With Qin Sijun, Wang Chuang and others taking care of Shi Kai, Lin Wanjun took a short nap on the hospital bed in the clinic.
Not long after I fell asleep, two children suddenly rushed in.
"Sister Junjun, your Lingyi got into a fight!"
These two children were Song Lingyi's new friends. They rushed in breathlessly and shouted loudly, causing Lin Wanjun, who had just fallen asleep, to sit up suddenly.
"Did Lingyi get into a fight?"
She was a little surprised. Song Lingyi had always been well-behaved. She even kept silent when being bullied by other children several times. How could she possibly fight with others?
Lin Wanjun got out of bed and asked while putting on her shoes.
"What happened? Is Lingyi hurt?"
The child couldn't explain it clearly either, and he stammered for a long time without making himself understood.
"Coat! Put on your coat!"
Qin Sijun handed the military coat to Lin Wanjun and said, "We will take care of Shi Kai here. You should take care of your family affairs first. If you can't handle it, come to us!"
Although we are all down-and-out chickens now, we are not vegetarians. If anyone dares to touch the people in the dung-collecting team, don't blame them for being rude!
Lin Wanjun nodded.
She lifted the door curtain of the clinic and rushed out. The heavy snow blowing in her face made it almost impossible for her to open her eyes.
Before I even reached the door of my house, I heard Song Lingyi's shrill cries.
"No one is allowed to enter my house! No one is allowed to bully my sister!"
When Lin Wanjun heard Song Lingyi crying, her face changed slightly.
When she stepped forward, someone had already made way.
Little Song Lingyi was seen with her arms spread out, legs apart, blocking the door tightly, tears streaming down her little face which had just grown a little flesh.
"Lingyi, what's going on?!"
As soon as Song Lingyi saw Lin Wanjun, she burst into tears and threw herself into her arms.
"That shameless woman wants to live in our house! And she wants to sleep in your and your brother's bed!"
Hearing this, Lin Wanjun looked back.
Dong Yingying was seen lying on a stretcher, being carried by two male comrades, while Wei Yifu was standing beside her, looking quite embarrassed.
"Xiao Lin, I know this isn't appropriate, but there's really nothing I can do."
Wei Yifu pointed at Dong Yingying, who had a persistent high fever, and said, "She got injured while trying to save Song Zhanjin. The dormitory is damp and cold; there's no way she can recover!"
"After much deliberation, I can only let her stay at your house temporarily!"
Wei Yifu said, "Do you think this will work? Comrade Li Yuetang won't have to work for the next few months. Her job will be to take care of Dong Yingying."
As he spoke, Wei Yifu waved his hand.
"What are you still standing there for? It's snowing so hard, hurry up and get Dong Yingying inside!"
When Song Lingyi heard this, she screamed and cried in anger.
She pressed hard against the man carrying the stretcher, shouting, "You're not allowed to go to my house! Get out, all of you!"
Zhao Shuping rushed forward and threw Song Lingyi out.
"Do you really think you're a member of the Song family? Do you think it's your turn to make the decisions in this family? Pah!"
The next moment, Lin Wanjun slapped Zhao Shuping in the face.
"You think you can bully the daughter of the Song family? Let me tell you, since her last name is Song, she is the daughter of Song Mingcheng and the younger sister of Song Zhanjin!"
"Her future is far brighter than your daughter's!"
Zhao Shuping covered her face with her hands, unwilling to accept it, but because of Lin Wanjun's aura, she dared not resist anymore.
Dong Yingying lay on the stretcher with her eyes closed, coughing weakly a few times, as if urging Wei Yifu to hurry up.
Sure enough, Wei Yifu, who had been hesitant, made up his mind again.
"Lin Wanjun, it's not your turn to make decisions in the cadre school! Even if this house is divided among the Song family, it will still be the property of the cadre school. Whoever I decide to live in it can live in it!"
As he spoke, Wei Yifu asked several women to control Lin Wanjun and Song Lingyi, and forcefully carried Dong Yingying in.
Dong Yingying opened her eyes and looked at Lin Wanjun with a proud and provocative look, with a smug smile on her lips.
Lin Wanjun, you can't beat me!
"What are you doing?! What are you doing?!"
Just as Dong Yingying was about to be carried in, Song Zhanjin's stern shout came from behind.
When Song Lingyi saw Song Zhanjin appear, her eyes lit up as if she had seen a savior.
"Brother! You're finally back!"
Song Lingyi broke free from her restraints, ran forward, grabbed Song Zhanjin's hand and complained.
"They're bullying! We're going to let this woman live in our house! Look, they're even bullying my sister!"
Pointing at Lin Wanjun who was pinned against the wall by two women and unable to move, Song Lingyi was about to cry.
Song Zhanjin looked over.
Lin Wanjun looked haggard, with blood scabs on her neck and left cheek. Zhao Shuping and another woman twisted her arms and pressed her against the wall, with a painful expression on her face.
There is a voice inside me crying out in pain.
"Go save her! She must be in pain!"
But the words that came out of Song Zhanjin's mouth were extremely cold and cruel.
"Others bully her? She must have been the one who bullied others first. She deserves it!"
Hearing this, Zhao Shuping laughed out loud and kicked Lin Wanjun hard in the knee.
"Did you hear that? Even your man looks down on you!"
Lin Wanjun turned her head with all her strength and stared at Song Zhanjin's eyes coldly and calmly.
At this moment, Song Zhanjin's heart felt like it was burned by fire, and he was in extreme pain.
Wei Yifu saw hope.
"Zhan Jin, Xiao Dong was injured while trying to save you. Your family can't just ignore him!"
"The dormitory conditions are too poor, so I hope Xiaodong can recuperate at your home, and be taken care of by you and your mother!"
Song Zhanjin looked over and saw Dong Yingying looking at him pitifully. The fever made her face pale and haggard, and even her lips were peeling.
She shouted in a hoarse voice, "Zhan Jin!"
It was as if something had instantly stifled his ability to think, and like a puppet, Song Zhanjin nodded.
"Okay! I agree!"
Song Zhanjin heard himself talking.
"Dong Yingying and I are childhood sweethearts. She saved me, so it's only natural for me to take care of her. I will be responsible to the end."
He also saw himself holding Dong Yingying's hand.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here for you!"
These words sounded very familiar. They were the exact words Song Zhanjin had said in his previous life. They marked the beginning of their lifelong love.
Dong Yingying should have cried with joy, but now she didn't smile. Instead, she looked at Song Zhanjin with fear in her eyes.
Others also exclaimed.
"Song Zhanjin! Song Zhanjin, what's wrong with you? Your eyes..."
Song Zhanjin looked up blankly, only to find a crimson mist in front of him.
What's going on? Why is the snow red?
His face was wet, and Song Zhanjin raised his hand to touch it, only to find that his fingertips were covered in blood.
He wiped it with his sleeve again, and soon his sleeve was also stained red.
"Don't worry, Yingying, I will treat you well forever!"
With every promise he made, blood gushed out of his eyes.
Song Zhanjin wiped it randomly, and in the end his face was covered with blood.
When Li Yuetang and Song Mingcheng rushed back, they saw their son with a smile on his face and bloodshot eyes, like a Shura from hell...
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