Chapter 210 Evil Spirit 6
Jiang Chunmian felt that Zhang Yanhui was a little abnormal.
Based on her observation, and more importantly, her intuition, she concluded that Zhang Yanhui was harmless and trustworthy in this strange environment. But when she looked at Zhang Yanhui standing in the rain and fog, she quietly retracted her previous judgment.
The rain intensified. Compared to last night's torrential downpour, it lacked the force of thunder and thunder, resembling a gentle spring drizzle. Even though the rain wasn't as cold, it still felt unpleasant. Jiang Chunmian had just pulled Zhang Yanhui to shelter when the cracks in the roof collapsed again, drenching Zhang Yanhui with muddy water.
He should have taken shelter from the rain, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. His short black hair stuck to his head wetly, and his skin was as white as paper against the backdrop of the gray rain and fog. It was so white that it was lifeless, just like a withered flower with all its roots rotted. No matter how bright and colorful the petals were, they would still wither in the next second.
Then, at the moment when Jiang Chunmian blinked, the flower seemed to have absorbed some strange nutrition accidentally, and suddenly became gorgeous and alluring. The wet clothes outlined the boy's handsome figure. His arms were in the wet sleeves, losing their thin appearance and revealing the smooth curves of muscles. His waist was slender and his abdomen was slightly retracted. The impression that Jiang Chunmian once had of a bony figure was completely overturned at this moment.
A body naturally full of flexibility and strength.
Jiang Chunmian swallowed his saliva and looked away in panic, but his gaze moved back uncontrollably, staring at Zhang Yanhui's two slender and straight legs. The young man's figure in the rain and fog looked like a beautiful boy who walked out of a comic book, if it weren't for that weird smile.
His smile was actually quite beautiful and alluring, the corners of his lips curved like flower petals, his lips, wet by the drizzle, emitting the bright red hue of ripe berries. But the environment was wrong. They had just escaped from school, and before that, Zhang Yanhui had been taken to a public restroom and beaten by Fang Zhengxiang. No matter what the circumstances, it was impossible for his mood to change so quickly...
"Zhang Yanhui." Jiang Chunmian called him.
Zhang Yanhui suddenly came back to his senses, and a rich color appeared on his porcelain-white cheeks. Jiang Chunmian stared at his blushing face, and the faint suspicion and fear in his heart faded away. Seeing his face so pale just now, he almost thought he was the most terrifying existence in this strange world!
"The roof is leaking! Your clothes are soaked. Come sit here for a while."
Jiang Chunmian's legs were sore from running. She found a dry chair and rummaged through a wooden cabinet in the corner. She spread her legs, frowned, and clutched the water stains on the corner of her clothes. Zhang Yanhui sat next to her in a restrained posture.
"Thank you." Zhang Yanhui curled her fingers, "You helped me again."
Jiang Chunmian: "That's all trivial. By the way, have you ever practiced specifically?"
Zhang Yanhui asked doubtfully, "What do you mean?"
Jiang Chunmian: "I heard when I came here that Fang Zhengxiang wanted to fight you alone, but in the end he was outmatched and went back on his word."
She hadn't believed Zhang Yanhui's frail frame could defeat Fang Zhengxiang before, but when she saw the young man's lean yet youthful strength in the rain, and imagined him throwing him to the ground, she suddenly felt a pity that she hadn't seen it with her own eyes...
The water dripping onto the ground slowed down. Zhang Yanhui coughed twice, blushing as she glanced at Jiang Chunmian. Jiang Chunmian snapped back to her senses. She had been staring at Zhang Yanhui in a trance! She lowered her head awkwardly and continued wringing the water marks from the corners of her clothes. Her clothes were only slightly soaked, only the edges. When Zhang Yanhui opened his mouth to answer, she appeared to be concentrating on wringing out the clothes, but her ears were perked up.
Zhang Yanhui's eyelashes trembled, and her eyes fell on Jiang Chunmian uncontrollably. Although she didn't notice, he still had a restrained emotion in his eyes, "...I, I live alone, working to earn money to pay for tuition, and over time I have developed strength. It's not as powerful as you say, just a little stronger than Fang Zhengxiang. If I had really practiced, I wouldn't be so..."
He stopped talking and looked at the sky. The rainstorm was getting stronger, but the sun was coming out from the darkness of the clouds, shining brightly on the earth. He looked at Jiang Chunmian, who was gradually showing his impatience, with confusion and disappointment, and a huge umbrella appeared from the corner somewhere.
"Let's get out of here before they catch up and find us."
Jiang Chunmian had waited long enough and hid under the umbrella.
Zhang Yanhui's arm stiffened, and after coming to his senses, he turned his head to look at her, "Where is your home? I'll take you home first."
"Okay." Jiang Chunmian grabbed his arm and pulled him into the umbrella. "Don't get too far away from me, or you'll get wet."
Zhang Yanhui hummed softly, his ears red.
After walking a little further, Jiang Chunmian suddenly said, "I live alone, too."
Zhang Yanhui suddenly turned his head to look at Jiang Chunmian's profile. She had a rather heroic look. When she smiled, she was stunningly handsome. When she didn't smile, she looked distant and cold. He gripped the umbrella handle tightly, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said dryly, "My life is pretty good... I mean..."
"I know!" Jiang Chunmian smiled, looking up. "You want to comfort me, but I don't need any comfort. I just want to express our similarities."
Zhang Yanhui felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. In the quiet rain and fog, he looked at Jiang Chunmian's profile calmly and tremblingly, pursed his lips slightly, and smiled.
Turning a street, Jiang Chunmian pointed and said, "My house is just up ahead! Just drop me off there."
Zhang Yanhui felt a little disappointed.
The two walked to the end of the street and passed by the breakfast shop at the corner. Jiang Chunmian waved and said goodbye when her wrist suddenly tightened. When she came to her senses, her umbrella fell into the mud and Zhang Yanhui held her wrist and ran forward.
Behind him was Fang Zhengxiang who was pursuing him relentlessly.
“…You! Stop right there!”
"If you kowtow and apologize, I'll consider letting you go! If you get caught, expect death!"
"...Useless trash, run faster, catch up with them, hurry up, don't let them get away!"
Fang Zhengxiang stared viciously at the running man and woman in front of him with his intact eye. His other eye was exposed to the gas from the fire extinguisher, causing his eyeball to burn and the area around his eye to become red, swollen and hot. He left the clinic and met Zhang Yanhui and the woman who suddenly appeared. He was immediately furious.
"Catch them! Catch them quickly! I'm going to kill you. I want you to kneel before me and apologize..."
The hysterical roar was blown into the ears of the two people in front by the howling cold wind.
The two switched identities. Jiang Chunmian's throat felt like it was burning, and her steps gradually couldn't keep up with Zhang Yanhui, but the hand holding her wrist was like an iron wall, always holding her firmly by his side.
Jiang Chunmian shouted, "Let's go to the police station! He won't dare to hurt us there!"
"It's too late, the distance is too far." Zhang Yanhui glanced at Jiang Chunmian, who was gradually losing strength, and hid in a hidden alley. At the end of the alley was a high wall. When Jiang Chunmian saw the high wall, his heart almost jumped out.
It’s too high, I can’t climb up at all!
The next moment, Zhang Yanhui's voice rang in her ears. "Sorry, I offended you." Zhang Yanhui hugged her waist and lifted Jiang Chunmian up. The veins on the boy's thin arms were exposed, and beads of sweat on his forehead fell onto her clothes at the waist. He asked, "Can I touch the edge of the wall?"
Jiang Chunmian stretched out his arm, his fingertips touching the edge of the wall, "...just a little bit more."
Zhang Yanhui gritted his teeth and lifted her up, holding her legs with his arms. Jiang Chunmian shouted in surprise, "I touched it!" She pushed against the wall with one foot, but before she could exert any strength, the other foot was lifted up. She felt that she must have stepped on Zhang Yanhui's shoulder, and then he lifted her up with force.
Sitting on the high wall, Jiang Chunmian saw Fang Zhengxiang running towards them, cursing. She immediately became anxious, "Come up quickly!"
Zhang Yanhui estimated the distance between himself and the edge of the wall and shook his head. "I can't get up there. I'm the one who got you into trouble in the first place. Hurry up and leave. I'll hold them back."
"No!" Jiang Chunmian refused flatly.
After saying that, she turned over and jumped off the high wall.
Seeing Jiang Chunmian's actions, Zhang Yanhui breathed a sigh of relief. He stared greedily at the high wall where Jiang Chunmian had been a moment ago.
The despair and helplessness he had felt in the face of bullying and beatings disappeared, replaced by a fearless willingness to accept the consequences. He stepped back, his palms against the cold wall. It seemed as if there was some warmth left on it, and touching the wall gave him invisible comfort.
Jiang Chunmian ran to the convenience store as fast as she could, grabbed the plastic stool placed at the door, and then quickly ran to the high wall. The cashier who called her a robber followed behind her. She didn't have time to pay attention to him and shouted to the other side of the wall: "Zhang Yanhui, you caught it!"
Then throw the plastic stool over the high wall.
Facing the cashier who came running up to him, Jiang Chunmian anxiously apologized: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake. I really need this stool! How much is it? I'll give you the money and consider this stool as my purchase!"
After saying that, he handed all the money he could take out of his pocket to the cashier.
Across from him, Zhang Yanhui, just as Fang Zhengxiang ran over, stepped on a plastic stool and grabbed the edge of the wall. As one foot left the stool, the other foot landed heavily on it. As he flipped over the high wall, the plastic stool shattered, and his plastic body was scattered messily on the ground. Fang Zhengxiang looked up at the place where Zhang Yanhui had disappeared, gritting his teeth and cursing, "You bunch of losers! Get down! I'm trying to climb up!"
Zhang Yanhui jumped off the high wall. Jiang Chunmian trotted over to him and shook his hands excitedly, his eyes slightly red. "I'm so glad you're okay!"
Zhang Yanhui felt a burning sensation in his heart. He held her wrist with his backhand. Noticing that she had sprained her ankle, he deliberately slowed down his pace and led her through the intricate streets. Finally, they came to a clinic hidden in a dim corridor. He knocked on the door and went in.
Take care of Jiang Chunmian's feet.
Zhang Yanhui asked the doctor at the clinic, "Grandpa Wang, do you have any spare clothes?"
The gray-haired old doctor shook his head.
Zhang Yanhui looked at Jiang Chunmian. She was soaked and her ankles were swollen. She had been able to endure the pain while running before, but now that she had rested, the pain became more unbearable. The rolled-up trouser legs revealed the swollen area at her ankles.
Zhang Yanhui frowned. His heart, which had previously been excited for Jiang Chunmian, was now filled with sadness. He squatted at Jiang Chunmian's feet, stretched out his hand, and his fingertips were about to touch Jiang Chunmian's ankle, but he withdrew his hand as if he was burned.
He raised his head, his face full of worry and self-blame, and said softly: "...Wait for me here. I'll be back soon."
Jiang Chunmian jumped up and pulled his arm free: "Let's go out later. I'll go with you."
After spending a few days with Zhang Yanhui, she came to understand his character. If something happened, he would keep his mouth shut and tell no one. If he ran into Fang Zhengxiang, he would most likely lead them away, giving her a chance to escape...
If she goes along, she can seek help from others if something happens... Although she doesn't know many people in Tanhua Town, at least she can call the police for help.
Zhang Yanhui glanced at the hand that was holding his arm. Without thinking, he obeyed his heart and pulled it in front of him. He gently wiped the mud and gravel on Jiang Chunmian's palm. When he realized what he was doing, his cheeks turned red instantly. He loosened his fingers and looked at Jiang Chunmian's swollen ankle. His excited and trembling heart finally returned to its normal beating frequency.
"I'm familiar with this area. There are many small paths. Even if they can catch up here, I can shake them off."
Zhang Yanhui's eyelashes trembled, and she swallowed the words "wait for me". Her eyes fell on Jiang Chunmian for a few seconds, then she turned around decisively and left the clinic.
Jiang Chunmian was bored, so he took out a piece of paper and memorized some knowledge points while waiting for Zhang Yan to come back.
The old doctor, whom Zhang Yanhui called Grandpa Wang, sat down next to her with a cup of water in his hand. He glanced at the note in her hand and said with a smile, "Miss, are you still in school?"
Jiang Chunmian nodded.
Grandpa Wang said, "Yan Hui is a good student and has a bright future. You have good judgment in making friends with him!"
Jiang Chunmian quickly waved his hands: "Grandpa, no...we are not what you think!"
Grandpa Wang turned a deaf ear to him. "Yan Hui has had a hard time. He's been alone for so many years. While other kids go out on vacation to play with their friends, Yan Hui has to work to earn money. I didn't expect that after all these years of hardship, he's become smart so early... I'm a good judge of character. It's a blessing for Yan Hui to be able to date you..."
As the old man spoke, he began to cry, wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and began to talk about the difficulties Zhang Yanhui had faced in the past few years. Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yanhui opened the door and came in.
He carried his clothes, said goodbye to Grandpa Wang, and walked out holding Jiang Chunmian's arm. Grandpa Wang shouted from behind, "Silly child! The girl sprained her ankle and can't walk, can't you carry her on your back?"
Zhang Yanhui's whole body stiffened, and the slight blush on his fair skin was very noticeable. His wet hair stuck to the sides of his face, covering his red ears.
He secretly glanced at Jiang Chunmian standing on one leg, and awkwardly suggested: "Your foot will hurt if you keep walking like this... If you don't mind, can I carry you on my back?"
He pursed his lips for a moment and suggested unsurely, "Let me carry you."
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