Holding You Into My Arms

Shen Zhan knew very well that this matter would not end easily, and the situation would only be worse than at MIT. Now Lin Jiayin is sad like this, what about from now on?

He didn't want to see Lin Jiayin, who had a smile on his face all day long, become frowning, crying whenever there is a turmoil.

After staying in a depressing and bad environment for a long time, people in the sun will become silent, gloomy and gloomy, he is like this, let alone Lin Jiayin, who is simply emotional.

Lin Jiayin sucked her nose, raised her hand and wiped away the tears with her sleeves, and choked, "I, I won't cry, I won't cry anymore."

"Don't think about anything," Shen Zhan smiled and ran her thumb over the tears overflowing from the corner of her eye. "Let's go eat."

This smile is too dazzling, even harder to open your eyes than the hot sunlight above your head.

Shen Zhan is such a person. He doesn't seem to care about anything. He doesn't like to talk about it, and he rarely reveals it.

Lin Jiayin didn't dare to cry anymore, because he said that he was almost out of breath, gritted his teeth and suffocated, swallowing the choking sound back into his stomach.

"Eat." Lin Jiayin took a deep breath, fearing that the gap between the teeth would make a crying sound.

Shen Zhan looked at the other side and asked her, "Is that okay?"

"Yes." Lin Jiayin nodded vigorously.

The business of the small shop is not good, perhaps because it is too far away from the school compared to the food court, or the decoration is too simple.

There are eight tables crowded on display, run by an old couple.

The guest was an old man sitting at the innermost, holding a bowl and drinking soup.

Seeing a guest came in, the boss asked enthusiastically what to eat, but when he saw Lin Jiayin who had obviously cried, he choked back in the middle of the conversation and silently handed them a menu.

It's probably a quarrel between the couple, she thought.

"What do you want to eat?" Shen Zhan lowered his eyes, and swiped his fingertips across the smooth menu.

Lin Jiayin sat face to face with him, muttering dullly, "Whatever."

"You can't do it casually." Shen Zhan narrowed his eyebrows.

Lin Jiayin looked at the menu he had pushed over, and pointed indiscreetly, "This."

"What else?" Shen Zhan asked.

Lin Jiayin raised her eyes to look at him, "I...I have no appetite."

Shen Zhan didn't speak, got up and took the menu to the food outlet and stood waiting for their boss. He reported a few dishes that Lin Jiayin liked to eat.

"I may not be able to eat." Lin Jiayin said after he sat down.

Shen Zhan: "If you can't eat, you must eat."

"Shall we go back and explain to them now?" Lin Jiayin asked aggrievedly.

Shen Zhan sighed and held her hand on the table, "Don't think about anything?"

"Not good." Lin Jiayin shook her head stubbornly.

Because there were few people, the dishes came quickly.

Lin Jiayin held the chopsticks and didn't know where to start. She picked up a piece of her favorite spare ribs and put it in the bowl, poke it twice with the chopsticks and then stopped.

"Shall we go back and explain?" Lin Jiayin put down his chopsticks and placed it on the white porcelain bowl, feeling a little dazed.

Both chopsticks fell to the ground and made two soft sounds in succession.

The sound was not loud, but in the quiet little broken restaurant, it was infinitely stretched and amplified like an echo.

"Is the explanation useful?" Shen Zhan handed her his chopsticks, a little irritated inexplicably.

Lin Jiayin looked at him, "Useful, surely useful."

"Don't think about everything too simple." Shen Zhan's voice lowered, "Explain that no one believes it, or the feeling of powerlessness that it doesn't help if you believe it, do you understand?"

"I don't understand, but you can't do nothing, right?" Lin Jiayin's voice raised a little bit, so why did the proud Shen Zhan become as dim as now, depressed in her heart for Shen Zhan's grievance It broke out a little bit, "So you just didn’t argue with a word? Just let them shout at the school gate with a loudspeaker that you killed Zhao Ye! I don’t understand! I don’t understand! But I am wronged, Tao Mo framed me I'm not so wronged, I beg you, can you explain to them now, OK? OK!"

"Little Sun," Shen Zhan frowned, and reached out to wrap her fists clenched from excitement, "Don't be angry."

"I'm not angry," Lin Jiayin broke away from his hand, her voice trembling, "I'm just wronged."

"Wronged," Shen Zhan looked at her, "Do you think I am not wronged?"

"I didn't mean that." Lin Jiayin said.

"Eat first," Shen Zhan said after a moment of silence.

Lin Jiayin didn't take the chopsticks for a long time, "you will explain after you eat, right?"

"Eat." Shen Zhan said again.

Lin Jiayin stared into his eyes for a long time, and finally said, "If you don't explain, I will help you."

She spoke and stood up.

"Lin Jiayin!" Shen Zhan yelled, stood up and grabbed her arm, "You want to tell them that I didn't open the door on purpose, right? Did you think Zhao Ye lied to me to put on the headphones again? He was at the door. I didn't know if it was for half an hour when I asked for help!"

Shen Zhan had never yelled at her before, Lin Jiayin was taken aback, and her yelling made her a little confused.

"I'll just ask if you?" Shen Zhan's voice slowed down.

"Yes!" Lin Jiayin also roared.

"And then?" Shen Zhan walked aside two steps, looking straight at her eyes that turned his head.

"What then?" Lin Jiayin asked.

"Everyone will say that I am right, Zhao Ye's death is none of my business," Shen Zhan continued to look at her, "You think so."

"Yes." Lin Jiayin nodded.

"You think if you believe it, others will believe it too, right?" Shen Zhan asked a little irritably.

"Yes!" Lin Jiayin turned her head and raised her voice.

Shen Zhan suddenly smiled thinking of something.

"Dad didn't believe much, would they believe it?"

"Why?" Lin Jiayin's voice trembled again. She always thought that the conflict between Shen Zhan and his father came from forcing him to become a son at Zhao Ye's house.

"Why?" Shen Zhan looked at her and repeated in a low voice.

Lin Jiayin said: "He is your father, why doesn't he believe you."

"Because I have a cold personality since I was a child, I don't pay attention to everything, and don't have much affection for people or things." Shen Zhan's voice was soft, "Except you."

Although my father didn't say it clearly, he could tell at a glance, such as thinking from the bottom of my heart that he hated Zhao Ye and deliberately didn't open the door.

Lin Jiayin looked at him quietly.

"I look at you happy, and I will be happy too," Shen Zhan's voice was slightly choked, "Why do you have to help me explain? You know, I don't want to see you hurt, I don't want to see Until you stand in public opinion and surrounded by everyone, just like just now, okay?"

Lin Jiayin suddenly felt that she couldn't breathe, she wanted to say something, her lips were half open, but she couldn't speak.

I don't want to see you hurt.

I don't want to see you standing in public opinion surrounded by everyone.

Has he been treated like this before?

She felt it when she saw him in front of Minghu.

That kind of powerlessness, repressed gloom, and the out-of-fit shadow that shrouded his dazzling body, she can still recall that scene even now.

The chest seemed to be broken into a hole that leaked everywhere, chilly.

"Stop thinking about this, okay? Little Sun," Shen Zhan said softly, "I have to untie the shackles on my back. No one else can do it. Even you can't. You just have to eat well every day. Smile at me, I can get better."

Lin Jiayin looked at him.

"I know you are wronged for me, and I am wronged too, but I can't help it." Shen Zhan pulled her back on the seat and pressed her down, "You eat."

Lin Jiayin hesitated, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of meat on the dish in front of him, moving his mouth like chewing wax.

This was the first time she heard Shen Zhan say there was no way, and never thought that these three words would come out of his mouth. He was so good, so powerful, and omnipotent.

Lin Jiayin's throat was blocked, she couldn't swallow what was in her mouth, and her chest became stuffy. She regretted what she had done just now.

She has never experienced it and can't empathize.

but……

She suddenly understood a problem. Shen Zhan, who had struggled once, did not dare to struggle a second time. He seemed to be scared... fear of the powerlessness that swept through the body that no one believed after the explanation.

But there is always something to do.

"Then you don't do anything?" Lin Jiayin reluctantly swallowed a whole piece of meat, "you can't do nothing."

"Dad will do it, the school will do it." Shen Zhan said.

Lin Jiayin bit her lip, "How about you?"

"Me?" Shen Zhan thought for a while, "it depends on the situation."

Lin Jiayin said in a low voice.

As if hearing the disappointment in her tone, Shen Zhan took out the phone, flicked a few fingers on the screen, and clicked on a forum, "Look at it."

Lin Jiayin took the phone questioningly. It was a forum, all in English.

Although she did not get good grades when she was studying, she was still good at English. After a quick glance, her breathing was not smooth.

"This is the MIT school forum." Shen Zhan said, "The username of SZ is me."

Lin Jiayin bit her lower lip.

Shen Zhan responded in almost every floor, whether it was questioning or abusive.

After replying word by word, it brought more vicious sarcasm.

Lin Jiayin held the phone and couldn't speak.

"It's a coincidence. When I made the transcript, I also admitted that I heard his chest pain." Shen Zhan took the phone back. "I wouldn't believe it if it wasn't for me."

"I believe it," Lin Jiayin looked at him, "I believe it."

"You believe everything I say." Shen Zhan smiled.

Lin Jiayin shook her head, "It's not because I like you, I know very well, if you know that Zhao Ye is in danger of life, you will definitely open the door."

"That's not necessarily." Shen Zhan tried to relax his tone as much as possible, trying to break the downturn between the two.

"No," Lin Jiayin looked directly into his eyes, "You will, definitely will."

"Yes, I will." Shen Zhan took a deep breath.

Although seventeen years old is not mature enough, no one hates a person to make fun of life.

Lin Jiayin wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, and finally the phone rang.

"Your cell phone." Lin Jiayin said.

Shen Zhan turned off the sound and put the phone on the desktop, silently vibrating, and the screen lit up.

"Don't answer?" Lin Jiayin worried.

Shen Zhan said: "We will pick up and eat first."

He seems to be obsessed with whether she eats or not, and eating it seems to mean that she will not think about it and feel sorry for him.

"Don't you answer the counselor's?" It was his mother who called before. This time the caller ID changed.

Shen Zhan grabbed the phone and turned it off.

The author has something to say: You all ran away, then leave me alone with the code word, and it depends on the situation.