leaving marks

Bai Yangyu was really washing his face.It is not accurate to say that he washed his face. He wet the toilet paper with water and stood in front of the large mirror above the sink to wipe the oil paint on his face.

There is a small lamp above the mirror, which is dim in color and not very bright enough.

When Wen Wenyao walked up to him, he saw that there were still several places where the paint in front of his ears hadn't been wiped clean.

Bai Yangyu obviously didn't notice that he was carefully wiping off the oil paint on his forehead.

When Wen Wenyao approached, he stopped, turned around and called out, "Teacher."

"Well," Wen Wenyao stared at him and said, "You didn't even wipe your face clean."

Bai Yangyu turned his face to look for it, "Is there any more?"

Wen Wenyao felt that he was really stupid, and said, "I'll do it," so he stretched out his hand and pulled two pieces of paper, which were soaked in water and wrung half dry, then squeezed Bai Yangyu's jaw with one hand, and told him to turn his face away, and use the paper to wipe it. Wipe the paint around his ears.

His strength was really not light, the place where the paper towel wiped not only wiped off the oil paint, but the skin on Bai Yangyu's face soon turned red a little.

It's just that Bai Yangyu didn't snort, and even the expression on his face didn't change, he let Wen Wenyao wipe his face obediently and docilely.

Wen Wenyao felt that the light from this angle was too dim. After wiping it for a while, he had to pinch Bai Yangyu's face and turn around half a circle, leaning closer to the light to see if it was wiped off.Later, Wen Wenyao found it troublesome and tired from standing, so he simply changed direction, reached out and felt the edge of the sink was dry, then sat down on it, and asked Bai Yangyu to stand in front of him and wipe his face.

Even if Bai Yangyu turned his face sideways, he could still smell the perfume on Wen Wenyao's body from such a close distance. His breath lightly patted his side face, which seemed to reveal a little bit of sweetness, which was inexplicably attractive.

Wen Wenyao carefully wiped off all the oil paint on Bai Yangyu's face, then threw the balled tissue into the trash can with a wave of his hand, and said, "It's done."

However, Bai Yangyu maintained the posture of turning his face sideways and did not move.

Wen Wenyao patted his face, and said, "I've told you, silly boy."

Only then did Bai Yangyu's gaze slowly turn to Wen Wenyao's face.

Wen Wenyao saw that Bai Yangyu's eyes were dim, as if they were covered in a layer of fog, he just looked at him without saying anything, then smiled and said, "Get out of the way."

After Bai Yangyu took half a step back, he jumped down from the sink, turned around, turned on the faucet to wash his hands, then shook his hands, and left the bathroom by Bai Yangyu's side.

On the night of Halloween, there are also activities on the campus of Chong Medical University.The student union organized a masquerade party, and the small square on the campus was still lively until after eleven o'clock in the evening.

The head of the security team was very nervous about this, and tonight specially arranged an extra class of people to maintain the order of the dance scene and ensure the safety of the students.

It was Song Wenran's turn to be on duty tonight, and he started to patrol the campus from the usual time.It's just because of the prom that many students are a little eager to move tonight, and they don't want to go back to the dormitory to sleep when the time comes, and they are still gathering in the dark grass by the pond.

Song Wenran hadn't gone far when a message came from the general duty room on the intercom, saying that he had received a call that a student was pretending to be a ghost in school to scare people, and asked him to find out the student who was pretending to be a ghost.

"Got it," Song Wenran answered while pressing the walkie-talkie, then put the walkie-talkie back into his breast pocket, grabbed the flashlight and continued walking forward.

After attending the class for two months, Song Wenran was basically familiar with every corner of the school. When he heard the news of a student pretending to be a ghost to scare people, he could probably judge where it might be.

He walked towards the dark forest path of the school.

This place is far away from the small square, and the hustle and bustle behind it gradually becomes dim, and then you can't hear anything, but you can see the lights in the distance when you look back.

Song Wenran suddenly heard a scream in front of him, followed by the sound of running footsteps. He thought that someone might have encountered a person pretending to be a ghost, so he quickened his pace and walked in that direction.

Here is a small forest, with a tree-lined path in the middle of the forest, and grass on both sides.Because there are no street lights, the students who come here at night are usually couples.

Song Wenran raised the flashlight to shine over there, and at the same time asked loudly, "Who is there?"

No one was seen within the range of the flashlight, and the students who were frightened just now seemed to run away, and the grove in front became quiet, as if no one had appeared there.

"A boring trick," Song Wenran thought in his heart. He was not afraid of ghosts, and naturally he was not afraid of people either. He never slowed down and walked straight over there.

Walking to the place where the sound was heard just now, Song Wenran saw that the grass next to him had been trampled by someone. He stopped and said, "Student, please don't play tricks."

No one answered him.

Song Wenran quietly listened to the movement around him, and suddenly heard a very slight sound of clothes rubbing on the path behind him, as if someone was slowly approaching behind him on tiptoe, he turned around suddenly, raised his flashlight to shine in that direction, Before he could see clearly, he was hit hard with a stick from behind.

This was an unsuspecting blow. Song Wenran expected that there might be some pranks by the students, but he never thought that the students would be aggressive, so he was unprepared and did not fight back immediately. Instead, he held back the pain and retreated to the side.

The flashlight was shaking, and the light shone on a young and unfamiliar face.

Just two steps back, three or four young men popped out from the woods and grass. They all attacked Song Wenran without warning, tied his hands and feet, and then someone covered his mouth with a cloth.

Song Wenran began to struggle, and the young man who hit him with a stick earlier lashed his resisting arm vigorously.

The cloth covered his mouth and nose tightly, and Song Wenran's vision gradually became blurred due to lack of oxygen. In the darkness, he still captured the faces of these young people. He had seen one of them before, and that young man claimed to be the son of Dean Bai.Then Song Wenran lost consciousness.

When Song Wenran gradually regained consciousness, he felt pain all over his body, especially the severe headache.

He slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a strange room, lying on the bed with a white ceiling above his head.

There was no light in the room, but there was light coming in through the windows and the cracks in the door. He heard loud music and someone shouting from outside, but he couldn't tell which direction it was coming from.

When Song Wenran wanted to move, he realized that his hands and feet were tied, and his mouth was stuffed with cloth strips so that he could not make a sound. To make matters worse, his clothes were all taken off, leaving only a pair of underwear on his whole body.

Before he had time to think about it, Song Wenran heard the sound of a group of footsteps running upstairs accompanied by the sound of laughter. The footsteps went upstairs and ran wildly in the corridor, approaching the room he was in, and then the door was suddenly opened, rushing A dozen people came in, both men and women.

The leader among them was Bai Ziqi, a young man who claimed to be the son of Dean Bai. He was not surprised when he saw Song Wenran wake up, but he just grabbed a camera and pointed at Song Wenran to take a quick photo. Close the door.

Song Wenran held back his headache and lay quietly for a while. He didn't have too many emotions. He just recalled Bai Ziqi's young face. He thought that the other party looked like a middle school student. Why did he hold grudges so much? What kind of hatred is worth such revenge.

The footsteps of a group of people ran back downstairs again, and the sound of talking and laughing gradually shifted from the room to the yard outside. Song Wenran heard the sound of a car starting. They seemed to have all got into the car, and then the car gradually drove away, and the whole house All quiet down.

In this quietness, Song Wenran lay on the bed and tried to untie the rope in his hands, but unfortunately he failed.Then he started to struggle and slowly moved to the side of the bed, turned over and fell to the floor.

At this time, Song Wenran heard the sound of a car coming back from outside again.

He thought it was Bai Ziqi and the others who had returned.

But when the car door opened, there was no sound of a group of people joking and laughing, only the sound of footsteps wearing leather shoes entering the house from the outside, and then walking up the stairs to the second floor, walking towards his room.

Someone opened the door.

Song Wenran lay on the ground, raised his head to look, and saw a tall figure standing by the door, his face could not be seen clearly against the light behind him.

At this time, a few more cars drove into the yard from outside, this time accompanied by noisy voices, it should be Bai Ziqi and the others who came back.

The man standing at the door suddenly closed the door again, the footsteps gradually moved away, it sounded like he was going downstairs.

This man is Bai Chong.

Bai Chong shouldn't have come back tonight. He came home so late and found that there should have been a lively party in the living room.

Bai Ziqi came back from the outside with a group of his friends. They bought new cigarettes and alcohol, and the moment they stepped into the living room happily, they saw his father standing on the stairs, looking at him calmly, and his whole body turned cold. , The whole person was frightened sober.

The little friends who came in after him were also quite frightened, they all restrained their frivolous expressions, bowed to Bai Chong to say hello, and then said it was too late, so they all ran away with oil on their feet.

Only Bai Ziqi was left alone, took a deep breath and pretended not to care, and said, "Aren't you coming back tonight?"

"So what are you going to do?" Bai Chong's tone was calm, but his voice was very cold.

Bai Ziqi walked to the sofa and sat down, "Isn't today Halloween? Can't we play with friends?"

Bai Chong raised his hand to unbutton it, took off his coat and threw it on the back of the sofa, then walked to the single sofa opposite Bai Ziqi and sat down, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and asked him: "Have you played enough? "

Bai Ziqi replied vaguely: "It's okay."

Bai Chong nodded, "It's fine if you've had enough fun. Now that you've had enough fun, I'll transfer you to another school next month. You can go to live on campus."

Bai Ziqi stood up from the sofa all at once, "What?"

Bai Chong said: "I think you should change your environment and make some friends. Now that you've had enough fun, shouldn't you focus on studying?"

Bai Ziqi was a little panicked, "I'm already a sophomore in high school, so you're not afraid of affecting my academic performance when I transfer to another school?"

Bai Chong looked up at him and smiled softly, "Do you think I'm afraid?"

Bai Ziqi said, "I won't do it!"

Bai Chong told him: "You don't have to do it. I'll give you two choices, one is to transfer to another school, and the other is to pack up your things and leave now. You can do whatever you want when you go out, and you decide for yourself."

Bai Ziqi stared at him bitterly. After a while, Bai Chong's expression didn't change at all. He heaved his chest forcefully, turned and left the living room, and ran to his room on the second floor.

Because the surroundings were too quiet, Song Wenran lay down on the floor and listened to the quarrel between their father and son without saying a word. Then he heard Bai Chong's footsteps going upstairs, and walked towards the room where he was.

Song Wenran heard the sound of the door opening again, this time Bai Chong walked in from the outside, knelt down in front of him, turned him over, picked him up, and gently put him on the bed.

The author has something to say: Lao Bai is only in his early forties, okay?His son is only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Men in their early forties can also be very handsome, don't make trouble, it's still seven times a night, anyway, I have the final say