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

"Shh, don't talk about it." The girl at the same table found Song Mian coming, and quickly pulled the girl away, giving her wild winks.

"Why didn't I say, it's dangerous for Song Mian, a murderer, to attend class with us." The girl shook off her deskmate's hand, rolled her eyes, and didn't understand her deskmate's eyes at all: "What are you so afraid of? Could it be that Song Mian is here? Look at how cowardly you are."

She turned her head while talking, her face changed when she saw Song Mian standing at the door, she immediately shut her mouth cowardly, and didn't say anything.

At school, Song Mian was the kind of person that teachers and principals would give three points to.

He is eccentric and withdrawn. He usually doesn't talk to people and has no friends. Although most people in the school dislike him, they won't show it because of their status. At most, they will talk about him behind his back.

The people around the girl dispersed quickly, and the whole classroom became eerily quiet with Song Mian's arrival.

Song Mian returned to his seat and sat down. The people who were sitting next to him subconsciously moved their tables, even the table at the same table was moved more than one meter away from him.

"Song Mian, what I said just now is all nonsense, don't take it to your heart." The girl who spoke before said coyly, "I just like to talk nonsense, don't, don't mind."

"It's okay." Song Mian said.

If this was normal, Song Mian would have left the classroom with a cold face, and would not even bother to answer the girl, let alone answering that it was all right.

The girl was just talking, and didn't expect to get his answer at all. Hearing these two words, she stared blankly at Song Mian as if she had seen a ghost.

The eyes of the people around were also a little bit surprised, and a few people whispered whether Song Mian had taken the wrong medicine today, and could talk to people.

Meeting their gazes, Song Mian froze for two seconds before realizing why they were staring at him so strangely.

Song Mian in the book has a very bad personality, and was once suspected of having autism by the people around her.

It's fine if you don't talk to people, and you still have a dull face all day long, as if you are owed money.

At the beginning of school, everyone knew that he was from the Song family and came over to talk to him. As a result, he ignored people completely and offended many people.

Gradually, no one paid attention to him, and he was always alone.

But in fact, Song Mian is a person with a fragile heart. He doesn't know how to socialize with people at all. Because he doesn't understand, he deliberately doesn't speak. Every time there is something sad, he keeps it in his heart. No one can listen to him. .It was precisely because of this that after Lu Yu came to the Song family, Song Mian broke out.

He felt that he was hated by everyone, and now even his parents who loved him the most belonged to someone else. He hated Lu Yu, who appeared out of nowhere.

Song Mian took out the book, and accidentally saw the test paper in the book, the red [-] points made his eyelids twitch.

Not only has a bad personality, but also poor grades.

To put it bluntly, if it weren't for his surname Song, there wouldn't be him in this top class.

"Song Mian." Someone called him at the door.

Song Mian looked up and saw Li Ke standing at the door.

He put the test paper away and walked out.

"Are your wounds healed?" Li Ke asked standing by the railing in the corridor, "Why don't you rest more at home."

"It's all good." Seeing the smile on his face, Song Mian said, "Why are you friends with me?"

Li Ke was startled, the smile on his face stopped for a moment, then he seemed to realize that Song Mian asked some question, and smiled, "Why do you ask that?"

"Because everyone doesn't want to talk to me or be friends with me, only you." Song Mian looked at the students running around downstairs: "Don't you think that I am pretending to be noble and difficult to get along with? ?”

Li Ke couldn't hold back, and chuckled: "That's because they don't understand you. I understand you, and I know you are a very good person."

In the classroom, a group of classmates lay at the window and looked at the two of them.

The girl who was gossip about Song Mian earlier clicked her tongue: "Who is that boy? It's the first time someone came to Song Mian. It's strange."

"Does Song Bingkuai have any friends? I thought he would be alone in school until graduation with his character."

"Have you noticed that Song Bingkuai is different from before? Look at his expression, how gentle he looks. He is as gloomy as before when someone died at home. Looking at it this way, Song Bingkuai is so pretty. "

"Really, but apart from this face, he can get by. I really hate the others. He looks so superior all day long that no one looks down on him."

The gossip was not too quiet, and Song Mian listened carefully, so she heard some words.

Is this the first time Li Ke has come to look for him?

"What are you thinking?" Sensing his distraction, Li Ke shook his hand in front of him, "There is a new noodle restaurant opened in front of the school, how about we try it at noon?"

Song Mian rolled her eyes, "Okay."

When he returned to the classroom, people around him never stopped looking at him, and some people wanted to come over and gossip, but then held back,

Song Mian sat down at her seat, took out her mobile phone and opened the address book, but couldn't find Li Ke's mobile number.

In his address book, there is no other person except Song's father, Song's mother and Yuan Hong's mobile phone number.

It's so pitiful.

During lunch, Song Mian asked about Li Ke's phone number.

"I don't have a mobile phone, don't you remember?" After ordering, Li Ke handed the menu to Song Mian: "You have just been discharged from the hospital, don't eat spicy food, this egg and tomato noodles look good. Yes, I forgot that you don't have many things remembered."

No cell phone?

Song Mian nodded at the face he was talking about, and said vaguely, "Maybe it's because I haven't had a good rest, my memory has become very confused, and I can't remember some things clearly."

"I have a landline phone at home. If you want to contact me, you can call the landline phone. But you can only contact me when I am at home." He reported a series of numbers.

As soon as Song Mian saved the number in the address book, she heard Li Ke say, "I always feel that you are different from before. Can amnesia change people's personality?"

"What's different?" Song Mian turned off her phone and looked up at Li Ke.

"It's much more cheerful than before." Li Ke pondered for a moment, and said, "I'm also smiling, which is good. By the way, the monthly exam is coming soon. You haven't attended class for so many days, so you must not be able to keep up with the progress. If you don't If you don’t like it, I can help you make up lessons.”

"No need." Song Mian said, "My mother hired me a tutor."

The waiter brought up the noodles. Li Ke wanted to say something else, but when he saw Song Mian eating the noodles with his head down, he didn't say anything. He just praised the taste after tasting the noodles.

After a day of class, Song Mian's greatest feeling was that everyone in the school disliked him and had a particularly strong hostility towards him, but this hostility was hidden.

He knew that it would not be long before these hostilities would completely erupt.

Yuan Hong came to pick him up after evening self-study.

The lights were on in the villa, and there was no one else except Aunt Dong who was mopping the floor. *

"Master and Madam are still in the company." Yuan Hong said cautiously: "Madam specially asked me to bring a message to Young Master, telling you to go to bed early, she will be very busy for a while."

"Understood." Song Mian didn't feel too much about Song's father and Song's mother looking for Lu Yu and ignoring him, but looking at the huge villa, he felt that it was too empty.

After taking a bath, Song Mian's original sleepiness disappeared, and she turned on the computer to review the important plot.

Song's father and Song's mother searched for Lu Yu for half a month before finding him, that is to say, Lu Yu would come to Song's house after more than ten days.

He could take this opportunity to clarify with Song's father and Song's mother, and then move out of the Song family, but Song's mother probably would not agree.

Song Mian yawned, the corners of her eyes were slightly moist.

He took off his glasses, closed the computer and put it on the table, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

In his dream, he bent down to pick up his glasses, someone chuckled, picked them up before him and handed them to him.

A faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, and what appeared in his sight was a slender and beautiful hand. He slowly raised his head to see that the man's face was hidden behind a white mist, no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see the face clearly.

Song Mian stretched out her hand, trying to push away the white mist, but when her fingertips were about to touch it, her consciousness suddenly became sober.

He opened his eyes and realized belatedly that what he dreamed about was the man he saw in the coffee shop before.

Strangers you've never met.

The sky outside the window was slightly bright, Song Mian got up to wash up, and after breakfast, she got into Assistant Yuan's car and went to school.

**

Song's father and Song's mother did not show up until a week later, both of them looked tired, and they didn't say anything to Song Mian.

Song Mian didn't ask too much.

When he went to school the next day, the people in the school treated him even more strangely than before.

This time, before he got to the classroom, he heard sharp laughter.

"Then he is not considered the young master of the Song family?"

"Of course, when the real young master of the Song family comes back, where there is still a place for him, he will definitely be kicked out."

"Hehe, I see how he will be so high in the future. I guess he still thinks he is a phoenix now, but he is actually a pheasant."

Song Mian didn't stop walking, and continued to walk towards the classroom.

Logically speaking, his identity should have been exposed at school the day after Lu Yu came back.

The time is ahead.

Will Lu Yu appear earlier?

The door of the classroom was closed tightly. Song Mian stood at the door for a long time before pushing the door open. The moment the door was pushed open, she stood aside.

A basin of water splashed out immediately after the door was opened. Because he was standing aside, the water didn't splash on him, but just splashed a little on the school uniform.

The girl who was splashing water threw the basin in her hand, covered her belly and laughed loudly, "Hey, it's a pity that I didn't splash it enough."

"Song Mian, do you still have the face? How do you have the face? I forgot, you have a thick skin."

"Tell me about you, a counterfeit, who has replaced others as the master for so many years. You should get out if you stand still?"

Song Mian wiped off the water on her school uniform, ignored their taunts and returned to her seat. Before she could sit down, the chair was dragged away.

"Counterfeit, you have pretended to be someone for so many years, what do you think? I heard that the real young master of the Song family will be back soon, and you will be slapped and gone when the time comes. You probably won't be able to go to this school either. Tell us how you feel before you leave?"

"What nonsense with him. He doesn't deserve to be in this class with us. We might as well kick him out."

"Hey, no matter what people say now, it's still the young master of the Song family. Wouldn't it be good for us to do this? What if we are retaliated at that time. I'm so scared, hahahahaha."

Laughter immediately filled the entire classroom.

Song Mian pulled back her chair and sat down, took out the book and read it, as if she couldn't hear those ugly taunting voices.

He knew that these plots would happen, and he had already prepared for them.

Throughout the school day, Song Mian was deliberately targeted.

When I went to the cafeteria to eat, the food was snatched away and fell to the ground.

Everyone wanted to laugh at him, and everyone's malice towards him was infinitely magnified on this day.

I don't know if it was because he heard too many noisy voices, Song Mian had a headache all afternoon, and he was a little annoyed by the pain.

There was no evening self-study on Friday, and Yuan Hong didn't come to pick him up after class.

Song Mian took a taxi home by herself.

There was no one in the villa, not even Aunt Dong who was cooking, it was empty and lifeless.

Song Mian ordered a bowl of noodles for herself to eat, and went back to her room to start her homework after eating.

He just started to write a little and couldn't write any more.

The headache was like an electric drill turning crazily in his head.

Song Mian took out the cigarettes she bought earlier from her pocket.

He seldom smoked. Before wearing a book, he would only smoke one when he was inexplicably irritable, and the frequency was no more than one digit.

He didn't like the smell of smoke very much, but it was calming.

Song Mian stared at the cigarette in her hand, and when she went to touch the lighter, the door behind her was suddenly pushed open.

Footsteps approached, and someone stopped behind him.

Just as Song Mian was about to turn around, the man took the cigarette from his hand.

His eyelids twitched, and he got up subconsciously to get the cigarette back.

Then Song Mian found that the person behind him was holding a cigarette, and he couldn't reach it with his height, even standing on tiptoe.

This made Song Mian feel helpless and depressed.

He turned around and wanted to say something to the people behind him, but he couldn't say a word after meeting the young man's deep gaze.

"How old are you smoking?" The boy who was half a head taller than him approached him a step, stared at him with lowered eyes, and asked in a cold voice.