Scumbag, wait for me!

Chapter 20

The heavy rain washed down, and when Chen Fan raised his eyes, he finally saw that person...

At this moment, Meng Xin was leaning against the glass window outside the convenience store with his arms folded, his whole body was already drenched.

Chen Fan strode over, gasped and said, "Why...why don't you go in and hide? Stand outside and blow the air?"

"The air-conditioning is still blowing in the store right now." Meng Xin said with a pale face, weakly, "What are you doing here? Are you done with the 'household affairs'?"

"Umbrella... an umbrella for you..." Chen Fan pulled Meng Xin up and stuffed the umbrella into his hand.

Meng Xin stared blankly at the umbrella in his hand, and said, "You came all the way here just to..."

"It's all my fault for getting you in trouble." Chen Fan replied, interrupting him, "This umbrella is yours in the first place, besides..."

He raised his eyes and looked at Meng Xin, but before he finished speaking, he sighed, took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, took out one, but stopped while hanging his hands in mid-air.

After a long while, he stuffed the whole package of papers into Meng Xin's hands, and said, "You are already sick, and I've made you suffer. Go back, take a hot bath, and go to bed early."

The paper towel packaging bag was still stained with moisture, Meng Xin pinched it lightly, then pulled out one, raised his hand and pressed it on Chen Fan's face, wiped off the excess water stains, and said, "Do you have any brains? Who is responsible for who? As far as your little wolf cub's temper is concerned, you are the one to suffer..."

Chen Fan followed Meng Xin's hand and raised his eyes. Suddenly, their eyes met, and both of them became embarrassed.

Meng Xin stuffed the umbrella and the rest of the tissue into Chen Fan's hand, and said, "I don't need it, you can go back. When the rain subsides, I'll take a taxi and go."

"You..." Chen Fan became anxious when he heard that.

buzz-

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, he took it out and looked at it, and was immediately stunned.

Seeing that Chen Fan's expression was wrong, Meng Xin looked along the screen, and it read: Break up, I'm leaving...

He raised his hand and patted Chen Fan's forehead, and said, "Look, everyone is gone!"

"Ah? I..." Chen Fan stuffed the umbrella back to Meng Xin, turned around and ran into the rain, and said loudly, "I'm leaving! You go home early!"

His voice was drowned in the sound of the rain. Compared with the vast world, the towering telephone poles, and the tall buildings behind him, his back is so small...

Meng Xin tightly held the umbrella in his hand, and there was a sudden feeling of oppression in his chest.

He knew that with Wang Xiang gone, even if Chen Fan went back now, he would not be able to find that person.

He watched Chen Fan's back getting farther and farther away, and the distress he couldn't express became more and more intense. Meng Xin grabbed the umbrella in his hand and suddenly chased after him.

Chen Fan's figure was getting closer and closer, Meng Xin stepped forward in two steps and grabbed his wrist.

Feeling the strange temperature, Chen Fan turned his head and saw Meng Xin.

He threw Meng Xin away and shouted, "What are you doing?" At the end of the sentence, there was a self-evident cry.

At this moment, the grievance of being slapped, and the awl-like words Wang Xiang just said, every word and every word, came together with the rain.

He wanted to cry, wanted to cry loudly, wanted to tell Wang Xiang: "Although Meng Xin doesn't want me, I'm not trash!"

He wanted to ask Wang Xiang clearly: "If you are not loved...do you really deserve it?"

He wanted to grab the person who had gone away, and tell him word by word: "I don't want to break up, today is really a misunderstanding..."

However, he knew...he couldn't do it anymore. In this world, no one would wait for him?

All his grievances gradually turned into anger and resentment, and at this moment, he could only express it to Meng Xin, saying loudly: "I don't need your concern, let alone your pity, Meng Xin, take care of yourself It's all over, who wants you to follow, you go!"

Meng Xin thought that Chen Fan didn't understand, so he dragged him and explained, "Don't go back, he must have left..."

Chen Fan finally stopped, stood where he was, and slowly lowered his head.

Meng Xin sighed, held up the umbrella, hit Chen Fan on the head, and said, "If you want to go back, I'll accompany you to see... okay?" His tone was gentle and careful like never before. , as if afraid of scaring Chen Fan.

After a long time, Chen Fan said: "No need, I want to go home...I just want to go home now..." His voice was low, soft, without any strength.

Meng Xin said, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Chen Fan didn't answer any more, just walked ahead with his head bowed silently.

Meng Xin looked at Chen Fan's back, sighed, and followed him to the side of the road.

After getting into the taxi, Chen Fan leaned on the back of the chair, raised his hand to wipe off the heat from the window, and stared blankly out of the window.

Rain fell on the window and slid down the glass.The air was extremely quiet, only the windshield wipers of the front car were left, moving again and again.

Another rainy night like this, another two unlucky drowned chickens...

"Chen Fan..."

"Ok?"

Meng Xin asked in a low voice: "Is there anything I can do to help you, you want me to follow..."

"No need." Chen Fan rejected Meng Xin straight away, realizing that his tone was too cold, he slowed down and said, "This is my own business."

After he finished speaking, he continued to glance out of the window, his eye sockets became more and more painful and astringent due to the emotions he tried to suppress.

Meng Xin raised her hand, stroked his shoulder, sighed, and did not speak.

After a while, Meng Xin felt that his whole body began to groggy. He leaned on the back of the chair, and his eyelids became weaker and weaker...

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and Chen Fan's voice suddenly came from his ear: "Meng Xin..."

"Huh?" The surrounding environment became ethereal. Meng Xin tried to open his eyes to distinguish the source of the voice, but it seemed to be coming from far away: "Did I do something wrong?"

Meng Xin tried her best to open her mouth, and said in a low voice, "Silly...fool...There is no right or wrong in emotional matters..." His voice was intermittent and weaker and weaker.

Chen Fan didn't hear it right, so he turned his head.

At this moment, Meng Xin's face was completely drained of color, his eyelids were drooping, and he was panting heavily.

"What's the matter with you?" Chen Fan suddenly became nervous, quickly raised his hand to touch Meng Xin's forehead, then retracted suddenly, and said, "You are so hot! I...I will take you to the hospital..."

"No...no need, just go home...I'm very tired and want to sleep..." Meng Xin closed his eyes and said intermittently.

"Go home? Then I'll take you home... Master driver..."

"No...no...you'll be there soon, I..." As soon as Meng Xin finished speaking, the taxi stopped along the side of the road, and the driver said, "It's here, can you get off?"

Meng Xin raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Chen Fan and said, "You go... rest early tonight..."

"But..." Chen Fan hesitated and didn't move.

Meng Xin gave Chen Fan the umbrella and said, "Go."

Chen Fan turned to look at Meng Xin, still hesitating.

Hearing nothing, the taxi driver in the front row turned his head, saw Meng Xin's pale face, frowned, and said, "He...he's already like this, don't you want to leave him in my car?"

"You..." Chen Fan said cruelly, "Go to the Second City Hospital."

"I won't go." Meng Xin flatly refused.

The driver said: "The weather is bad, I'm not going to run, I'm planning to go home, or... you two get off, where do you want to take another car?"

Chen Fan was extremely angry: "You..."

Meng Xin pulled off Chen Fan's sleeve and glanced at him.

Chen Fan picked up the bag in Meng Xin's hand, got out of the car and switched to the other side to open the car door, picked up Meng Xin's arm, carried him off, and said, "You come home with me..."

"you……"

As soon as the two got out of the car, the taxi disappeared without a trace.

Chen Fan said, "What are you? Why don't you call and ask your mother to pick it up...I'm not in charge of delivering..."

"You..." Meng Xin was clearly very angry.

Chen Fan couldn't bear to see him like this, his voice finally softened and said, "I'll take you to the hospital..." He stretched out his hand, wanting to stop the car...

Meng Xin grabbed Chen Fan's arm and said, "I...I won't go to the hospital..."

"Why are you so stubborn? You're not a child..."

"I'll go home by myself." Before Chen Fan could finish speaking, Meng Xin wanted to snatch the bag from his shoulder.

Chen Fan dodged helplessly. Seeing Meng Xin's insistence, he immediately said, "Okay, okay, don't go to the hospital... Otherwise, I'll take you home..."

Meng Xin's body swayed a little, grabbed Chen Fan's arm to stand still a little, and said, "I'll go with you... I won't go home, my mother should be surprised by this appearance... I'm now I don't have the energy to deal with her."

"You also know that you don't look good now..." Chen Fan tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, grabbed Meng Xin's arm and put it on his shoulder, and said, "I have medicine at home. If the fever doesn't subside tomorrow, you must go to the hospital."

Meng Xin pursed his lips slightly, showing a helpless smile and said, "Tomorrow...let's talk about it tomorrow."

The two stumbled through the door.

Chen Fan put Meng Xin on the chair, took out a T-shirt and shorts from the cabinet and handed them to him, saying, "You change them first, and then go to bed."

Meng Xin took it over and said, smiled, and muttered, "You are so cruel, I'm sick like this, and you're still such a clean freak."

"I forgot if you didn't tell me..." He opened Meng Xin's backpack, found a bag, stuffed it into Meng Xin's arms, and said, "There are also underwear, you didn't go to the gym today, this is new..."

"…………"

Meng Xin took it and said weakly, "This is yesterday's, unwashed..."

"Can you keep it for two days?" Chen Fan looked at Meng Xin's wicked eyes and said, "I don't believe it?"

He paused, and said concernedly: "You're soaked inside and out, isn't it uncomfortable to wear like this? By the way, if you have the strength... go for another shower..."

"No..." Meng Xin refused straight away, picked up the clothes and said, "Do you want to watch me change?"

This person is really... hopeless...

As soon as Chen Fan grabbed his collar, he was about to pull the zipper of his jacket.

Meng Xin immediately widened his eyes and said, "Chen Fan, what are you doing?"

"You're still playing when you're wet like this? If you get more ink stains, you'll get sicker."

"I... I'm already like this, can't you be gentle?"

When Chen Fan heard this, he stopped, leaned against the desk, and said, "Okay, you can change it yourself..."

Young Master Meng was used to being domineering, and he had never been dealt with like this before. He heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Go out...I'll change it later."

"It's not that I haven't seen it, how many times have I been to the gym?"

When Meng Xin heard it, his face instantly turned from white to red, and then to white again, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak fluently: "Chen...Chen Fan!"

"All right, all right, do it yourself."

Seeing that Chen Fan was gone, Meng Xin fell on the chair and said in a daze, "Little bastard..."

At this moment, his whole head was heavy, as if it weighed a thousand catties.

Fumbling around with his hands, he pulled on a random set of clothes, then stood up and wobbled onto the bed.

Thick sweat gathered from the back of the neck to the chest, making the whole body sticky and painful.

How long has it been since you felt this way?It's been so long that he has begun to forget the time...

He suddenly felt a little regretful. Perhaps, he really shouldn't have come to Chen Fan, but it was just two books. What happened to him?

If only time could be turned back... Heh... What a fool, how can time be turned back?

Meng Xin was thinking about it in a daze, and she couldn't tell whether she was asleep or awake.

In the dream, a teenager was walking alone on the path back to school.

The road was long and straight, and the poplar trees on both sides stood straight into the sky, and the leaves rustled along with the wind, but when it fell on the boy's ears, it was so cold and hard that even the sun didn't have any warmth.

The boy kept crying "woo woo" and walked for a long time, but he still couldn't finish this road.

He stopped, looked up, and finally knew, what kind of fear is the end of life?

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