waiting for dawn

The two obvious marks on Qin Liming's neck were clumsily covered by Band-Aids, and the two returned to Zhang Tuming's house in silence all the way, then packed their luggage and prepared to return.

It was still a green leather train, but fortunately, both of them got seats.

The seats are next to each other, which is not spacious, and the weather is hot, so a little movement may cause some physical contact.

Zhang Tuming slept in the car, because he was tall and had a big frame, so the narrow seat seemed not enough for him to sit in, and his arms that were not covered by the fabric would inevitably be touched.

Qin Liming felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, he hid aside as if he was electrocuted at the slightest touch, and his waist was also twisted strangely.

Later, he couldn't sit still, so Qin Liming stood up and patted Zhang Tuming's shoulder lightly, "Tuming, I'll sit over there for a while, you sleep first."

Zhang Tuming just closed his eyes and didn't really fall asleep. He just opened his eyes slightly when he heard this, "Go wherever you like."

Qin Liming didn't sit for too long, the next stop had a surge of passengers, and he was forced to stand up soon.

The original seat had already been occupied by someone else, and Qin Liming didn't intend to ask for his seat back, so he stood by the side, supporting the seat.

Zhang Tuming turned his head and glanced at him, "Qin Liming, I'm hungry."

"That……"

"Go instant noodles."

Zhang Tuming pointed to the backpack on the opposite shelf, "It's over there."

There were so many people and the shelves were high, so it was very difficult for Qin Liming to get it. Zhang Tuming watched Qin Liming put his backpack down on tiptoe coldly, and asked him in a good voice, "Do you eat braised in soy sauce or sauerkraut?"

"Don't you know I don't like sauerkraut?"

"……Know."

Qin Liming soaked it for Zhang Tuming and brought it to him again. Zhang Tuming instructed him again, "Bring me another ham sausage."

Qin Liming worked hard, and Zhang Tuming helped him clean up the trash after eating. Just as he arrived at a new stop, Zhang Tuming glanced at him and said, "Help me reserve a seat. I'll go down to smoke a cigarette and buy another." corn."

Qin Liming hugged the bag and squeezed in with a distressed expression, took a breath before saying, "Tu Ming, don't buy it for me."

"You think too much."

Zhang Tuming did smoke a cigarette after getting out of the car, but he didn't buy any corn. The atmosphere in the car was really depressing. He thought for a few seconds before heading towards the exit.

Afterwards, the phone rang wildly, but Zhang Tuming answered it, before Qin Liming could finish his sentence, he interrupted him, "Don't look for me, don't delay coming back to class the day after tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, then found a nearby Internet cafe, and stayed for a day.

Zhang Tuming did what he said, and he wandered back to the classroom early in the morning the day after tomorrow.

It's just that Qin Liming was a little strange, especially on his face. Although Zhang Tuming always believed that there was always some baby fat on his face that hadn't faded away, it wouldn't be swollen like it is now. It's like being slapped out of thin air by someone, even the dimples can't be seen.

When it was lunch time, Qin Liming would cook for him as usual, but he was still accompanied by the annoying Teacher Fan.

Qin Liming had already replaced him with a large stainless steel lunch box, which was filled to the brim every time, but Zhang Tuming didn't pick it up, and just asked him in his pocket, "Qin Liming, come here, I'll ask you something. "

Qin Liming was a little embarrassed. He glanced at Teacher Fan, "You eat first, and we'll talk about it when we go home tonight."

But Zhang Tuming was impatient, he directly grabbed one of Qin Liming's wrists, "No."

Qin Liming was dragged two steps away, and almost lost the lunch box in his other hand. Zhang Tuming quickly grabbed it, but he still didn't let go.

Qin Liming looked around in a panic, almost begging for mercy, "I'll go, I'll go, let me go first..."

Zhang Tuming raised his chin behind him, "Do you want Teacher Fan to go with us?"

"Teacher Fan." Qin Liming turned his head as expected, "I have something to tell Tu Ming, you can eat first, don't wait for me."

As soon as the words fell, Qin Liming was pulled by Zhang Tuming again, "Go!"

Zhang Tuming took him into the school's grove, where the trees are lush and dense, and it is also the first place for young lovers to go on secret dates.

It's just that it was time for lunch, and there was rarely anyone else in the grove.

Zhang Tuming walked deep into the woods and stopped when he reached a big tree. After Qin Liming stood still, he backed away, but Zhang Tuming grabbed him and pinched his swollen cheek , "What happened?"

Qin Liming was in pain and wanted to shrink back, but Zhang Tuming held his shoulder firmly, "Speak."

"It's nothing, I just accidentally bumped into it."

"Where did it hit? Someone else's palm?"

"what?"

"There are fingerprints."

"Who hit it?" Zhang Tuming pressed on step by step, "Could it be your parents?"

"No."

"your wife?"

"It's not..."

"Who is that?" Zhang Tuming raised an eyebrow, "Are you so angry that you found someone to single out on the street?"

"Do not……"

Zhang Tuming changed the subject, "Your wife knows? How did she know? Aren't you wearing a Band-Aid? When did she pay so much attention to you?"

"Don't ask Tu Ming, this is not something you should worry about."

"Okay." Zhang Tuming responded quickly, "Then I'll ask your wife, I happen to have her phone number, and by the way, I can explain to her what happened that night in detail."

"Don't!" Qin Liming took a step forward in a hurry, "Shanshan should be angry, I didn't mention you, so don't ask her."

"How did you find out?"

"Just..." Zhang Tuming hesitated, his cheeks involuntarily turned red again, and he kept looking around, for fear that others would see anything.

Seeing that Zhang Tuming was approaching again, Qin Liming had no choice but to complete the sentence in a soft voice, "There are scratches on the back... Then Shanshan felt that something was wrong with her neck..."

Zhang Tuming narrowed his eyes. He is a man of action. With a little force, he pushed Qin Liming against the big tree behind him, and pinched Qin Liming's neck skillfully to make him turn around, and quickly opened the door. the hem of his clothes.

There are a few faint scratches, and if you look closely, there are also a few bruises made by him because he didn't know the severity. The impression is ambiguous, and it really doesn't look like marks left by bumps or fights.

Qin Liming's body froze immediately, but he was not good at struggling violently or scolding loudly, but when he spoke, his voice trembled, "Let me go."

Zhang Tuming watched him for a few more seconds according to his own temper, and then let him go calmly. Qin Liming immediately lowered his head and straightened his clothes, with an almost humiliating expression, "Tuming, you are going too far."

Zhang Tuming shrugged his shoulders, "You're a wimp, and you can get a woman to beat you up."

"Don't say I'm a man and can't hit a woman, just talk about this matter..." Qin Liming's Adam's apple trembled, and he couldn't say anything in the end. He just waved his hand weakly at him, "Go eat quickly."

Zhang Tuming cursed again, "You bastard."

As soon as he walked out of the grove, he met Teacher Fan.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but Zhang Tuming planned to ignore him, but Teacher Fan wanted to be a nosy person, so he stopped him, "Zhang Tuming, please talk to me."