Teach the villain to be a man again

The house Song Zhu rented was on the highest floor, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.It's not a leak, it's just that there is a little rain seepage in the kitchen, and the windows are a bit leaky.Song Zhu also forgot to mention it when Dad Song was at home last time.

"It's getting late now, so let's rest first. Don't disturb the neighbors in the neighborhood. You can help me fix it tomorrow."

"You go take a shower first? The sheets on my sofa are freshly changed." The girl's eyes flickered, and she tilted her head to look at Xie Jue.

The corners of Xie Jue's mouth were black and blue, and his nose was bleeding just now, so his body must still be bruised and purple.

He fell down on the road just now, and was pushed away when he tried to help himself, so he insisted on getting up by himself.

Song Zhu was wondering where the medical kit was placed.

The last time I brought him to my home, he was in a coma, and I couldn't help him deal with the wounds on his body.Although in her opinion, it doesn't really matter much.

Xie Jue half-closed his eyes, glanced at Song Zhu irritably, the wound on his body was still aching, and asked in a cold voice: "Since it's all right, then I'll go."

"Wait a minute." Song Zhu hurriedly stepped forward to hold him back.

This kid's family has been approached by debt collectors, so why is he still stubborn.

She opened the curtains and glanced outside, and said, "Be aggrieved, stay overnight before leaving."

Xie Jue followed her gaze and saw that it was raining outside, and it was still raining, and it seemed that it would not stop for a while.

For a while, I became more irritable.

How could he not see that Song Zhu wanted to help him.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Zhu took his own slippers and gave them to him.Xie Jue seemed to have sprained her ankle, and it was not suitable for her to step on the cold wooden floor barefoot, so she barefooted herself and coaxed him with a good temper: "Go take a shower first."

Her slippers are light green flip-flops with a grinning bunny on them.Xie Jue looked down, and then saw the girl's expectant eyes, always felt like punching cotton.

He was finally coaxed into the bathroom by Song Zhu.

The water temperature was just right, Xie Jue went into the bathroom and took off his clothes, his body was full of wounds.The boy gritted his teeth and cleaned carefully, the water drops on his forehead could not tell whether it was sweat or bath water.

Just when he had just finished washing, Xie Jue was about to change back into his clothes.There was a knock on the bathroom door.

Taking a look at his naked body, Xie Jue's face darkened immediately: "What are you going to do?"

"I brought some clean clothes and pajamas. You can wear them yourself later. They are all my father's clothes. The size may not be suitable. You can make up and wear them first."

"There is also a medical kit. I put it on the table in the living room. You can treat your wounds later."

Song Zhu searched the closet for a long time before he found a few clothes that Xie Jue could wear.

Hearing that there was no movement outside the door, Xie Jue opened the door, only to see a pile of men's clothes and a bag of new men's underwear on the stool.

Xie Jue: "."

Song Zhu has the habit of reading at night, and it seems that she was used to staying up late in her previous life, so when she came to her senses, it was already a little bit faster, and she almost forgot that there was a Xie Jue at home.

It wasn't until he was thirsty that he went out to find water to drink, only to find that the lights in the living room had been turned off, and Xie Jue was on the sofa, as if he had fallen asleep.

It's strange to say that he is usually a cold and unreasonable person, but his sleeping posture is pure and cute, he curls up slightly with the quilt in his arms, half of his face is buried in the quilt, his brows are slightly frowned, as if sleeping Not very stable.

She stood in front of the sofa in a daze for a while, then went lightly to the cabinet and took out a small night light.

Papa Song specially bought this for the original owner when he was young.

Light yellow duckling shape, the lighting is also very soft.Song Zhu plugged it into an outlet some distance away from the sofa, and the dark living room suddenly seemed much warmer.Xie Jue's brows twitched, showing faint signs of flattening.

When Song Zhu returned to his room, he looked back at the lamp again.

The memory of the original owner was so clear to her, as if she had experienced it personally, even a person like her who believed in the supremacy of science could not help but be a little shaken.

Is this just a book, or the real world?

The next day, Song Zhu woke up very early, she wanted to get up and cook some porridge.When I walked into the kitchen, I realized that the roof and windows had been repaired at some point.

Song Zhu was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he looked towards the living room, where the boy was still sleeping soundly on the sofa.

After cooking the porridge, Song Zhu went downstairs to buy some buns.

When I first arrived at the door of the house, I heard a quiet and soft cello sound.It is like the sound of gurgling spring water gushing from the depths of the earth, and the sound of old tree trunks breathing in the cracks of sunlight.

Elegant and desolate, with a strong sense of rhythm.

When Song Zhu was studying abroad in his previous life, he was invited by his friends to participate in a concert in Switzerland. At this moment, the player's piano skills are by no means inferior to those of the masters at that time. It can be seen that he is extremely talented and has high musical attainments.

Song Zhu became slightly stunned immersed in the sound of the qin, and when he opened the door, he saw a young man in white standing in front of the window playing the qin.

The white sweater was a little too big, but he wore it in a lazy and cute style.The sun was shining on the boy's face so serenely, and the sound of the cello was echoing in his ears, painting a beautiful picture.

Song Zhu just stood at the door with the buns in his hands, slightly lost in thought.It wasn't until the piano sound finished that she regained her composure a little bit.

The girl was wearing a beige sweater, a pair of black leggings, her hair was loosely loose, and her dazed expression was a bit cute.

Seeing the person at the door, Xie Jue put down the cello and gave her a casual look: "The kitchen windows and the roof have been repaired."

"I saw it, thank you." Song Zhu was taken aback for a moment before replying.

If she hadn't seen Xie Jue holding the cello with her own eyes, she would not have believed that the sound of the cello just now was really played by Xie Jue.

Can Xie Jue play the cello?Still pulling so hard?It seems that it was not written in the original book!Just this piano skill is simply the future star of the motherland!How could such a talent have the heart to see him blackened?

Song Zhu suddenly had an idea, she wanted to instill more socialist core values ​​in Xie Jue!Save the flowers of the motherland!

"The cello, is it yours?"

She asked.

With the financial strength of Xie Jue's family, Song Zhu was quite surprised that he could afford to buy a cello.

Xie Jue glanced at the cello under his hand, and a mocking sneer curled up on the corner of his mouth.

"I picked it up, others don't want it."

Song Zhu understood instantly.

This should be... the hero Mu Jiang from the original book stopped.

As mentioned in the plot of the original book, Mu Jiangting is versatile, while his illegitimate son Xie Jue is stubborn, which is in stark contrast to the hero.But looking at it now...that's not the case at all.

"Have you been home? It's not safe recently...how about..."

She hesitated for a moment, but stopped talking.

"Come and have breakfast! I cooked porridge and bought buns." Song Zhu lifted the buns in his hand and smiled at him.

"I won't eat it." Xie Jue glanced at the steamed stuffed bun, but finally turned his head stubbornly.With one hand in his trouser pocket, he was about to walk towards the door.

"No, what if you don't eat breakfast? If you don't drink porridge, then you can take the steamed stuffed bun. By the way, are you going to class today?" Song Zhu hurriedly took two steps, and stuffed the steamed stuffed bun into Xie Jue's hand .

"I don't know." Xie Jue glanced at the bun in his hand impatiently, and saw the girl staring at those big watery eyes, with an expression that I won't let you go if you don't pick me up.

"I don't know? Wait." Seeing that Xie Jue turned around and was about to leave, Song Zhu was taken aback for a moment.Deciding that she can no longer let this good seedling continue to blacken, she hastily grabbed Xie Jue's arm.

Xie Jue's eyes flashed a hint of gloom: "Why?"

"You can't skip class anymore. It's already the second semester of the second year of high school. The college entrance examination is coming soon, and your grades are still at the bottom, so you won't be able to get into a good university." Song Zhu thought for a while, clenched his fists, Muster up the courage to speak out.

Hearing this, the corners of Xie Jue's mouth twitched playfully. He turned his head and looked at the girl's serious expression, and jokingly said, "Why, you want to be my mother? But, my mother won't care about my grades." .”

"It doesn't matter if my grades are good or bad, and what my future holds. No one cares."

Xie Jue stared at Song Zhu and said word by word, obviously expressionless, but Song Zhu felt a trace of sadness in Xie Jue's words.

"No, someone will care. You can play the cello so well, there must be many people who like you, and someone will care." Song Zhu hurriedly explained.

"Enough, you're really noisy." Xie Jue frowned, gave Song Zhu a complicated look, then turned and left.

"I..." Song Zhu still wanted to say something.For example, the college entrance examination is for yourself, and you will have a good life if you work hard.

However, the person in front of him has disappeared.

Pressing his temple, Song Zhu turned around and saw the boy's undried clothes on the balcony, and smiled helplessly.

Song Zhu came to the school, saw the empty seat next to him, and sighed.

Did Xie Jue not come to class after all?It seems that my future star rescue plan is going through a bit difficult.

It's okay, take your time!The other party is the big villain boss who went all the way to the black in the original book!How can it be so easy.

Thinking of this, Song Zhu took out the teaching aids from the drawer and prepared to do the questions, but saw the teaching aids that Mu Jiangting had replaced.

Looking up, Mu Jiangting hasn't arrived yet.Song Zhu got up and changed the book back.