Ch 77

　"No need." Fu Yingcheng pulled back his sleeve.

　　Ji Fanling raised her eyes to look at him.

　　A very close distance.

　　The young man leaned back slightly, looked away first, and said calmly: "There is no need to mend it."

　　"...I didn't want this clothes at first," he said.

　　Ji Fanling sighed, breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said, "Then let's go upstairs."

　　The unfinished building has six floors in total, and there are no lights in the stairs.

　　Climbing up the narrow staircase in the dark, pushing open the rusty iron door, the open-air rooftop suddenly opened up in front of me.

　　It's half night, and the sky in the distance changes from light white to deep blue. High-rise buildings rise from the ground like giant glass curtains, and the bungalows underneath are unevenly tall and short.

　　Ji Fanling stood on the raised steps at the edge of the rooftop, pointing not far away: "Look there."

　　Fu Yingcheng: "Come down."

　　Ji Fanling: "Huh?"

　　She turned around habitually, her movements were too fast, and she involved Neck wound.

　　The sudden pain caused the girl to squint her eyes, stagger half a step, and half of her feet were missing.

　　Fu Yingcheng's expression suddenly changed, he stepped forward and climbed over the fence, grabbed her wrist, and his voice was as hard as an order: "Get down!"

　　"...What are you afraid of? You won't be able to fall."

　　Ji Fanling didn't care and stepped back for two seconds. Stepping forward, seeing his expression, he pursed his lips and sneered, "You're not afraid of heights, are you?"

　　Fu Yingcheng let go of his hand and frowned at her without saying anything.

　　Ji Fanling turned around and pointed at the giant electronic screen again: "Did you see the stadium next to it?"

　　"What?"

　　"The concert tour starts at eight o'clock. On the rooftop, you can see everything. It's clearer than sitting inside. "Ji Fanling was a little proud when she said this, but after she finished speaking, she glanced at him guiltily:

　　"The singer is Xu Chenglin, do you like him?"

　　Xu Shilin.

　　Never heard of it at all.

　　Fu Yingcheng was no more interested in celebrities than in radishes.

　　"It's okay." Fu Yingcheng said.

　　Ji Fanling rested on the ground with one hand and sat casually on the steps at the edge of the rooftop, with his legs hanging freely outside. He turned his head and saw the young man frowning at the dusty concrete floor that was not yet completed.

　　Ji Fanling touched his pocket, took out a crumpled tissue, spread it out on the ground next to him, and made a gesture of invitation: "Clean paper."

　　Fu Yingcheng's eyes twitched.

　　Ji Fanling: "If you don't believe me, I'll throw you down."

　　Fu Yingcheng took off the torn coat and spread it on the ground. Quan was practicing what he said, "I don't want it anymore."

　　The two of them were sitting side by side on the rooftop, one with one leg bent casually, scribbling in a depressed manner, and the other with his back as straight as a pine, as if he was listening to a lecture.

　　The evening breeze blew past the two completely opposite people.

　　The wind was cool and pleasant, but Fu Yingcheng had a thin layer of sweat on his body.

　　His eyes fell on the girl's erected collar several times.

　　As time passed, a layer of blood gradually appeared on the collar.

　　It was more serious than he thought. He only dealt with the scar on his neck, but the blood stains spread deeper into his back.

　　The blood color is getting thicker and thicker.

　　The bulging veins on the back of the boy's hands were tense.

　　Anxiety that follows you everywhere, like sitting on pins and needles.

　　It was already past eight o'clock, and the concert began to heat up. The explosive opening group dances were surrounded by flames that suddenly sprayed out of the stage, rising upwards with the intensive drumbeats.

　　The screams below were overwhelming and soared into the sky.

　　When the song ended, the girl did nothing but look at the stadium below her feet.

　　Fu Yingcheng finally couldn't help it and said in a cold voice: "Are you here for the concert?"

　　"Otherwise?" Ji Fanling's eyes were confused.

　　"You have time to listen to the concert here, but don't have time to go to the hospital?"

　　Ji Fanling's face dropped: "You care about me?"

　　Fu Yingcheng stared at her with dark eyes.

　　It was a kind of thing where something he cherished was destroyed at will by others, but he could only watch helplessly and annoyed.

　　There are even more obscure ones.

　　The young man was stubborn and refused to admit it, but he felt it firmly.

　　The sharp distress that makes one unable to breathe.

　　Fu Yingcheng's voice was slightly cold: "Are you numb or something? You can't feel the pain?"

　　"I was fine." Ji Fanling turned away, "If you didn't mention it, I would have almost forgotten about it."

　　Fu Yingcheng : "Blame me?"

　　Ji Fanling said coldly: "If you don't want to hear it, go ahead and do it. Don't keep me here."

　　She shared her secret territory, partly because she wanted to see the overjoyed look on Fu Yingcheng's face. expression.

　　Although, it's hard to imagine how much surprise a person like him, who has always been as cold as an iceberg, can have.

　　But, is it hard to show joy?

　　Not at all?

　　Neither of them spoke.

　　They weren't even friends to begin with.

　　Just unfamiliar classmates.

　　Ji Fanling just wanted to tell him to get lost, but Fu Yingcheng didn't just pick up his things and leave as she thought.

　　The young man, who had always been arrogant and could not tolerate sand, just sat beside her, refusing to move or speak. Half of his face was covered in the night, looking gloomy and scary.

　　Ji Fanling glanced at him and then again.

　　strangeness.

　　He looked so angry that he was about to take action... but she still didn't feel the slightest bit of malice in him.

　　Ji Fanling said with a straight face: "Hey, what are you angry about?"

　　"..."

　　"Your face is a little white." Ji Fanling started to worry a little, "Is it because of the bleeding?"

　　"..."

　　"I'm afraid of heights, dizzy, and dirty..." Ji Fanling said to himself and couldn't help laughing.

　　"——Miss Fu."