The Old Enemy is White Moonlight

"It turns out that this is not a rooftop."

Bian Qian looked at everything in front of him in surprise.

"It's outside the iron gate."

Stepping on the last flight of stairs, you can see a small utility room, piled with old chairs, a bed is placed in the space extending to the left, and a locked iron door is on the right.

There is a clean table in the middle, and there are some papers and fountain pens. It can be seen at a glance that people often come and stay here.

Wen Qi put the simple medical kit he took out from the team on it, pulled up a clean chair and said:

"Sit here and let me see."

Bian Qian was a little surprised, and then thought of what she said downstairs just now, and mistakenly thought that Wen Qi was under pressure to pull her to jump off the building, and blushed silently.

Two bruised hands were resting on the table. Most of the injuries she suffered were bruised and purple where she was beaten, or swollen for many days, so that teachers or adults would not find out. So she doesn't know how to deal with this kind of split wound. Last night, she just poured the alcohol at home, and then fell asleep in a daze.

Wen Qi picked up her hand to observe, took out the alcohol cotton ball and said:

"It's made of glass?"

Bian Qian said curiously:

"Can you see it?"

"The backboard in the gymnasium was broken and not cleaned. A player fell there while playing, and the injury was similar to this."

"Oh."

Wen Qi used alcohol cotton **** to disinfect the outside of the wound, then dipped a cotton swab in saline, and carefully wiped the inside of the wound. The set of movements revealed the elegance of flowing clouds and flowing water, and he could also focus on chatting:

"Where's the glass?"

"…cup."

Wen Qi put the sterile auxiliary materials on the pad, and the information about Bian Incheon, which she found last night, appeared in her mind. She held Bian Qian's hand, wrapped it in gauze and said unintentionally:

"I remember that your home seems to be quite far from the school. Do you have the idea of ​​living on campus?"

"Not yet, I will consider it in my third year of high school."

Then there was silence. Wen Qi's hands are beautiful, with well-defined knuckles, very thin fingers, and even the shape of the nails is very beautiful. Always like a precious work of art.

The technique is also very good, not very painful. At least it wasn't as painful as yesterday when she pinched the broken glass herself.

After bandaging, Wen Qi put the medicine in the box and said:

"Don't touch the water, avoid spicy food. Do you remember the office building in the stadium?"

"Remember."

"Before the game tonight, you go to me and change your medicine."

Bian Qian didn't speak.

She couldn't get any closer to Wen Qi. Wen Qi's kindness to her is like a poisonous poppy. If this continues, she will rely on this feeling.

Bian Qian politely refused:

"Would it be too much trouble for you, I'll just go to the infirmary."

Wen Qi's face gradually cooled down, his eyes gradually fell from his shallow eyebrows to his lips, looking at those pink lips, he said softly:

"it is good."

After school at noon, Bian Qian packed up a few sets of papers that she had written before, and a few extracurricular books. The exam was about to take place, and she had to move the desks in the exam room. She planned to take the things back in advance, otherwise she would not be able to finish them all at once.

After going out from the subway exit, she scanned two shared bicycles. After riding to the community, she parked at the return place at the entrance of the community.

There was no movement in the house, but a pot of flowers fell on the shelf by the door beside the grass.

There were still fragments of soil around, so Bian Qian picked up the flowerpot and put it back in place, and opened the door.

The shoe rack in the entrance was also in a mess, and its position was off the wall, as if it had been hit by someone. She looked around the living room, but found no other signs of tampering, so she changed her slippers and walked upstairs.

The only sound in the whole house was her own footsteps, but when she passed the master bedroom, she heard a faint movement from inside the house, and just as Bian Qian was alerted, the door of the bedroom opened.

Bian Renchuan was wearing a bathrobe, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes when he saw Bian Qian, then he quickly closed the door, and said kindly:

"Xiao Qian is back."

"Um."

Bian Qian didn't want to communicate more, so she nodded and walked into her room. Just as she was about to close the door, she suddenly looked at Bian Renchuan's back.

When I passed by him just now, I smelled a very light scent of women's perfume.

Not the ones that Xu Sheng often uses.

Bian Qian thought silently, looked away, and put all the books in the schoolbag into the bookcase after entering the room. Then he walked out of his room.

Bian Renchuan's figure disappeared, she slowed down to the door of the master bedroom, put her hand on the doorknob, and was about to push it away in the next step.

"Xiao Qian."

A stern scold came from behind.

But it was still too late, Bian Qian had already pushed the door open.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains were closed tightly, the bedding on the gorgeous double bed was messy, and there was no figure of a woman.

Bian Renchuan paced behind her, closed the door, and taught in a majestic voice:

"Xiaoqian, you can enter other people's rooms without their permission. Even people who live together must follow the most basic etiquette, understand?"

Bian Qian turned around, lowered his head slightly and said:

"Sorry, Uncle."

"Are you going to school now?"

"Um."

"Go, study hard at school."

Bian Qian responded, and went downstairs with her schoolbag. She looked at the steps under her feet, and her hands in her pockets clenched into fists.

She knew that Xu Sheng's second marriage was just to silence everyone, and she didn't have high hopes for family affection in this reorganized family. And compared to her family, which she doesn't care about, the company is her daily spiritual sustenance, and Bian Incheon also maintains the same attitude towards this.

It's an illusion.

gross.

Bian Qian narrowed his eyes, then closed the door and walked towards the school.

Classes on Saturdays are generally very relaxed, and like Fridays, after three classes in the afternoon, they will be on holiday, and the next time they return to school will start from self-study on Sunday evening.

When Bian Qian arrived, Meng Xun was sitting in Lin Nuo's place, sitting and chatting with Su Yitong, Bian Qian put down his schoolbag, and heard a person next to him say:

"Squad leader, have you looked at our school's confession wall at noon?"

"No."

Su Yitong quietly opened the phone's photo album, looked around and saw no teacher passing by, then turned on the phone screen and said to Bian Qian:

"Handsome or not! It was captured by the photography agency! Those muscles and long legs!"

Bian Qian only cast a glance, then retracted his gaze again:

"Qin Yichen?"

"Yes, after the game yesterday, many people confessed to him on the wall, ah, so handsome!"

Meng Xun snatched the phone from Su Yitong's hand, and said expressionlessly:

"Don't look at it any more."

"Okay, okay."

The two began to get tired again, Bian Qian was about to take out the exercise book from the table to write, when Shi Huai glanced at him from the corner of the eye.

On his desk was the test paper issued a few days ago. It was written, but there was no trace of revision. Bian Qian thought for a while, found his own paper from the test paper folder, and handed it to him:

"The teacher didn't send out the answers for these papers, do you want to be right?"

Shi Huaishen's expression was blank for a moment, but he still took it and thanked him.

Bian Qian looked at the turning back, his retracted hand froze in mid-air.

There are two distinct red marks on the back of the neck of the person in front. Although they are covered by the collar of the school uniform, they can still be seen during the movements.

Su Yitong was thinking about the problem, but he stared blankly at the front, and said curiously:

"What are you looking at?"

Bian Qian immediately retracted his gaze and said:

"No, how is your topic writing?"

When it came to the topic, Su Yitong immediately shifted his attention and said with a headache:

"Ah - don't mention it, I will calculate it myself, there is no answer I calculated in the options."

"Let me see."

"it is good!"

Shi Huaishen seemed to feel something, his body tensed up, and he pulled the zipper of the school uniform to the top.

After get off work, Su Yitong went to the front row to look for Meng Xun again, Bian Qian took a draft pad she used often, tore off a corner, wrote a sentence, folded it, and poked Shi Huaishen with the end of the pen.

Shi Huaishen took the note and read it for a long time before replying with a pen.

The note was passed back.

"How are you getting along with the people at school?"

"very good."

Bian Qian tore up the note and threw it into the trash can.

Shi Huaishen must know what she meant. The relationship between Qin Yichen and Shi Huaishen is only their private matter. When she asked the question, it actually showed that if there was any trouble, she could help. But since Shi Huaishen said it was good, she didn't need to ask any more.

The phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang, and Bian Qian realized that the ringer hadn't been turned off yet, so he took the phone to the table, covered it with a pile of books, and freed one hand to grab a glass for a drink.

is a message.

"See you at the old place next Friday night, I miss you so much."

Followed by another:

"Don't ask other questions, you must come alone that day."

There is a name on the back, Liang Youchen.

Liang Youchen.

Bian Qian looked at the message in a daze, her breathing became short of breath, her whole body felt as if she was in an ice cellar, and the wound on her hand felt pain, only then did she realize that her hand was shaking, and the water in the water glass had spilled onto the gauze .

Liang Youchen is not dead?

The result announced by the police station was suicide by jumping into the river, but the body was not recovered...

Great!

But why did she only contact her now?

Why not come to her directly? Or make a phone call, Youchen knows where her home is, why don't you come directly?

Could it be Yan Qing and the others?

Did Yan Qing know that she was still alive?

wrong.

Is this really Youchen?

But only she and Youchen know the old place.

"Squad leader? Squad leader!"

Bian Qian suddenly raised his head, Su Yitong came back at some point, nervously said in his seat:

"Why are your eyes red? Is there something wrong? I didn't hear you when I called you just now."

Bian Qian subconsciously touched her eyes, feeling wet from her fingertips, Su Yitong took out a tissue and handed it to her:

"The wound on your hand is bleeding! Doesn't it hurt?"

She took the tissue, saw the blood oozing from the white gauze, and finally became a little clear:

"It doesn't hurt."

Bian Qian put the notebook on the phone and said:

"It's cracked, wait for it to scar, I'm fine."

"Protect your hand, what if it affects your writing."

"Um."

Bian Qian did not reply to that message for the time being.

She remembered a phone call from a distant relative of Liang Youchen, who Liang Youchen said in junior high school was her only relative.

If Liang Youchen was still alive and sent her a message, then this distant relative should also receive contact or ask for help.

Bian Qian secretly said in his heart:

She can no longer be passive.

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The author has something to say:

Liang Youchen: I miss you so much

Wen Qi: (sneering)