I pulled the grass

Lu Wanzong hissed, but the strength in his hands did not decrease, and his voice trembled: "Xiaoge, I was wrong. Listen to my explanation, please listen to my explanation, okay? Be good."

Lu Wange couldn't break free, and wept silently.

Seeing that he didn't move anymore, Lu Wanzong carefully let go of him, pulled up the hand just now, looked at the blood stains on it, frowned, and said cautiously: "Hey, let's go back first, shall we?"

Take his hand carefully: "Follow me home."

All misunderstandings are probably caused by not explaining and not listening to explanations, and Lu Wanger doesn't like this.If there is something, just make it clear.Even if the truth is cruel, it is willing to accept it.So he let Lu Wanzong hold his hand and follow him.

Seeing that he agreed, Lu Wanzong breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed his uninjured hand, and walked faster and faster, looking at his injured hand, feeling uncomfortable.

Zhang Chuli saw that the two came back holding hands, and before she could ask anything, Lu Wanzong had already dragged him upstairs.

What's going on here?Did Xiaoge fight with someone?It doesn't look like it.Zhang Chuli was talking to herself.

Lu Wanzong pulled him into the room, sat him on a chair, and went to get the medicine box.

Lu Wange seemed to have nothing happened at this time, and sat obediently with his head down.

Lu Wanzong opened the medicine box, took his hand, and took out a cotton swab: "Disinfect the poison first, it may hurt a little." His brows were tightly frowned, as if he had to bear the pain for a while.

Lu Wange didn't even look at him, and turned his head to one side.

Lu Wanzong carefully pressed a cotton swab onto the wound, he couldn't help moving, it was really painful, and he frowned: "What kind of poison is it to disinfect, and it won't die, it's better to let it heal by itself."

Lu Wanzong tightened and loosened his hand holding him, with uncontrollable anger: "What nonsense! You know it hurts, but you still hit yourself against a tree?"

Lu Wange didn't speak again.

After disinfecting, applying ointment, and wrapping it with gauze, Lu Wanzong packed the medicine box and sat on the chair next to him: "Don't touch the water these two days, try not to make any big movements."

Lu Wange turned his palms and looked back and forth several times, then said coldly, "I'm still going to school tomorrow."

He moved his lips, but finally just sighed.

Lu Wange lowered his head and waited for a while. Seeing that he still hadn't spoken, he got angry again and stood up abruptly: "Is there anything else? I'll go back first."

Lu Wanzong grabbed his arm and said in a slightly heavy tone, "Sit down."

"Why, are you still attacking me?"

Lu Wanzong's anger surged up one by one, and he stared at him coldly, his face sinking like water.

Lu Wange was a little frightened by his appearance, he had never treated him like this before.But when he thought about what happened just now, he immediately lifted his chin slightly, and snorted in his nostrils: "I'm not angry yet, why are you angry?"

Lu Wanzong locked him tightly and took several deep breaths before restraining himself and slowing down his voice: "I am really angry, not for anything else, just for you. Look at you, with your hands like this, you are angry, you are angry. Fire, you send it to me. You abuse yourself, and you still don’t allow me to be angry?” The following words couldn’t be controlled, and the voice became louder, asking sharply.

Has he never known, never considered, what is the difference between his behavior and stabbing a knife in his heart?

When Lu Wange heard his tone, his eyes turned red, and he raised his voice: "Why do you say I am like this? I feel uncomfortable. I said that I will no longer fight, I will not beat others, can I beat myself?"