school doctor asked, and she pointed at Lin Yue, "Let your friend support you, don't be brave."

Yuan Hang bared his teeth and was helped out of the infirmary by Lin Yue.

In order to make Yuan Hang shut up, Lin Yue decided to take a taxi to the hospital.

Yuan Hang kept yelling pain in his ears, he almost leaned on him and acted like a baby.

"At the same table," Yuan Hang limped and was supported to walk to the doctor's office, "My whole body hurts."

"Shut up if it hurts," Lin Yue said, "If you talk again, I will gag your mouth."

"How is it blocked?" Yuan Hang asked.

Lin Yue paused, then turned to look at him: "Sew it up with a needle."

"Fuck..." Yuan Hang looked at him, "You are so perverted."

Lin Yue didn't speak, but exerted a little force to let half of Yuan Hang's body lean on him, so he didn't have to strenuously walk.

Yuan Hang really felt the pain when he was sitting on the chair in the office and was being corrected by the doctor.

It was numb before, but now it hurts so much that I want to amputate this arm.

No anesthesia, in order to prove that he is a good young man who dares to try.

Yuan Hang finally admitted that he was wrong.

"At the same table..." Yuan Hang leaned on the chair, almost crying, "It's too difficult for me."

"Does it hurt?" Lin Yue poked the plaster cast on his arm with his hand, feeling a little distressed.

Yuan Hang opened his mouth, saw Lin Yue's appearance, and changed his mouth: "It's better now."

Lin Yue carefully checked his plaster cast twice.

"The right arm is usually the arm that is used most often, so you have to pay attention to everything you do in the future," the doctor instructed. "Your students must write or something. You can report the situation to the teacher, and it won't embarrass you. It's just eating. Some things may need to be done by the left hand, you can try it when you go back.”

"Thank you doctor." Yuan Hang said his thanks.

"Be careful next time you play, you're young..." The doctor paused, his tone serious, "Fortunately, it's not serious this time, you're too daring to put your arms on the ground!"

"Never dare to do it next time!" Yuan Hang laughed twice.

"Ask your friend to help you wash your face." The doctor pointed to the pool next to it. "Your face is bloody. I don't know how you got here."

Lin Yue blinked, and dragged Yuan Hang to the pool with some regret.

He was in a tense state along the way, completely forgetting the image of Yuan Hang, let alone his own image.

Scanning his glasses now, he realized that he also looked decadent, only a little better than Yuan Hang.

Lin Yue sighed, took a handful of water with one hand, pressed the back of Yuan Hang's head, and rushed towards his face.

When Yuan Hang raised his head, he wiped the drops of water with his left hand, stared at the mirror in front of him, and relaxed his brows a little.

Only now did Lin Yue suddenly realize that Yuan Hang was even more nervous than him.

It's no wonder that you can't be nervous about your own injury.

It's just that Yuan Hang hid his emotions very well, maybe he covered it up with too many words, maybe he was afraid that he would worry, in short, Yuan Hang's facial expression finally relaxed at this moment.

Yuan Hang glanced at Lin Yue beside him, raised his hand to smooth Lin Yue's short hair with wet fingers, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands.

Lin Yue wanted to say something.

"Come back next week for a follow-up visit." The doctor came over and made a sudden sound of fright that Lin Yue almost slapped Yuan Hang in the face.The doctor took a sip of tea and continued, "You can go after washing. I have other patients waiting here."

Lin Yue pulled Yuan Hang out of the office in embarrassment.

At best, Yuanhang's arm will take at least a month to recover.

The head teacher, Old Wu, was especially worried about whether Yuanhang's midterm exam would be affected, and he might be disqualified from the midterm exam.

But with Yuan Hang's grades, the midterm exam is nothing.

The important thing is that he can't ride a motorcycle now.

"It's over, I'm useless," Yuan Hang slumped on the seat, frowning, "My favorite ride..."

"How can I go home after class?" Lin Yue didn't answer his words, but asked instead, "Shall I see you off?"

"My dad picked me up," Yuan Hang turned to look at him, "he wants to pick me up on a shared bicycle."

"Where's Uncle's car?" Lin Yue asked.

"He said he wanted to experience the charm of a shared bicycle." Yuan Hang said.

Lin Yue stared at him for a long time: "I can only say—" He patted Yuan Hang on the shoulder, "I don't understand."

Yuan Hang also stared at him and nodded.

Yuanhang's broken arm caused a storm in the school, which spread to the attached middle school.

Regarding the basketball game, No. [-] High School finally won the Affiliated High School by one point, thanks to Yuan Hang's beautiful dunk at the end.

Standing in front of him were members of the high school team attached to him, trying to stop him, but with too much force, he swung his arm towards Yuan Hang's head.

Afterwards, I approached Yuan Hang, and I was really sorry. I added Yuan Hang's WeChat account and wanted to transfer the medical expenses, but Yuan Hang refused to accept it.

It is common to get injured while playing basketball, not to mention that the other party bumped into him accidentally, so there is no compensation.

Because of one of his fractures, the Ninth High School won the game, which is not a loss.

"Fuck..." Yuan Hang walked out of the school gate, looked back at the banner hanging on the gate, his scalp was numb, "It doesn't have to be like this..."

Yuan's father looked up and said, "Thanks to our school Yuanhang for his precious sweat for the Ninth Middle School basketball game! I wish him a speedy recovery!" A red banner hung high in the center of the gate.

Yuan's father read it and nodded appreciatively: "The school has put a lot of thought into it."

"Get out quickly," Yuan Hang pushed him, "I'm going to be blind."

Yuan's father took out his mobile phone and carefully photographed the banner for a long time. Regardless of Yuan Hang's staring expression, he walked out of the school gate with his eyebrows raised.

"Old Yuan," Yuan Hang patted the co-pilot's seat, "Stop riding shared bicycles?"

"Thinking about it," Yuan's father glanced at him, "The main reason is that you are inconvenient to move now, and you will fall if you don't ride two steps. Don't break your left hand again at that time, I won't serve you."

"Just right," Yuan Hang glanced at the plaster cast on his right arm, "I can lie at home and don't have to do anything, and I don't have to be forced by you to do laundry." He nodded approvingly, "It's good."

Father Yuan glanced at him sideways, and after a while, he said, "Isn't it difficult to solve the demand?"

"What?" Yuan Hang turned and stared at him.

"Don't you often lock the door to watch movies at night?" Yuan's father said, "I know it all, why are you shy with me?"

"Dad," Yuan Hang looked at him, "Your son is underage."

"Ah," Yuan's father nodded, "Is there any conflict between underage and popular knowledge?"

After a while, Yuan Hang turned his head to look at the windshield, and said, "We don't have any movies for me to watch."

"Yo," Yuan's father glanced at him, "Aren't you calling yourself?"

Yuan Hang didn't say a word.

"You—" Yuan's father glanced at him, and asked tentatively, "Do you have to watch two...men?"

Yuan Hang turned to look at him.

"Okay, I'll shut up," Yuan's father changed his sentence and asked, "What do you want to eat when you get home?"

"Bone soup." Yuan Hang said.

The original father took a look at him.

"Where you eat, you will make up for it." Yuan Hang said.

Yuan's father suddenly realized: "I understand, the left hand is inconvenient, your father will understand."

Yuan Hang decided to shut up.