Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Zhu Suisheng found a collection of poetry to read, but in his heart he was still thinking about the bank card that he had not given away, so he looked up at Jinchen from time to time.

The aroma of hot coffee lingered between the two of them, and the palms of his hands were soaked in the warmth from the cup wall. Zhu Suisheng looked at the poem absent-mindedly, and suddenly hesitated between a few lines of words, raised his eyes and stared at Jinchen.

Jinchen's eyes moved away from the book and were successfully attracted by the burning gaze.

Zhu Suisheng whispered: "There are diseases worse than illness, and there is pain without pain. Neither of them is in the soul, but it is more painful than any other pain."

"What do you think it is?"

Jinchen was silent for two seconds. Of course, he didn't think Zhu Suisheng was reciting poems with him, so he waited for Zhu Suisheng to finish.

Zhu Suisheng: "It is nothingness, so..."

He put the bank card on that page and stuffed the whole book to Jinchen, "You need money."

Jinchen: "..."

“I don’t think that’s what Pessoa meant.”

"So what? This is what I saw." The young master, who had no ability to appreciate poetry, said confidently.

Zhu Suisheng was a little anxious and said angrily: "Just think of it as me wanting to be friends with you, okay? If you don't accept me, I won't help you if you are bullied again in the future."

He didn't want to be reminded of the difficulties in Jinchen's profile every time he saw Zhou An, which made him unable to sleep well these days.

Zhu Suisheng had never been rejected so repeatedly by anyone before. At the moment, he couldn't tell whether he felt more dissatisfied or inexplicably wronged, but in an instant he was attracted by the hand that was slowly approaching until it landed on his head.

Jinchen touched his head, stroking his hair gently, the action was very gentle, as if coaxing someone, "Then I'll accept it, will you be happy?"

Zhu Suisheng nodded, at least he could have a good sleep.

Jinchen took out the bank card from the book and withdrew his hand from Zhu Suisheng's hair.

"Thank you."

When Zhu Suisheng heard this thank you, he pursed his lips silently. If Jinchen knew the real reason, he might never say this.

Moreover, if Jinchen really knew, they would not be able to sit down and chat calmly like they did today.

"Then don't work part-time in the future." Zhu Suisheng said sullenly, "It's so tiring."

Jinchen felt that Zhu Suisheng might have some misunderstanding about his work.

A smile flashed across his eyes, and he didn't explain, just replied: "Okay."

Jinchen opened the poetry collection again and pushed it back to Zhu Suisheng, as if it was a page he had opened accidentally.

But when Zhu Suisheng looked at it again, there were three blank lines above.

I think of you day and night.

This is subtle and complex.

Maybe it doesn't make sense at all.

Zhu Suisheng's mind moved slightly, and when he looked at Jinchen again, he had already started reading the information book again.

The subtle coincidence is like a snowflake falling to the ground, so soft that there is no sound.

Zhu Suisheng held the cup and drank the last sip of hot coffee, then finally curled the corners of his lips again.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +7, totaling 17! 】

It was already evening when I came out of the library.

Winter evenings are quieter and darker, with the sky dyed a velvety gray-blue.

The lights in the popular restaurant on the street outside the library gradually turned on, and the warm yellow light visually weakened the coldness.

But physically, Zhu Suisheng only felt colder than in the afternoon.

"May you be born again."

Zhu Suisheng raised his voice and hummed, then turned to look at Jinchen beside him, a smile curved in the corners of his eyes: "This is the first time you called me by my name."

Jinchen took off her scarf, took a step forward and tied it on Zhu Suisheng, who looked a little surprised but not rejecting.

"...What? Aren't you cold yourself?" Zhu Suisheng looked up at him. His cheeks were already starting to feel hot. The warmth from the scarf had not yet dissipated, and when it touched the skin on his neck, it caused slight ripples.

"I won't catch a cold." Jin Chen said, and took out some candy from his pocket, "Here you go."

Zhu Suisheng looked at his palm and suddenly asked with a smile: "It's not peppermint candy again, it's very cold to eat in winter."

"No."

There was also a hint of smile in Jinchen's calm voice, "Hazelnut candy."

Zhu Suisheng took the candies and said, "Okay, I'll treat you to candies next time too."

They left in different directions. Jinchen was going back to the dormitory, while Zhu Suisheng was going back to the Zhu family. He repeatedly saw Zhou An trying his best to get closer to his parents.

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that's the truth.

As soon as Zhu Suisheng returned home, he heard the housekeeper say that many relatives had come and wanted to see the long-lost young master before the banquet.

It's annoying. Zhu Suisheng thought to himself, how could there be someone as annoying as Zhou An in the world.

And today the arrival of certain relatives was simply a hodgepodge of all kinds of unpleasant people.

Zhu Suisheng walked into the front hall with a stiff face. As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by a bustling noise. All kinds of familiar and unfamiliar relatives were praising Zhou An.

When he heard someone say that Zhou An looked like his daddy, the corners of his lips twitched, and he admired their ability to tell lies.

Today, Zhou An sat on the single sofa that belonged to Zhu Suisheng. When Zhu Suisheng came back, he deliberately ignored him and just smiled and drank with his relatives, happily calling this uncle and that uncle.

"Shengsheng, come here." Shi Qian noticed this and patted the sofa beside her to let Zhu Suisheng sit next to her. She coaxed him apologetically, "There were too many people today, so Mommy didn't stop us. I'll get you a new one tomorrow, okay?"

Zhu Suisheng nodded, leaned back, rubbed his chin on the scarf he had not taken off, and looked coldly at the group of people behind Shi Qian.

Piled next to the coffee table were the gifts they gave to Zhou An. No matter if they were sincere or not, they had to save face, so these gifts all had a common characteristic: expensive and rare.

Zhu Suisheng was upset and suddenly felt that one million was too little. Jinchen had finally agreed to accept it today, and he should have given more earlier.

He stood up and walked to the terrace, pouring himself a glass of mulled wine.

Zhu Suisheng's departure was discovered, and a cousin who had always been at odds with him deliberately followed him. He leaned against the wall of the terrace and teased Zhu Suisheng, "You will have another brother in the future. Do you feel any sense of crisis?"

When he looked at Zhu Suisheng, the latter had already regained his proud smile, "Why are you so excited? A sense of crisis is only felt by people who are unsure and lack love. Are you such a person, cousin?"

Yu Wu: “…”

"Don't beat around the bush and scold me."

"Then don't come here to seek for presence." Zhu Suisheng smiled and tilted his head.

This smile is so familiar.

Yu Wu suddenly remembered the reason why he and Zhu Suisheng didn't get along.

He lived in the old house with his grandfather. Zhu Suisheng also lived there for a while when he was a child. At that time, he thought that little Suisheng was a lovely little brother.

It was not until he saw with his own eyes that Xiao Suisheng pressed the neighbor's baby who had stolen its toy into a mud puddle, with the mud half covering his head, that he was so scared that he rushed over to stop him, but he saw that Xiao Suisheng's eyes were red with tears the next second. It turned out that his grandmother had come to find him.

Xiao Suisheng is a very good actor and he hid the truth from many adults. He tried to tell a whistle, and the next day when he was going down the stairs, he missed a step and almost fell down. When he looked back, he saw the cute face of Xiao Suisheng.

Even now, Yu Wu sometimes feels scared when he thinks about it.

Trying to push someone down the stairs is a cruel thing that even adults cannot do, but Zhu Suisheng has been well aware of this since he was a child.

"You're amazing," Yu Wu said half sarcastically and half sighing, "After all these years, no one has discovered your true identity."

He could predict what would happen to Zhou An in the future. Zhu Suisheng was such a selfish person that he would never allow anyone to take away his things.

"Thank you for the compliment." Zhu Suisheng raised his glass to him.

Yu Wu's eyes twitched and he turned and left the terrace.