After being dedicated to the villain

Chapter 41

"Young master, you can't go, it's dangerous!"

Xin Qing and Xin Yi hugged Duan Lingyao's waist, trying to prevent him from approaching the ruins.

"Let go, are you stupid? Hurry up and dig for me!"

Duan Lingyao was furious, pushed away the hands of the two and ran straight forward. Everyone panicked and tried to pull Duan Lingyao away while digging the ruins.

Only one place of the station collapsed, and there was a risk of another collapse. They really didn't dare to let Duan Lingyao get so close.

But everyone knows Duan Lingyao's temper. He stared at him fiercely, and when he pulled his hand, he flinched back in fright.

Under such a prestige, everyone dared not stop him, and could only dig the ruins with him.Xin Yi and Xin Qing couldn't drag Duan Lingyao away, so they guarded on both sides of him. The broken beams and wall bricks squeezed each other, and they were covered with old dust, making it extremely difficult to clean up.

In order to find someone, everyone was digging and yelling, but the young man, who was always very lively, kept his mouth tightly shut, and a pair of sharp eyebrows kept patrolling in front of him.

There was no response, no matter whether it was called Second Young Master Song or by his first name, Song Sijin didn't respond!

Duan Lingyao's sleeve was torn, his fingertips were pierced with wooden thorns, his freshly combed ponytail was loose, and his exquisite and gorgeous red dress became gray, with black marks everywhere.

A few unlucky ones were dug out one after another, and Duan Lingyao finally dug up the bedding where he slept last night. He excitedly pushed the wooden beam on top, fearing that Song Sijin would be hurt again, so he and others pulled the wooden beam together. lift away.

A corner of the quilt was exposed.

Duan Lingyao called out tremblingly, "Song Sijin?"

Still no response.

The snow was everywhere, and it had already wet his whole body, especially his two calves. In order to dig people, he knelt on the ruins, on the ground, on the bricks and stones, and it had already become wet and dirty.

The chill spread along the melted snow, as if to freeze the bones together.

Finally, Duan Lingyao could no longer forcefully maintain his composure, bit his lip, tears fell down, and the cold wind blew, his whole little face was turned red from the cold.

He continued digging in a panic, and his fingers were worn out before he knew it, and he turned a deaf ear to Xin Qing and Xin Yi's words of persuasion, until he dug out the whole piece, and he gently lifted the quilt, only to be struck by lightning in place.

Everyone was speechless.

Looking at Duan Lingyao in a daze, he didn't dare to speak.

Because there is... nothing in the quilt.

There was no living person or corpse, so naturally there would be no Song Sijin.

Duan Lingyao stared blankly, as if unable to think about what happened.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from behind: "Why did the house collapse? Is everyone okay? It seems that someone called me just now..."

Everyone turned their heads and saw Song Sijin who was intact but slightly wet. He stood blankly in the open space and looked at everyone, neither of them knew what happened.

Xin Yi and Xin Qing hurriedly waved for people to move away, and Song Sijin saw Duan Lingyao kneeling in the ruins.

This was the first time he saw Duan Lingyao in such a mess, he couldn't help calling him, "Lingyao?"

Duan Lingyao turned his head slowly, his eyes became more and more red, he suddenly jumped up and ran towards Song Sijin, and stumbled because his legs were frozen.

Song Sijin panicked and flustered, subconsciously opened his hand to catch him.

Duan Lingyao cried and scolded him, and slapped his extended hand hard: "Where are you going, you bastard! Is such a big man deaf? Calling you so many times and not answering a word, do you know that it scares me to death!"

Innocent and aggrieved, Song Sijin explained in a low voice, "I got up when I was so cold that I couldn't sleep. Didn't you say that I needed to move so that my Qi and blood would flow smoothly, so I went out for a couple of laps."

After running for two laps, his body was really warmed up a lot, and then he heard a loud noise coming from the direction of the post station, which made him run back in a hurry.It turned out that there was a hole hidden under the thick snow that he couldn't see. He fell into the hole and his clothes and hair were wet by the snow.

He really didn't want to play hide-and-seek with others, it was an accident that made people helpless.

But Duan Lingyao didn't care about this, and hugged the person's waist tightly, crying and screaming: "Why didn't you tell me when you got up, you did it on purpose, did you want to run again? Necrosis!"

"I don't have it, I dare not." Song Sijin couldn't understand whether such a trivial matter needs to be specially notified, and he didn't know how to explain it. After all, he was dealing with an unreasonable person.

Sure enough, Duan Lingyao asserted in a hoarse voice: "From today on, you are never allowed to leave my sight, or you will never get over it!"

Song Sijin: "..."

He still felt a little guilty when he saw people in such a hurry just now, but now that he is fine, he really wishes he could stay in the pit and not come back.

It's too unreasonable, Song Sijin rubbed the back of his hands anxiously, feeling cold, he didn't dare to resist when Duan Lingyao was obviously in a bad mood, and he really felt aggrieved.

Duan Lingyao hugged his waist domineeringly, as if he was about to strangle him, and he would not let go. Song Sijin felt that he was a large doll in his arms, and he could not resist even if he flattened and rounded it.

Xin Yi and Xin Qing brought clean blankets to wrap them up, and coaxed them to rest in the carriage.

There was a pot of charcoal in the carriage, and there were several hand stoves to keep warm. As soon as Duan Lingyao entered the carriage, he let go of Song Sijin, and sat aside while humming coldly.

Song Sijin didn't have the hobby of looking for boredom, so he sat on the other side to rest with his eyebrows lowered.

After a while, Xin Yi sent hot water and clean clothes for the two to change, and some medicine. When he was about to leave, he thought about it, and picked up a small medicine jar and stuffed it into Song Sijin's hand.

He wasn't hurt either, Song Sijin looked at him puzzled.

Xin Yi sighed by the door: "Please, Second Young Master Song, help our young master to apply the medicine. Just now everyone thought you were crushed in the ruins. The young master was frightened and kept digging..."

Duan Lingyao threw him with a handkerchief angrily: "Lorry is so annoying, I'm hungry, hurry up and cook!"

Xin Yi hurriedly closed the door for them: "Yes, yes, let's go, little one."

People left, doors and windows were closed to keep warm, leaving only a gap for ventilation, it was a little dark, Song Sijin held the small medicine jar, and kept thinking about the scene of Duan Lingyao kneeling in the ruins.

I can't tell what it feels like, I can't believe it.

"Little Grandpa..."

Duan Lingyao was so angry that he didn't want to correct his address anymore.

Song Sijin looked at him, put down the small medicine jar, and first changed his soiled clothes, shoes and socks. Seeing that Duan Lingyao was still sitting there with a stern face, he leaned over gently. .

Duan Lingyao pursed his lips and peeked over from the corner of his eye.

Song Sijin took his hand carefully: "Let me rub the medicine on you, don't be angry, okay?"

Duan Lingyao remained silent.

Unsure of his attitude, Song Sijin didn't dare to move, so he maintained this movement and looked at him hesitantly with his eyes open.

One moment, two moments, three or four moments...

Duan Lingyao raised his hand angrily: "You are so slow to please people, brother Jin is really stupid!"

Song Sijin smiled at him hastily, held his hand in front of him and whispered, "It's not very slow." He is still very good at pleasing others, otherwise, how come Duan Lingyao, the little devil in the world, has not grasped it until now? He killed?

Song Sijin soaked Duan Lingyao's hands in hot water, washed them, and dried them with a clean handkerchief. After removing the dirt on them, he finally saw how pitiful Duan Lingyao's hands were.

These hands used to be so white and tender to the touch, but now they are full of small scars, and the fingertips are scratched in several places, and it hurts badly just looking at them.

Song Sijin hastily turned on the alcohol to smear and disinfect him, and Duan Lingyao's face was distorted for a moment: "It hurts to death, take it easy!"

"If you disinfect it, you won't be infected. It doesn't hurt, bear with it, huh, huh..." Song Sijin lowered his head and blew, the warm breath brushed over the wound on his hand, Duan Lingyao shivered.

Maybe Huhu was really helpful, Duan Lingyao didn't cry out for pain even though his face was still puffy.

Song Sijin smeared the ointment on for him again, between the fingertips and the back of the palm of his hand.

I thought it would be better if the wound on my hand was rubbed with medicine, but Song Sijin looked up and realized that he hadn't thought carefully again.

Duan Lingyao was dirty, his clothes were too tattered to wear, and his hair was wet and soiled. With his temperament, he absolutely couldn't bear himself like this.

But Song Sijin applied medicine to his hands as soon as he came up, and now it's done, Duan Lingyao held up two bruised paws, and said proudly: "Hurry up and change the clothes, young master."

Song Sijin: "..."

Well, I can only continue to serve.

He took off his dirty clothes and threw them outside. Song Sijin was about to help him put on his pants and asked him to lift his legs when he heard Duan Lingyao gasp again.

"Hurry up, hiss..."

"What happened to your leg?"

There was light coming in through the window paper above the carriage, but the board below was blocked by the wooden boards, so it was too dark to see clearly.

Duan Lingyao frowned: "It's nothing, put it on quickly, it's cold."

"it is good."

Song Sijin squatted down, helped him put on his pants, and then put his raised calf on his own.

The trousers just put on were rolled up again, Duan Lingyao was agitated, and suddenly leaned forward and brushed the trouser legs back.

Although it was only for a short moment, Song Sijin could still see his calf clearly through the dim light.It's full of bruises, the bruises are particularly scary, especially the knees, the color is dark as if someone has beaten them severely, and there are also some small holes, which should be scratched by hard objects together with the holes in the pants .

Even though Song Sijin was as slow as Song Sijin, he could guess where the bruises on his legs came from. He must have been so anxious that he couldn't care about anything, and moved around on the ruins to get out of such layers of bruises on his knees. .

How is this?

Song Sijin was in a daze.

Seeing that he was staring at his legs and wondering what he was thinking, Duan Lingyao said angrily, "Put my legs down when you've seen enough."

Song Sijin is a person who can't hide his thoughts, and sometimes he will be impulsive.He pursed his lips, and suddenly asked: "Lingyao, do you like me?"

Duan Lingyao: "..."

Duan Lingyao: "?"

Duan Lingyao laughed back angrily: "Song Sijin, are you alright?"

Song Sijin shook, and quickly apologized: "I was wrong, I shouldn't think so highly of myself, don't get excited."

When Duan Lingyao got excited, his legs and hands hurt. He leaned back against the wall of the car and moaned, frowning with pain on his face.

Fearing that he would get more and more angry and make trouble, Song Sijin hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull him, Duan Lingyao patted his hand with his paw, closed his eyes and turned his face sideways, twitching the tip of his nose that was red from cold: "Tomorrow morning I said that brother Jin is more pleasing to the eye than others, but it turns out that brother Jin never believed it—hehehe, it’s amazing."

He smiled so eccentrically that Song Sijin didn't know whether he was telling the truth or not.

Song Sijin silently shook off the blanket and covered him with it.

Duan Lingyao felt warmer and felt better. Seeing that he was not so angry, he raised his chin and suddenly mumbled a few words in a low voice.

Song Sijin didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

Duan Lingyao hummed: "I just like it, um..."

Song Sijin was shocked: "Huh?"

Duan Lingyao bit his lip, his wet eyes were full of affection, he stared at Song Sijin, but it was not powerful, but more like a coquettish: "It's fine if you can't hear."

"I heard it." Song Sijin said, "You said, 'So what if he just likes you'. "

Duan Lingyao: "Do you need to repeat it?"

Song Sijin licked his lips, his heart was beating very hard, because it was really... so scary!

He thought that Duan Lingyao probably loved him as a pet and possessed him as his property, so his previous attitude could be explained clearly.

But in this case, he probably really doesn't care what he thinks.

Song Sijin said tentatively: "Lingyao, are you still angry? Can you take back what you said earlier? That is, the sentence about not letting me out of your sight."

Duan Lingyao showed a smiling face, his eyes curved: "Well, think about it...does Brother Jin like him?"

"I like it, I like it very much." Song Sijin replied incomparably proficiently. During this period of time, he has become a conditioned reflex to answer this kind of question.

Duan Lingyao: "Oh, no!"

Song Sijin: "..."

You can bully people like this if you like it, but if you don't like it someday, you can't just bully him to death.Song Sijin wanted to cry, but didn't know whether to be honored for Duan Lingyao's love or to feel unlucky for the future ahead of time.

Song Sijin pursed his lips, touched the stove in a low voice and was distracted.

It would be great if Duan Lingyao wasn't so domineering and vicious.

Song Sijin quietly raised his eyes to look at Duan Lingyao, feeling more and more complicated.

There are too many injustices in this world, and the more they accumulate, the more difficult it is for the weak to resist the strong. Maybe even if they want to preserve something, they need to give up more things to do it.

Song Sijin wanted to protect his mother, he wanted to protect himself, and when his life was still in danger, those loves and emotions were not so important.

The author says:

感谢在2022-08-0520:13:38-2022-08-0618:01:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: holowin1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 55 bottles of Xianchenmo; 5 bottles of Xinyu Qingcheng; 1 bottle of Sanwei Omnivorous;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!