Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

booing.

"Teacher! I'll report someone here for looting!"

"Teacher! I prove they are just socialist brotherhood!"

"Teacher! I'll apply to see it again!"

"Teacher! I applied to kill me to help them!"

Kong Xiaoxiao is also a genius, she actually instructed the music group to play the love music, and even climbed to the top of the shelf and sprinkled rose petals.

The scene is almost out of control, basically it has nothing to do with what happened in the plot and whether the stage looks good or not.

Xia Zhiye froze a little after realizing what he had accidentally kissed just now.

The heart beats fast, thumping against the wall of the cavity, so that he can only see Song Yan's red ear tips.

When Song Yan lowered her voice, she asked in a cold voice, "You **** can't get up."

Only then came back to his senses and stood up neatly.

Song Yan was picked up with one hand, and then he naturally gave a bow: "I was careless for my brother earlier, so abrupt, but I have doubts in my heart, Yingtai is not a daughter, why is it on my ear? Ring marks."

Song Yan knew that he was saving the scene, so he straightened his robes and replied coldly: "There is a reason for the earring marks, why should Brother Liang be suspicious? I'm pretending to be Guanyin. Brother Liang, you have to concentrate on writing, you don't think about hairpin skirts in your future."

The complexion changed from cool white to reddish, Xia Zhiye thought of the gradually ripening peach.

bowed his head and arched his folding fan: "I dare not watch Guanyin from now on."

·

How the rest of the scenes were performed, Song Yan himself does not know, it may be all based on the mechanical memory of so many days of rehearsal.

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It's a classic tragedy, but it turns out to be a love sketch. Maybe this is the inexplicable happiness of contemporary high school students.

But this kind of happiness has nothing to do with Song Yan.

The curtain was closed, and she stepped off the stage, ignoring the group of people who came to celebrate, picked up her clothes, and went straight into the dressing room.

The inferior chemical fiber fabric was removed from the body and replaced with a comfortable T-shirt before Song Yan slowly exhaled.

turned around, looked in the mirror, ripped off her hair cap, brushed her forehead, and found that her ears were a little red, she raised her hand and twisted it roughly twice.

Isn't it just two big men who accidentally touched each other, what's so popular.

The two of you can't meet without talking.

It made it look like it was real.

Song Yan thought, the door was knocked.

Song Yan asked, "Who?"

Xia Zhiye: "I."

The air fell into a moment of subtle silence.

Outside the door, Xia Zhiye laughed lazily: "Why, you are afraid to see me when you are hiding, because you are afraid that I will ask you to be responsible for me?"

Song Yan originally wanted to say that it was you who was responsible, but she felt that this was not right, so she simply didn't say it.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xia Zhiye said slowly: "It's useless to hide, this is my first kiss, you have to compensate me for what you do, like..."

The tone is long and ambiguous.

Song Yan paused at her fingertips.

Xia Zhiye restrained his smile and said seriously, "How about a big glass of meaty grapes, less ice and cheese?"

Song Yan: "…"

Cracked his knuckles indifferently.

Awkward shit, what's so embarrassing with such a person.

Xia Zhiye, who was outside the door, was still discussing fearlessly: "Oh, I'm tired of you, just buy it for me, everyone at the same table has received the first cup of milk tea in autumn, just me No, what a shame. And you see that I sacrificed my body for you just now, you just… oh, geezer, take it easy, it hurts."

Beaten up.

After the beating, the perpetrator picked up the mobile phone and opened the door with a blank expression: "Do you want to pack the cheese?"

"Yes." The perpetrator smiled and followed, hooked Song Yan's neck, and walked out together.

As for where they end up, it is their own business.

After all, no one wants to touch the green peach impulsive and rash when it is completely immature.

Young people only want the happiness in front of them.

For example, she originally thought that Song Yan would have to ignore her for a week, but now she was coaxed, and Xia Zhiye was very satisfied.

So Song Yan actually only has a hard mouth all over his body. In fact, his ears are soft, his waist is soft, his face is soft, his heart is soft, and even his fists are soft like a cat tickling.

But when it comes to softness, the mouth is actually soft.

Recalling the touch between her lips just now, Xia Zhiye's smile unconsciously deepened.

Song Yan was inexplicable: "What are you laughing at."

Xia Zhiye hooked his neck and took it back: "It's nothing, I just think our class should be stable this time."

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If the previous jury group awarded the award, it would be good to give a consolation prize for a group of performances that overturned the roof.

But this time it was the audience vote, so she won the first place with an unquestionable crushing attitude.

How much?

In this regard, the unifying teacher has nothing to say, and can only pretend that there are so many people in their grade.

After awarding the award and getting the bonus, Ruan Tian paid another thousand dollars and asked Kong Xiaoxiao to organize everyone to have a barbecue.

The list of the last dinner party counted a total of 21 people, but there were 23 people in the count.

Kong Xiaoxiao looked at Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu who were stuck in the crowd: "Are you two of the 13th class embarrassed? Are you embarrassed? Aren't you afraid of being beaten?"

"Aiya, sister Xiao, you are too outlandish. As far as our relationship with Master Xia is concerned, can we be outsiders? We both shouted when you didn't see them perform. Do you work the hardest?" Shang Huai frowned.

Kong Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows: "What is the relationship between the two of you and Master Xia? Why don't I know."

"My son-in-law." Shang Huai didn't even think about it, pointed at Zhou Ziqiu, "My big room, his second room."

Xia Zhiye: "Want to die?"

Shang Huai immediately changed his words: "Song Yan, my maid, his driver."

Kong Xiaoxiao heard this and was happy: "It's not impossible for you to say that, let's go, let's go together."

Song who was suddenly irritated by the big room: "..."

Xia Zhiye looked at his stinky face and asked with a smile, "Why, as the mistress of the house, suddenly there are two more servants, how do you feel?"

Song Yan was extremely indifferent: "I feel like I finally know why the three of you are friends."

"Why?"

"Because only a fool likes a fool."

“…”

Xia Zhiye felt that it was not without reason.

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Every Roast must pass is a barbecue restaurant opened at the back door of No. 3 Middle School.

Because of the low price and good quality, the name is auspicious, and the business has always been good, the twenty or so people could not sit in the house at all, so they set up a few tables on the side of the road and sat separately.

Before Song Yan sat down, the table and chairs in his area were basically wiped clean by Xia Zhiye.

After wiping, Xia Zhiye took the menu and asked, "Can you eat spicy food."

Song Yan: "It's okay."

"Mild or medium."

"Medium spicy."

"Do you eat lamb?"

"No."

"What about the pork belly?"

"OK."

"What do vegetarians like to eat."

"Whatever."

Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu, who were sitting opposite them, were silent for a long time, and turned their heads to ask Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen, "Are they usually so arrogant in class?"

"

After finishing speaking, Xia Zhiye, who was ordering food, raised his head and raised the succulent grapes in his hand.

Everyone: "?"

Xia Zhiye: "The first cup of milk tea in autumn."

Everyone: "So?"

Xia Zhiye: "I bought it for me at the same table."

Everyone: "…"

A moment of silence.

Shang Huai patted Xiao Chuan on the shoulder: "I'm so sorry."

Xiao Pang patted Shang Huai's leg: "We will overcome the difficulties together."

Xia Zhiye took a sip of milk tea and lay down on the back of the chair: "If I remember correctly, the guitar that someone performed tonight seems to have half of my merit medal. If you feel bitter If so, please settle the bill first."

Shang Huai simply said, "I'm sorry, Dad, I was wrong."

Speaking of this, Song Yancai remembered that today's class 13 program seemed to be a band performance organized by Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu.

The singing is really good, and it seems that she has won the second prize, but I didn't expect that the guitar was actually bought by Xia Zhiye.

This man is really blind and generous.

Looking at Song Yan's expression, Shang Huai seemed to guess what he was thinking: "Brother Yan, let me tell you, our Master Xia is very loyal, and he is very kind to the people around him. He's definitely not at a loss."

Song Yan lowered her eyelashes and said nothing.

Shang Huai thought he didn't believe it: "Really, just tell me, when I was in junior high school, Master Xia was still next door, and I was in the third middle school. At that time, I developed late and was short. When I was robbed, Master Xia didn't know me yet, but when I met him on the road, he helped me fight, and then I became familiar with it."

"After that, I wanted to form a band in the third year of junior high school, but no one else paid me any attention, but Xia Ye thought I was fine, and then pulled Zhou Ziqiu, and the three of us played a whole summer vacation and a winter vacation. Finally, I saved enough money to buy a guitar keyboard and a drum set, formed a band, and participated in the last youth music festival performance. Do you think our Master Xia is reliable?"

The owner of the barbecue shop just brought the beer over, Shang Huai opened it, gudonggudong, and slammed the can: "And I tell you, this time is summer You won't betray your class, otherwise if you come on stage with us, you will know how handsome Xia is playing drums. Back then, it was very popular in the school, and many people liked him, and I couldn't even receive love letters from girls for him."

When Xia Zhiye heard these words, he tapped his knuckles on the table twice, intending to interrupt.

Shang Huai thinks he said something wrong: "What's the matter."

"It's nothing." Xia Zhiye said casually, "I just want to correct a factual mistake of yours."

Shang Huai: "?"

"Not only girls' love letters, but also five boys' love letters. I am a person who is likeable across gender, age, men, women and children, so please don't narrowly draw for me Determining the scope of the audience is very imprecise.”

Everyone: "…"

Why can this person be so shameless.

But they dare not say it directly.

Only Song Yan slapped a snow beer in front of Xia Zhiye with a cold face, and said straightforwardly, "Please point your face."

Xia Zhiye took the can with one hand, clasped the tab with her index finger, hooked it lightly, and with a squeak, white foam emerged from the tin-gray metal, and pushed it back in front of Song Yan. Coaxing a child, he said with a smile: "Of course, it's definitely not as popular as our classmate Song Daxi."

"Song your mother is big..."

Before finishing speaking, the phone rang, and looking at the caller ID, the word "hi" that was about to be exported died without a trace.

"I'll go take a call."

Song Yan got up and left his seat.

It has been a month and a half since he came to Nanwuman, and this is Song Minghai's first call.

When I was connected, there was no greeting or concern, even as to why he only scored more than 500 points in the entrance exam and why he suddenly bought more than 1,000 roses today. Do not care.

Just straight to the point: "The day after tomorrow, your mother's memorial day, come back tomorrow."

Song Yan's tone was not emotional: "I don't want to go back."

The tone on the other end of the phone was even less emotional: "It's okay if you don't want to go back, tomorrow we're going to grandma and grandpa Lele's house for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and we don't have time to visit your mother's grave, if you have a good conscience, see for yourself Do it."

Song Yan lowered her eyelids, looked at the ground, and after a while said coldly, "I'll be back tomorrow night."

"Hmm."

As soon as the voice fell, the other end of the phone immediately turned into a cold busy tone, without the slightest stagnation.

Song Yan lowered her hand and looked down at the small puddle on the ground, where her lonely figure was reflected in a crooked, distorted and ugly, only muddy and dirty form.

Looking back, the lights behind him were bright and accessible, everyone was talking and laughing around Xia Zhiye, and the stars were as eye-catching and lively as the moon.

He suddenly envied Xia Zhiye.

It's great to be liked.

Unlike him, he was just an annoying burden from childhood to adulthood.

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When Song Yan returned to the table, the barbecue had already been served.

Xia Zhiye took a bunch of pork belly and handed it to him: "Anything?"

Song Yan took it over: "It's okay."

When the meat was delivered to the mouth, the wrist paused.

Xia Zhiye asked: "What's wrong."

Song Yan paused for a moment, but chose to continue to put the pork belly into his mouth: "It's nothing."

Is this spiciness level only medium spicy? Why is it hotter than the perverted spiciness in Beijing?

But if he directly said that he was overwhelmed by the medium spicy he ordered, he would be a little embarrassed, so he pretended not to change his face, and continued to chew slowly.

In the end, the spiciness was a bit beyond his tolerance. After he tried to eat a bunch of them, his lips had begun to appear abnormally red, and he couldn't help but open them a little. Inhale lightly.

"Sizzle", it looks like it's hot.

Xia Zhiye rarely saw that Song Yan was not so calm, so he handed over a can of cold beer and chuckled, "Slowly."

Song Yan insisted: "It's not spicy, no need."

The dead duck has a hard mouth.

Xia Zhiye held back a smile: "If it's not spicy, then another bunch?"

“…”

Childish provocation, fools will be fooled.

Then Song Yan picked up a bunch of potato chips covered with chili noodles and put it to his mouth with a blank expression.

Xia Zhiye saw that this fool was really eating, and was about to grab it, but Song Yan had already taken the first bite, and then he couldn't hold back a cough, and the chili noodles choked in his throat instantly.

Even people who are not afraid of spicy food are choked on the throat by chili noodles, and Song Yan is not very good at eating spicy food.

Song Yan held back her tears, and when she turned her back, she bent down to cover her mouth and coughed as much as she could.

The eldest young master is the eldest young master, so don’t forget the table manners at this time.

Xia Zhiye patted his back for him, handed over a can of cold beer, the only water source in his hand, and said to Shang Huai: "Go and ask the boss if he has cold white water and sugar, if you have any, take it Come here, the more the better."

Song Yan was really uncomfortable, and regardless of what Xia Zhiye handed over, she poured it down.

So when Shang Huai came back with Liangbaikai, Song Yan had already poured three large pots with Xia Zhiye's hand, and then lay down on the table, as if wanting to slow down.

Shang Huai looked at the empty cans in front of him, then looked at the water bottle in his hand, hesitantly: "...then what, do you still need it?"

"Let's put it here." Xia Zhiye planned to use the water to rinse the skewers for Song Yan later, "Where's the sugar?"

"Oh, here it is, plum candy, mint candy, chocolate candy, which one do you want?"

"Mint." Xia Zhiye took one, peeled it off, and patted Song Yan, "Eat candy."

Song Yan raised her head, opened her mouth obediently, blinked her eyes, and said nothing.

Little Fat: "…"

Shang Huai: “…”

Zhou Ziqiu: “…”

I don't know why, they think this picture is a little scary.

Xia Zhiye also felt that something was wrong.

Although Song Yan is usually too lazy to peel the candy, he peels it and delivers it to his mouth, but he usually eats it without looking at it.

Xia Zhiye tentatively shook from side to side with sugar in her fingertips, and Song Yan's head also followed her obediently.

Xia Zhiye swayed up and down twice, Song Yan also swayed up and down twice.

Xia Zhiye put the candy into his mouth, and Song Yan watched obediently, blinking.

Xia Zhiye: "…"

It's over.

Shang Huai didn't believe it either, he stretched out a finger and gestured in front of Song Yan: "One plus one equals how much?"

Song Yan: "Two."

Shang Huai exhaled: "It doesn't look like he's drunk."

Zhou Ziqiu said in disgust, "Is your standard of normal intelligence a little too low?"

Shang Huai refused to accept: "Then you come and ask."

Zhou Ziqiu turned around and said, "One times two times three times four times five times six times seven times eight times times nine times ten times more, what is the value? Please answer within three seconds."

Shang Huai and Xiaopang, who were not drunk at all and had the same intelligence as usual: "? Zhou Ziqiu, is this question a little embarrassing for you?"

Song Yan replied, "3628800."

Shang Huai and Xiaopang: "??"

Take out the calculator and press: "…"

"Sorry, we were shallow."

If Song Yan's mental state is thrown into the math test room, maybe she can get a full score back, but such a well-behaved, gentle and non-violent state really doesn't match their perception of Song Yan.

Shang Huai: "So is he drunk or not?"

Xia Zhiye: "If you weren't drunk, do you think you can still be alive right now?"

“…”

That's right.

Xia Zhiye was too lazy to pay attention to them, peeled a piece of candy and fed it to Song Yan, after letting him ease the pain in his tongue, he carried their schoolbags and helped him stand up from the seat: "Okay, let's eat, I'll take Song Yan back first."

"Don't, Master Xia, the food has just been served, why are you going back?" Shang Huai quickly stopped him.

Xia Zhiye didn't glance at him, just zippered the school uniform for Song Yan: "You didn't see that he was already drunk."

"If you're drunk, you'll be drunk." Shang Huai couldn't understand. In the past, when there was a dinner party, no one was drunk first, and he didn't see how Xia Zhiye was doing, "And isn't this good, And do the math."

Xia Zhiye didn't want to answer him.

It's autumn, the night is already cold, and Song Yan can't eat spicy or drink. It's still in this state. I'm really worried about throwing it among these unreliable people. Better to go back to sleep.

Zhou Ziqiu glanced at the two of them, and pressed Shang Huai, who was about to go up to forcibly keep the two of them: "If you want to live well, sit down and eat your food."

Shang Huai: "?"

Why? He didn't understand.

But what Zhou Ziqiu said was generally right. After thinking about it, he didn't stay.

Song Yan also cooperated very well, and was taken to the roadside by Xia Zhiye obediently.

The night is dark and there are few vehicles. It is definitely impossible to go back to this dormitory now. Xia Zhiye asked in a low voice, "Can I take you to my house now?"

Song Yan nodded: "Well, good."

Then held out her hand.

Xia Zhiye: "?"

Song Yan: "Leave."

Xia Zhiye: "…"

At that moment, he was a little bit cute by Song Yan.

I couldn't help but curled the corners of my lips, and then took Song Yan's hand: "Okay, brother hold it."

Two boys over 1.8 meters wearing school uniforms, holding hands, walking slowly in the cool autumn night.

The night was dark and heavy, the street lights were dim and trembling, the insect stings made the last weak call, and the teenagers went home.

Song Yan suddenly said, "I smell the fragrance of osmanthus."

Xia Zhiye explained: "There used to be a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus trees in this alley, and now there is still one in my grandmother's yard and mine."

Song Yan responded: "Oh."

Xia Zhiye added: "So its name is actually called Zaijiu Lane."

Song Yan tilted her head: "So we live in Zaijiu Lane?"

Xia Zhiye thought the use of the personal pronoun Song Yan was very interesting, and turned his head to look at Song Yan.

Song Yanzheng raised his head slightly.

When the whole person looked up and looked up, he looked particularly well-behaved.

Xia Zhiye couldn't hold back, took out his mobile phone, took a picture, and then replied: "Well, we live in Zaijiu Lane, which is this small yard, remember?"

Song Yan nodded obediently, and Xia Zhiye smiled again.

He held him with one hand, took out the key with the other, and opened the courtyard door.

As soon as the door opened, the door next door also opened, and the little mahjong ran out and hugged Xia Zhiye's knee: "The little mahjong has not seen Brother Ye for a week! Good! I miss Brother Ye!"

After that, Grandma Liu also ran out: "Little mahjong, I told you, don't run around at night. Hey, Ono, why are you back? Oh, Xiao Song, what's the matter? What, why does it smell like alcohol?"

Xia Zhiye: "He drank some beer and got drunk accidentally."

"Oh, you children, why are you drinking beer in such a cold day? Have you eaten dinner? I didn't eat it when I saw it. Wait, grandma will cook some millet for you. Porridge, there is honey on the cabinet, you can make a cup for Xiao Song to drink first."

Grandma Liu ran into the kitchen with a little mahjong in a panic after finishing a lot of chatter.

Song Yan stood on the spot, her eyes followed her direction, and she blinked.

Xia Zhiye looked at him like this, guessing that he might not be able to digest the meaning of this large section of Nanwu dialect that Grandma Liu said, and was about to explain.

Song Yan said, "She must love you very much."

Xia Zhiye didn't expect Song Yan to suddenly say this, her eyebrows raised slightly.

Song Yan said: "She will scold you and cook for you."

Xia Zhiye jokingly said, "Is this really love?"

Song Yan nodded seriously: "Well, because no one scolds me, and no one cooks for me."

After a pause, she shook her head again: "No, Auntie will cook for me, but that's because she gave her money, so she can't count as loving me."

A person who is usually indifferent and tough, but now with his head drooping, he said these childish words earnestly and word by word, which made people feel sour for no reason.

Xia Zhiye remembered what Song Yan had said when he was a child that his aunt had told his boy to get his ears pierced to support him, and finally confirmed that Song Yan, this child, was really no one hurt when he was a child.

It's no wonder that she develops such a bad temper.

But it just looks stinky, but it's actually cute.

I can't see others being bullied, and I can't see others being embarrassed.

Xia Zhiye thought, Song Yan raised his head again, looked at him, and the night was reflected in his eyes: "Do you think I am a particularly annoying child?"

Xia Zhiye squinted and asked in a low voice, "Why does little child Song Yan think so?"

"Because if it's not particularly annoying, why doesn't anyone like me? My father doesn't like me, my mother doesn't like me, and my aunt who raised me since I was a child doesn't like me either." Song Yan He tilted his head and blinked slowly.

The layer of light mist that was in the eyes before was turned into an imperceptible wetness on the eyelashes by his slow blink, as if trying to hide some kind of fragile emotion, pitch black Only the dark and unknown night sky remained in his eyes.

He was thinking hard.

Like a child who did nothing wrong but tried to correct him because he wanted to be liked by adults.

Wronged and at a loss.

Xia Zhiye's heart was suddenly pierced.

The feeling of being stabbed is far more intense than the speed of my heart when I saw Song Yan changing clothes and accidentally kissing his cheek on stage before.

Although he doesn't know what Song Yan has experienced, but looking at Song Yan's appearance at this moment, a certain emotion is like a sudden surging tide, which instantly overwhelms his heart and brings Come suffocating paralysis and grief.

Later Xia Zhiye thought that even though he didn't understand what the emotion he had towards Song Yan was that night, the love he said to Song Yan was not exactly the same as in the future Like about love.

But he knew very well that night for the first time he had an absurd urge to make someone hurt from now on.

So he reached out and gently rubbed Song Yan's head, the boy's voice was deep and gentle in the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

He said: "How can no one like you, at least I like it very much."

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The author has something to say:Lao Xia: I am talking about the love of straight men for brothers

Onlookers: Okay, I understand.

Note: The lines of the drama "Liang Zhu" in this chapter are all quoted from the famous Chinese Huangmei film "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai", which is a tribute, not an original, thank you to the predecessors of the artists.