Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    It was obviously a sentence that should be violently beaten by Song Yan, but at that moment Song Yan didn't know why, and suddenly there was a guilty conscience for no reason, and she didn't want Xia Zhiye to continue with the following words.

    Although he couldn't tell what the source of this guilty conscience was, his subconscious instinct surpassed his sober emotional cognition. should listen.

    Fortunately, the sightseeing car just arrived at the medical room, and he took Xia Zhiye's hand away: "You are a **** fool."

    Then with long legs, she quickly escaped from the sightseeing car.

    "Are you still running?"

    Xia Zhiye's tone was a little angry and a little funny.

    Song Yan said with a stern face: "Release."

    "You continue to be stubborn." This time Xia Zhiye didn't give in to Song Yan's obscenity, and directly lifted Song Yan and put him on the bed in the medical room, "Doctor, his waist It seems to be injured, please help."

    Song Yancai realized once again that if it was purely physical strength, he should really be unable to beat Xia Zhiye, so he simply lay on the bed, buried his head in the pillow, and pretended not to hear anything, Seeing nothing, escaping any conversation that might come next.

    It was the first time that Xia Zhiye saw someone who was pulling up to the sky every day in such an ostrich posture, standing beside the bed, watching his waist twitch in pain from the doctor's pressure He sucked, lightly grinding the back molars, really wanted to pick up someone on the spot and educate them.

    Fortunately, the situation was not serious, and the doctor quickly made a professional judgment: "It's the slightest strain. I'll give you an ice pack later, and rest for a few days. It'll be fine."

    Xia Zhiye was still worried: "But he looks quite painful."

    "Who's to blame?" The doctor asked directly, "No matter how minor a strain is, you need to rest. If you don't deal with it properly, even if you go rock climbing, he doesn't hurt you?"

    As he said that, he dropped a huge white eye and turned to go out to get an ice pack.

    Xia Zhiye was finally relieved, looking at Song Yan's whole head buried in the pillow and only the pointy ears left, he squatted down, got close to Song Yan's ears, and let out a low laugh : "I do hurt."

    Song Yan's ears twitched.

    Xia Zhiye: "I feel bad."

    Song Yan: "…"

    After three seconds of frozen silence, Song Yan sat up and gnashed her teeth, picked up a pillow and smashed it on Xia Zhiye's face: "Can you **** stop being so dirty!"

    "Crap? I have more stuff, if you want to hear..."

    "Shut up! Hiss-"

    Song Yan took another breath before he finished beating.

    Just happened to bump into the doctor who came in with an ice pack, saw that the patient was still trying to commit murder in the medical room, and immediately collapsed: "You try another one? I'll be in bed for half my life!"

    "Then only I will serve you." Xia Zhiye propped his chin up, raised his head, and smiled shamelessly.

    Song Yan sat on the bed, clutching the pillow, wishing to cover him to death, but since there was a third party, she could only lie back on the bed with gnashing teeth.

    The doctor helped him put the ice pack on, and then motioned Xia Zhiye to come and help him hold it down: "Apply it for 20 to 30 minutes, apply it again at night after returning home, and apply it again during the day tomorrow."

    "Okay, no problem."

    Xia Zhiye seemed to be reliable, so the doctor left with confidence.

    As soon as she brought the door, Song Yan flew up and kicked Xia Zhiye: "Go away for Lao Tzu!"

    Then Xia Zhiye easily grabbed her ankle and pressed it back: "If you move again, I will sit on your lap."

    "..." Song Yannao made up the scene, "Xia Zhiye, are you ill?"

    "Who are you talking about who is sick?" Xia Zhiye asked confidently, "Who knows that he has been injured and insists on rock climbing and then gets carried here in the cold weather. Ice cubes? Are you sick or am I sick?"

    Song Yan knew what was wrong and chose to lie down in silence.

    "So can you tell me why you insisted on climbing?" Xia Zhiye didn't think that Song Yan was such an impulsive and irrational person, there must be some special reason. He did such a thing, so he asked in a low voice.

    Song Yan was lying on the bed, drooping her eyelids, covering her emotions, and replied coldly: "It's nothing, I just don't want to lose to that Ultraman."

    "For Little Mahjong?"

    Xia Zhiye didn't believe Song Yan's nonsense at all, and asked directly.

    Song Yan quickly denied: "No."

    Xia Zhiye nodded: "Then I will turn around and tell Xiaomajong that her disgusted brother was seriously injured in order to satisfy her wish, making her feel guilty and sad for the rest of her life."

    "?" Song Yan looked back at Xia Zhiye, "You don't understand human language?"

    Xia Zhiye turned the ice bag over: "Then you have to speak human words first."

    “…”

    Song Yan sees that Xia Zhiye has made a real move about what happened today. He must be fooled by himself, and he doesn't want Xia Zhiye to bring up other things again.

    So I lay down again, "Not for the little mahjong, but for myself."

    The voice was half covered in the pillow, it sounded a little dull and a little far: "This is my first time to an amusement park."

    Xia Zhiye's hand holding the ice pack paused.

    "When I was young, my mother was always sick, and my father didn't care about me. I have never been to an amusement park. Every time I see other children go to the amusement park with their parents, I am very envious , so I clamored for them to take me there."

    "My dad seemed to be in a good mood that day, and promised to take me and my mom there on the weekend, so my mom was also in a good mood."

    "I still remember that the sky in Beijing was very blue that day. My mother dressed up very beautifully and changed me into a small dress. We waited for my father at home. He was on TV with other women at events."

    "That was the last time I saw my mother, and I never went to the amusement park again."

    "So I don't want to be an adult like my dad, and I don't want to disappoint other kids, it's that simple."

      Stubborn and awkward.

    Xia Zhiye's fingers on the ice pack were frozen a little.

    Song Yan listened to him without moving for a while, turned around, saw that he was drooping his eyelids as if in a daze, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

    Xia Zhiye raised his eyes: "Nothing, just thinking that the fireworks show is about to start, do you want to see it?"

    "?"

    Before Song Yan could understand what this meant, Xia Zhiye put down the ice pack, arranged for Song Yan's clothes, then dragged him up half-holding and half-coaxing him, and walked out holding hands .

    Song Yan was just a little ignorant at his mercy the whole time, and didn't realize what was going on.

    In his imagination, after he said this, Xia Zhiye would either say some words of comfort and compassion, or scold him a few words of a fool. So unresponsive as if he didn't hear that big paragraph of his own, what does it mean?

    There are people coming and going, the waist is not so painful after the cold compress, but Xia Zhiye's right hand intertwined with ten fingers is scorching hot, and the pair of lovers bracelets between the two wrist bones is also obviously dazzling .

    Song Yan shook his hand, trying to break free, but Xia Zhiye's fingers tightened.

    Two big boys wearing the same shield iron sweater holding hands and walking in the amusement park are eye-catching,

    Noticing that several girls around were covering their mouths and snickering without malicious intent, Song Yan felt a little hot in his ears, gritted his teeth, and said viciously: "Xia Zhiye, what do you want?"

    "Take you to the fireworks show."

    Xia Zhiye answered naturally.

    Song Yan said angrily, "When did I say I wanted to watch the fireworks show?"

    "Isn't it that I didn't watch it when I was a kid?"

    "I saw the Japanese fireworks display."

    "With whom?"

    "Summer camp teacher."

    "That's different this time."

    "How is it different?"

    Xia Zhiye paused, turned around, and said with a smile, "Because I watched it at the amusement park with me this time."

    The end of Fairy Tale Street is the river bank, opposite the river bank is the castle where the fireworks show is performed.

     A gentle and seductive look.

    Song Yan: "…"

    Fuck.

    His heart is really bad.

    In order to avoid a real heart attack, Song Yan's will to survive made Song Yan throw Xia Zhiye's hand away, but she accidentally bumped into a small dot in the crowd.

    But a pair of arms with the cuffs of a business shirt folded took a step ahead of him and hugged Little Dot softly but firmly: "Baby don't cry, Daddy hugs."

    The lady next to her in a skirt and a men's suit jacket also hurriedly handed over a string of marshmallows: "Baby don't cry, Mommy feed you candy, okay?"

    The little one's tears instantly turned into snot bubbles, and he grinned: "Okay!"

    Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "Sorry, I was not careful."

    The man wearing only a shirt and suit pants said with a low smile: "It's okay, children are not so squeamish, don't worry about it."

    After finishing speaking, he held his son in one hand and his wife in the other, and leaned in a safer direction.

      In a pair, the wife held the marshmallow high and smiled and fed it to the big and small beside her.

    Just by looking at it, you can tell that it is a happy family of three.

    This is the warmth that Song Yan has never experienced in her life and will never experience again.

    For example, he couldn't cry since he was a child.

    Because when I was a child crying, my mother would go crazy.

    If you cry when you grow up, Song Minghai will call him trash.

    So he better not watch this kind of scene, anyway, he has passed the naive age where he wants these companionship and pampering the most, no big deal.

    Song Yan looked away, put her sweater and hat on her head, and hid her eyebrows and eyes in the shadows, revealing only her thin, cold jaw and slightly taut lips.

    Xia Zhiye saw it in his eyes, ran silently in his heart, rubbed his hat, and said in a low voice, "You stand here and don't move..."

    Before finishing speaking, Song Yan interrupted: "If you dare to buy oranges, you will die."

    “…”

    It's really not cooperative at all.

    Xia Zhiye chuckled, "Don't worry, I don't buy oranges, wait for me here, don't run around."

    After saying that, he squeezed out through the dense crowd.

    Song Yan felt inexplicable, turned around, leaned on the railing, and looked at the fairy tale castle opposite.

    When I was a child, I always thought that the amusement park was the most mysterious place in the world. As long as I went to the amusement park, it was like entering a fairy tale world, and everyone laughed happily.

    In fact, it seems to be the case, the crowd around them is noisy and crowded, some are a happy family of three, some are young couples who are in love, and no matter how bad it is, the boys and girls who are gags are hilariously laughing and scolding.

    Only he was as redundant in the crowd as ever.

    So why did he agree to Xia Zhiye to come to the amusement park, and why was he brought to watch some fireworks show inexplicably.

    Song Yan felt irritable and turned to leave.

    The little guy who was just knocked down by him didn't know when he rubbed against him again, wearing a little Donald Duck hat, holding a cotton candy, raised his head, and blinked: " Does my brother have no parents, how can he be alone?"

    Although I know that in this two- or three-year-old kid, interpersonal relationships may be limited to parents, mothers, grandparents, and I don't mean to be scolding, Song Yan still felt a little bit violent at that moment. hit.

    He looked down at Xiaodian, just not knowing how to answer this question, when he felt his shoulders being hugged from behind, and then a lazy voice came from his ear: "Brother There is a big brother, he is not alone."

    At that moment, Song Yan didn't know why, and felt that Xia Zhiye's words seemed not to answer Xiaodian, but to him.

    He turned his head, and it happened to meet Xia Zhiye's smiling eyes, his heart beat fast, and he avoided his eyes in a hurry: "In front of a child, what nonsense are you talking about? ."

    "What did I say?"

    Xia Zhiye put his arms around Song Yan's shoulders, turned his head to look at him, "Why, our brother Yan is shy."

    Song Yan wanted to directly scold "Fuck you", but there was a little **** next to him, so he could only resist the urge to curse and slap him open: "Don't bother me !"

    "I won't bother you with this."

    "?"

    Song Yanwei raised her head, looked down from under the brim of her hat, and saw a huge ball of marshmallows and a Mickey luminous headband dangling gently in front of him.

    "...Go away! I don't wear it! Xia Zhiye, I beat someone... um."

    Song Yan was halfway through his scolding, and suddenly a light pink cotton candy was stuffed into his mouth.

    The strawberry-flavored soft fudge shreds on the tip of the tongue, soaking the taste buds. It was originally sweet and a little greasy, but it just dispelled the bitterness of the original pantothenic acid.

    While he was stunned, Xia Zhiye put Mickey's headband on his head through the sweater hat.

    Song Yan reacted and was so angry that she wanted to kick Xia Zhiye directly to death, but the moment she looked up, she saw the big Minnie headband on Xia Zhiye's head. The big boy is inexplicably cute.

    And this very cute big boy is still looking at him with a smile: "Yes, our geezer is naturally beautiful, and it looks good in anything."

    So the tone in Song Yan's heart was inexplicably stuck there, he couldn't get up, and he couldn't get down, so he could only throw out a cold voice: "What's wrong with you."

     "It's nothing, I just think that other children have it, and our Song Yan children should have it too." Xia Zhiye looked down at him, his brows were slightly curved, and his smile was loose and indulgent.

    At that moment, that kind of inexplicable guilt and panic flooded Song Yan's heart again. He didn't want to face this emotion, and he didn't want to hear Xia Zhiye continue to say the next words.

    He ripped off the headband on his head and shoved it into Xia Zhiye's hand with a cold face: "I said, things that I didn't want when I was a child will no longer be wanted when they grow up, can't you listen? Understand."

    After he finished speaking, he turned around and squeezed into the crowd, trying to leave this lively place that was out of tune with him.

    The wrist was grasped by the familiar warm palm: "Is that marshmallow sweet?"

    A question that made no sense, Song Yan paused slightly.

    But he didn't answer, it was the most obvious answer.

    "So you see, what you wanted when you were young, you may not want it when you grow up."

    "Xia Zhiye, what do you mean?"

    Song Yan asked very coldly.

    Xia Zhiye replied patiently and gently: "I mean don't get it because you wanted it when you were young, and say you don't want it because you're afraid of not getting it when you grow up."

    Like sugar.

    Such as toys.

    Like love and companionship.

    "Song Yan, what you want, what you like, there is no shame at all, there is no need to escape."

    "I didn't run away."

    "Then look back."

    “…”

    Song Yan was so upset that she wanted to disappear from here immediately, and she didn't know what she would face when she turned around.

    But he knew that if he didn't turn his back, he would never be able to prove to Xia Zhiye and himself that he was simply not wanting rather than escaping.

    So he turned around and looked at Xia Zhiye, with a calm and indifferent expression: "Xia Zhiye, what do I want, what do I like, what does it have to do with you, why are you not..."

    "Because I like you."

    Song Yan was halfway through questioning, and was suddenly interrupted. He was stunned for a while, and looked at Xia Zhiye with blank and disbelieving eyes.

     It’s not healthy, it’s hard to be sad. Care about what you want and like.”

    "Song Yan, these are all because I like you, I like you very much, so do you understand now?"

    The clock strikes exactly eighth.

    The fireworks exploded in the night sky with the most gorgeous and decisive gesture, and then scattered all over the place, everyone applauded and cheered.

    Only the young man in the crowd heard that sentence of love that he couldn't escape in the end.

    Xia Zhiye is right, it's not that he doesn't want it, he just wants to escape.

    But the person who likes him is far braver than him.