After An Tong heard this, she lowered her head and wiped her face with her sleeves, then hugged Yin Hang's arm silently.
Because today is Sunday, there is still the last bus even after nine o'clock.
The bus was very empty except for a young-looking driver wearing a hat and mask.
Yin Hang sat at the back of the bus and fixed An Tong's woven bag.
During this process, An Tong held the suitcase with her right hand and kept holding Yin Hang's cuff with her left hand. After Yin Hang sat down, An Tong put her arms around Yin Hang's neck and quietly sat sideways on his On the thigh.
From the perspective of riding safety, this was not appropriate, but An Tong lowered her head and remained silent, so that Yin Hang, who had done something wrong, did not dare to disturb her.
But when the two of them sat firmly and the bus started, Yin Hang suddenly realized that he had gotten on the wrong bus.
Because he was a day student, he would take this bus home almost every day. When he saw the bus arriving at the stop, he instinctively held An Tong's hand and got on the bus.
"You're on the wrong bus. This is the bus to my house." Yin Hang hurriedly stood up and tried to stop the bus that had just started.
However, An Tong hugged him tighter, not letting him move, and buried his head on Yin Hang's shoulder, biting him silently.
After Yin Hang was stunned for a moment, he hugged An Tong tighter.
Because the bus passed by too many schools and there were many commercial areas in between, and it was Sunday, many passengers got on the bus soon, but they would stay away from these two people.
After all, the strange smell of burnt skin and clothes on Yin Hang's body now makes the people around him unbearable even if the windows are open.
Only An Tong curled up in his arms, swaying slightly as the bus drove by.
There are about thirteen stops from Jinning No. 2 Middle School to the community where Yin Hang lives, and the bus takes more than 20 minutes to travel.
During this process, An Tong maintained this posture without saying a word, while Yin Hang was desperately thinking about how to explain to An Tong and that he must prepare more clothes in the future.
When she was about to arrive at the station, Yin Hang patted An Tong on the shoulder and told her to get off at the next stop, and An Tong stood up.
After leaving the platform, An Tong silently hugged Yin Hang's arm again, even though it was a bit difficult to hold the suitcase like this.
Yin Hang had also imagined that one evening, he could hold the hand of his beloved girl and take her home.
But An Tong's appearance made Yin Hang a little overwhelmed.
Yin Hang lives on the first floor of an old community.
He took out the key from the side pocket of his schoolbag with one hand, opened the door, and pressed the light switch.
My home has been idle for less than a week. The windows are closed and there is not much dust.
In addition, the large flat floor of Qingyu Pavilion dormitory was fully decorated, and all purchases could be reimbursed, so he didn't take many things with him when he moved alone.
Just after Yin Hang put down his luggage, he was suddenly pushed half a step by An Tong.
Then, in the silence between the two of them, An Tong slowly pulled down the zipper of Yin Hang's school uniform jacket.
Yin Hang only wore a jacket on his upper body, and after the zipper was opened, pieces of black, carbonized skin and clothing floated to the ground.
An Tong's fingertips trembled slightly as they stroked Yin Hang's blackened skin, and her eyes turned red again.
"An Tong, it's okay," Yin Hang gently held her hand and said with a smile, "Aren't I doing well?"
After Yin Hang finished speaking, he also pulled off a piece of carbonized debris stuck to his skin.
On the way back, Yin Hang had used Hua Tuo's inheritance to heal his entire body. However, during the recovery process, some debris stuck to his hair, so it still hurt a little when it was pulled off.
Then Yin Hang gently pushed An Tong away and comforted him softly: "I'm going to take a bath first. I'll be fine soon."
It wasn't obvious when he was outside, maybe because Yin Hangwen was used to it, but after entering the house, he couldn't stand the burning smell all over his body.
After entering the bathroom, Yin Hang suddenly felt helpless.
The shower gel and soap he needed most now were taken to the dormitory of Qingyu Pavilion, leaving only a bottle of shampoo that was almost empty.
But I have to wash off the coke stuck to my skin first.
Just when Yin Hang finished taking off his clothes, tearing off some larger pieces and throwing them into the trash can, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.
Yin Hang had always lived alone, so he didn't have the habit of locking the door when taking a shower. After the door was pushed open, An Tong walked into the bathroom barefoot in school uniform and trousers, and then in Yin Hang's eyes , and gently took off all his clothes.
"An Tong?"
Yin Hang hurriedly turned his head, feeling a little dazed, while An Tong slowly walked to the shower naked. She was not used to it. After observing for a moment, she found that the shower head could move, so she stood on tiptoes. Take it off.
This was a shower head that was nearly half blocked. After An Tong tested the water temperature with her hands, she turned around gently and looked at him quietly.
Yin Hang was a little stiff, but after a moment of silence, he slowly leaned over and turned his back to her.
An Tong did not use the torn bath towel that even Yin Hang was too embarrassed to bring to the dormitory. Instead, An Tong used her slender fingertips to wipe away the black ash stuck to Yin Hang's body with water. Rub it down bit by bit.
When washing the front, Yin Hang turned slightly sideways, gently held An Tong's wrist, and whispered: "I'll do it myself..."
An Tong still lowered her head and remained silent, but the shower head she held in her hand would occasionally get blocked and make a hissing sound.
After a long stalemate, Yin Hang let go of his hand.
Then An Tong walked up to Yin Hang naked, holding a showerhead, and helped him take a bath in the bathroom with only the sound of water.
Yin Hang didn't know how to describe his current mood.
He really wanted An Tong to scold him as hard as he did before.
Even give yourself a beating.
But she stayed quiet like this, saying nothing, but there were tears in her red eyes.
In fact, most of the carbonized debris on Yin Hang's body fell off when he took off his clothes. The rest was basically carbon dust stuck by sweat. After a short rinse with a shower head, it was basically clean.
After An Tong helped Yin Hang wipe his body, he gently put the shower head back, but did not turn it off. Instead, he bathed under the shower head, wetted his hair, and took a bath quietly. Come.
The next chapter is a little bigger and will take a little longer to refine...
(End of chapter)