I cried, I pretended

After finally finishing the meal, Song Mingwang stood at the door of the hotel and waited for Cheng Wang to pick him up. It was already raining outside, night fell, and the neon lights on the street kept flickering.

Before getting into Gao Yanchen's car, Song Yulan repeatedly asked Song Mingwang if he could do it alone at home, and if they should send him back.

Song Mingwang refused, curling his lips: "Someone is here to pick me up."

Song Yulan was speechless for a while, and finally got into the car.

Light rain pattered down on the street, and the misty rain and mist were dyed golden by the car lights. Song Mingwang was bored, so he began to put on earphones to listen to the class.

Cheng Wang finally appeared in his line of sight. He was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder. It seemed that he went straight to a part-time job after school. Holding an umbrella in the other hand, he was waiting for the traffic lights at the intersection on the other side of the street. .

Song Mingwang was thinking about how he would ask Cheng Wang about the basketball game later, and whether he planned to transfer schools.

But when I really saw him appear, I felt like I couldn't ask anything.

Cheng Huan stood there waiting for the traffic lights to flash, wondering if he had noticed. Song Mingwang noticed that most of the time his expression was indifferent, mixed with a bit of absent-mindedness, especially when he was alone, so it was difficult for others to guess. Through his mind.

The glare of incandescent headlights shone on him at the turn of the road, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes.

Then the green light turned on, and Cheng Huang walked towards the hotel with his long legs.

He noticed Song Mingwang and gestured to him to stand still.

Song Mingwang watched him walk through the dense rain and fog and heavy traffic, and finally walked in front of him slowly.

Even though it was covered by an umbrella, the fine rain still wet Cheng Wang's hair. His complexion was cold and pale, and his whole body seemed to be covered with cold moisture at this moment.

"How long have you been waiting?"

Cheng Wang covered Song Mingwang's head with the umbrella, and dragged him down the steps.

"15 minutes and 43 seconds."

Cheng Huang raised his eyebrows.

Song Mingwang pretended to tap his wrist, as if there was a watch there, "It can be faster next time."

Cheng Wang flicked his forehead unceremoniously, "Go or not."

Song Mingwang had never brought anyone home before, so even the doorman couldn't help but look at him several times when he entered the hut.

His home is on the tenth floor. Song Mingwang is afraid of heights and also afraid of taking elevators, but when he bought the house, he was young and couldn't stop Song Yulan. Fortunately, he got used to it after all these years.

"arrive."

After entering the house, Song Mingwang turned on the light. The decoration of his house is also in the light and luxurious style that Song Yulan likes. Everywhere is very tidy and clean, except that the kitchen is a little messy.

"My mother forgot to turn off the TV again."

In the living room, the TV is still showing Korean love dramas. Recently, Song Yulan has been fascinated by watching them. Song Mingwang feels that Song Yulan is eager to find a partner and fall in love. The reason is largely because of watching these harmful things. Not a shallow idol drama, thinking of this, he turned off the TV angrily, and then threw away the remote control.

Cheng Juan was standing on the balcony of his house looking down. He didn't know what he was looking at. When he heard what he said, he turned his head and glanced at him. Seeing his angry look, he asked, "Do you have a grudge against the remote control?"

Song Ming glared at him, then sat on the sofa with his pillow in his arms, thinking about how to speak to him.

Cheng Wang suddenly asked: "Where is your bathroom?"

Song Mingwang pointed to him.

"I'm going to take a shower soon." Cheng Wang paused, then looked at him and asked, "Do you have any clean clothes?"

Song Ming watched and noticed that his school uniform was more than half wet, presumably because he had held an umbrella for himself just now.

"Yes, I'll find it for you."

Song Mingwang finally found his own T-shirt and knee-length trousers. The T-shirt was accidentally bought too big and he rarely returned it, so he kept it without wearing it. He didn't expect it to have this purpose in the end.

Song Mingwang's bathroom is divided into two compartments by frosted glass, the outside is the washstand and washing machine, and the inside is the shower.

Song Mingwang knocked on the door, and after a while, the door opened a crack, and a hand stretched out from inside.

There were drops of water falling on the hands, and even the faint blue veins on them could be clearly seen.

He quickly handed him the clothes and pants, then turned and left.

Back in the living room, he sent another message to Song Yulan. As he expected, she really didn't come back for the night, saying that she and Gao Yanchen went to a nightclub to vent their pressure.

Song Mingwang's eyes widened, thinking that this mother was more rebellious than his son.

Seeing that it was still early, he tidied up his room again. After all, Cheng Wang was going to rest here today, and it was too messy to affect his image.

When I finally went out, I heard the sound of running water in the bathroom, and wondered why he was still washing, it had been taking so long.

But this suddenly reminded him of one thing, he had to hide the clothes Cheng Wang changed, preferably in his own room, it would be bad if Cheng Wang changed them and threw them in the washing machine, Song Yulan would definitely come back tomorrow morning will find out.

With a guilty conscience, he instinctively wanted to hide the fact that he had brought someone back to stay overnight, but he never thought that even if Song Yulan saw it, she would not be suspicious, after all, it was not a girl's clothes.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he froze in place, and saw that Cheng Wang was almost naked, his muscles were well-proportioned and clean, and when he lifted the clothes, his strong muscles were tense and looked very powerful. He was only surrounded by a loose white bath towel, and his groin was faintly visible.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, he turned his head to look, his dark eyes were very beautiful, but at this moment he was obviously startled, and then raised his eyebrows.

"Not knocking?"

Song Mingwang waved his hands and stammered, "I thought you were still washing..."

But this reason is obviously not convincing, Cheng Wang is noncommittal, continues to dry the water on his body, and then puts on the T-shirt leisurely.

"Do you still want to continue watching?" Cheng Hua put his hands on the towel around his waist, and glanced at him who was standing there without any reaction.

Song Mingwang came back to his senses, blushed and poohed: "Shameless."

As he said, he slammed the door shut, and after closing the door, he recalled Cheng Huan's calm smile just now, and compared with his own panic, he realized that he was at a disadvantage.

So I started to popularize science outside: "The muscle tissue of the human body is just..."

The door was opened with a bang, and Cheng Wang was covered with moisture, looked down at himself, and asked expressionlessly, "So?"

Song Mingwang struggled to complete his argument: "...so I'm not shy."

Cheng Huang raised his eyebrows, noncommittal, just asked: "Which room should I sleep in tonight?"

"A room with me."

This time Cheng Wang really looked at him, with a strange look in his eyes.

Song Mingwang felt the need to explain: "My house has two bedrooms and one living room, and the other room is my mother's, and my mother will be back tomorrow morning."

Only then did Cheng Wang look away.

Evening is a time when sentimentality is easy, not to mention that Song Mingwang has something hidden in his heart, lying on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, and finally simply turned on the desk lamp, ready to grab Cheng Wang from the quilt.

Cheng Wang struggled to open his eyelids, and saw a magnified face staring at him seriously.

"let's talk."

"We'll talk tomorrow." Cheng Wang was about to turn over again,

Song Mingwang tugged at his sleeve, wrinkled his face and said: No, I can't sleep unless I explain clearly. "

Cheng Wang pressed the center of his brows, and barely opened his eyes to look at him: "You say."

"You like playing basketball, don't you?"

"Ah."

"I heard you have a provincial basketball league to participate in."

Cheng Wang's tone became impatient: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Do you want to transfer to the attached high school?"

Cheng Yao raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where did you hear that?"

Seeing him like this, Song Ming knew that there was really such a thing, and couldn't help but stare at him aggrievedly, but he didn't forget to answer his question.

"The teacher in the office said."

He pursed his mouth and sniffed: "Why didn't you tell me."

Cheng Huan sighed silently: "I don't tell you because it's not necessary."

Song Mingwang was startled, blinked his eyes, and then his big eyes fell from his face.

Seeing his face changing so quickly, Cheng Wang was so angry that he thought it was funny: "Why are you crying?"

Song Mingwang pushed and kicked: "You still ask!"

"Stop making trouble." Cheng Wang grabbed his restless hand and frowned.

"Can you hear me out?"

Song Mingwang hiccupped from crying, "I'll talk about it when I cry."

Cheng Wang pressed his forehead and sighed: "I said it's not necessary because I didn't intend to go at all."

"belch-"

The choking and hiccupping stopped abruptly, Song Mingwang rubbed his red nose, looked at him suspiciously, and asked in a muffled voice, "Really?"

"Ah."

"Then why didn't you say it earlier."

"You never gave me a chance to tell."

Song Mingwang became curious again: "Why don't you go, isn't it a good opportunity to go there? Does your uncle know your plan?"

"There are so many reasons, he doesn't know, I plan to find a chance to tell him."

"Your uncle will definitely be pissed off."

Song Mingwang smacked his lips: "And I think he treats you very well."

"Well, he was one of the few people who really cared about me after my mother passed away."

"Why haven't I heard you talk about your father much?"

"I have no impression of him."

"You have a bad relationship with him?"

"Song Mingwang, not all family members in the world are family members."

Song Ming looked at the ceiling, turned over when he heard this, faced him, and said, "Of course I know."

Most of his face was buried in the pillow, and his tone was a little muffled.

"Cheng Wang, do you envy my family? In fact, it just looks so good."

Cheng Wan frowned: "What's wrong?"

Song Mingwang buried his head in the bed again and stopped talking, Cheng Wang didn't follow him this time, he moved his fingers forcibly, he must be startled when he saw his face clearly.

"Are you crying?"

"No." Song Mingwang didn't cry, and there were no tears on his face, but the circles of his eyes were red.

"What's the matter?"

"Cheng Wang, did I tell you that I actually have a younger sister?"

"and then?"

"died."

Song Mingwang gestured: "So small, about a few months old, she was born prematurely, and her body is too weak."

"Then my mother fell ill. The professional name should be postpartum depression. Biologically, it is a disease caused by hormone secretion disorders."

Cheng Wang had vaguely guessed what happened later, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What happened next?"

Song Mingwang's tone trembled a little: "Then when I was sleeping, she wanted to cover my head with a quilt."

"I remember it was thundering outside, I was so scared, I wanted to scream but couldn't make any sound, but she quickly withdrew her hand, moved the pillow away, and hugged me and cried."

"I knew she was sick and my dad always beat her because I hit her, so I wasn't mad at her."

Cheng Wang was silent, turned over and stretched out his hand to embrace him, put his chin on the top of his head, and hummed.

"It's because of illness, isn't it? Song Mingwang desperately wanted to seek approval from others, so he looked up at him.

Cheng Wang patted him on the back and remained silent.

"Actually, my mother gave birth prematurely because my father beat her." Song Mingwang recalled some very bad things and felt depressed.

Cheng Wang finally spoke, only to hear him say in a deep voice, "How old were you then?"

"More than three years old."

Cheng looked at him speechlessly: "..."

"What do you mean by that look?" Song Mingwang wanted to grab his face, "Do you think I want to remember? I'm a genius and don't understand? And I was four years old in twelve days."

He said with some frustration: "Only in this respect I wish my memory was not so good."

Cheng Wang patted his back intermittently, resting his other hand on his head, with a calm expression on his face.

"My mother treats me well not only because of guilt, right?"

Song Mingwang's father died when he was nine years old, and since then he has lived with his mother, at least life is much easier than when his father was there.

Cheng Wang looked down at him and said, "Don't think about it, if you don't love you, how could you do what she did."

He didn't lie when he said that, if he didn't really love Song Mingwang, Song Yulan, as a mother, would not do everything for him, no matter where she could tell that she really loved Song Mingwang.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Song Mingwang finally stopped tossing about and closed his eyes contentedly.

There is still a month before the mid-term exam, and the atmosphere in the class is starting to become tense. Even the flag-raising ceremony, everyone is memorizing frantically with their pocket memorabilia. Work hard in the classroom.

Only Song Mingwang was very leisurely, he was doing the questions slowly while eating snacks.

Tian Mengmeng came back from the office after reciting English, saw Song Ming looked at him, and said weakly, "I hate Xueba."

"Did you pass the test?" His deskmate was concerned about him.

"Don't talk about it, Cuihua is too ruthless. She asked me to recite the composition without saying anything, and even randomly checked and dictated the words of the four units, copying one by one if I made a mistake."

"How much are you wrong?"

"It's the size of a notebook."

"..."

Tang Qin was also immersed in reading. Originally, he didn't care much about his grades, but the atmosphere in the class infected him. If he didn't read, he seemed to be a different kind. Started to learn.

"Brother Zhuang, you can't betray our bottom ten comrades, without you I have to go back one place."

Cheng Wang said: "I remember that I was in front of you before."

Tang Qin said with a sneer, "Can you save me some face?"

Cheng Huang smiled: "Go to the book quickly, if you lower the average score of the class by yourself, you can see how Lao Guo will settle accounts with you."

Cheng Wang's reading is not like reading all the books like them, but summarizing and highlighting the key points by himself, and then starting to practice questions based on his weak points.

His English is relatively poor, especially cloze, and sometimes he can make seven or eight mistakes.

"Hold."

Hearing Cheng Wang's words, Song Mingwang poked his head over, "What's wrong? Let me see which questions I can't do."

"It's nothing."

"Then why do you..."

Cheng Wang was expressionless: "I just think there is something wrong with the person who wrote the question."

"..."

Song Mingwang helped him read the cloze. Cheng Fan's vocabulary is not very big, but he is better at combining contexts and has a good sense of language, so he can almost guess almost exactly.

"You have already ruled out A and C for this question, but you chose the wrong one in BD, the sequence is..."

After he finished speaking, he didn't know whether Cheng Wang listened to him or not. Cheng Wang's English was originally a little higher than the passing line. Usually, the test paper with 150 points can get about 110 points. The most deducted points are reading and gestalt, correcting wrong questions And composition and so on are almost the highest marks in the class.

"Chong Chong, make another paper after finishing this paper, and I can give you your information."

Cheng Wang frowned and refused: "No need, I've already done almost the same."

Song Ming Wangyu taught him earnestly: "There is no difference in learning, you have to go all out."

He was the first in the grade in the first exam when he just transferred, creating an unrepeatable myth among the previous students of No. [-] Middle School, with almost perfect scores in all subjects.

Even the headmaster is familiar with him. Sometimes when he patrols the classroom and sees him, he will greet him with a kind smile and nod.

"Bai Zhi, next music class, we have to change classrooms." Tian Mengmeng walked across the aisle to fetch water, and reminded him when he saw him remembering that he had just changed schools.

Bai Zhi was working on a question, when he heard this, he smiled and thanked him.

"Whoever puts so many books on the aisle, I can't even get a foothold." Tian Mengmeng tried to cross over with a water glass.

With a biscuit in his mouth, Song Mingwang raised his hand and said, "Mine."

Because his seat was in the back and the seat next to the aisle was Cheng Wang, it was difficult for him to step out and close it, so he pulled Cheng Wang's sleeve, because there was something in his mouth, and his speech was a little slurred.

"Cheng Wang, please help me collect it."

Tian Mengmeng immediately looked at Cheng Wang, thinking that he couldn't do it, and sure enough, he saw Cheng Wang make a move in the next second, although he just stretched his legs and kicked the books in the aisle.

But he still finds it unbelievable that when Cheng Wang's temper became so good, he would obediently obey.

Song Mingwang saw that he was still dissatisfied with his actions, "Can you be gentle with the ladder of human progress."

Cheng Wang was expressionless: "What are you talking about?"

"What you kick is not books, but knowledge."

Cheng Wang was about to kick the book back again, Song Mingwang quickly stopped admitting his mistake when he saw this.

Bai Zhi looked at this scene with a complicated expression.

The music class was in the small classroom on the fourth floor, and a young teacher was in charge of playing the piano. Song Mingwang flipped through the music book and tried to sing a few lines. Tian Mengmeng, who was next to him, had a weird expression on his face.

"Okay." The music teacher finished teaching a song, and was about to get people up and try to sing.

Everyone in the class lowered their heads and pretended to be reading, trying to avoid her gaze. Only Song Mingwang stared at her ignorantly and sat upright.

"Okay, it's you."

The music teacher pointed to him, then played a few keys for the sound test, and then began to play the beginning of the whole song.

Song Mingwang coughed a few times, brewed up his feelings, and opened his throat and began to sing.

Just after singing a few notes, I heard the music teacher's piano tremble.

After singing a song, he was greeted with a strange silence.

"Student Song Mingwang, I want to ask how you perfectly avoided all intonation."

Song Mingwang was startled for a moment, and then seriously replied: "Naturally."

Immediately, there was good-natured laughter from the crowd, Tang Tan tried hard to hold back his laughter, and made an awesome gesture to him.

Bai Zhi also smiled, but compared to others, there was a little more meaning in his smile.

After class, Bai Zhi walked with a few boys in the class. Students in each class have their own small group, but this is a normal phenomenon, and it is not a small group formed to form cliques to exclude others. It's that people who get along with each other naturally play together and appear to be closer.

Bai Zhi is very popular in the class, everyone usually takes good care of him, no matter where he goes, he will never be alone, and he is also a transfer student, compared to Song Mingwang, he is much better.

"Will Mingwang transfer to another school for a year?"

"No, there should be half a year."

"It turned out to be like this. I think she gets along with everyone very naturally, as if she has completely integrated into this group, so she asked."

"No, when he first transferred, no one in the class played with him, and it's much better now."

"Really? But I think everyone seems to like him very much, especially Cheng Wan."

"The two of them are at the same table, so the relationship is naturally better than others."

Bai Zhi let out an oh, but said nothing.

After Song Mingwang returned to the classroom, he saw Tang Qin and the others were discussing the topic of ideal type. He pretended not to hear and sat back in his seat to concentrate on the questions.

Cheng Wang was sleeping on the table, only the back of his head was exposed, his elbows were slightly bent to block the glare from the window.

"Let's do the problem." Song Mingwang didn't seem to feel tired at all, and he was always full of energy. "Hurry up, let's do math in a competition, and you are also good at it."

Cheng Wang finally supported his head and raised his head, his eyes were half-closed, and his eyelids were raised, wishing to write the words "get up angry" on his face.

At this moment, Tang Tan and the others talked about the topic of chatting from the ideal type to when is the best time to get married and have children in the future.

Tang Tan: "I want to get married since I was in college. It would be best to have a boy and a girl in the future."

Xu Su: "I don't have any plans yet."

Liu Xiaosi: "This must be done after the job is stable."

Feng Fang: "I don't want to get married. I'll just be single for the rest of my life. Women are troublesome and hypocritical."

Song Mingwang couldn't help but refute him when he heard this: "You see others like this, others see you as ordinary and narcissistic."

"What do you mean?"

Song Mingwang thought he really didn't understand, and patiently explained: "It's literally."

Seeing that there was going to be another quarrel, Tang Tan felt a headache and quickly changed the subject.

"When does Mingwang plan to get married?"

Song Mingwang replied, "I don't want to get married either."

After a pause, he straightened his chest again, and said proudly, "But I will contribute to the country in the future, and my excellent genes cannot be wasted."

Liu Xiao smiled thoughtfully, and his tone was a little uncomfortable: "That's why you want to marry a woman."

Song Mingwang shook his head again and again, with a "you're wrong" expression on his face.

"No, no, I'm going to donate sperm to contribute to the inheritance of excellent genes. In the future..."

But before he finished speaking, he could only whine, because Cheng Wang had already covered his mouth.

"..."