Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

It is said that when people subconsciously feel that they have done something wrong and are discovered by others, they will choose to let go or escape for the first time.

But at that moment, Song Yan just held Xia Zhiye's hand tightly, and Xia Zhiye also held back with the same strength.

Umbrellas dangled at their feet, and the rain tickly rolled down, making the dappled steps even more muddy.

Liu Deqing looked at this scene and didn't have a big reaction. He had been teaching for so many years, and this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

On one side are the outstanding alumni who are very representative in the history of their school, and on the other side are the two most outstanding students of their class. Such a meeting should have been beaming, full of praise and compliment.

At this moment, he was silent and confrontation, and he was so tense that he was not sure if he was thinking too much.

Before he was further confirmed, Song Minghai had already said gracefully: "Director Liu, Lao Xia and I have something to tell the children, why don't you go to work first?"

"Oh, okay, no problem. I'll go to the concert hall first. I'll ask volunteers to bring you here later."

Song Minghai raised his chin slightly and looked at Song Yan: "Get in the car."

Elder Xia, who has always been kind and kind, also smiled and said lightly: "Xia Zhiye, come here."

Song Yan thought, if it was in a movie, a TV series, or a romantic novel, he should hold Xia Zhiye's hand now, and he wouldn't be able to choose his head to run in this heavy rain.

Fuck the college entrance exam.

Fuck puppy love.

Fuck Song Minghai.

It's a pity that they are just an ordinary old street, in front of an ordinary school gate, ordinary teenagers who want to live with each other for the rest of their lives.

So they shook each other's hands, and after feeling each other's strength and temperature, they walked towards the opposite side firmly, and each stepped into the expensive and famous car that they were determined to be unable to afford with their current strength.

When the door was closed, Song Yan was still sitting in the co-pilot, Song Minghai was still sitting in the back seat, looking at Song Yan with a scrutiny through the rearview mirror.

"I heard that Xia Zhiye spent this winter vacation with his sister and brother-in-law in Beijing."

Song Yan didn't like their ramblings in the business world, so she asked indifferently, "So what are you going to do?"

"Transfer. Break contact. Go the way of a normal person."

An unsurprising answer.

Song Yan tilted her head and looked out the window. He remembered that when he first came, what he hated the most was the endless rainy season in this city, but now that he looks at it, he actually likes it.

He said, "If I don't want to."

Song Minghai answered quickly: "It has nothing to do with whether you want it or not, Song Yan, you will be 17 years old in a few days, you don't even have full capacity for civil conduct, do you think What if you don't want to."

Without any emotional ups and downs, arrogant as if this is a must-win war.

He looked at Song Yan: "Of course, you can cry, you can make trouble, you can drag Xia Zhiye to elope, make the city full of storms, you have to live and die, and the trouble is extremely ugly, and then you both transfer schools, for you A very special addition to his résumé. But trust me."

Song Minghai paused for a moment and smiled sarcastically: "Even if you are shameless, the Xia family will never allow this kind of thing to exist, so if you don't transfer, it will be Xia Zhiye who will transfer. As far as I know, he should have a cheap grandmother and a cheap sister who need to be taken care of in a small bungalow nearby, but after leaving, there is really nothing left."

"At the same time, if you become a rebellious underage homosexual who dropped out of school, I can justifiably judge that you are not eligible for inheriting your mother's inheritance on the grounds that you are defective in morality and morality, and then cut off You have all your sources of income, and appreciate your life with nothing. But I don't think it's a good idea, what do you think, Song Yan?"

Song Minghai sat in the back seat in a relaxed manner, looking at Song Yan's brows in the rearview mirror, revealing a gentlemanly smile.

Song Yan looked at all this coldly through the car window, and was not surprised.

Sure enough, this is Song Minghai, who calmly grasps everything in his hands, knows all the weaknesses and handles of others, and then unhesitantly punches and punches hard.

He will never let Song Minghai take that legacy away.

Because that inheritance represents Qin Qing's freedom, the guarantee of her and Song Lele's future life, and the possible existence of a wife who completely trampled Song Minghai underfoot and looked at him like a bereaved dog The opportunity to destroy the ion dispersion business.

He will not let Xia Zhiye turn away.

He can leave Nanwu, as long as there is Xia Zhiye.

But Xia Zhiye can't.

In addition, they transferred to the third middle school, and now they leave, what should they do with their orphans and widows.

And this is where Xia Zhiye grew up, there are his friends, his brothers, all his memories from childhood to adulthood, how can he be willing to let Xia Zhiye be forced to transfer from here, and leave the field hastily .

That eye-catching and decent arrogant young man should hold the first place and graduate proudly under the gaze of all those who love him and his loved ones, but there may be one less of him among those people That's it.

It's just one less of myself.

Song Yan originally thought that she had prepared enough psychologically, that she had enough calmness and reason, but when she thought of this sentence, her heart still couldn't help but throb, it hurt so much He closed his eyes, not daring anyone to see the sourness in his eyes.

He realized that the jokes Fang Chang and Zhao Ruiwen said were not exaggerated.

He has long been accustomed to being inseparable with Xia Zhiye, and that Xia Zhiye can be touched when he stretches out his hand, kicked when he lifts his leg, and can be called with one mouth.

Xia Zhiye infiltrated almost every inch of the air in his life, so he never thought what would happen if one day he really couldn't see Xia Zhiye in his field of vision.

But that's all he can do.

He exhaled a long breath, then opened his eyes, looked at Song Minghai coldly through the rearview mirror: "I'm transferring, but there is a condition."

"Speak."

"Let's go after the cultural performance of the school celebration."

"Give me a reason."

"It's my birthday."

Song Minghai fell silent when he heard this reason.

And Song Yan just looked at the sky with dark clouds in the distance, her voice was low and distant: "Dad, I have never had a real birthday in my life."

That daddy is a long-lost, unfamiliar and difficult name.

Song Minghai looked at the face that was similar to himself reflected in the car window, and suddenly had a premonition that he had completely lost something.

Perhaps it was at that moment that he finally had the slightest reluctance to be a parent.

Maybe it was his extrajudicial favor after he was finally satisfied with the negotiation result of this deal.

In short, after a short pause, he replied, "Okay. It's over when the time comes. You and I will go and get off."

Song Yan opened the car door, and the rain fell on his shoulders.

He tried to turn around and close the door, but Song Minghai stopped him: "Song Yan."

Song Yan held the door and lowered her eyes coldly.

Song Minghai sat in the carriage and looked up: "Do you know why I always win?"

Song Yan said nothing.

Song Minghai said slowly: "Because none of your food and clothing expenses are a hundred times better than ordinary people, and none of them are earned by your own ability. Relying on the decisions of others is the powerlessness of the weak, understand?"

This is the powerlessness of the weak.

This is the second time Song Minghai said this to him.

Same location, same tone, same content.

And he had to admit that Song Minghai was right.

This is their powerlessness.

Because I am not strong enough, mature enough, and independent enough, I am always powerless at such an age.

For example, the little prince watch he failed to protect.

For example, this time he failed to stay.

But he thinks that Song Minghai may have forgotten one thing, no weak will always be weak, especially when encountering people and things that they want to own and protect, they can always Become powerful at an unexpected speed.

"Thank you."

Song Yan left the two words to Song Minghai and closed the car door.

Turn around and enter under Xia Zhiye's umbrella, the wind and rain are blocked, with the familiar warm citrus scent soaking in the air.

He looked up at Xia Zhiye: "Do you believe we will never break up no matter what?"

Xia Zhiye held an umbrella, looked down at him, and replied seriously and gently, "I believe it."

So Song Yan lowered her eyelashes and took Xia Zhiye's hand.

Two strings of the same bracelet collide gently together, which is a silent tacit understanding.

They carried umbrellas and walked into the rain side by side.

In front of Song Minghai, in front of Lao Xia, in front of all the witnesses in that old street who watched them go to school and school together every day into the rain.

The driver of the Xia family couldn't help but said, "Old Xia, do you really agree with that?"

Elder Xia sighed deeply: "What if you don't agree? The law stipulates that us parents can only manage them until they are eighteen, because everyone's life is their own. , no one else can manage or take responsibility for it.”

So he will only take care of Xia Zhiye until he is eighteen.

Before this, he was just a feudal parent who was the most selfish, outdated and wanted his children. He would not let Xia Zhiye see Song Yan again.

Because he wasn't sure if it was their youthful ignorant impulse, he couldn't watch his child go down a hard road.

put one's oar in.

A long sigh on a rainy day is the ending that the teenagers have long been sure of.

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When Xia Zhiye and Song Yan appeared at the door of the body room as usual, they found a solemn silence inside the door, and everyone looked at them, as if they wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it , Kong Xiaoxiao's eyes were even a little red.

Song Yan was the first to laugh: "What's wrong with you?"

As soon as they saw him laughing, the others couldn't hold back for a moment, and the chubby choked up: "Brother Yan, why are you still laughing, just now Kong Xiaoxiao went to the Academic Affairs Office to pick up the props, and heard that Liu Deqing gave the others The teacher said that your father is going to transfer you away."

"Oh, this." Song Yan smiled, "That's what happened. They found out that I was dating Xia Zhiye."

“…”

Because it was too understated and insignificant, the others sat there, not knowing how to react for a while.

Only Song Yan still smiled and said, "But my dad said he would take me away after we finished the performance. It just happens to be my birthday, so you can do your best when the time comes."

Maybe it was because Song Yan was too cold and irritable, so when he smiled like this, everyone couldn't help but feel sour.

Little Fatty was the first to hug Song Yan and cried aloud: "Why is your dad like this, what's wrong with him, why do you have to transfer schools, how long has it been since you transferred? , is it fun to turn around?"

Song Yan, who has always refused to be touched by everyone except Xia Zhiye, patted him on the back for the first time: "Okay, don't cry for the 200-pound fat man, I will make milk tea at the school gate The membership card of the store is left to you, and you can exchange three cups of milk tea for free with one more stamp."

Little Fatty cried even more: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo together, you are so kind, brother Yan, you are really kind, you don't want to walk, I can't bear you, I really can't bear to bear it."

Zhao Ruiwen couldn't bear it anymore, he rushed up and hugged Song Yan from behind: "I was wrong, brother Yan, I shouldn't say that you are tired of giving dog food, I still I can see you guys get dog food until graduation, really, can you not transfer schools, what will happen to our Master Xia if you transfer schools?"

"That's right, you can sprinkle dog food as you like, just don't go."

"I will not change the script, I will write you he, I must write you he, woo woo woo..."

The other boys in the body room didn't cry as much as the two of them, but their eyes were red, and they came up to give Song Yan a hard hug one after another.

Before the change, Xia Zhiye must have been jealous and kicked these people away one by one, but now he just stands silently watching Song Yan, watching him and the city officially open farewell ceremony.

Looking at this sharp young man who was so cold and indifferent when he first met him, he seemed to never make friends, but now he has learned to say that precious, goodbye with a gentle smile.

And after all the boys had said their goodbyes, Kong Xiaoxiao stood in front of Song Yan, holding the pair of red dresses, holding back her choking, calmly said: "Don't worry, Brother Yan, we will definitely be there by then. It will be played well, and we have to change the ending to he, buy you the biggest cake, and give you a birthday without any regrets. So you go try the clothes first, see if they fit, no I'll change it tomorrow if it suits me."

Song Yan took it with both hands and said with a smile, "Okay, thank you Sister Xiao."

He is a very good-looking boy. Now with such a gentle smile, Kong Xiaoxiao can't help it. "Wow", he burst into tears: "Brother Yan, if you feel uncomfortable, just cry. You hold it like this, I look uncomfortable."

As if they really thought their reaction was too exaggerated.

Song Yan couldn't help laughing and said: "Don't talk about it like you have a terminal illness. Xia Zhiye and I will never break up, just our two grades, after the college entrance examination, it is not a stable Peking University. Master, what is there to cry about?"

"Really?"

Kong Xiaoxiao sucked her nose and was suspicious.

Song Yan held the red dress, looked back at Xia Zhiye, raised her eyebrows and said, "Is it true?"

"Of course it's true." Xia Zhiye stepped forward as usual, put on Song Yan's shoulder, and smiled lazily, "Do you think I can't get into Peking University, or I hate brother Can't get into Peking University?"

"Neither."

"That's okay, okay, don't cry anymore, if you don't know, I think Brother Yan will beat you up. Let's change clothes first, and you can see how the script is changed."

Xia Zhiye held the wedding dress in one hand and Song Yan in the other, and walked slowly to the dressing room behind the concert hall, bowing his head and laughing and talking to Song Yan from time to time. He went into the locker room with his dress.

Undressing, changing clothes, calm and orderly, it seems that there is really no big difference.

It seems that they are both rational and calm enough not to cry unnecessarily because of such a temporary separation.

He tried hard to endure the soreness that came up from the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose, opened his eyes wide, tried not to be blurred by tears, and tried to keep his fingertips smooth and meticulous.

However, the tip of the nose is still getting more and more sour, the vision is still getting blurry, the fingertips are still shaking more and more, the little button just can't get into the loop that should be put into it. in the article.

When he failed again and again, he couldn't see anything clearly in front of him. He lowered his head and cried out, "Xia Zhiye."

Then the curtain was lifted, and he was embraced in his arms: "I'm here."

The voice is the same hoarse and trembling.

At that moment Song Yan finally couldn't bear it anymore, he leaned into Xia Zhiye's arms, his fingers tightly grasped the front of his shirt, his voice was uncontrollable: "Xia Zhiye, I I don’t want to go. I really don’t want to go. I don’t know if I can make it through, I don’t know what I should do if I can’t make it through, I’m afraid that the depression will recur, I’m afraid that I won’t be able to sleep again, I’m afraid of being separated What should I do if you don't come to me for so long. Xia Zhiye, I'm so sad, really sad, the kind of sadness that I can't breathe, what should I do?"

The tail drowns in a desperate choke.

The bright red satin fabric on Xia Zhiye's shoulders smothered large areas of dark wetness.

The cold and hard boy finally lost his disguise, his thin and thin back, hopelessly trembling like a winter butterfly.

Xia Zhiye couldn't express how much he felt in his heart at that time, nor how much he hated his powerlessness.

He could only hug Song Yan tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't be afraid, I will definitely find you, I will definitely find you, my boyfriend has never spoken I've counted it, right? So you must eat well, sleep well, and pick you up when I arrive with the property certificate, bank card, and diamond ring."

Song Yan wanted to say yes, but he was afraid that he could no longer cry when he opened his mouth. , then nodded, and a "hmm" overflowed from his nose.

Xia Zhiye raised her head and closed her eyes, trying to stop some kind of liquid from falling.

Then took a deep breath, smiled and rubbed Song Yan's head: "It's only a year and a half, we have sixty and a half years in the future, what are we afraid of. And now the technology is so advanced , it's not a long-distance relationship, it means losing contact. We can play games and chat together. If it really doesn't work, we can write a letter and express it to you. Just like Zhou Ziqiu, Shen Jiayan and the others, they are dating online, and we can turn on a voice changer to increase the fun. , you said that is not the case."

Song Yan's throat rolled up and down: "Yeah."

"Then we've been so tired these days, okay? I'm not tired of you enough yet."

"Hmm."

"Then raise your head and show me if it's okay, we hate brother's natural beauty and beauty, it's too bad not to look at it twice."

"Fuck you."

Song Yan finally burst into tears and smiled, lightly kicked Xia Zhiye, and raised her head.

Xia Zhiye's eyes.

At that moment, he realized that he fell in love with Song Yan earlier than he thought.

Perhaps it was the time when he broke Song Yan and put on his wedding dress, and he thought about how good it would be to be his bride in the future if this was a girl.

Unfortunately, Song Yan is not a girl, but a boy, so she can only be his groom in the future.

But it doesn't matter.

"Song Yan, we will always be together."

He lightly touched the wound on the corner of Song Yan's lips, and then kissed deeply.

It was the most forceful, hopeless and sure kiss of Xia Zhiye in Song Yan's memory.

It seems to be trying to use this kiss to prove to the young and powerless them that even if they have nothing, they will still love each other deeply, worth the time, the distance, the prejudice in the world and an unknown remaining path.

So many years later, Song Yan can recall the sweetness of the blood and the saltiness of the tears in the kiss.

At that time, he had been wearing the wedding ring engraved with Xia Zhiye's name for many years, but whenever he recalled those days, he still always thought that there was nothing , How can they be so naive and full of confidence in each other, thinking that they will always be together forever.

Maybe those naive and middle-aged people are the most moving places in young love.

For example, they were so naive that in the days before they left, they wore lovers' clothes every day and swaggered on campus.

For example, Xia Zhiye bought 466 mint-flavored lollipops for him, and asked him to eat one every day, saying that when he finished eating, he came.

For example, when she was so naive, she would always hold hands under the desk tightly when she was in class, she would hide in the woods to kiss when she was studying at night, and she would squeeze the 616 dormitory together when she was sleeping. They slept together on the very small single bed.

Change the fate of you and Yingtai? If you want to complain, you have too many ideas. You are so young and ignorant that you can change the people around you if you don’t like it! Thinking that the two of you can change this era!”[1]

Every word, with a loud voice, clearly fell into the ears of Mr. Song, an outstanding alumnus sitting in the first row.

The people in the audience groaned softly.

Therefore, the fate of my parents, the overstepping of life and death, can't stop me, even if I can't get married in life, I have to die in pairs."

So a prophecy.

Zhu Yingtai was forced by her parents to put on a red wedding dress to marry Ma Wencai.

Liang Shanbo fell ill with love, and was slender, so he could not see Zhu Yingtai again until his death.

Zhu Yingtai's sedan chair passed by Liang Shanbo's grave. She was dressed in wedding clothes, but she didn't want to marry. In desperation, she touched the monument and fell in a pool of blood.

The lights were dim, and there was sorrow and joy, and white petals fluttered in the air.

As long as it turns into a butterfly, the curtain will be complete.

However, a low and gentle voice came from the darkness: "Yingtai."

Then the lights came on, the sadness stopped, and the white rose petals that should have fallen disappeared.

Xia Zhiye walked out from behind the tomb, dressed in bright red and happy to obey, squatted down in front of Song Yan, and gently stroked his face: "I'm here to pick you up."

His eyes were so gentle that Song Yan couldn't tell whether Liang Shanbo said this to Zhu Yingtai or Xia Zhiye said to Song Yan, he just felt a sudden tightness in his throat terribly.

Xia Zhiye was not affected by his forgetting words, and still smiled softly: "I should have returned to Huangquan this time, but the King of Hell pity me that I had an obsession before my death, so I let it go again. I come back to fulfill my wish. Guess what I am obsessed with?"

"Why?"

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you forever. So I'm here now to ask you to marry me. I'm obsessed with it, I wonder if you'll still be willing."

Xia Zhiye looked extremely beautiful in a red robe, and when she said this with a gentle smile, Song Yan thought, no one in this world can refuse.

It's like he has no reason not to love Xia Zhiye.

No matter how hard the road is.

What's more, he also saw the deep sadness and sadness in Xia Zhiye's eyes besides the gentle smile.

So he looked into Xia Zhiye's eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I will."

Chasing the light fell on them in the dark, the red rose petals fluttered from the sky, the suona song with the full moon and the flowers happily sounded, and they knelt opposite each other.

The narration begins.

"Worship the world."

Thanks they were fortunate enough to know each other here.

"The second worship hall."

Worship the powerlessness of their youth.

"The husband and wife worship each other."

We believe we will be together in the end.

The ceremony is over, the lights are dimmed, and the curtain is over.

The audience was in an uproar.

The whole room was full of goodwill applause, cheers and blessings.

Because except for a very small number of insiders, all the audience thought that this was just a soft-hearted teenager who changed the poignant legend to a more happy ending.

However, only those softhearted teenagers understand that a happy ending is only a cruel and realistic expectation.

They will be separated eventually.

They turned off the mic.

Song Yan said: "Xia Zhiye, we may have to say goodbye first."

For the first time, Xia Zhiye didn't come to hug him when he was choked up, but just lowered his head, as if trying to hide something, "Yeah": "Okay."

Song Yan couldn't see his expression clearly, only the earrings with the word "Happiness" on his left ear reflected a faint luster under the faintly penetrating light.

Song Yan don't overdo it.

He thought, this is why he dare not watch Guanyin from now on.