After dressing as a fake young master from a wealthy family, the real young master is back

Song Mian hesitated to speak.

"No." Before Song Mian could speak, Lu Yu refused first.

The smile on Meng Ziran's face froze, she stood there and walked or not, and it took a long time before she said aggrievedly: "Why..."

Lu Yu slowly raised his eyelids to look at her, and repeated, "No."

Seeing that Meng Ziran still wanted to pester her, the friend forced her to one side.

"That person is not easy to provoke at first glance. Why do you have nothing to provoke him? And he is not suitable for you." The friend persuaded.

"Why is it not suitable for me?" Meng Ziran was unconvinced: "Don't pull me just now, there is a chance."

"Can't you see that he is very unhappy? What are you still doing there? That boy just now...is beyond the reach of ordinary people like us, so give up." The friend shook his head helplessly: "Those two people, It’s not something ordinary people can match.”

Meng Ziran muttered in disappointment: "I don't know if what he said about someone he likes is true or not. What kind of person do you think he would like?"

Hearing that she still didn't give up, my friend looked up at the sky and stopped talking.

Meng Ziran took out her mobile phone and typed a few words. When her friend saw her, she casually asked, "Sent a message to your netizen again? Didn't they ignore you? A few days ago, I said never to send her a message again." Who is it?"

"Maybe something is wrong. She is a senior in high school, and she will take the college entrance examination soon, so she may not have time to look at her phone." Meng Ziran smiled, and suddenly found that there was a reply to the message. She looked down, with a strange expression on her face.

"What's the matter? Did you reply to your message?" Noticing that she looked wrong, my friend came over to take a look, and saw that the person who hadn't been online for a long time replied to Meng Ziran's message: "Are you Mianmian's friend?"

*

Song Ziwen came to pick them up at night.

The red sports car parked at the school gate attracted a lot of people's attention. Seeing Song Ziwen standing in front of the car and waving wildly towards this side, Song Mian was still a little unresponsive.

"Why is aunt here?"

Song Ziwen rubbed Song Mian's face: "I'm free, so I came here for a stroll. Ouch, I just want to see you. Look at this little face, it's so comfortable to touch. I really wish you were my son."

Song Mian's skin was fair and tender, and she couldn't bear such rubbing, her face soon turned red and felt a little hot.

He took Song Ziwen's restless hand, blinked his black eyes lightly: "Thank you, aunt."

"It's okay." Song Ziwen: "Come on, get in the car, aunt will take you home!"

"Have you thought about where to go on Saturday? By the way, Lu Yu, you will come with Song Mian." On the way, Song Ziwen hummed a song.

The warm wind blew in from the window, making Song Mian's hair all messy. While arranging his hair, he replied to Song Ziwen: "It's okay."

The hair was too messy, Song Mian gave up tidying after a few times and let her bangs cover her eyes.

Lu Yu saw his long eyelashes fluttering because he didn't get used to bangs blocking his eyes, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, revealing a smile that no one noticed.

"Then it will be decided at that time. Lu Yu, why don't you talk." Song Ziwen glanced at Lu Yu, who was sitting quietly in the back and hadn't said a word, and chuckled: "Aunt is not a cannibal Tiger, you can say something, otherwise it will be boring."

"Yeah." He really said something.

Song Ziwen smiled from ear to ear: "You look exactly like before Mianmian. Now Mianmian talks a lot, and you talk a lot too. By the way, I heard that you get No.1 and No.2 in the monthly exam. [-]? It’s so amazing, I have to give you a reward. When I get home, think about what to reward you..."

Song Ziwen is a chatterbox, even if Song Mian and Lu Yu don't talk, she can keep chatting by herself, and when the car stopped at Song's villa, Song Ziwen was still talking.

"You haven't changed the note you gave me, have you?" Before leaving, Song Ziwen held Song Mian back.

"No." Song Mian shook her head.

"I didn't change it for you either. By the way, Lu Yu, I don't have your WeChat yet. Let's add each other's WeChat." Song Ziwen opened the QR code and placed it in front of Lu Yu.

The head of the pig with its butt pouting looked familiar. After Lu Yu successfully added it, he heard Song Ziwen ask him, "What note did you give aunt?"

Lu Yu, who was about to set her as an aunt, paused, and looked up at Song Ziwen: "What notes does aunt want?"

"Dear big baby."

This note is very familiar, Lu Yu looked at Song Mian after setting it up, "Is this the same note that Song Mian gave to aunt on WeChat?"

Song Ziwen nodded, and grinned secretly: "Yes! All I gave you are dears, you are not allowed to change the notes."

Lu Yu remembered Song Mian's bewildered look when he said he didn't want to fall in love early.

He couldn't help laughing.

No puppy love.

There is no so-called girlfriend either.

It was he who misunderstood.

*

It was already late at night after finishing homework, Song Mian rubbed her waist, turned off the light and lay down on the bed to sleep.

He had a nightmare.

In the dream, he was lying on the hospital bed with a man sitting beside him.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly, he could only feel the man's strong grip on him, and then called him "Mianmian" over and over again in a hoarse voice, telling him not to sleep.

Song Mian's eyelids were heavy, he didn't have the strength to speak, and couldn't help but glance at the man sideways.

The man's face was hidden behind a white mist, he couldn't see clearly, he could only see the man holding his hand, slender and handsome, with a mole on the tiger's mouth.

Song Mian smiled weakly at the man, and closed her eyes uncontrollably.

All the strength in her body was slowly disappearing, her mind was in a state of confusion, as if a thread had been torn off, Song Mian completely lost consciousness.

The sadness in the dream was so overwhelming that Song Mian almost drowned like a tide. He sat up suddenly from the bed and stared blankly at the darkness in front of him. His clothes were soaked in sweat, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand. Difficulty breathing.

Song Mian covered her chest, blinked lightly, tears slid down her cheeks and onto her hands.

He woke up from the scorching tears, raised his hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and turned on the light.

The room was bright, dispelling some of the fear brought about by the dream.

He cried.

Looking at the tears on her fingertips, Song Mian was a little lost in thought.

The feeling in the dream was so real that the moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to have really died.

Until her frantically beating heart returned to a steady rhythm, Song Mian got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

It was only two o'clock in the morning, and he had only slept for two hours.

Feeling a bit empty, Song Mian walked out of the room and went into the kitchen to cook dumplings.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the incomparably real dream just now reminded Song Mian of the ending of Song Mian in this novel.

Missing, life and death unknown.

Could this dream herald his end...

Song Mian lowered her eyes, sipped the dumplings out, brought them to the living room and just sat down when she heard footsteps behind her.

"Aren't you asleep again?" Song Mian smiled when she turned her head to find Lu Yu.

He looked pale and looked very listless. Lu Yu sat beside him and frowned: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah." The tension from the previous nightmare disappeared as Lu Yu sat down, and his body gradually relaxed. Song Mian lowered his head and ate a dumpling, and responded vaguely.

"What nightmare?" Lu Yu poured a glass of warm water and put it by Song Mian's hand.

"I can't remember clearly." Song Mian didn't want to recall the scene in the dream carefully, and said in a muffled voice, "I just... dreamed that I was lying on the hospital bed... I seemed to be dying, no, I was already dead. "

The glass fell on the table with a soft sound. Song Mian looked sideways at Lu Yu and saw him pursing his lips and holding the water glass tightly with his fingers.

Because of too much force, the fingertips began to turn white, Song Mian's eyes fell on his hands, and she didn't blink for a long time.

There was also a mole on the tiger's mouth on Lu Yu's right hand, which was exactly the same as the hand of the man who couldn't see clearly in the dream.

Is this a coincidence?

"It's okay." Lu Yu raised his hand and touched Song Mian's head after taking a sip of water: "It's just a nightmare, don't be afraid, dreams are always reversed."

The gentle movements brought Song Mian back to his senses. He couldn't help laughing out loud, and the last trace of fear from the dream disappeared in his heart. He stood up and asked Lu Yu, "Are you hungry? I'll cook dumplings for you."

"Okay." Lu Yu nodded.

Looking at the back of him busy in the kitchen, Lu Yu closed his eyes, and the scenes of the past emerged in front of his eyes.

"Mianmian, don't be afraid, I'm here..."

"Is it getting dark so soon? Strange. Lu Yu, why don't you turn on the light? I can't even see where you are."

"Lu Yu...? Are you there? Why don't you speak..."

"Okay!" The steaming dumplings were placed on the table, and Song Mian handed him the chopsticks: "Here."

The young man's face was clean and fair, exquisite without any blemishes, and the smile on his lips was soft and gentle, shattering all the images in Lu Yu's mind.

He took the chopsticks, lowered his eyes and smiled, and began to eat the dumplings.

"Is it delicious?" Song Mian asked.

"Delicious." Lu Yu whispered.

Song Mian pondered for a moment, her black eyes looked at Lu Yu without blinking: "Don't you hate me?"

"I don't hate you." Lu Yu raised his eyes after eating the chopsticks, and said word by word: "I will never hate you."

Being watched by him, the feeling of being at a loss came up again, Song Mian looked away and said vaguely: "Why?... Like they say, you don't think I robbed you of the life that should belong to you ?"

"It's not your fault." Lu Yudan said, "It has nothing to do with you. I don't hate you. Don't leave the Song family."

Song Mian's heart skipped a beat, feeling that all her inner thoughts had been seen through.

Did Lu Yu see that he wanted to leave the Song family?Just said so.

Song Mian was silent for a moment before continuing, "But I don't belong to the Song family."

"Your surname is Song, and you will always be the Song family." Lu Yuwen said, "Don't think too much, I like you very much."

He raised his hand, straightened Song Mian's somewhat messy bangs, and then stroked his head, with a soft tone that Song Mian could hear a little fondling: "Go to sleep."

Song Mian was dumbfounded, and Lu Yu's phrase "I like you very much" was repeated endlessly in his ears.

Lu Yu likes him, Lu Yu likes him very much, and Lu Yu doesn't hate him.

Even though he knew that Lu Yu really didn't hate him, Song Mian's heart still lost its rhythm uncontrollably when he heard him say it himself.

"I..." He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he met Shang Lu Yu's gentle gaze, he suddenly stopped talking, and murmured, "Why are you so kind to me?"

It was so good that he almost forgot that he was in the novel world, and he was just a cannon fodder that would exit the novel.

"Because you deserve it."

*

There was no sound in the ear, Song Mian turned over, looked at the dark room, and thought of what Lu Yu said.

He covered his face with his hands, feeling indescribably confused.

After chatting with Lu Yu for a while, he couldn't sleep at all now.

As her cheeks became hotter and hotter, Song Mian took a deep breath and patted her face.

How could he deserve Lu Yu's kindness to him?

Thinking of this question suddenly, Song Mian was startled.

There was no reason why Lu Yu was nice to him, and sometimes he would always stare at him and think about something.

Does he take himself for someone else?

The joy welling up in my heart was quenched by cold water in an instant, replaced by an indescribable dryness.

Song Mian closed her eyes, ignoring the dryness, and stopped thinking about it.