Your friend was hit by me

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  Minzi, he and I have parted ways.

  Yuan Siyu sent this message after a long, long time.

  Wen Yan Zheng held Song Min's hand tightly as they walked on the road, clearly seeing the changes in Song Min's expression after reading the message, and couldn't help but squeeze his hand.

  Are they done? Song Min took a deep breath, getting even angrier, her heart bursting with frustration. After all the commotion, she still went to catch the adulterer. What is she trying to do? Yuan Siyu really has thick skin, not even telling her about something as big as breaking up with her boyfriend.

  Song Min flipped through his address book and dialed Yuan Siyu's phone number.

  "Hey, Minzi?" The voice was nasal and sounded like it had just been crying.

  Song Min's anger turned into a smile, "Yuan Siyu, you're going, such a big thing and you didn't even tell me."

  "I just didn't want you to worry."

  "It's when you don't say anything that I worry the most." Song Min's nose suddenly turned sour, and his eyes welled up with tears. "You weren't like this before."

  Before, you used to tell me everything.

  Song Min bit her lip and held back tears, what she feared most was that Yuan Siyu would suddenly become distant from her.

  It was because of Yuan Siyu's refusal to communicate with Lin Anning and Qiao Tian that the four of them started to drift apart.

  "I can't always let you worry about me." Yuan Siyu sniffled, her eyes hot again. Song Min had always been worried about her. After breaking up with Wei Chuyan back then, Song Min was afraid she wouldn't be happy. For several months, he didn't speak to Wei Chuyan either, and it was because of her that he became estranged from Lin Anning and Qiao Tian. Later, in their third year of high school, he worried about her studies, fearing she wouldn't do well on the exams, and every weekend, he would drag her along to study...

  "Whatever, I don't really want to talk to you." Song Min hung up the phone, and the tears that had been welling up in her eyes suddenly fell.

  "Are you that sad?" Wen Yan wiped away the moisture from Song Min's eyes, holding up his face, "You're making me feel a sense of crisis, is my love rival actually a woman?"

  Song Min puffed out his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowed high, and his eyes began to blur again.

  "Stop crying." Song Min had been crying non-stop, and Wen Yan's heart ached, "Now you know how I feel when you don't tell me anything?"

  When Wen Yan said this, Song Min cried even harder.

  Warm words couldn't help, could only hold Song Min in his arms, patting her back while accompanying her in tears, like coaxing a child.

  After a while.

  Song Min called out in a low voice: "Wen Yan."

  "Hmm?" Wen Yan gently stroked Song Min's hair.

  "My contact lens fell out." Song Ming said with a stuffy nose.

  Wen Yan suppressed her smile and said, "It's okay, I'm here."

  "Just lost one." Song Min continued, his voice cracking with a sob.

  "Go ahead and cry out the other eye too."

  Song Min: “......”

  Another invisible glasses of Song Min's fell out when he was rubbing his eyes.

  Song Min was completely blind and could only hold onto Wen Yan's arm tightly, taking a step with every step Song Min took.

  In front of the Song Qinghe's house, Song Min held the key and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't fit into the keyhole no matter what.

  "What's wrong with your eyes?" Wen Yan touched Song Min's eyes, feeling like she was leading a little blind person.

  "You're an ophthalmologist, what are you asking me for?"

  "Miss, were you like this before we met?"

  "I don't care!"

  "You're right, you're right." Wen Yan raised his hands in surrender, took the key from Song Min's hand, sighed, and opened the door with a single turn.

  "So late?"

  Song Qing and Zheng were sitting on the couch watching TV, when they heard Song Min return, they looked towards the door. As soon as they saw Wen Yan, their faces changed slightly, and their voices became serious, "A Yan, you're back too?"

  "Song Min didn't wear glasses and couldn't see things clearly, so I sent her back."

  Song Qinghe did not doubt the truth of Wen Yan's words, and looking at Song Min's eyes narrowing into a slit, he knew she was not wearing glasses.

  Song Min quickly changed his shoes and ran back to the room to find his glasses.

  "Slow down." Wen Yan anxiously called out to her, Song Min was still running so fast with her eyes closed, who knows where she would bump into.

  "It's quite late." Song Qinghe glanced at the clock on the wall and said to Wen Yan, "Don't go back to your uncle and aunt's place, stay here for a night."

  She nodded slightly.

  "The sofa is yours." Song Qing added afterwards.

  His action of sitting on the sofa was stiff for a moment, before he always had a guest room to sleep in, this difference in treatment is too obvious.

  Song Qing and this "brother-protecting maniac" are online again.

  "Song Min is sleeping in the room." Song Qing said calmly, "Then you'll have to sleep on the sofa."

  Wen Yan coughed unnaturally and Qing He was thinking of something he naturally knew, "Uh-huh."

  "Isn't there another guest room?" Song Min came out of the room wearing glasses, heard the conversation between Song Qinghe and Wen Yan, and asked Song Qinghe without thinking, pointing to the door of the empty guest room.

  Song Qinghe raised an eyebrow, "I didn't let Auntie sweep."

  "Oh." Song Min seemed to vaguely sense the darkness in her second brother's heart and wisely chose not to challenge Song Qinghe's authority, quickly escaping, "Then I'll go wash up."

  After chatting with Wen Yan in the living room for a long time, Song Min finally returned to his room, lay on the bed and couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about Yuan Siyu's nasal voice in his mind. Song Min unlocked his phone screen several times, but didn't make up his mind to contact Yuan Siyu.

  In fact, Song Min thought of more than just Yuan Siyu.

  There is also Lin Anning.

  There is also Qiao Tian.

  Alas.

  Song Min let out a deep sigh and opened WeChat Moments to start browsing.

  The first one is Lin Anning's latest post: Hello, 21 years old.

  Below are photos of Lin Anning closing her eyes and making a wish, as well as a photo with her mother.

  Song Min suddenly had a very long-forgotten feeling, the time that was remembered so clearly at first was now forgotten, and for a moment, he didn't know what to feel, it was just suffocating, a mouthful of turbid air stuck in his throat, unable to spit out.

  Thumbs up, Song Min commented: Happy birthday.

  Almost at the same time, Lin Anning sent a message to Song Min: To be honest, when it's late at night and quiet, emotions really overflow.

  Yes.

  Song Min knocked out two words and sent them over, which was true. Just like Song Min, now thinking of too many things, the past events that she closed her eyes and flashed in front of her eyes like a lantern slide.

  Song Min looked at the photo of Lin Anning and her mother again, and suddenly seemed to understand Lin Anning a bit. Children who grew up in single-parent families would more or less lack a sense of security. She didn't understand these things before, and always showed off her happy family without reserve, which might seem like bragging in Lin Anning's eyes. The interesting stories Song Min unintentionally shared about her dad, mom, and Song Hao must have made Lin Anning feel uncomfortable to some extent.

  Blame her, blame her. Song Min let out a long sigh, but still felt suffocated in her heart. She had always blamed the mistake on Lin Anning's Qiao Tian, but she herself and Yuan Siyu were also at fault...

  It's been a long time since Lin Anning sent over a big chunk of text: Actually, I've always thought that bringing up the past is an embarrassing thing, because as people grow up, their self-esteem also grows, so they're really conflicted about some things. Then today, I was chatting with my mom about high school stuff and felt like I was really wrong about a lot of things. I wanted to apologize but didn't know how, feeling like I gave up on you guys back then was really bad. Ah, it's a bit embarrassing, but it's sincere - I feel like I was too immature back then. Although I still haven't made much progress now, I want to make myself more mature, so I brought this up with you again. My mom said that many things are better once they're out in the open, whether or not we can continue is between the two of us... Ah, I think that's really profound. That time when Gu Lin and I ran into you, I didn't even dare to go say hi. My personality has changed a lot, but that day when I saw you smile at me, I couldn't help but want to cry - thank you so much for not completely giving up on me.

  ……

  Later on, what they talked about Song Min couldn't remember very clearly, only remembering that by the end of it her nose was sore and she didn't look like herself, unable to hold back tears.

  My eyes were swollen like walnuts when I woke up in the morning.

  Song Min made an effort to open his eyes and go to the bathroom, passing by the living room where he caught a glimpse of Wen Yan looking at something, so he complained to him: "Wen Yan, I can't keep my eyes open."

  It's supposed to be complaining, but it sounds more like coquetry.

  "What's wrong?" Wen Yan put down the magazine in his hand and stood up to follow Song Min to the bathroom.

  Song Min squeezed toothpaste and brushed her teeth in a daze, Wen Yan grasped her shoulder and made her turn around. Seeing Song Min's eyes, she couldn't help but frown, but in her heart, she wanted to laugh. She coughed and forced herself to suppress the laughter, "How did your eyes get so swollen?"

  "I don't know." Song Min opened her mouth with a gloomy expression, her mouth full of foam, and unclear articulation. She didn't seem to have cried for long last night, so why were her eyes so swollen?

  "First wash your face, and then apply an ice pack later." Warm words, fingertips lightly touched Song Min's eyelids, stroking her face.

  Wen Yan had already wrapped an ice pack in a towel and was waiting for her when Song Min came out after washing up.

  Song Min obediently sat down on the sofa and let Wen Yan help her apply eye mask.

  The phone rang in the room, and Song Min subconsciously got up to pick it up.

  Wen Yan pressed down on her, "Don't move, I'll go get it."

  "Yuan Siyu." Wen Yan took out his phone and told Song Min who was calling.

  "I won't accept it." Song Min's anger hadn't dissipated yet and she didn't want to talk to Yuan Siyu, or else she would get even angrier.

  After a while, Yuan Siyu sent another message, and Song Min directly muted her.

  After applying an ice pack for over ten minutes, Wen Yan finally removed the towel and touched Song Min's eyelids. "Much better."

  "Is it still swollen?" Song Min picked up his phone, unlocked the screen and saw Yuan Siyu's three missed calls, frowned and ignored them. He opened the front camera of his phone and looked at himself in the lens, his puffy eyes scrunched up as he made a face, "It's much better now, still so swollen."

  One must be content, you can't even open your eyes now. Wēn Yán gently rubbed Sōng Mǐn's head, putting away the ice pack and towel, "Come over and have breakfast quickly, after eating we'll head back."

  "Oh."

  While eating breakfast, Song Min's phone screen on the side suddenly lit up. She took a look and it was Yuan Siyu's mother's call. She quickly picked it up: "Hello? Auntie."

  "Song Min, Auntie wants to ask when you and Xiao Yu are coming back?"

  "Huh?" Song Min was perplexed.

  Yuan's mom: "Didn't Xiaoyu say she was with you yesterday? Today she went back to L district again."

  "Ah, yes." Song Min didn't want Yuan Siyu's mom to worry, so he quickly changed his tone, "I'll be back soon."

  "Okay, Auntie wants you to help persuade Xiaoyu, she and her boyfriend are always quarreling, how can that be okay."

  "Okay, I'll persuade her, don't worry, Auntie."

  "Okay, thank you, Auntie."

  ……

  Song Min hung up the phone and called Yuan Siyu.

  It was always busy tone, until a mechanical female voice prompt: Hello, the phone you dialed is temporarily unanswered.

  Made several more calls but still no one answered.

  Song Min started to get anxious, "Why isn't anyone answering Yuan Siyu's phone?"

  "What's going on?"

  "Yuan Siyu told her mom that she was with me yesterday, but now she's not answering my calls." Song Min furrowed her brow. Yesterday, she had told Yuan Siyu "I don't want to talk to you" and hung up the phone. At that time, she really needed someone to accompany her, but she still hung up the phone.

  Song Min regretted it so much that he wanted to knock his head against a wall.

  Continuing to dial Yuan Siyu's phone number, it rang twice before being answered.

  "Hello? Hello..."

  "Who are you?" Hearing the man's voice on the phone, Song Min became anxious, like an ant on a hot pot, his heart was lifted high, and his tone was extremely unfriendly: "Where is Yuan Siyu?"

  "Are you a friend of Miss Yuan? I'm from XX Real Estate Agency. Miss Yuan came to view the house and left her phone here."

  "Oh, what's your address?" Song Min let out a breath of relief, his raised heart slowly falling back down. "I'll go pick it up."

  "Okay, I'm here..."

  Went with Wen Yan to retrieve Yuan Siyu's phone and just sat in the car when Wen Yan's phone rang.

  "Ah Yu?" Wen Yan was slightly surprised. Cheng Yu rarely called him, and usually just messaged him on WeChat.

  "Is Song Min beside you?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Let her answer the phone."

  Wen Yan handed the phone to Song Min, "Answer the call."

  "Hello?"

  "Song Min, your friend was hit by me."

  "Huh?"

  Yuan Siyu.

  "What did you say?!" Song Min shouted loudly.