Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Life's crit is often more than once.

    Song Yan's phone just hung up, and Xia Zhiye's phone also came.

    Because the Nanwu Scroll is more difficult than the Beijing Scroll, Xia Zhiye's total score was only 712, but he still won the first place in Nanwu City's Science Naked Score.

    All are municipalities directly under the Central Government, all are provincial administrative units, all are champions, all have six-digit scholarships, and they all hold the admission tickets of top universities, even without reading the admissions of previous years Fractional reference books, only consider your favorite major.

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    The combination of various factors made Shen Jiayan so angry that she took Zhou Ziqiu's hand and turned her head away.

    I received all kinds of criticisms and criticisms from my friends group for three hours that night because of ugly jealous faces.

    Even Shang Huai, who was busy preparing for his debut album, joined the army.

    [Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: Too much, really too much, really too much, so much that I decided to make a rap called "Nuwa"

    [Sweet little milkberry]: ?

    [wild]: support

    [wild]: and sympathize

    [wild]: But nothing can help

    [Top star Shang Xiaohuai]:? ? ?

    [Top star Shang Xiaohuai]: Are you human?

    [wild]: God if you will.

    [Top star Shang Xiaohuai]:…

    [Top superstar Shang Xiaohuai]: The group owner kicked this person out for me!

    [wild has been removed from the group chat]

    [The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: Song Yan and Xia Zhiye are two old dogs!

    [autumn]:…

    [Society, Sister Kong]:…

    [Not allowed to come to Japan]:…

    [Study Committee only loves to learn]:…

    [Top star Shang Xiaohuai]:?

    [Sweet little milkberry]: ?

    [Top star Shang Xiaohuai]: What's wrong?

    [yan]: I'm still in the group

    Because Song Yan never spoke in the group, and after the attack meeting started, she didn't say a word, so that Shang Huai and Shen Jiayan, who had just been pulled into the group, didn't realize that there was still a problem in the group. There is a demon.

    So three seconds later.

    [yan has been removed from the group chat]

    Afterwards, Song Yan and Xia Zhiye did not know what kind of tragic personal attacks that group of people carried out on the two of them.

    No one spoke, just quietly watching the rain fall in the light, listening to the raindrops falling on the glass ceiling, I felt that the summer wind was really comfortable, cool and refreshing It's nice, it's not bad that time seems to flow by in such a meaningless way.

    until Song Yan suddenly lowered her head and chuckled.

    Xia Zhiye rarely sees him laughing like this for no reason, so he turned his head and asked, "What? Did you think of something happy?"

    "It's nothing." Song Yan put her arms on the railing and looked into the distance in the rain, "I just didn't expect that we actually did it, and I still think it's quite fantastic."

    The coercion he and Shen Jiayan pretended were just to tease him, but in fact they were not sure.

    After all, there are too many people in this world who are smarter than them and work harder than them. They are not geniuses or miracles. How much they can get in the test depends on some luck.

    They did it, and both of them did it, like the luck that God gave them, it was a little unreal.

      Xuanhuan is probably indispensable, for example, there is a small surprise..."

    Before she finished speaking, Song Yan's phone rang again.

    When they saw the three words "Song Minghai" on the screen, both of them suppressed the smiles on their faces.

    After a brief hesitation, Song Yan chose to swipe her fingertips and connected the phone, but did not speak.

    Just after hearing the tired and hoarse voice on the other end of the phone, "Song Yan, go home tomorrow", he asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

    "Your aunt and I have divorced, and the company has also let go. You will move home tomorrow."

    Song Yan did not speak.

    Song Minghai paused for a while, and added: "Today's physical examination report came out, alcoholic liver cirrhosis."

    Song Yan held the phone with her knuckles curled slightly, her voice still calm: "compensation period or non-compensation period?"

    "Compensation period."

    "Hmm."

    When Song Yan got this answer, she felt relieved.

    He hated Song Minghai, desperately wanted to leave Song Minghai, and even never wanted to see Song Minghai again in his life.

    But he didn't want Song Minghai to be really sick and dying at this moment.

    Because if this is the case, that **** moral sense will kidnap him beside Song Minghai.

    Fortunately, Song Minghai only has early cirrhosis of the liver. Even if he loses his status and company rights, his spare money is enough for him to treat his illness and live.

    Therefore, Song Yan has nothing to be kidnapped by morality, and said lightly: "Okay, then take care of your health and hang up."

      "

    "So when you lose your civil capacity one day, I will support you as your guardian, and if there is no accident, I should be better than your guardian, at least not I almost killed you twice." Song Yan's tone was flat and mocking.

    Song Minghai's tone seemed to grit his teeth: "Do you hate me so much? Would rather follow an outsider to fight against me than listen to me? Your food is still less than your clothes. What kind of learning is not the best? Song Yan, I'm not as sorry for you as you think."

    At that moment, Song Yan suddenly didn't want to argue anymore.

    He nodded his head expressionlessly: "You are right, so when I was not sensible, I used to stick to my father like other children. As for why I have come to this point, I think you know the answer better than anyone else. As for your illness..."

    Song Yan said objectively and calmly: "Even if you fail in your career and your wife and children are separated, you are still better than many other people, and at least you can cure the disease. Therefore, there are powerless people in this world. There are indeed many weak people, but if you can, be nice to those people, and you should accumulate some virtue for your own illness, what do you think, Dad?"

    When Song Yan was not born, he really hated this existence and felt that it was a torture tool to tie him to this marriage, but as Song Yan said, at that time Song Yan was very sensible, Always obediently and softly called his father.

    So from then on, although he didn't want to look at their mother and son, he didn't let go of raising this child.

    How did it end up like this?

    Song Minghai didn't know if that vague emotion was regret, but he only knew that he probably knew the answer, so he asked: " What if I agree with you and Xia Zhiye?"

    If he had heard this sentence a year and a half ago, Song Yan thought he would have forgiven Song Minghai for all the indifference and hurt he had in the past.

    But when he hears this sentence again now, he only feels like a sarcasm that hurts over time.

    He thought that Song Minghai might really regret after losing his family wealth and health, but he always thought with arrogance, so he never understood the real reason why he lost these .

    Then let Song Minghai regret spending the rest of his life in pain.

    As for Song Minghai's question, Song Yan only answered it respectfully: "Thank you for your understanding, but your support is no longer important to me now, so I won't go back, I also hope that we will not have unnecessary interactions in the future, and I wish you a speedy recovery. Goodbye."

    Then hang up, block Song Minghai's number, and let out a long breath.

    Put her hands on the railing, look into the distance, and ask: "Xia Zhiye, am I particularly unpromising? Should I hate Song Minghai so much, and then wish him an early death, curse him every day viciously , fall into the trap and do whatever it takes, right?"

    Not as it is now, because I still thank him for giving me a life and then offering myself a great favor, so I chose the most calm and indifferent way.

    Not at all hearty.

    There is no pleasure in getting revenge at all.

    But he really didn't feel it, didn't hate it, didn't care anymore, he just felt like a stranger and it didn't matter, because this person didn't care whether he would praise him or not. His emotional consolation didn't matter anymore.

    Song Yan felt that this made him look very useless.

    Xia Zhiye turned to look at him: "Song Yan, do you know why I like you so much?"

    "Because you're excited."

    “…”

    The same is true.

     But I still chose to help me cover in front of my grandma. At that time, your reluctant stinky face was so cute that I made up my mind to be your friend on the spot. Later, when I found out that you were not so happy, I made up my mind to be your boyfriend, do you know why?"

    Song Yan also turned to look at him: "Why?"

    "Because if a person receives success and happiness from childhood, it is natural for him to grow up like this, but if a person receives suffering and misfortune from childhood, but can still grow into this, it means that He is a kind and soft-hearted person from the bottom of his heart, and it is impossible to change, so Song Yan, you don't need to be so hostile to face Song Minghai, you deserve to live this life gently."

    Xia Zhiye's words fell in the sound of the night rain, just like his eyes, sure and calm.

    Song Yan met his gaze, suddenly smiled, tilted her head and looked out the window again: "Okay, remember what you said, and remember to praise me for being gentle when you are domestically abused by me in the future. "

    Xia Zhiye's bottom line is also very low, and nodded: "Also, as long as you don't kill and maim."

    "Stupid." Song Yan couldn't help laughing and scolding, "Do you have some aesthetic problems? Or do you have a tendency to shake? Why are you so cheap?"

    As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Zhiye's cell phone rang.

    I don't know when the two of them have been re-invited back to the group, and a group voice call has been initiated.

    Xia Zhiye held the phone and shook it at Song Yan: "It seems that I am not the only one who has aesthetic problems and a tendency to shake."

    Speak and press the on button with your fingertip.

    Immediately came Shang Huai's voice that belonged to the top superstar: "Master Xia! Brother Yan! I have taken leave with the company! Tomorrow we will go back to Zaijiuxiang and get together! "

    Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Yan.

    Song Yan didn't bother to look at him, just let out a "hmm" from her nose.

    Xia Zhiye understood, and said lazily: "Okay, see you tomorrow night, I may be a little late if I have something to do, you can just find my grandma, she has the key."

    After speaking, the other thousands of ducks in the voice immediately quack again and don't know what the quarrel was.

    Xia Zhiye hung up the phone with a smile, and said to Song Yan, "After returning to Nanwu tomorrow, you should go to Zaijiu Lane first, and I'll do some errands. I'll be there later."

    Song Yan recalled the "little surprise" that Xia Zhiye had not had time to finish before, and said vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

    Xia Zhiye smiled mysteriously: "Secret."

    What is Xia Zhiye's secret little surprise? Song Yan doesn't know, and has no interest in knowing it. Anyway, it's probably some kind of strange pink thing, but it's up to him.

    So after arriving at the airport in Nanwu, the two parted ways.

    Xia Zhiye went to do his business, Song Yan went to Zaijiu Lane first.

    Because Song Yan went to see the teacher from the admissions office of Peking University during the day, they left a little late, and the plane was delayed, and the sky was already dark and gloomy when they arrived in Nanwu.

    In the depths of the wine lane, warm yellow lights have been lit up, accompanied by the hustle and bustle of laughing.

    The door of the courtyard was hidden, and as soon as I pushed it open, I saw a large round table in the courtyard. Zhou Ziqiu, Shen Jiayan, Fang Xiang, Zhao Ruiwen, and Kong Xiaoxiao were sitting around the table laughing and talking about something. Shang Huai, who hadn't seen him for a long time, got a mobile ktv out of nowhere. He was holding a microphone and was standing on the steps playing all kinds of exaggerated poses exclusive to top-tier superstars.

    Two years ago, the boy who was unattractive because of a little baby fat and rustic student dress, after a year or two of training, grew taller, thinner, whiter, and his hair was neatly groomed , The childishness of the sand sculpture high school students has faded, and the smile has become self-confident and publicized. Standing there, there is really a bit of attention that a star should have.

    It seems that chasing dreams is very successful.

    As soon as she heard the movement at the door and looked up to see Song Yan, she threw Mai instantly and rushed over to be hugged by a bear: "Brother Yan! I miss you so much! Wooooooooo..."

    Song Yan pulled him off her body expressionlessly: "Our relationship is not so good..."

    "Yes! Why not!" As soon as Shang Huai was pulled down, he hugged Song Yan tightly again, as if he had finally found his long-lost father, crying excitedly, "Master Xia You have already told me that if you hadn’t bankrupted and lent me 5,000 yuan, I would have no money to go to Beijing, let alone a successful interview. So you are my father! My reborn parents! My eternal benefactor!!”

    Dantian exerted force, deafening, and his voice was clear and lingering for three days.

    Song Yan, who was almost deaf from his roar, closed his eyes in despair.

    He was wrong.

    Entertainer training may change a person's appearance, but it will never improve his IQ.

    Childish sand sculpture male high school students will always be naive sand sculpture male high school students, no salvation.

    Feeling Song Yan's strong killing intent, in order to avoid such a tragic tragedy on such a good day, Zhao Ruiwen and Xiaopang hurried forward and dragged Shang Huai away: "Superstar, don't cry, the crown will fall, Let's sing!"

    "Okay!" Shang Huai immediately put away his tears, walked to the mobile ktv, picked up the microphone, "Next, I will sing an old wolf's "You at the Same Table", I would like to use this song Dedicated to all the friends here, and to our lost youthful years that will eventually pass away. Music! Get up!"

    I have to say that although Shang Huai is not very smart, he sings really well.

    The young man's clear and gentle voice rippled in the dark night, singing the sadness of this age that is not unforgettable but sincere enough.

     Song Yan listened to the song, pulled out a chair, and sat down at the table.

     Just in time for Grandma Liu to rush over with a glass wine jar, she smiled kindly: "This is the sweet-scented osmanthus wine I brewed last fall, and I have been hiding it. I wanted to give it to me before the college entrance examination. You guys drink it, but I haven't had a chance, and now I just got the results, I'll bring it to you to taste, I wish you all the laurels of the Toad Palace, the title of the golden list, and the bright future."

    Everyone took the cups of wine from Grandma Liu, thanked them, and drank them all in one go.

    Shen Jiayan's mouth was the sweetest, she opened her eyes exaggeratedly, and exclaimed, "Wow! It's delicious! I've never had such a delicious wine in my life!"

    The little mahjong was aroused by a greedy worm, climbed onto Song Yan's lap, hugged Song Yan's neck, and stared straight at the cup of sweet-scented osmanthus in Song Yan's hand that had not had time to drink Wine, milky voice said: "Brother tired, I wish you a gold medal title! The future is bright! So can you give the little mahjong a drink?"

    Song Yan was a little concerned about her alcohol intake, so she just planned to take a sip of her meaning, but she didn't expect to be stared at by the little mahjong, and was thinking about how to tell her not to drink in words that the little mahjong could understand , Xiaopang dipped a little with his chopsticks and handed it to the little mahjong: "Sip sip."

      Brother lie! I ignore you!"

    After he finished speaking, he hugged Song Yan and buried his face in his neck, ignoring him.

    There was a burst of laughter on the table, and Grandma Liu also smiled and took Xiao Ma from Song Yan's arms: "I'll take her to dinner, you two have a good time together, if you need anything Call me next door."

    Looking at the backs of one old and one young leaving, Xiao Pang sighed with a small head: "I remember when we saw the little mahjong in the amusement park, Kong Xiaoxiao and I thought she was you and Master Xia's daughter, I didn't expect that she will become your sister-in-law now... oh!"

    Before he finished speaking, Xiaopang was kicked fiercely by Kong Xiaoxiao next door: "If you want to die, don't drag me on the back!"

    Song Yan raised her eyebrows slightly: "Daughter? Sister-in-law?"

    "..." Little Fatty reacted and changed his words immediately, "I'm sorry! It's all my fault! The little mahjong must be your sister-in-law! No doubt!"

    After hearing this, Zhou Ziqiu found it funny, and said slowly: "You only dare to say this because Xia Zhiye is not there, otherwise he will beat you or not."

    "Hey, that's definitely not the case, our Master Xia is just a rake, who else doesn't know?" Little Fatty asked confidently.

    Everyone thought briefly and nodded: "Indeed."

    "No, Master Xia is definitely the most dedicated, infatuated, and most loving man I have ever met." Xiao Pang's face had the expression of all the gossips in the world, "You probably don't know. When Brother Yan first went to Beijing, Master Xia suffered from a serious illness. His body was weak, he couldn't eat or sleep, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul. When I wrote the name of Brother Yan, it looked like it was played on TV, and it was not an exaggeration at all."

    Song Yan's knuckles clenched unconsciously while holding the wine glass.

    Little Fatty only thought that they had done all their hardships, and told these past events as ordinary things: "Also, Master Xia's mobile phone was confiscated several times, and his pocket money was also deducted cleanly, for the sake of Save money to buy a mobile phone and send express delivery to Brother Yan. In addition to selling study materials, he also went to Internet cafes to repair computers for others. As for the train ticket money when he went to Beijing to find Brother Yan, he repaired dozens of computers, one in a row. Yue didn't sleep all night and didn't eat breakfast, he didn't plan to tell anyone, but I ran into him on the Internet, and he confessed to me."

      Yes, but he was able to endure this hardship for the sake of my brother, and he also told me to tell my brother that he would be distressed and unhappy when he found out. ?"

    Song Yan never knew these things.

    He thought that Xia Lao was more reasonable, and with Xia Yu here, Xia Zhiye should have a better life than him.

    Not really.

    In that year, it was not only him who was in pain, Xia Zhiye was also in pain, but chose to hide those difficulties, and only showed him the gentle and powerful side and gave him Hope and strength.

    So much so that he forgot that Xia Zhiye was just like him, a powerless teenager.

    So when he thought that Xia Zhiye was good enough, he never realized that Xia Zhiye was better than he thought.

    What are the virtues and abilities of yourself.

    Song Yan looked down at the light and moon shadow reflected in the wine glass, her fingertips clenched, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

    Little Fatty was keenly aware of his mood changes, and realized that he was talking a little too much because of his drink, so he hurriedly said, "Why did I say this, it's all over. It's a matter, you are all adults with money, housing and ability now, and your parents can't control you. You can do whatever you want, and the good days are still to come! Right?"

    "Yes, it's all over, and there are only good days left." Kong Xiaoxiao quickly echoed, "Although I know that when the two of you were talking, the hearts of girls in our grade were broken, but I thought about it later. Think, the two of you are a good match, so all of you have changed from girlfriend fans to CP fans. You have so many blessings, and it will definitely last for a long time in the future, and you will grow old."

    "That's right, and Xia Zhiye is good for our family, isn't it bad? He sold all his favorite watches in order to make Xia Zhiye feel more comfortable, so this is two Let's be happy and love each other deeply! In the future, I will give money to the wedding!" Shen Jiayan felt that Song Yan was worthy of Xia Zhiye's love, and he had to protect the calf like a maiden's family.

    Zhou Ziqiu just looked at him sideways: "Your family? Xiaoyan?"

    "..." Remembering what she said yesterday that she would never play with Song Yan again, Shen Jiayan tugged at the corner of Zhou Ziqiu's clothes with a guilty conscience, and said in a low voice, "Oh, today is a special day, I will do it again tomorrow. Break up with him."

    Zhou Ziqiu couldn't help but chuckle, then raised the cup to Song Yan: "Bless."

    "Yes! Blessings!" Zhao Ruiwen also raised his cup when he saw this, "Let us wish Master Xia and Brother Yan a good relationship for a hundred years, and give birth to a precious son early... Ow!"

    After speaking, Kong Xiaoxiao stepped on her foot again, only then did she realize that the two could not have children, and quickly changed her words: "Let us wish Master Xia and Brother Yan that they will never be forced to do so again from now on. Separation! A lifetime of happiness and freedom together!"

    "Not only Master Xia and Brother Yan, I wish all of us the freedom to pursue our dreams and do what we want to do in the future." Shang Huai on the stage held the microphone and shouted loudly Said, "Long live young forever! Long live us forever!"

    "Long live forever young! Long live us forever!"

    Everyone raised their cups, touched them violently, and shouted out their deepest desires as they were about to embark on the real journey of life.

    They won't live forever.

    Neither are they forever young.

    Even they don't know when they will drift apart because of their respective lives, until they completely disappear from each other's lives and become a passer-by in a thorough life.

    But they have accompanied each other through the best years.

    I have witnessed the most pure, ardent and sincere young emotions blooming amazingly in the years.

    I also witnessed the tempering and transformation brought by those powerless and helpless obstacles.

    Even if they will eventually go away, but when they think of their young years, they will always remember those smiles that passed by with laughter and scolding, and when they think of those smiles, they will think of their ordinary but unremarkable Different youth.

    At that time, they will realize that they have never forgotten those days, those teenagers, those friends, those long nights of drinking and singing, and the vows full of good expectations.

    Shang Huai on stage sang Pu Shu's "Those Flowers".

    The sad voice dazzled in the night and wine.

& nbsp; Winter and summer, they are all old, are they still driving, we will go to the end of the world like this..."

    The people in the audience sang along with him, and their eyes gradually became red.

    Some stories are not finished yet.

    Although they don't know if they can ever meet such unconditional trust in each other, forgive each other, understand each other, without any interests, without any other purpose of friendship, they also don't know their youth will be completely gone one day.

    But no matter what the future holds, it is enough that they have had the best friendship and youth together. If they are destined, they will meet again on the same road.

    Thinking of these sad feelings, everyone got drunk and started to cry or make trouble.

    Only Song Yan sat alone in the corner, looking at this familiar and lovely face soberly, trying to keep it in her heart.

    Then I suddenly found that his painting was no longer a black and white painting, but a splendid and lively scene that was so rich and colorful that I would never forget it in my life.

    So how fortunate he is, he can meet Xia Zhiye when he is the weakest and palest, and when he meets this group of lovely people, can he be able to walk through the wind and rain, hug the best people, walk through this gentle life.

    Thinking of this, he suddenly wanted to hug Xia Zhiye at this time, and made a call: "Where are you."

    The voice on the other end of the phone was a slouchy, low smile as always: "You go out, turn left, and remember to bring your luggage."

    Song Yan was too lazy to think about what tricks Xia Zhiye had, and did as she was told.

     Carrying the suitcase, he walked out of the courtyard gate and walked straight forward, walking through this narrow and long alley where they witnessed their first encounter and love.

    At the other end of the alley, under the moonlight, I saw Xia Zhiye leaning against the car door, standing at the end of his field of vision.

    It is a brand new Hummer off-road, Song Yan once said that it is his favorite model.

    Xia Zhiye leaned against the car door, with two long legs sloppy, smiling lazily and flamboyantly.

    Song Yan walked over and looked up at him.

    He stretched out his hand and made an invitation, with slightly curved eyebrows and a soft voice: "This beautiful gentleman, if I invite you to elope with me now, would you like it?"

    Song Yan raised his jaw arrogantly, his eyes arrogant and arrogant: "This indecent gentleman, please tell me first where we are going to elope."

    "Go where you want to go."

    "How do you know where I want to go?"

    "I will take you wherever you want to go."

    Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan with a determined and gentle smile.

    Song Yan met his gaze and watched for a long time.

    Then finally took his hand: "Okay."

    They drove the off-road vehicle that disappeared under the moonlight on the old street, and no one knew how long, high, and long journeys they embarked on.

    Maybe I ran to the farthest town, maybe I just saw a flower bloom one night, or maybe I just ran on the road and enjoyed the free night wind that swept across the night .

    But it doesn't matter.

    Because that is where they want to go after all, no one can stop them, and no one can break them up.

    They were all powerless, but they will be free.

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