Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Although Xia Zhiye did not develop a more extravagant lifestyle like most of the rich second generation due to the way his parents raised him since he was a child, he has always been casual in terms of material things. His grandfather often reported the loss of his credit card, so apart from Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu, no one knew that he was actually a rich second-generation.

    But this is the first time someone has used the word "poor".

    Xia Zhiye looked at the words "fixed-point poverty alleviation", and after a long silence, sent three words with luck: [He is poor? ]

    [YAN]: The family situation is special and life is not easy

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: So you were good to him because you wanted to help him?

    [YAN]: Pretty much, not the kind of **** you're thinking about. But don't ask or talk about this in the future, after all, other people's private affairs

    [YAN]: Okay, let's play your game, if no one buys the watch, you can just send it away for 20,000 to 30,000 yuan

    [YAN]: down

    The moment Song Yan's head turned gray, Xia Zhiye felt that his world had also turned black and white.

    Song Yan didn't like him.

    Song Yan treats him well just because he is helping the poor.

    Song Yan doesn't like him.

    Song Yan doesn't like him?

    Xia Zhiye sat on the spot, looked at the chat record on the phone screen, fixed his eyes on the poor character, did not move, until a long time later, slowly got up, picked up his jacket, and opened it door.

    Song Yan raised her head: "Where are you going?"

    "Go be quiet."

    Xia Zhiye simply answered three words, then closed the door and left, the footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

    Song Yan raised her eyebrows slightly.

    Why does he feel that Xia Zhiye seems a little unhappy?

    In fact, it was just a very ordinary expression and tone, but Song Yan just felt that something was different from usual.

    Maybe because in his subconscious, Xia Zhiye should always smile lazily.

    Suddenly so calm and serious, he was a little uncomfortable.

    So what happened?

    Song Yan first called Grandma Liu, and when Grandma Liu answered the phone, she heard Song Yan's voice, and immediately asked him if he had a good meal and why he didn't have a good meal on weekends Come home for dinner, are you losing weight again?

    Song Yan listened to the nagging patiently, agreed with Grandma Liu, and hung up the phone.

    Not at home.

    It shouldn't be the school either.

    Did something happen to you when you were in the dark with that good sister?

    Song Yan click to open the companion software.

    [System]: Prompt: Received a refund of 300 yuan from the registered user [Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]

    [People are rich and rich]:?

    Xia Zhiye returned very quickly this time.

    [People are rich and rich]: Don't you need money to buy gifts for those you like?

    [Pure and beautiful male high school students play online]: No need for now

    No longer needed.

    I don’t need money anymore, or I don’t need to buy gifts for those I like.

    Song Yan tapped the screen twice with her fingertips, wondering if she should ask.

    If it was according to his temperament in the past, he would not care at all, just collect the money, throw away the mobile phone, and do whatever he likes.

    He plans to do the same now, anyway, Xia Zhiye's relationship is none of his business.

      ]

    The opposite party responded very slowly this time, and it took a long time to reply: [No, he doesn't like me, it's me who has always been self-indulgent]

    Song Yan felt a little strange when she saw this sentence.

    He seemed a little unhappy and didn't quite understand why some people didn't like Xia Zhiye, but he seemed relieved for no reason. faded in between.

      ]

    The other party did not reply.

    Five minutes passed, no reply.

    Ten minutes later, still no reply.

    After waiting for twenty minutes, Song Yan finally couldn't help but send another question mark: [? Is brother still there? ]

     Still no reply, no movement.

    Maybe the companion software went offline, Song Yan opened WeChat and clicked on the avatar with the remarks named [big fool].

    [YAN]: where

    Three minutes passed.

    Nothing happened.

    “…”

    Song Yan, who was used to Xia Zhiye returning to himself in seconds, was suddenly very uncomfortable.

    Open Xia Zhiye's circle of friends.

    At a glance, the last friend sent was twenty-eight minutes ago.

    Content: Song link: 〖Love a person who shouldn't love〗[Lighting][Lighting][Lighting]

    Pictured: A white candle teetering on the edge of the table

      Me! Let me break my heart and cry alone..."

    Song Yan: "…"

    Xia Zhiye's music library is something strange.

    Wait?

    What does this candle mean?

    Fuck.

    Xia Zhiye is not really a big fool.

    Song Yan clicked on the picture, zoomed in, and saw the faintly visible word "Feng Roast" on the red signboard at the bottom right of the picture. out, and quickly ran downstairs.

    ·

    The BGM in the store has been changed from Qi Long's "In Love with Someone You Shouldn't Love" to Qi Qin's "Don't Let My Tears Stay With Me Overnight".

    It's really fitting.

    Xia Zhiye opened a can of Coke.

     With a "chirp" sound, the bubbles just emerged from the gap of the tin can, before taking a sip, there was an angry "Xia Zhiye!" The fat house happy water in his hand was frightened and died heroically.

      Just ran wildly.

    The hair that had not had time to blow-dry after washing was also willfully raised on the top of the head because of the fast running, which formed a huge contrast with the cold and angry expression on his face.

      Frozen red.

    I was sick just a few days ago, do you want to go to the hospital again?

      The convenience store next door.

    When I came out, I already had a pair of cashmere socks I just bought. Seeing that I wanted to lower myself and help Song Yan put it on, Song Yan hurriedly grabbed it and said, "I'll do it myself."

    Xia Zhiye stood up, watched him put on his socks obediently, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

    "What are you talking about?" Song Yan raised her head angrily, "What's the matter, don't you have any points in your heart?"

    The tone was cold and irritable.

    Looks a little pissed.

    Xia Zhiye: "?"

    Why is Song Yan suddenly angry?

    "And how the music is played in this store, can you have some fun in the big night?" Song Yan heard the tone of life and death, and his heart was directly angry.

    The lady at the front desk who was innocently lying with a gun: "?"

    What's wrong with music?

    Okay, out of the principle of customer demand first, she silently cut the playlist to "Good Days".

    Song Yan: "…"

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    Song Yan endured it, and decided not to worry about these details, just talk to Xia Zhiye about the business, and pointed to the candle at the corner of the table: "Are you a sacrifice or a soul call?"

    "This is the power outage in the store last night, and it was left on the table today."

    "Then what photos did you take and what circle of friends did you take?"

    "A symbolic tribute to my just-dead love."

    Song Yan: "…"

    It's pretty ceremonial.

    "Okay, but what's going on." Song Yan pointed at the cans that were lying in the shadow of the table and couldn't see the real packaging.

    "That's a can of Coke you just scared off."

    “…”

    "Then why don't you answer WeChat or answer the phone?"

    "The phone was out of power, and they didn't have a shared power bank in the store, so they threw it at the front desk."

    “…”

    Song Yan felt that Xia Zhiye was not a fool, but himself.

    He turned his head and was about to leave, but Xia Zhiye grabbed his shoulders and grabbed it back. He held back his smile and asked, "What? We are tired of bro, are we worried that I can't think about it because of my lovelorn?"

    Song Yan slapped his claws and said coldly, "I only worry about you when I have a problem."

    After saying that, I am ready to go again.

    But she heard Xia Zhiye whispering behind him: "But I'm really sad, what should I do."

    Song Yan paused and slowly turned sideways.

    Xia Zhiye only wore a thin sweater in the night, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, but his eyebrows were not curved, and his light brown eyes also revealed an indescribable loss and sadness.

    Song Yan had never seen Xia Zhiye's expression like this before, she felt very uncomfortable, seemed a little sour, and inexplicably a little annoying.

    He won't comfort people, he can only throw out a sentence: "What's so sad, just say goodbye, the next one will be better."

    "But no one is better than him."

    Hearing this, Song Yan suddenly became angry: "Is she some kind of fairy?"

    Xia Zhiye nodded: "Well, Tianxian, she looks good, has a good personality, and is very good to me."

    Being dumped and saying kind words to others like that, Song hates Tiebucheng: "You like her, she knows that you like him, but she doesn't like you, and then treats you very well, this is What do you mean? Just fishing for you?"

    "..." Hearing Song Yan scolding me, Xia Zhiye felt a bit magical and difficult to explain, "He's not that kind of person, don't say that."

    "You mean I'm wrong? Are you protecting her?"

    This was the first time Xia Zhiye didn't speak to him, although Song Yan didn't realize why she was unhappy.

    However, the tone became cold and honest for a moment, "Okay, I'm nosy."

    Turn around and leave.

    Why is this little angry so angry?

    Xia Zhiye reached out and grabbed his wrist bone: "No, that's not what I meant. I mean he doesn't know I like him yet."

    "He doesn't know?" Song Yan paused and frowned, "What do you mean? You didn't confess?"

    "Hmm."

    "Then you are sad here?"

    "Because I knew he didn't like me before I confessed, and I misunderstood how good he was to me before, so I don't know whether I should pursue it or not."

    Xia Zhiye Songsong grabbed Song Yan's wrist and looked down at him, as if trying to see something from his face.

     And Song Yan didn't notice it, just answered impatiently: "If you want to chase, chase, if you don't want to chase, don't chase, what should be."

    "If I want to chase, if it's an ordinary girl, I'll definitely chase it, but his situation is special, I'm afraid that if I confess directly and continue to chase, I may not even have to be friends in the future, but that's it If I gave up, I would be reluctant."

    When Xia Zhiye said this, there were all kinds of concerns and affection in the bottom of his eyes because he liked it, and it didn't seem like a fake.

    Song Yan just raised her eyes and glanced at it, and her uncomfortable feeling became even more obvious, but in the end she was worried that Xia Zhiye was really down because of her lovelorn, so she slowed down her tone and asked: " Do you really like her that much?"

    "Well, I really like it that much."

    "Then figure out what she's thinking."

    "What do you mean?"

    "First find out if she can accept your liking, chase if she can, if not... Anyway, there are many ways to like a person, just look at it. It's better than you guess here. Guess to be strong."

    Song Yan has never said so much love, love and hypocrisy. Feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable, she looked down at the ground, her toes rubbed back and forth on a fallen leaf, trying to escape Xia Zhiye's eyes.

    Xia Zhiye smiled when he looked at his messy hair and messy dress.

    He felt that Song Yan was right.

    Instead of guessing here, just figure it out.

    Otherwise, someone has been so arrogantly good to him, it would be difficult for him to think about it.

    Remembering the last time I came here, I had to pass every roast. After drinking three cans of beer, someone stretched out his hand and said, "Brother pulls" and answered any questions. Xia Zhiye whispered: "You're right. But what if I'm still sad?"

    Song Yan stopped rubbing the fallen leaves and looked up at Xia Zhiye.

    Xia Zhiye said with a smile: "Anyway, tomorrow weekend, how about our geek accompany me to borrow wine to pour out my sorrows?"

    It seems that I really like it, so I am really sad, but I am afraid that I am worried, so I have to force a smile.

    The temperature of ironing came from Xia Zhiye's coat, Song Yan hid his chin in the collar and lowered his eyes: "Well, I'll treat you."

    He is feeling sorry for Xia Zhiye.

    Xia Zhiye, who was distressed by him, evoked a somewhat successful and helpless smile where he couldn't see it.

    It's so easy to deceive, what can I do in the future.