My bamboo horse can destroy the world

"What are you doing!" With a roar, both Song Lin and Song Juncheng stopped. Song Juncheng's expression kept changing, and finally he just stood up and looked away without saying a word.

Song Lin felt cold in his heart, clicked his tongue lightly, and looked back impatiently at the old man who just came back from outside.

However, the moment Song Lin turned his head, a slap was directly slapped on Song Lin's face with a slight sound of scraping the air. Broken, mouthful of blood.

Even after rushing out of the siege among so many people, Song Lin's face was only bruised, but this time it swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Song Lin moved his mouth and swallowed the bloody smell in his mouth. He didn't say anything, he didn't raise his eyes, he just stood there quietly, completely without the arrogance he had in front of Song Juncheng before.

"Find trouble for me as soon as you come back!" Song Guoyuan shouted at Song Lin angrily, and blamed everything on Song Lin without thinking about it.

"Sorry." Song Lin never resisted Song Guoyuan, not even when he almost broke his leg back then.

No matter how bad Song Guoyuan's attitude towards him is, it's fine to beat or scold him. Even if Song Guoyuan cheated in marriage and then let people in, Song Lin knew clearly in his heart that it was definitely not something he could get involved in. .

After all, he still relies on the old man to feed and support him, and he can go to school and be educated like everyone else.

No matter how much resentment he had in his heart, Song Lin had no right to vent it on Song Guoyuan.

"You really want to piss me off!" Song Guoyuan stared angrily, "Is your brother someone you can touch casually?"

"Feel sorry."

To Song Guoyuan, Song Lin's modest and apologetic attitude was more like hitting the cotton with a fist, and it really made Song Guoyuan extremely uncomfortable that he couldn't let it out.

Obviously, Song Lin was still a very cute child when his wife was alive. Because of his wife's death, his son's temperament changed drastically. Although Song Guoyuan was disappointed, he never gave up on this child, not only because of responsibility, but also because of Song Lin. His blood was running down his body.

But Song Lin's current appearance really disappointed him.

"Don't dangle in front of my eyes." Song Guoyuan turned and left.

The stepmother next to Song Guoyuan didn't even look at Song Lin after seeing Song Guoyuan leave, and trot to Song Juncheng's side to comfort him worriedly.

"Why don't you be careful, tell you not to talk to other people casually, why don't you just listen!" The woman's gestures are actually well-educated, even though she didn't make a mockery of Song Lin, it is already a manifestation of her status Everyone has a ladylike demeanor, but the disdain mixed in the tone cannot be hidden.

Song Lin just glanced at it lightly, reached out and rubbed his swollen cheek, it hurt so much.

Turning around and leaving, it was as if Song Juncheng's mother and son were just a cloud of non-existent air in his eyes. Song Lin's indifference made the woman grit her teeth, her heart was full of anger, and she tried not to show it.

"Mom, I'm fine." Song Juncheng managed to endure the pain, and although he felt a complete burning sensation in his abdomen, it wasn't that difficult.

"That kid is really ignorant, he doesn't know how to respect people, and he doesn't know how his mother raised him!" The woman was obviously very upset that her son was beaten, but Song Lin swelled up. After all, her cheek calmed her angry mood.

"Mom!" Song Juncheng's face turned serious, a little gloomy, "Didn't I tell you many times? Don't slander Song Lin's mother casually."

"You brat, am I trying to fight for you?" The woman was very dissatisfied with her son's disobedience, but she still loved her and did not dare to speak harshly.

"No matter what happens to Song Lin and me, it's a matter between the two of us, mom, don't interfere." Song Juncheng himself knew that he had nothing to be proud of as the son of Xiaosan. But in the end it still destroyed Song Lin's family.

Although he was only one year older, Song Juncheng was somewhat more mature than Song Lin, and he knew his mother's self-willed, suspicious and arrogant personality.

"Are you still blaming me?" The woman stared at her heavily made-up eyes, unable to believe that her son actually blamed him.

"Anyway, Song Lin's mother died a long time ago. You are the one sitting in this position. What do you care about with a dead person?" Song Juncheng curled his lips.

"The woman is dead, but her son is not dead!"

"Mom!" Song Juncheng immediately stopped the woman's words, and the woman immediately realized that this is not the place to say such words, and looked around worriedly, feeling glad that Song Guoyuan was not here.

"Okay, let's go to dinner, I'll go up and wash my hands." Song Juncheng helplessly begged his mother, went upstairs, his room was on the right side of the stairs, but his eyes were fixed on the left side of the stairs belonged to Song Lin room door.

In the beginning, Song Guoyuan hoped that the two children could play with each other before arranging their rooms together, but now he did not expect that this staircase existed like a [-]th parallel line, completely separating the two of them, even Song Lin was in the room. When going up and down the stairs, they will strictly abide by the [-]th parallel guidelines, and will never step into 'his place'.

Song Lin returned to the room, turned on the light and looked at his completely swollen cheeks. He hadn't felt better all day long. His bruised nose and swollen face were really unsightly. He lost the spray that Qu Yuanhan gave him. , Song Lin himself didn't bother to take the medicine.

Turned off the light and lay on the bed. The decoration of the room is low-key and gorgeous. Song Guoyuan specially invited a designer to design the room for him. However, many details show that this is a room suitable for children, not what a high school student needs. place.

Song Guoyuan hadn't taken the initiative to care about him for a long time. All the living expenses on hand were transferred to his card by his assistant on time.

Eating other people's food, drinking other people's food, being raised by others, Song Lin knew that he had no right to speak.

Just when Song Lin was still in a daze, a strange sound suddenly appeared from the window of the room. Accompanied by the sound of footsteps landing, he jumped up with a jerk, reached out and grabbed the desk lamp beside him as a weapon, carefully near the window.

A thief with no eyesight actually stole from him!