Chapter 71 10.02 / My fiancée loves me only once in my life...
When Wen Yao accompanied Chu Song to the community, there were already many people gathered outside the community, including police, doctors, property management staff, and passers-by who were watching the excitement.
When Chu Song got out of the car, he held onto the door with his left hand and almost fell, stumbling a bit.
Wen Yao came around from the other side and supported her. Chu Song grabbed her wrist with his backhand and said, "I can't get through to Fan Tingnian. Can you go to the property management and ask for me?"
Chu Song's voice was choked with sobs, but he managed to remain calm. "I want to go back and see if he's home. Can you go to the property management and ask them who were taken to the hospital? Do you have a list?"
Wen Yao responded and repeatedly confirmed that she could go back by herself.
The two separated at the gate of the community, and Chu Song ran all the way to the building where he lived. Along the way, he lowered his head and took out his mobile phone to call Fan Tingnian twice again, but still no one answered.
She was so anxious that she almost cried until she entered the community building and saw blood on the elevator door.
The group said that the person who had the attack committed the crime in the square in front of the building. Later, the injured people may have subconsciously run into the corridor, so there was blood on the corridor and elevator on the first floor.
The moment she saw the blood, the blood in her body froze, her hands and feet became slightly cold, tears welled up in her eyes, and she tried to call Fan Tingnian again with trembling hands.
She went upstairs and knocked on Fan Tingnian's door repeatedly. After making sure that he was not at home, she walked back to the elevator in a daze and wanted to go downstairs, but her emotions were too turbulent. She pressed the elevator button several times but did not press the close button correctly.
The cell phone rang, it was Wen Yao.
"Songsong, the property management said... they were all seriously injured. Two of them weren't stabbed in the vitals, but they also had scratches on their arms and legs. They were rushed to the hospital in a hurry, so we can't confirm their names."
Chu Song finally pressed the right elevator button, wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and sniffed: "Hmm... I get it."
"Where are you now?"
"Still upstairs. I'll go down and take a look and see if anyone knows what's going on."
Chu Song came down from upstairs, almost on the verge of collapse. He stood there in a daze for three seconds, and saw the side gate of the residential complex not far away. There were many cars parked on the roadside, including police officers and property management staff, who seemed to be cooperating with the investigation.
There are still a lot of people, and it’s a mess.
Without a second thought, she slung her bag over her shoulder and ran over quickly, intending to ask the police. However, as she ran out of the side door, she was stopped by someone.
"Chu Song." It was a familiar, faint, and indifferent voice.
Chu Song turned around instantly.
The man was wearing a very thin windbreaker and sitting on the steps beside the sidewalk. He had a beige dog leash wrapped around his right palm and was holding a small white dog.
The white short-haired dog was in a crawling position, wagging its tail, but when it saw her, it stopped and bared its teeth slightly.
The moment Chu Song saw the person clearly, he cried even harder than before. He walked over and slapped his backpack on his shoulder.
But I had just experienced the pain of my heart shrinking, and now seeing that he was still trapped in the heartache, I was actually very gentle when I attacked him.
"Where's your cell phone? Why can't I get through to you?!"
"Even if you're a primitive person, you should know the importance of mobile phones. Do you know how many times I called you?"
She was out of breath, and her voice rose unconsciously because she was anxious and angry.
"Why don't you go home? Don't you know how dangerous it is after something like that happened? Everyone knows to stay home, so what are you doing sitting at the gate?"
"And you, dog? Why do you want to keep a dog? You can't socialize with people. Do you know how many disputes are caused by pets every year?"
......
The police car on the roadside behind him honked its siren, followed by a loud clamor, asking the onlookers to move aside. The background noise was exceptionally noisy.
"I'm sorry." The man said suddenly.
Chu Song's chest was heaving violently. When she saw the blood after getting off the elevator, all she could think of was Wen Yao saying that a tall man seemed to have been stabbed in the lung.
The man's legs were too long, and he sat on the three steps in front of the store, his posture still elegant and noble. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, are you angry?"
"I try so hard, but it seems I'm always irritating you."
"I'm here to wait for you to come back," he looked at her and explained, "What just happened was very dangerous, so I'm waiting for you here."
He paused and said, "I got a dog because someone in the design team said girls like puppies. I thought you would like it, but it seems not."
He silently pulled the dog leash, his eyes a little lonely.
After a moment, he said calmly, "I'm sorry, I don't know what you like."
Chu Song was stunned, a tear still hanging from her nose. She suddenly stepped forward and apologized frantically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Fan Tingnian, I didn't mean to yell at you. I didn't know you were here waiting for me, or that you raised the puppy for me. I was so worried that I became like this. You don't know anything, and you're the one who got stabbed. What will you do..."
She was so anxious that she spoke incoherently: "I'm sorry, I should be sorry."
She lowered her head, feeling very uncomfortable: "No one likes me as much as you do. This is my first time meeting you. I don't know. I always feel that you shouldn't monitor me. You are wrong, but I also overlooked that I was too cold to you..."
Her tears all fell down, and she stood in front of Fan Tingnian, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
The person sitting there rested his right hand on the knee of his bent leg and looked at her.
After a moment, he raised his hand to hold hers, but halfway through, he changed direction and put it back into his coat, placing it on his abdomen.
Chu Song saw his movements and asked, "What are you doing?"
"You said my hands were cold," he pulled out his warmed hand and held her fingertips, "I can warm it up before I pull you."
Chu Song's tears welled up, and she cried even more uncontrollably. She squatted down in front of him, resting her forehead on his knees, and called softly, "Fan Tingnian..."
Worry, surviving a disaster, guilt, love, bitterness, all kinds of emotions filled her heart, making her cry breathlessly and unable to calm down for a long time.
After a long time.
When the sirens behind them sounded again and the color of the sunset became darker than before, the man put his hand on her head.
He seemed to analyze her words and actions before he slowly said, "You make me feel like you like me."
"If you like me, I will like you too." His large palm fell on the back of her head and rubbed it lightly.
Chu Song's heart softened.
She finally lifted her head from Fan Tingnian's knees, covering her face with her hands. Her tears no longer fell like beads that had just broken off the string, and she finally calmed down a little.
The rosy glow spread out behind her, and the soft light fell down, casting a soft halo under the feet of the two people.
She lowered her hands, half lowered her head and looked at the ground. Her voice was hoarse as she explained her situation: "My parents divorced a long time ago, and then my mother passed away. I didn't fit in very well with my new family."
The man suddenly lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. He said, "It's okay. I love you."
His voice has always been hoarse, but Chu Song felt that his tone was as gentle as the sunset at this moment.
She wanted to cry again, and a few tears came out of the corners of her eyes.
She calmed down for two seconds, then finally looked up.
The man's facial features are too three-dimensional, so he always looks sharp when he looks at him on a normal day. At this moment, his eyebrows are slightly depressed, but his green pupils are dipped in a hint of warm light by the sunset.
She said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, I'm too cold. I've never been in a relationship and I don't know how to be in a relationship, so I don't know how to get along with you."
The man leaned back slightly, indifferent and arrogant, and nodded: "It's okay, I forgive you."
His forgiveness was too easy. The second half of Chu Song's words got stuck in her throat. She lowered her head, but her heart was still softened by him: "How could you be so easy..."
It's so easy to go with her, and it's just as easy to not bother with her.
She squatted, hugged her legs, and rested her chin on her knees. Because of the emotional fluctuations just now, there was a little sweat on her forehead.
She wiped the sweat off her face and stared at a tile diagonally in front of her.
"What are you hesitating about?" Fan Tingnian's voice sounded above his head.
"Hmm?" She looked up.
His fingertips brushed the corners of her eyes, and his gaze fell on her eyebrows: "You are worried about something, your brows are furrowed tightly."
Chu Song was completely unaware of her subconscious action. The sweat on her forehead had not yet completely disappeared. She felt a little itchy from Fan Tingnian's touch, so she squatted to the side.
"My parents... were also in a free love relationship, but eventually things in life wore off, and my dad fell in love with someone else, so they divorced," Chu Song frowned slightly. "We have a lot of problems too, like your family, your mother, and your elders."
"If they don't agree," she swallowed softly, "those obstacles will wear down people's impulses and likes. Besides, you've only met me now, and you might find others..."
"Won't."
Chu Song raised his eyes and looked at him.
He lowered his head, touched his lips to her forehead again, and said in a deep voice: "For me, liking someone is a promise that only comes once in a lifetime."
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"So you just took him back to your house?" Wen Yao was clearly on the phone, but she seemed afraid of being overheard, so she lowered her voice.
Chu Song was standing in the kitchen boiling water. When she first came over, she just put the kettle on the heating plate, but forgot to press the switch, so she had to wait a little longer.
She half-lowered her eyes and stared at the electronic screen on the hot plate: "Yes... He is sitting in my living room now."
"What about you?"
"I'm boiling water in the living room," Chu Song answered truthfully, "I'm a little thirsty."
"No, that's not what I'm asking. Who cares if you're thirsty or not? I'm asking if you two have made up?"
“Ah?” Chu Song stuttered a little, “I… I didn’t say that just now.”
"You brought someone to your house without explaining it clearly?"
"He said the dog liked me and wanted me to see the dog."
Wen Yao exposed: "Does the dog like you, or does he like you? He is talking about himself."
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Author's words: Fan: This dog finally came in handy
Look, now that we're home, we need to take a nap.
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