Chapter 125

Zheng Quzhi's white shirt was dirty and messy. When he patted the ashes on his body, he saw that the skin on his knee had been broken, so he couldn't help biting his teeth: Damn it, isn't it easier for him to die here?

"Are you all right?" Wei Yan reached out to wipe the moist corners of Zheng Quzhi's eyes. His face was covered with a layer of haze and his eyes were covered with a dark color.

"It's OK." Zheng Quzhi was a little embarrassed. He was so embarrassed that he almost cried. He bent down and continued to pat his clothes to cover up his embarrassment.

"No! You are not good The female teacher hysterically called out, as if in a hurry, and the wind rushed over.

Wei Yan pulls Zheng Quzhi behind him, raises his foot and kicks him towards her.

The kick made the teacher scream, and black gas gushed out of the place where he was kicked. Zheng Quzhi was caught off guard and inhaled some, and the whole person fainted.

Wei Yan's eyes flashed. He caught Zheng Quzhi, who was falling down. He got a knife from nowhere. He cut his wrist and sprayed blood. After drawing a blood circle, Wei Yan quickly lowered his head and touched his lips.

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"the kindergarten is like my home, the teacher treats me like a mother, the teacher calls me a good doll, I say the teacher is like a mother."

"The kindergarten is like my home, the teacher treats me like a mother, and the teacher calls me a good doll..."

The happy children's songs are repeated, which is very similar to the songs in the ancient village. Zheng Quzhi frowned and opened his eyes slowly.

Into the kindergarten, full of children's interest color walls, miniature version of the small bench and table.

Zheng Quzhi got up from the ground and was in a trance for a moment. How could he be here alone? What about Wei Yan? Think of that crazy teacher again, Zheng Quzhi immediately hit a shiver.

"Gu Zhi, why are you still here?" A sweet voice came.

Zheng Quzhi raised his eyes and saw that the teacher in the dress came. He could not help but step back and get goose bumps on his arm.

At a loss, the hand hanging on the side of the body was suddenly held. With the familiar touch, Zheng Quzhi turns her head in surprise and sees Wei Yan standing beside her.

"Wei Yan!" He just opened his mouth, and before he could smile, he caught a glimpse of Wei Yan's bloody wrist. His pupil shrank violently: "how can you be hurt?"

Wei Yan's lips turned white, but his eyes were still resolute. He tore a corner of his shirt and tied it to the wound. He said in a warm voice, "it's OK."

Say, lift eyes to see to that stop in front of them female teacher.

"Gu Chen! How did you get hurt! " The female teacher seemed to have just reacted. She was panic stricken. She quickly found an emergency medicine box from it and turned over some hemostatic things.

"Come on, how can you find something to tie up casually! Untie it quickly, the teacher will give you medicine The teacher said urgently.

Wei Yan squints at the teacher. He looks the same, but the teacher doesn't have black resentment. With a sigh of relief, he untied the cloth he had just tied.

As soon as the teacher was about to move forward, he stopped abruptly and turned his head toward another stunned humanist: "Gu Zhi, you disinfect your brother."

Then he handed him the medicine.

Zheng Quzhi didn't dare to go forward and looked at Wei Yan.

"Go ahead." Wei Yan nods and pats Zheng Quzhi on the shoulder.

Zheng Quzhi took the disinfectant, disinfected Wei Yan's hands, and sprinkled some hemostatic drugs. Then he wound Wei Yan's wrist with bandages for several times, and finally tied a beautiful bow.

After finishing all this, he looked up at Wei Yan.

Wei Yan, however, seemed absent-minded and fiddled with the bloody cloth. He was about to notice Zheng Quzhi's sight. He looked up and looked at Zheng Quzhi for a few seconds. He knew to Zheng Qu: "hand out."

Zheng Quzhi reached out his hand.

Wei Yan tied the cloth strip torn from his body to Zheng Quzhi's wrist, and finally made a neat knot. Then he looked up to Zheng Qu and knew: "don't waste it."

He stopped the blood on the cloth. Zheng Quzhi understood it in his heart and nodded heavily.

Will disinfect the thing to take over, Wei Yan waves to Zheng Qu Zhi: "come here."

"Well?" Zheng Quzhi got close to him. Before he could react, Wei Yan pinched his chin, and his chin suddenly hurt. Zheng Quzhi took a cold breath and said, "hiss -"

he forgot that he hit his chin too. Seeing Wei Yan looking at his wound seriously, Zheng Quzhi said quickly, "disinfect me quickly, Wei Yan, I can't leave scar."

If he leaves a scar, Lian liankan must kill him!

Wei Yan pursed her lips and said, "I know."

A few minutes later, Zheng Quzhi had a band aid on his chin.

"Gu Chen, what's the matter with you?" But the teacher has not left, his face is serious, a pair of want to ask a clear look.

"I cut it by accident." Wei Yan's answer is as good as a stream.

"You can't delay this injury. You have to inform the parents." The teacher said, took out the mobile phone, actually made a phone call on the spot.Zheng Qu knew that when he was a child, he was afraid that the teacher would call his parents. Every time he called the old man, he would have to be beaten and scolded. When he saw the teacher calling his parents, he was a little flustered and asked Wei Yan, "what should I do?"! The teacher is going to call the parents! My old man must beat me to death! "

Wei Yan smell speech, eyebrows and eyes slightly loose, turned to look at Zheng Quzhi without expression.

A few seconds later, Zheng Quzhi gradually calmed down and couldn't help but jerk the corners of his mouth. Damn, what kind of parents does he have now! It's not those dirty things. The old man is long gone. He's afraid of a bird!

The teacher over there finally hung up the phone and said to them, "hurry in! Class first

Zheng Qu completely put down his heart, and quickly took the initiative to lead Wei Yan and walked toward the inside.

"My mother called me a teacher, like a teacher, like me The children inside read the nursery rhyme loudly over and over again.

After sitting down, Wei Yan suddenly looked out of the window. I saw that the sun outside the window did not know when it became blood red, as if it could immediately drop blood.

In the environment

Wei Yan drooped her eyes, stretched out her hand and clenched Zheng Quzhi's hand. She said in a low voice, "there will be a homicide today. Don't be afraid. It's all fake."

Zheng Quzhi was stunned and his heart pounded.

"You two have to read it too!" The teacher came to them with a smile.

Zheng Quzhi shook his head and nodded.

"The kindergarten is like my home. The teacher treats me like a mother. The teacher calls me a good doll. I say the teacher is like a mother."

Just a few simple nursery rhymes, Zheng Quzhi read smoothly, the voice also loud.

A few minutes later, Zheng Quzhi suddenly noticed that there was a line of sight staring at him. He lowered his voice and looked in a direction. At this time, I almost cried out.

In this illusion, their so-called mother is looking at herself and Wei Yan out of the window. Her face is gloomy, and her eyes twinkle with unknown emotions.

Just in the blink of an eye, the people outside disappeared, as if just Zheng Quzhi's illusion.

It was a very peaceful day. There was no accident. The children still love to fight and play. Everyone behaved like a normal human being. Even the lunch they ate was the same as the reality.

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