Daddada's steps past, splashing a layer of rain, all fall on the quiet face.

Anya left, quiet face empty sitting in the rain, let the rain continue to wash in her body, a little baptism of her.

All passers-by would stare at her with strange eyes, as if they were looking at a psycho, but they just left in a hurry, splashing with quiet muddy water.

Quiet face abnormal dull, look at the front, murmured: "I'm not..."

"I'm not..."

A sensation, thunderstorms, a burst of lightning in the sky, crackling down.

She sat in the rain for a long time without blinking her eyes For a long time

Long enough to be quiet, I thought she might die like this.

Actually, it's very good, really.

For a moment, his face suddenly burst of bitter smile, slowly closed his eyes, leaning against the wall next to him.

With a piercing sound, I heard the sudden stop of the car, followed by the rapid footsteps approaching, until a pair of hands pulled up from her back, and the roar shook her eardrum: "quiet! You're a woman. You're not safe out of the hospital. What are you doing? "

Voice, too familiar, quiet eyes unconsciously blinked a few times, rain mixed into the eyes, painful.

She opened her mouth and didn't say anything. She looked at Song Chen without expression. Her eyes dropped down and her pale face was very frightening.

"Have you ever experienced despair?" she murmured at last

Song Chen trembles for it, and then he hears a quiet smile on his lips and says, "I am experiencing despair now."

"So leave me alone and let me die." Words fall, quiet and merciless push away him, a person curled up in the wall, holding the knee, a person nest there.

A small one, to see more distressing.

Song Chen also felt his heart entangled with each other. His umbrella fell to the ground, and his clothes were drenched. He stretched out his hand and shrunk again.

He was dumb, opened his lips for a long time, and finally asked from his voice, "so, how long do you want to stay here? Do you have to be sick to be reconciled?"

Quiet listening is still motionless, but, Song Chen wiped the rain on his face, and then walked past, a pull quiet arm, wave just, and instantly was thrown out by her.

Over and over again, Song Chen became angry and roared, "how long are you going to make trouble?"

She did not speak, or squatted there with her head down, Song Chen looked at him and turned to go.

Powerless pulled his hair, suddenly kicked a burst of spray.

A few steps in the past, a quiet arm will drive up, quiet trance between blink, hands strongly resist, keep saying: "let me go, you let me go!"

The more struggling, Song Chen's action is fast, constantly pulling.

He simply straight will be quiet horizontal hold, regardless of the quiet play and kick, low roar: "you dead woman, you do cheap yourself do what, I send you back."

I can't help but walk in quietly.

All the way to the door, Song Chen kept looking for the key from her bag. When he finally saw it, he inserted it immediately.

Pull a, the door is opened, Song Chen holding quiet all the way into the bathroom of the room, put her down, open the shower, let the hot water flow down.

Song Chen pinched his waist, gasped, looked at the quiet and asked, "wash yourself, I'll wait for you outside."

Quiet didn't respond. Song Chen couldn't help taking her. He took off his black wet suit coat and rolled up his sleeves. He asked, "if you don't wash it, I'll wash it for you. How, do you want to try?"

Words fall, quiet, this just had reaction, look up at him, suddenly bow head again, eyelash quiver.

Song Chen was stunned for a moment. What's the matter? Is it because his words scared the silence?

Suddenly also flustered.

Probably, Song Chen didn't think about the combat effectiveness of quietness at all. How could he be frightened by this little thing.

Xu is concerned about chaos, Song Chen kept saying: "I, I didn't mean to, I was just joking with you."

Song Chen was at a loss and didn't know what to say. He walked over and didn't know what to do. However, quiet just raised his head, and the tears immediately fell.

A little bit along the face came out, as if burst.

Song Chen more flustered, closed the shower, kept saying: "you don't cry, let's talk well, OK?"

No matter what he said, silence is always in tears.

He had no choice but to scratch his hair. What is it? It's just to see her.

But now it's happening.

Song Chen didn't know how to comfort her.

The quiet cry is getting louder and louder, which also affects Song Chen's heart. Suddenly, it seems that something out of his control flows out of his heart slowly.Quiet in crying, Song Chen on the side with her, most never met, can only be embarrassed at a loss.

I don't know how long it took, the cry gradually stopped, quietly sobbed and said: "thank you, Song Chen."

"No, it doesn't matter." Song Chen waved his hand. For a moment, he could not accept the peace of speaking to her.

"Then I, then I'll go first." seeing that it's quiet and there's nothing wrong, Song Chen got up and said back, "you take a bath, have a sleep, stabilize your mood tomorrow, and go back to work the day after tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I'll ask for leave for you."

As soon as Song Chen left, she quietly opened the shower and leaned against the wall, letting the water fall on her.

However, it seems that nightmares are constantly around the body. As long as you close your eyes, you can hear Anya's words again.

Suddenly grabbed his hair, his face full of pain: "why can't let me go!"

"Why mention it?"

"Why open the scar!"

……

Murmuring in the bathroom, lingering sorrow and self regret, tireless over and over again.

Song Chen, who had already reached the door, put his hand on the doorknob. The next second, his face was shocked.

Turn back immediately.

Simply the front door is not closed, a push to open.

After a crash in the bathroom, he could only knock on the door carefully and ask, "quiet, are you in there, quiet?"

"You squeak."

"Be quiet, be quiet!"

There was no reaction inside. Song Chen was so worried that he called out, "if you don't speak, I'll knock it off!"

Finish saying, immediately side body bump past.

Did not open, and continue to hit, the third time, finally hit open.

Inside the shower open, quiet against the wall, no reaction, light, more of her pale.

Song Chen stepped over and patted his quiet cheek: "wake up, wake up."

But, the touch of the hand only feels a heat, Song Chen can't help but chagrin: "suffered, had a fever!"