Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    However, there are only six classes in the second year of high school.

    So Song Yan and Xia Zhiye did not escape the legal net in the end, and were arrested and brought to justice together with the hot pot.

    When Ruan Tian received the news to claim them, he saw two stinky brats huddled in the warm security room, with their long legs obediently sitting face to face in front of the little pony.

    In the middle is a simple table made of two stools. The takeaway hot pot is placed on it, steaming hot, and the red soup is sizzling and fragrant.

    There was light snow outside the window, and the two of them were in the midst of the steaming heat, each holding a small bowl and eating shashha.

    Sure enough, before I opened the door of the security room, I saw the security uncle took a cup of boiled water and handed it to Song Yan: "Come, drink some water, don't be spicy, you northerners can't eat us Nanwu is so spicy, isn't it?"

    Song Yan really can't eat it, even if it's just a slightly spicy base, her lips are already red and slightly swollen, but the hot pot with butter base is too fragrant, and once she eats it, she can't stop. Just as he was breathing hard, the security uncle handed over the paper cup.

    Quickly took it and said, "Thank you."

    Uncle Security also heard more or less about the radio room in the afternoon, and listened to Xia Zhiye adding fuel to his story about how Song Yan was wrongly framed and then forced to leave his hometown from Beijing to South Korea alone Wu, father didn't care about mother, didn't love mother, and when he was heartbroken, he just wanted to eat a hot pot story, and when he saw Song Yan, he brought a filter of "yellow in the cabbage field".

    Seeing that this child is so fair and beautiful and so polite, and thinking of the vicious words said by another student on the radio that I heard this afternoon, I couldn't help but sighed lovingly: "It's okay, you drink slowly, eat slowly, and I'll talk for you when your teacher comes."

    Ruan Tian was worried that the two would be scolded by the security guard, but the security guard interceded for them, both angry and funny.

    The uncle of the security waved his hand generously: "It's okay, isn't it just that the child is greedy, what a big deal. And these two children are very sensible, and they helped me fix my mobile phone, which is very considerate. , don't scold them. Also, you two should go with the teacher after eating, and go back and make a mistake for the teacher, do you hear me?!"

    The two nodded, "I hear you."

    I don't see the usual cool and cool big guy at all.

    Forget Xia Zhiye, Song Yan is such a cool boy, why is he being led astray?

    Ruan Tian was puzzled.

    Simply gave up, moved a little pony and sat down next to them, ate hot pot together, and took them out of the security room after eating and packing.

    On Sunday night, there was no one on the campus where there was light snow. Three teachers and students were in front and two behind, with their hands in their pockets, walking slowly under the dim street lights.

    Ruan Tian didn't even bother to look back and said "ha": "I heard that some people are going back to practice oral English?"

    Song Yan: "…"

    "There are some people who told the leading teacher that there was something at home, so they didn't attend the celebration banquet, but they came back to deliver food?"

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    "Huh." Ruan Tian sneered, stopped, turned around, raised the corner of his eyes, and looked at them coldly, "Don't think your little teachers don't know."

    Ruan Tian, ​​who has always been gentle and talkative, has rarely been so serious and severe.

    Song Yan suddenly stopped breathing, her heart tightened instantly, and her fingers in her pockets unknowingly squeezed into her palms, for fear that Ruan Tian would pierce his secret in the next second of undiscovered minds.

    And what if Ruan Tian really pierced him?

     Denial, impossible to deny.

    He didn't want to deny Xia Zhiye's intentions, nor his own.

    If he admits it, his relationship with Xia Zhiye is not the same as ordinary puppy love.

    Not true.

    He and Xia Zhiye have not officially started puppy love yet.

    So the relationship between him and Xia Zhiye will be ruthlessly killed before they bloom?

    If this is the case, what will Xia Zhiye do, will he still like himself? Will he feel the pressure is too much and give up? Probably not, and neither will I...

    So are they going to admit it outright? is this okay? Will it have any adverse effects on Xia Zhiye?

    Just when Song Yanman's mind wandered, Ruan Tian angrily said the next sentence: "You just want to secretly eat hot pot behind the back of the teacher!"

    Song Yan: "."

    Ruan Tian was very angry: "If you want to eat hot pot, tell the teacher! The teacher can take you out to eat! Do you know how bad the teacher's cafeteria is! I am alone at night! Not full!"

    Looking at the angry Ruan Tian in front of him, Xia Zhiye and Song Yan realized that their class teacher, who was under 25 years old, was indeed very innocent.

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    Song Yan: "…"

    "I'm sorry, teacher."

    "Forget it." Ruan Tian said angrily, "I forgive you this time, but tomorrow, Xia Zhiye, you go back to the class for me, and Song Yan, you prepare me well for the game, the day after tomorrow the game is over, The teacher invites you to eat hot pot again, do you hear?"

    After he finished speaking, he glared at Xia Zhiye: "Especially you, you are not allowed to skip classes tomorrow or the day after tomorrow! Don't think that you can be lawless if you win the gold award, but..."

    Ruan Tian hesitated for a moment: "But I can give you a fake note for self-study at night. You come as a student representative and give Song Yan a flower or something."

    Song Yannao made up for that scene and had a headache: "It's not necessary to present flowers."

    "Why not, your level is at least the top three, don't you deserve to have a flower?" Ruan Tian is righteous.

    Xia Zhiye next to him seemed to be thinking of something, and his eyes flashed a little bit of a bad idea of ​​a smile: "Well, I also think that flowers must be presented, Tianmei, Don't worry, this matter is left to me."

    Ruan Tian nodded with satisfaction: "That's almost it. Okay, Song Yan, you can send Xia Zhiye to the school gate, I have to go back to prepare tomorrow's PPT."

    "Well, goodbye Tian Mei."

    Song Yan gave him a vigilant look: "Don't make trouble."

    Xia Zhiye put his arms around Song Yan's shoulders when his arms were down, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, your wild brother, I am the most reliable in the world, and I will never cause trouble."

    I believe in you.

    Song Yan didn't bother to pay any attention to him, put his hands in his pockets, and continued to walk towards the school gate expressionlessly, but didn't say anything, he let Xia Zhiye hook his shoulders and hug his back, whispering and laughing what.

    It wasn't until Xia Zhiye tilted his head and coughed twice that he lifted his eyelids, looked over, and just wanted to ask Xia Zhiye if he had a cold, but at a glance he swept across Xia Zhiye's empty neck.

      A snowflake kissed the Adam's apple, and then it melted away coldly, looking cold.

    He doesn't cough, who coughs.

    Song Yan's tone suddenly became cold: "You can't pull the zipper?"

    Xia Zhiye relied on his youth and good health, so he was used to doing things wrong, so he didn't care: "The zipper is pulled too high, it doesn't look good."

    Who you want to see.

    Song Yan originally wanted to say this, but she felt too jealous, so she replaced it with a cold sentence: "Then you can't wear a scarf?"

    Xia Zhiye has been able to skillfully convert Song Yan's cold words into small and gentle care, smiled and hugged Song Yan, and said casually: "I don't have a scarf, why, I want to Do you want to buy me one?"

    Xia Zhiye turned his head to look at Song Yan, slightly arched his eyebrows, and his tone was a little coquettish.

    He originally thought that it would be Christmas Eve in two days, or his own birthday. He didn't dare to think about anything else, but if he could deceive Song Yan for a small birthday present, he would be very happy. Satisfied.

    However, these words fell into Song Yan's ears, but his heart suddenly softened.

    So this person didn't even have the money to buy a scarf, but he still wanted to deliver hot pot for himself, he was really a prodigal.

    Thinking of this, Song Yan retracted her gaze, lowered her eyelashes, and said "um".

    Xia Zhiye was stunned at first, how could Song Yan speak so well, and then he realized that in Song Yan's eyes, it was estimated that he was helping the poor.

    Anyway, it's their own money, as long as they can receive Song Yan's birthday present.

    "But..."

    Xia Zhiye stopped when he reached the school gate.

    Song Yan also stopped and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

    "I remember that before I left, someone promised me an answer when I came back, so can I wrap up now, classmate Song Yan?"

    Xia Zhiye looked down at him, the smile in his eyes was softer than that of the streetlights behind him, the light was lit at the end of his eyes, and his beautiful eyebrows were like a seductive fox.

    Song Yan was stunned by his laughter again, and her mind was blank. She opened her mouth and was about to say something when a loud voice came from the door: "Who are those two! I'm going to leave school, hurry up and leave school! We're going to be handed over!"

    Then I instantly regained some consciousness, remembering that I didn't bring the little prince watch I bought for Xia Zhiye, so I gave the answer like this, which is not formal.

    So he looked away in a hurry, looked into the distance, and pretended not to care: "Anyway, you will know in two days."

    The tone is very proud.

    Small eyes are very guilty.

    I remembered that it was my birthday in two days, and then prepared a surprise.

    It seems that this little iron tree in his family is really about to bloom.

    Then wait and see what flowers this little iron tree can produce.

    Xia Zhiye replied with a smile: "Okay, then I'll wait for two more days, but I'll give you this first."

    Song Yan looked at Xia Zhiye and pulled out a long red satin out of nowhere, stunned for a moment, then remembered that it was the decoration on the package of the hot pot takeaway: "You give me this Well?"

    "For example, when you want to give me as a birthday present but don't know how to pack it, you can use this strap to tie a bow to yourself."

    Speaking of which, Xia Zhiye wrapped the red satin around Song Yan's neck as usual, trying to pack a bag on the spot.

    Song Yan looked at the flexible white fingers and the red rope full of butter scent under his eyelids, took a deep breath, and kicked Xia Zhiye out Open the gate outside the real school.

    "Xia! Zhi! Wild! You! Give! Old! Son! Go!"

    Being so moved by Xia Zhiye, after the great joy and sorrow, the ridiculousness and anger that remained during the day have completely dissipated.

    It's like some people, no matter how much they jump up and down, are just clowns who don't even deserve a name.

    So in this life, one has to learn to ignore some people, and also learn to cherish some people.

    When he returned to the dormitory, he took out the watch box from his schoolbag, and his fingertips gently rubbed the pattern of the little prince, hoping that the southern fog on December 24th will have good weather .

    ·

    The day was not as expected, and it snowed heavily on the night of the 23rd.

    Fortunately, the next two days of the game went well.

    Song Yan performed very well without any surprise, even if the results have not been announced, it is already the default number one for everyone.

    At the end of the game, Ruan Tian rushed into the backstage first, hugged him, and screamed: "Song Yan! You are so amazing! The teacher knew that I was not mistaken about you! Before you To get the first is well deserved!"

    Although she was moved, Song Yan was still a little embarrassed by the people around her.

    Ruan Tian saw it at a glance: "Okay, don't look for it, your good brother Xia Zhiye was ordered by me not to leave the school if he didn't finish his homework. At his speed, he should finish it at about eight o'clock. Well, just in time for the awards ceremony at 8:30 later."

    Song Yan was seen through his mind, looked away, and replied awkwardly, "I didn't find him."

    At this time, however, someone called out: "Song Yan! Someone is looking for you at the school gate! Come over quickly!"

    Song Yan immediately raised her head: "Well, I'll go over right away."

    After he finished speaking, he picked up the coat on the chair and ran out of the door, as if he was afraid of seeing each other for a second.

    Winter nights always come very early, but before seven o'clock before eight o'clock, the sky is completely dark.

      , When I ran and breathed, the cold also made my nose hurt.

    Song Yan never slowed down.

    In fact, Song Yan didn't know what she was running, she knew that Xia Zhiye would definitely come, and it was not too late, but she seemed to be expecting Xia Zhiye to prepare secretly What kind of little surprise that was puzzling and touching, so I didn't want to delay for a second.

    However, it was not Xia Zhiye who was waiting for him at the end.

    When he finally ran to the school gate out of breath, what he saw was the familiar Maybach with Beijing A license plate parked outside the school gate, Song Yan instantly grabbed all the young and fresh look, stopped.

    This is Song Minghai's common car in Nanwu Branch.

    Sure enough, the next second, the driver opened the rear door and got out of the car with an umbrella facing the middle-aged man in an expensive suit and coat.

    Even in her forties, her body is still tall and slender, her face is still handsome, and her expensive and sophisticated style has attracted people around her to whisper.

    "Who is this? He looks so handsome?"

    "Hey, looks like that boy, is he his father?"

    "Isn't the boy the first in this competition? Sure enough, it's genetics."

     "That is, it is estimated that his appearance and IQ are inherited from his father."

    "I'm so envious, why don't I have such a father."

    The non-malicious whispers fell in Song Yan's ears, but he just wanted to sneer.

      Lose.

    For a long time, Song Yan felt disgusted even herself.

    So this blessing is given to you, do you want it?

    Song Yan didn't think it would be a good thing for Song Minghai to suddenly appear here, and turned to leave, but Song Minghai, who was beside the car, held a white box and shook it at him.

    When she saw what the box was, Song Yan's pupils immediately tightened.

    It was the watch he bought for Xia Zhiye.

    It seems that Song Minghai has already been to the dormitory ahead of time, and this time he should have come prepared, he can't hide himself.

    So with a cold face, he walked over, walked all the way to Song Minghai, then stopped and looked directly at him indifferently.

    The height is similar, the eyebrows and eyes are similar, and they are even dressed in the same formal dress with a black coat.

    When the two faced each other like this, there was a dramatic impact.

    Song Minghai looked at Song Yan in front of him, but there was no disgust or dislike in his expression, but a sense of satisfaction in looking at the perfect product he made: "Yes, it's not ashamed. "

    It seems that the school has informed Song Minghai of what happened two days ago.

    It is basically whimsical to expect Song Minghai to apologize to himself.

    He came here all of a sudden because he was finally cleared of the crime and could go back to Beijing to be his perfect son again.

    Song Minghai's thoughts were clearer than Song Yan, and he didn't want to say a word to him, just to the point: "Give me back my things."

    "Your stuff?" Song Minghai seemed to be amused and fiddled with the box in his hand, "What I bought with the money I gave you is also your stuff?"

    Song Yan wanted to deny that this was not the money Song Minghai gave him.

    But the Omega watch that I sold was indeed bought by Song Minghai, so after all, it seems that it was Song Minghai's money.

    Song Yan won't mess around with this kind of thing, so she just said coldly: "Give me the things, and I will pay you back the money later."

    As if hearing some kind of joke, Song Minghai snorted again: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in your little shit, get in the car."

    It means don't want to go back if you don't get in the car.

    After all, it's not that Song Minghai doesn't know what his son's temper is. If there is no threat, he will not be able to sit down and chat with himself calmly.

    And Song Yan's account was checked before, and he had no money for a long time. Now he spent more than 40,000 to buy such a watch. It is definitely not for himself, because Song Yan is not good at this, so It must have been bought to give to other people, and it is still a very important person.

    So this gift should still be useful as a threat.

    As expected, Song Yan opened the co-pilot's door with a cold face.

    Song Minghai was also not interested in Song Yan's interpersonal communication, and when the two sat in the back seat and shook the shading glass, they directly entered the theme: "This semester is over, you will return to Huihui. Britain."

    Song Yan answered more directly: "No."

     "The conditions here are too poor. As long as you return to Huiying, it is not a problem to apply for an Ivy League school with your resume."

    "I don't need to go to Ivy League."

    "But I need an Ivy League graduate."

    Song Minghai made no secret of his purpose.

    In other words, he never concealed his purpose since he was a child, so although he clearly did not look forward to Song Yan's arrival, and did not give any warmth that belongs to his father, he has been For Song Yan, invite the best foreign teacher, go to the best school, and provide the best material conditions.

    Swordsmanship, equestrianism, taekwondo, golf, piano, painting appreciation, study tour every year, all the same.

    Materially, I always give a supplementary card. Song Yan wants to buy whatever he wants to use. As long as it is not something that will make him face shame, Song Minghai has never been able to do so. ask.

    As long as Song Yan is always the first.

    When she was a child, Song Yan was always striving for the first place, because only when she won the first place, Song Minghai's attitude towards him would ease.

    When he grows up, Song Yan is always fighting for the first place, because he wants to prove that he is no worse than Song Minghai, and one day he can completely defeat him.

    Song Yan once felt that Song Minghai was the lingering shadow of her life.

    But now, he doesn't want to waste his feelings on such people, he just wants to give his feelings to those who deserve it.

    So he tilted his head to look out the window and answered very lightly: "I won't take your class, anyway, you are not only my son."

    Song Minghai only raised his hand slightly when he heard what he said: "It's not that he didn't think about it, but Lele can't do it, he's spoiled by his mother, and the piano hasn't passed the eighth grade yet. I never made it into the top ten in the class in the exam, so I have no hope in the future."

    Song Yan couldn't help but turn her head: "Song Lele is only eight years old, and your company was saved by Aunt Tan's funds at that time."

    When the voice fell, Song Minghai's cell phone just rang, he looked at Qin Qing's name on the screen, his eyebrows flashed a trace of impatience and boredom, and then he answered the phone with a bad tone: " What happened to you?"

    What was said on the other end of the phone, Song Yan didn't hear clearly, only vaguely heard that the always gentle and gentle Qin Qing also seemed to lose his temper.

    After listening, Song Minghai just said: "Qin Qing, you are really becoming more and more ignorant."

    Then hung up.

    It seems to be riddled with trivial matters, and I have no interest in having unnecessary disputes with Song Yan, and directly use the negotiation method in the business field: "If you don't want to switch back, it's fine, but starting from today, I will Cut off all your financial resources."

    Song Yan did not like this, her tone was cold and calm: "Don't forget, all your property now has my mother's share, her will is written clearly, all Leave it to me."

    Song Minghai did not deny it: "But your guardian is me, so until you are 18 years old, you have no independent right to use this property, you still have to listen to me, understand? ?"

    "Of course." Song Minghai paused for a moment and added, "Under the legal constraints, even if you cut off your financial resources, I will still fulfill my support obligations, so I will pay for your tuition and fees. I will pay it on time, and I will give you 800 pocket money every month according to the minimum living standard, which will not make you unable to live.”

    Song Minghai is so righteous as if he is the one who occupies the highest moral point.

    And after finishing speaking, she admired Song Yan's expression through the mirror: "What? Are you not convinced? There is nothing you can do if you are not convinced. Because of Song Yan, this is the powerlessness of the weak."

    This is the powerlessness of the weak.

    Because he's underage.

    Because he is a ward.

    So no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to resist the frivolous sentence of powerlessness.

    Song Yan looked forward, her nails digging into her palm, trying to keep herself from getting angry, but maintaining a decent and arrogant attitude: "Okay, what you say is what you say, I just hope you It's better to do what you say."

    "If this is your choice, I'm sorry to take it." Song Minghai opened the watch box in his hand, took out the watch, glanced at it, raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's a pity."

    Song Yan saw his move through the reflector, and immediately turned around and reached out to grab it, but Song Minghai had already rolled down the car window before him and threw his watch out.

    There was a vehicle passing by, and it was completely crushed.

    This is the most suitable gift for Xia Zhiye in Song Yan's opinion.

    This is the answer he wants to give to Xia Zhiye.

    Ever since he bought it, he has been looking forward to Xia Zhiye's reaction every night when he receives this gift, which has also spent most of his savings.

    But now it was crushed so lightly.

    Song Yan looked at the shattered surface on the road, unable to open the car door with her hands, only her eyes hurt.

    The initiator just took out a tissue and wiped his fingertips, and said innocently: "Since I bought it with my money, I have the right to dispose of it, do you think so, Song Yan."

    Provocative and contemptuous.

    Song Yan's fingers tightly clasped the edge of the door, gritted her teeth, and restrained all irrational impulses.

    If you don't think of tomorrow, it will be Xia Zhiye's birthday.

    If it wasn't for the thought that Xia Zhiye might still be waiting for him with flowers.

    If it wasn't for the thought that Xia Zhiye would be worried and sad, Song Yan felt that he might have raised his fist and fought Song Minghai fiercely.

    The kind that never die.

    But he knew Song Minghai. If he really did this, it would not be impossible for him to be sent to the police station by Song Minghai himself.

    So he can't.

    Because there will be a lot of people worrying about him now.

    So Song Yan swallowed all her emotions and said coldly: "Well, you are right, of course you have the right to dispose of your things, so do as you say. If you can say and do Here, please open the door for your driver."

    Seems to be certain that Song Yan was just angry for a while, Song Minghai smiled and raised his finger.

    The door lock is released.

    Song Yan immediately opened the door and got out of the car.

    The moment he closed the car door, he seemed to think of something, held the car door, leaned down, and showed a senseless and arrogant smile.

    "Oh, by the way, Song Minghai, there is something I forgot to tell you. You do have the right to dispose of your things at will, but I am not yours, so I hope you will seize my adulthood Be a little more arrogant in the last year before, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to say that the weak are powerless. By the way..."

     Pause.

    "It's December, I also wish you an early year, I wish you an early separation from your wife and family, and you will die alone and die. As for the New Year's money and red envelopes, I don't need it, I hope you feel my love Sincerity is good."

    After saying that, Song Yan politely took the car door.

    Then let out a long breath, and walked quickly towards the back of the car.

    If you stay for a second, you will lose.

    But when he said those words, the turbid air that had been held in his heart for a long time finally spit out.

      It's good to stay together.

    But he has no gifts for Xia Zhiye.

    The emotion that Song Minghai and Song Minghai had been suppressing and being indifferent to when they were talking ruthlessly came out aggrieved when they realized this.

    He turned his head, and the Beijing A Maybach had left, leaving only the corpse of the watch that was crushed by the vehicle on the asphalt road next to it.

    Song Yan walked over, squatted down to pick it up, looked at the broken dial and the little prince who was injured after the dial was completely unreachable, and suppressed the soreness in his eyes.

    This is the first time he has carefully selected a gift for Xia Zhiye.

    It cost him almost all of his savings.

    Before he had time to give it to him and told him that he liked him too, he was crushed so easily.

    His intentions seem so insignificant.

    Xia Zhiye is so good-natured, she should not be angry.

    Song Yan thought about standing up, but when she turned around, she accidentally hit a tricycle.

    Fortunately, even if the three-wheeled truck braked, the goods on the truck fell a lot due to inertia.

    Song Yan was busy bending over to pick it up, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

    The entrance to the school was extremely empty and sparsely populated, and the old man riding a tricycle just happened to pass by here to go home, so he was not in a hurry.

    Seeing that the young man in front of him seemed to have encountered something, his eyes were a little red, and he hurriedly comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, don't cry, if you are really embarrassed, just take a look Is there anything you want to buy?"

    When he said this, Song Yan just looked up and saw two scarves hanging on the shelf.

    One dark red, one dark blue, and the end of the scarf was also printed with inferior pirated logos of Iron Man and Captain America, which matched the sweaters they wore when they went to the amusement park before.

    And Xia Zhiye seems to have said that he has no scarf.

    He should look good in red.

    So Song Yan looked at the old man: "How much do these two scarves cost together?"

    The old man raised a finger: "One hundred and one."

    Song Yan took out his mobile phone and found that the bank card had been reported by the guardian.

    All his net worth is only 164.52 yuan in Alipay change, and 800 yuan that Song Minghai may call on January 1st.

    No wonder Song Minghai would take this as a threat, because he is indeed a young master who has no concept of money and a good consumption concept, so he will always fall into this situation.

    Song Yan gritted her teeth, then looked at the old man without hesitation: "Then help me get this red one."

    Finished payment.

    The old man seemed to see something and asked with a smile, "Did you buy it as a Christmas present for your little girlfriend."

    “…”

    Not a girlfriend, but similar.

    Song Yan: "Yeah."

    "Then there is nothing to worry about, this is originally a one-to-one sale, buy one get one free, you buy the red one, and I will give you the blue one, did you just Okay?" The old man smiled and took off the two scarves, stuffed them into Song Yan's hands, and patted his head, "Tomorrow is the festival, don't cry, unhappy things will be over after a sleep. It's alright."

    The strong dialect of the old man is like a catalyst for some kind of emotion.

    Song Yanqiang resisted his emotions, lowered his head, and said "um": "Thank you grandpa."

    "That's right, it's snowing, go home early."

    The old man rode back on the tricycle with satisfaction and went away in the snowy night.

     And Song Yan looked down at the scarf in her hand that was rough in workmanship and highly suspected of being pirated in the past two days, and forcibly held back the sourness in the corner of her eyes.

    He never thought that he, who was slapped by his biological father, would receive warm healing from strangers he had never met.

    He always disliked those emotional pretentiousness, did not understand why some people would cry at every turn, and did not understand why some people would break their defenses instantly because they were moved.

    But he seemed to gradually discover that, apart from the shadows like Song Minghai, it is not impossible to encounter the sun in life.

    For example, a big idiot who looks good in red.

    As I was thinking about it, I heard a "Song Yan!"

    When I turned around, I saw Xia Zhiye rushing towards him with a large bouquet of lily of the valley in the heavy snow. Before he could say a word, Xia Zhiye was already holding him tightly. hugged tightly.

    precious things.

    Song Yan was almost breathless when he hugged him: "What's wrong?"

    As if hearing his voice and confirming that he is finally here, Xia Zhiye finally straightened up, looked down at him, trimmed his forehead and hair, his voice was a little hoarse: "I I thought you were gone."

    I thought you were gone.

    In just six words, it seems to have exhausted all the treasures in the world.

    Song Yan held back the wet corners of her eyes for a long time, and finally a small snowflake fell and quickly melted away.

    He looked up at Xia Zhiye, like a child who finally found support after suffering grievances, and asked a sentence that took all his courage.

    "I didn't leave, but Xia Zhiye, I only have a scarf that doesn't look very good now, are you still willing to stay with me?"