When he saw the knife in Che Xingde's hand, Sang Yan instantly understood why he came. Che Xingde swung the knife fiercely as if he wanted to destroy everything. He waved the knife without any reason.
During the process, he inadvertently cut Sang Yan's arm and waist.
Because of his action, Sang Yan's lips straightened, and his face looked half-dark under the light. When Che Xinde tried to stab him with the knife again, Sang Yan quickly grabbed his arm and forcefully twisted it.
His bones made a cracking sound as they shifted.
Che Xingde cried out in pain. He loosened his grip and the knife fell to the ground.
Sang Yan's stomach and hands were still bleeding. The dark red color couldn't be seen on his black clothes, but the wound on his hand was deep. The blood was like a winding snake, wrapping around his arm and staining the red rope on his wrist.
Then it fell to the ground, drop by drop.
"You're 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 wouldn't be on the ground today."
If that day, Wen Yifan's uncle came home a little later.
If she got the same ending as Guo Ling.
If she had spent so many years alone in the darkness and the cold, without the light of day.
Thinking of this, Sang Yan gradually increased the strength of his hand. Listening to Che Xingde's scream, he wanted to cut him into pieces. His eyes were dark, the blue veins on his neck bulged, and all the bloodthirsty thoughts emerged in his mind.
In the next moment, he thought of what Wen Yifan said some time ago.
"If you're hurt, I'll give you medicine, but I'll also be angry."
Sang Yan came back to his senses and felt the pain in hindsight. He glanced down at the blood on his body, and dragged Che Xingde outside, "You're good at finding a place to stab."
"…"
"How the f * ck can I cover my hand in this hot weather?"
Che Xingde had no strength to struggle and was dragged out by him like a sack. He couldn't speak clearly because of the pain, and began to beg for mercy, "Brother … please, I don't want to go to jail …"
"You don't want to go to jail?" Sang Yan sneered, "The girl doesn't want to die either."
…
Noticing the commotion, many passers-by came over to watch. The police who were patrolling nearby also arrived at this time. After understanding the situation, they escorted Che Xingde into the police car.
The police offered to send Sang Yan to the hospital and record his statement.
Sang Yan was very cooperative and only asked them to wait for a while. He went back to the car and wanted to take the car keys and phone, but he couldn't find his phone. He raised his eyebrows and did not take it to heart. He turned around and followed the police officer into the police car.
Along the way, the police treated his wounds and asked him about the general situation.
Sang Yan's wound was still bleeding. He covered his stomach and answered calmly.
After a long while, when he was about to arrive at the city hospital.
The policeman asked again, "You and the suspect …"
Before he could finish, Sang Yan suddenly interrupted him and asked, "What time is it now?"
The policeman said, "It's almost 8: 40. What's wrong?"
Sang Yan paused when he heard the time. He turned his head and asked, "Excuse me, can I borrow your phone?"
At this time, the roads in Shangan were still a little congested.
As time went by, Wen Yifan became more and more anxious. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and put Sang Yan's phone and recording pen back into her bag. She asked, "Sir, how long is the traffic going to take?"
The driver replied, "It'll be fine after this part of the road."
Just as Wen Yifan was about to ask again, her phone suddenly rang. She lowered her head and took out her phone from her pocket.
The missed call was from an unknown number in Nanwu.
She held her breath and had a guess in her mind. She immediately picked up the call.
Just as she expected.
Sang Yan's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Wen Shuangjiang."
At the same time, Wen Yifan's tense emotions finally relaxed when she heard this voice. She pursed her lips and directly asked about his situation. Her voice was slightly nasal, "Are you okay? Where are you hurt? "
She obviously knew, so Sang Yan didn't try to find an excuse, "I'm fine, it's just a little skin."
Wen Yifan didn't believe what he said at all, she sniffled, "I saw a lot of blood."
"It's probably Che Xingde's, I'm fine." Sang Yan said lazily, "Alright, I'm really fine. Wen Shuangjiang, go home by yourself today. I still have to record some statements, I can't go back so soon. "
Wen Yifan whispered, "I'll go look for you."
Sang Yan was silent for a few seconds when he heard this. He sighed because he couldn't hide it anymore, "Alright, then you can stop a taxi. Come to the emergency department of the city hospital. "
… …
When Wen Yifan arrived at the emergency department, Sang Yan's wounds were already stitched up. There weren't many people in the hospital at this time. There were two policemen standing next to him and they seemed to be asking him questions.
She quickly walked to Sang Yan and stared at the wounds on his arms.
Sang Yan tilted his head, "You came pretty fast."
Wen Yifan didn't have any expression on her face. She turned around and greeted the two policemen. Then, the policemen also took the initiative to say, "That's about it. If there are any questions later, we will contact you again."
Sang Yan looked at them and nodded, "Okay, thank you."
After the two policemen left.
Wen Yifan stared at Sang Yan again. His face was paler than usual, and his originally pale lips were now devoid of any color. His entire person looked a little sickly. She lowered her eyes and said slowly, "It's a little broken skin."
"… …"
"Then I got six stitches."
Sang Yan looked up at her and didn't say anything to defend himself. He patiently waited for her to say something that would make him angry. He leaned against the back of the chair. The anesthesia on his hand had not worn off yet. He habitually raised his other hand to hold her hand.
There was a moment of silence.
Before she could get angry, Sang Yan saw that her eyes were red, and tears began to fall.
"…" Sang Yan was stunned, "Wait, you haven't scared me yet, why are you crying now?"
Wen Yifan sat next to him and tried to calm herself down while holding back the trembling in her voice. She reached out to wipe her tears and asked, "Why did you arrest him?"
Sang Yan was amused, "What did I do wrong?"
"After you see him, just call the police." Wen Yifan's tone was a little harsh, "You don't need to do anything else."
Sang Yan said patiently, "Then he's going to run away."
"So what if he runs away?" Wen Yifan really lost her temper, "Even if he runs away, it has nothing to do with you. Why do you care about this! You're the only Good Samaritan! "
There was silence.
Sang Yan was not angry after being scolded by her. He looked down at her, "What's wrong?"
"I don't like it when you're like this …" Wen Yifan lowered her head and choked with sobs, "Can you not care about these things? Don't make me regret telling you … Just go to work and get off work every day, and then come back safely to see me …"
Wen Yifan really didn't care about anything else.
Even if she hated Che Xingde.
She wished he could stay in jail for the rest of his life.
But those thoughts couldn't compare to Sang Yan's.
— Silence.
"How am I not safe?" After a few seconds, Sang Yan laughed and said with a drawl, "You can still cry in front of me now. Didn't you have to hide from me before?"
Wen Yifan still maintained the same posture and didn't move.
"Wen Shuangjiang, why aren't you happy?" Sang Yan pinched her fingertips with moderate strength. "Che Xingde has been arrested, and your Eldest Aunt has paid the price. That girl's grievance has been cleared."
"…"
"Also," Sang Yan said slowly, "this time, I'll protect you."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan immediately looked at him, her eyes were still red.
The two of them looked at each other.
They froze.
"I actually care about it very much. I really care about it. At that time, I said I wouldn't pester you and I really didn't." Sang Yan's eyes were pure black, and his Adam's apple slid lightly, "I'm a man, why do I care about my reputation?"
Wen Yifan moved her lips.
Before she could say anything, Sang Yan twitched his lips and said, "Just this trivial matter, why bother with you for so many years?"
At that time, he was young and impetuous.
When he loved someone, he could empty his mind for her and bow his head repeatedly. But he would also be easily defeated by her words, and from then on, he would never step into her world, and it would be a clean end.
He knew he couldn't forget.
He knew he was still waiting hopelessly.
But for the sake of dignity and pride, he would never be the one to take the initiative again.
In those two long years.
He only knew he was the lowly one in the relationship. He never noticed that there was something wrong with her emotions, and he never caught the pain and despair that she hid so well.
He never tried to save her.
Wen Yifan mumbled, "It's my problem."
"What does it have to do with you?" Sang Yan raised his hand and gently rubbed the corner of her eyes, "It's that scumbag Che Xingde's problem."
"…"
"Can you be happy for me?" Sang Yan smiled, "I caught that scumbag."
I caught your shadow with my own hands.
From then on.
There's only light left in your world.
As if listening to him, Wen Yifan retracted her gaze after a long while. She stared at her hands, her head lowered. Her tears were still falling, as if there was no end to them.
Sang Yan leaned over to see her crying, his eyes slightly narrowed, "No, I'm the one who's hurting from the stitches, why are you crying?"
Hearing this, Wen Yifan looked at his arm again, and her tears fell even more fiercely.
"…"
Sang Yan wasn't good at coaxing people. Inexplicably, he felt that he was the one who made her cry. He had a headache, and wiped her tears seriously, "Okay, okay, it doesn't hurt."
Wen Yifan sniffled.
A few seconds passed.
Sang Yan stared at her red eyes, and his voice was very soft, as if he was coaxing her.
"Don't cry."
The emergency department was quiet.
Wen Yifan wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and barely stopped crying.
Seeing this, Sang Yan was relieved, and suddenly thought of something, "Wen Shuangjiang, what's wrong with you?"
She whispered, "Huh?"
Sang Yan, "You don't want to report to me? Aren't you following this news? "
Wen Yifan looked at him, "I'm not in the mood."
Sang Yan put his arm on the back of her chair, his fingertips tapping on it, and slowly began to talk about the past, "Why not? Weren't you happy to report to me when my house was burned?"
"…" Wen Yifan looked at his wound again, and muttered, "The situation is different."
Sang Yan laughed for a while, "Okay, let's go home."
The two got up and left the department.
Wen Yifan was led forward by him. Thinking of his injury, she couldn't help but say, "Sang Yan."
"What's wrong?"
"Why are you so miserable?" Wen Yifan sighed, "You had to meet me in this life."
Sang Yan turned around, "How miserable?"
"I've been encountering bad things." Wen Yifan thought for a while, "Did you do something wrong to me in your previous life, such as …"
"Such as what?"
"Maybe I was single until I was in my seventies or eighties in my previous life, and I finally met an old man who I liked. As a result, on our wedding night, the old man eloped with you." Wen Yifan made a reasonable guess, "So in this life, I'm here to make you unhappy."
Sang Yan was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled, "Are you giving me an example, or are you hinting at me?"
Wen Yifan looked up slowly, "Ah?"
"Okay." Sang Yan raised his eyebrows, "Then I'll pay back the debt, and you'll treat me better in this life."
"What debt?"
"Isn't it because I owe you a man?"
"…"
"In this life, I'll pay you back with myself." Sang Yan raised his eyelids, and used his fingertips to hook her palm, as if he was tickling, "Okay?"
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