Hard to Deceive (Nan Hong) - Chapter 76

When he saw the knife in Che Xingde’s hand, Sang Yan instantly understood the reason for his coming. As if wanting to burn the jade and the stone, Che Xingde swung the knife fiercely, waving wildly without reason.

During this period, Sang Yan’s arm and waist were cut inadvertently.

Because of his actions, Sang Yan’s lips straightened, and his appearance appeared half-bright and half-dark in this light. When Che Xingde stabbed the knife again, Sang Yan grabbed his arm quickly and broke it with force.

There was a shifting click from his bones.

Che Xingde screamed in pain, the force in his hand was loosened, and the knife fell to the ground.

There was still blood in Sang Yan’s belly and hands. The dark red color is not visible in the black clothes, but the scars on his hands are deeply scratched, and the blood is like a serpentine snake, entwining his arm and staining the red rope of his wrist.

Then drop by drop to the ground.

“You are lucky,” Sang Yan still fixed his dislocated arm, pressed him against the wall, and said in a low voice, “If something really happened that year, the knife won’t be used today. On the ground.”

If that day, Wen Yifan’s uncle will go home later.

If she got the same ending as Guo Ling.

If she had spent so many years alone in the darkness and cold of so dark days.

Thinking of this, Sang Yan’s strength gradually increased, listening to Che Xingde’s screams, wishing to cut him a thousand times. His eyes were dark, the blue veins on his neck raised, and all bloodthirsty thoughts popped up in his head.

In the next moment, I remembered what Wen Yifan said some time ago.

――”I will give you medicine if you are injured, but I will also be angry.”

Sang Yan recovered and felt the pain afterwards. He cast his eyes down and glanced at the blood on his body, and then dragged Che Xingde away: “You will find a place to poke.”

“…”

“How the **** am I covering this hot day paddle.”

Che Xingde had no energy to struggle, and was dragged out by him like a sack. He was so painful that he couldn’t speak clearly, and he started begging for mercy again: “Big brother…please, I don’t want to go to jail…”

“You don’t want to go to jail?” Sang Yan sneered, “People and girls don’t want to die.”

…

Noting the movement here, passers-by continued to watch. The police patrolling nearby also arrived at this time. After learning about the situation, they escorted Xingde into a police car.

The police took the initiative to send Sang Yan to the hospital and record a statement incidentally.

Sang Yan was very cooperative, just let them wait first. He went back to the car, trying to get the car keys and mobile phone, but turned around but didn’t see the mobile phone. He raised his eyebrows lightly, without paying too much attention, turning around and getting into the police car with the policeman.

Along the way, the police helped him simply treat the wound and asked about the general situation.

Sang Yan’s wound was still bleeding, he clutched his stomach and answered calmly.

After a long while, I was about to arrive at the city hospital.

The policeman asked again: “You and the suspect–“

Before he could finish asking, Sang Yan interrupted him suddenly and asked, “What time is it now.”

Policeman: “It’s almost eight forty, what’s wrong?”

Hearing this time, Sang Yan paused and asked, “Excuse me, can I borrow your phone?”

At this point in time, the road in Shang’an was still a bit blocked.

As time went by, Wen Yifan’s mood became more and more anxious. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, put Sang Yan’s mobile phone and recorder back in her bag, and asked aloud, “Master, how long will it have to be blocked?”

The driver replied: “It will be fine after this section of the road.”

Wen Yifan was about to ask again. At this moment, the phone rang suddenly. She lowered her head and took out the phone from her pocket.

The missed call is a strange number in Nanwu.

She held her breath, had a guess in her mind, and immediately picked it up.

As she expected.

Sang Yan’s voice came from there in an instant: “Wen Shuang Jiang.”

Hearing this voice, Wen Yifan’s tight emotions finally relaxed. She pressed her lips hard, and asked him about the situation directly, with a shallow nasal voice: “Are you okay? Where did you hurt?”

Obviously I knew this, and Sang Yan didn’t find a reason to prevaricate: “It’s okay, I just broke my hand.”

Wen Yifan didn’t believe what he was saying at all, and took his nose: “I see a lot of blood.”

“The probability is Cha Xingde, I have nothing to do.” Sang Yan lazily said, “Okay, it’s okay. Wen Frost, I go home by myself today. I have to record some confession, not going back so quickly. “

Wen Yifan whispered: “I’ll find you.”

Hearing this, Sang Yan was silent for a few seconds, seeming to sigh because he could no longer hide his past, “Okay, then stop the car. Come to the emergency department of the city doctor.”

…

When Wen Yifan arrived at the emergency department, Sang Yan’s injuries had been stitched up. At this time, there were not many people in the hospital. Two policemen stood beside him, seemingly asking him questions.

She walked quickly to Sang Yan and stared at the wound on his arm.

Sang Yan tilted his head: “It’s pretty fast.”

Wen Yifan had no expression on his face, turned his head and greeted the two policemen. Later, the police also took the initiative to say: “That’s almost the case. If there are any questions later, we will contact you again.”

Sang Yan looked at them and nodded: “Well, it’s been hard work.”

After the two police left.

Wen Yifan stared at Sang Yan again. His face was paler than usual, and his original pale lips were not even **** at this moment, and his whole person was a bit sicker. She lowered her eyes and said slowly: “It’s a little broken.”

“…”

“Then I sew six stitches.”

Sang Yan raised his eyes and glanced at her, did not speak to reason, and waited patiently for the words she mentioned earlier that would be angry at him. He leaned on the back of the chair, he hadn’t used the anaesthetic in his hand, and habitually raised his other hand to hold her hand.

There was a moment of silence.

Before she got angry, Sang Yan saw that her eyes were red, and she started to cry.

“…” Sang Yan was stunned, “No, why did you cry instead of scaring me?”

Wen Yifan sat beside him, enduring the tremor in his voice, trying to calm himself down. She reached out her hand again to wipe away the tears, and asked, “Why are you going to catch him?”

Sang Yan was funny: “Am I doing this wrong?”

“After you see him, just call the police,” Wen Yifan said hard, “You don’t need to do extra things.”

Sang Yan said patiently: “Then he is going to run.”

“Run and run, so what if you run.” Wen Yifan really got into a temper with him, “Even if he runs away, it has nothing to do with you. What do you care about this matter! You will see righteousness!”

calm down.

After she said this, Sang Yan didn’t get angry, and looked down at her, “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like you like this…” Wen Yifan lowered his head, choked and said, “Can you leave these things alone, don’t you let me regret telling you okay… You just go to work every day, get off work, and then be flat An Andi came back to meet me…”

Wen Yifan really didn’t care about other things anymore.

Even if she hates Che Xingde.

I wish he would sit in jail for a lifetime.

But those thoughts couldn’t reach Sang Yan’s even the slightest.

–silence.

“Where am I?” After a few seconds, Sang Yan laughed and said in a slow tone, “I can still cry directly in front of me now, I didn’t have to hide before.”

Wen Yifan still maintained this original posture without moving.

“Wen Shuangjiang, why are you unhappy?” Sang Yan squeezed her fingertips, not light or heavy, “Che Xingde was arrested, and your elder mother paid the price, and the girl can also be unjustified. “

“…”

“Also,” Sang Yan said slowly, “this time, I will protect you.”

Hearing this, Wen Yifan immediately looked at him, his eyes still red.

The two looked at each other.

Freeze frame.

“I actually care about it very much, and I care about it. At the time, I said that I didn’t bother you.” Sang Yan’s eyes were pure black, and his throat was lightly slippery. “What do you think of my elders who want face so much. “

Wen Yifan moved his lips.

Before he could say anything, Sang Yan pulled the corner of his lips, and said, “I’m not concerned about what you have been doing for so many years.”

Young and vigorous at that time.

When you love someone, you can empty your mind for her and lower your head repeatedly. But she would be easily overwhelmed by her words, and she couldn’t step into her world from now on, and she was very straightforward.

Knowingly can’t forget.

Knowing that I was still waiting hopelessly.

But it is for dignity and striving for a sigh of relief, and will never be the active party anymore.

In those long two years.

He only knew that he was the humble party in his relationship, he had never noticed that her emotions were wrong, and he had never caught her hidden pain and despair.

Never tried to rescue her.

Wen Yifan said: “It was originally my problem.”

“What does it have to do with you?” Sang Yan raised his hand and nuzzled the corner of her eye. “It’s the problem of the scumbag Che Xingde.”

“…”

“Can you please be happy for me?” Sang Yan smiled, “I caught that scumbag in.”

I personally caught your shadow.

Since then.

There is only light left in your world.

It seemed that I had heard it. After a long while, Wen Yifan looked back. She stared at her hands, her head drooping, her tears still falling, as if she couldn’t stop.

Sang Yan leaned over to see her crying, his eyes curled slightly: “No, isn’t it me that the stitches hurt? Why are you crying?”

Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked at his arm again, tears falling even more fiercely.

“…”

Sang Yan is not good at coaxing people, and somehow he feels that he made her cry. He had a headache, and he wiped her tears seriously: “Oh, yes, I don’t **** hurt.”

Wen Yifan sniffed.

Several more seconds passed.

Sang Yan stared at her red eyes, her voice was very soft, and she hummed a bit imperceptibly.

“do not Cry.”

The emergency room was quiet.

Wen Yifan wiped away the tears with the back of his hand and barely stopped the tears.

Seeing this, Sang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered something: “Wen Shuang Jiang, what’s the matter with you?”

She whispered: “Huh?”

Sang Yan: “Don’t ask me to report? Aren’t you following this news.”

Wen Yifan looked at him: “I’m not in the mood.”

Sang Yan put his arm on her backrest, tapped his fingertips on it, and began to flip through the old accounts leisurely: “Why not, my house burned down before, so you are not happy to report?”

“…” Wen Yifan looked at his wound again and muttered, “The situation is different.”

Sang Yan smiled to himself for a while: “Okay, go home.”

The two got up and left the department.

Wen Yifan was led by him to move forward, thinking of his injury, still couldn’t help saying: “Sang Yan.”

“how?”

“Why are you so miserable,” Wen Yifan sighed, “I have to meet me in this life.”

Sang Yan turned his head: “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just that you’ve been encountering bad things all the time.” At this point, Wen Yifan thought for a while, “Did you do something sorry for me in your last life, like–“

“Like what?”

“Maybe I was single in my previous life to the 70s and 80s, and finally an old man saw me right, but on the wedding night, the old man eloped with you.” Wen Yifan reasonably guessed, “So in this life, I am here. I’m not happy for you.”

Sang Yan was silent for a few seconds, then smiled suddenly: “Are you an example, or are you suggesting me?”

Wen Yifan raised his head slowly, “Huh?”

“Okay,” Sang Yan raised his eyebrows as an example, “Then I will pay the debt, and you will treat me better in your life.”

“What debt?”

“Didn’t this owe you a man.”

“…”

“In this life, I will pay you back by myself.” Sang Yan lifted his eyelids and hooked her palm with his fingertips, as if tickling, “Can you?”