If you can't get into the private car in front of you, then it's good to die under this car, but it's just that the driver is suffering, Xiaorou thought so.
She no longer had the strength to shout or run, she was crying for help with her eyes almost closed, her feet fluttering as if she were floating in the air.
The matte black private car braked sharply in front of Liu Xiaorou, and with only a distance of one meter, Xiaorou would be knocked far away.
The moment the car stopped, the driver did not insult ger, the driver was a kind middle-aged man, he ran to the paralyzed Xiaorou, and said anxiously, "Little girl, are you okay?" "
Liu Xiaorou was already confused, and she grabbed the man's trouser legs, not letting go of any chance to escape.
"Take me away, please." She spoke hoarsely, her eyes gradually closed, and under the glare of the headlights, she faintly saw a tall boy walking down the back seat of the car. The boy was fair-skinned and translucent by the headlights, and he was wearing a dark blue student uniform with a name tag pinned to the left side of his chest, on which the words "Xiang Baikai" were engraved.
Liu Xiaorou was suddenly not so afraid, her intuition told her that the boy named Xiang Baikai and the driver in front of her were good people who could save her life.
She grabbed the driver's trouser legs, rubbed the bloody palms of her dirty hands, and held the clean trouser legs into a wrinkled blood mark.
The driver frowned slightly, turned his head and rushed to Bai Kai and said, "She should have run up from the slope, should we take her to the city?" "
Xiang Baikai couldn't have imagined that it was just a sketching trip, and there would be such an episode, he looked at Liu Xiaorou who was dying on the ground, her messy long hair was mixed with straw and dirt, and her small face was dirty like a flower cat.
He thought she was a poor person begging along the road, and he had seen a lot of such people, and when they saw a beautiful and clean car, they would rush up to the car, asking for money or pretending to be pitiful.
Until, when he saw the bloody little feet, he was shocked. He felt a trace of pity for Liu Xiaorou, and more curiosity.
Xiang Baikai opened the backseat door, and his voice was cold, "Take her to the nearest police station." "
Liu Xiaorou had never smelled such a fragrant smell, the car was much warmer and more comfortable than where she slept, and the breath coming from the air conditioner was fragrant, blowing away her fear and sticky sweat.
She occupied the spacious space of the rear seat alone, and the boy named Xiang Baikai looked back at her several times and reminded solemnly, "Don't touch it, the nearest police station can be reached in half an hour." "
Liu Xiaorou felt that she had recovered most of her vitality, she straightened her waist with her body, looked at the driver who was driving steadily, and then looked at Xiang Baikai who was wearing a good-looking uniform.
She has a super good memory, and she never forgets it, and the name tag engraved with gold letters makes her feel safe.
He was a student, and he was a student with an extraordinary temperament.
Xiaorou observed the decoration in the car for a while, and introduce herself, "My name is Liu Xiaorou, I am sixteen years old, thank you for sending me to the police station." "
Xiang Baikai glanced at her slightly, didn't say anything, didn't ask anything. He didn't care about her appearance, just met a difficult little wild cat on the road and rewarded her with a can of food.
A few hours ago, Liu Xiaorou thought that Hong Yi was the best-looking boy of the same age she had ever seen. Not anymore, she thinks Xiang Baikai is even better looking than Hong Yi.
She felt that Xiang Baikai had a strong bookish atmosphere, and it was that bookish atmosphere that made her no longer panic.
Liu Xiaorou, who had regained her senses, also regained her sense of pain, and the tingling sensation in the cone of the soles of her feet spread along the nerves on the soles of her feet to the whole body.
She didn't know how much dirt she had stepped on along the way, or if it would make her wounds fester.
The bones of her body that had just been comfortable were sweating again, and she couldn't help it, "Is there anything can disinfect? I can't stand the pain in my feet. "
The driver pondered for a while, a little embarrassed, "I came out in a hurry this time, I didn't bring a medical kit, only the alcohol for the young master's painting tools to be disinfected, but the alcohol for disinfection... It hurts a lot more than you do now. "
Liu Xiaorou began to spare her life at this time, she finally picked up a life from Xiang Baikai, if the fever caused by the ulceration and inflammation of the wound, she would be tossed in vain.
In the past, there were many cases of death from sepsis caused by fever in the village.
She gritted her teeth, "It's okay, I'll just flush it, I waded through the muddy water, and the muddy water is not clean." "
Xiang Baikai thought that Liu Xiaorou's brain was rusty, and she dared to use alcohol to disinfect the wound.
The car stopped halfway, and the driver took a whole bottle of alcohol and handed it to Liu Xiaorou.
The sky was getting brighter, and her feet were sticking out of the car, holding the alcohol bottle in one hand and pouring it on her feet, and the other hand brushing the mud and wounds on her feet.
Of course she knew the pain, the pain almost made her cry out in her throat, her whole face was twisted together, her face was red and her eyes were red, her whole body hurt, the already thin layer of her face, the painful green vein flare.
She screamed as she shook the fleshy wound, and even then, she didn't stop pouring alcohol, let alone shedding a tear.
Xiang Baikai and the driver were stunned, Xiang Baikai had never seen such a fierce girl, the female friends and classmates in his life circle were all good girls from well-off families, even if they were not well-behaved, they were not so strong.
Xiang Bai Kai looked unwell, turned his head and said to the driver, "You... Go get her clean tissues and give her new socks in the rear compartment for her to put on. "
The driver nodded with a sad face, he naturally had never seen such a hard little girl, not to mention that she was only sixteen years old, the same age as the young master Xiang Baikai.