I am a rich man

The night was as cold as water, and Song Yuan, who had just finished washing his clothes, heard a "bang" outside the door.

Li Qian who was in the room didn't hear him, but instead saw that he didn't move after washing the clothes, she stared and shouted: "Why are you in a daze? Hurry up and dry the clothes! Don't give me trouble."

Song Yuan lowered his eyes, he was used to roaring and ignored it, quickly dried his clothes, went to the door and opened it.

The tall man obviously couldn't hold on any longer, and fell on top of him the moment he opened the door.

Song Yuan is very thin, with almost no flesh on his body. Most teenagers at his age have muscles, and the reason for his malnutrition makes him lighter than ordinary girls.

When the man fell down like this, Song Yuan was so pressed that he almost couldn't stand still, and the hand that was holding on to the door frame became pale and weak because of the tightening.

Song Yuan frowned, pushed him, didn't push him, and pushed him again.

The man opened his eyes slightly, as if he had regained some consciousness, left and fell in front of the door frame, looking at Song Yuan with half-closed eyes.

The dim light allowed people to see only the man's perfect outline clearly, and the smell of blood permeated the air, which was a bit pungent.

Song Yuan looked at the man expressionlessly for a while, and when he was about to close the door, the man blocked the door with his last strength, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't call the police."

Song Yuan didn't speak, looking at the man's appearance, the chaotic memories of the time when he was wearing a book flashed through his mind.

He didn't have a mobile phone, so he couldn't call the police even if he wanted to, and he didn't plan to call the police at all.

"I'm dying! Are you wandering at the door? If you don't want to sleep, don't come in and sleep." With Li Qian's roar, the door of the room behind her was slammed shut.

Thanks to the man in front of him, he couldn't go back to his room to sleep today.

The tall man closed his eyes and said the last two words before he passed out, "Thank you."

The air was so dry that it was disturbing. Song Yuan stood there for a long time, until the lights in the room behind him were ruthlessly turned off, then he grabbed the man's arm and helped him outside.

He really didn't have much strength, he was so thin that he couldn't drag the man, so he moved the man little by little to a deserted house a few minutes away from his house.

It took him more than half an hour to reach the man in just a few minutes.

The house has been unoccupied for a long time, and there are spider webs everywhere. When Song Yuan helped the man in, there were a few mice lying on the dusty bed, and they ran away in fright when they heard the movement.

Song Yuan's tired face was pale, and his steps were a little unsteady. He had no strength to get rid of the rat droppings on the bed. He just put the man on the bed with great effort and bent over slightly, panting.

For a while, the only sound in the room was his panting.

The man on the bed seemed to have gotten a wound, his brows were tightly knit together, and his expression was painful.

It was very dark around, but fortunately Song Yuan got used to the darkness and could see clearly.

The man was bleeding, and the smell of fresh blood quickly replaced the musty smell in the room. Song Yuan walked up to the man and groped his body with his hands.

His actions aroused the dissatisfaction of the man, his wrist was tightly held by the big hand, Song Yuan paused slightly, and broke away from the man's hand.

The next second, he was held tightly again.

"Let go." Song Yuan said, "If you don't let go, I will leave."

The unconscious but vigilant man seemed to understand his words, and slowly let go of his hand.

Song Yuan soon discovered that the man's wounds were on his waist, back, and thighs, and the blood flowed so much that his clothes were already wet.

He simply made a bandage with his clothes and went out.

Li Qian locked the door, it was impossible for him to enter the house.

The only pharmacy around was half an hour away. Song Yuan didn't have a car and couldn't run, so he could only walk faster.

If he comes back and the man dies, it's no wonder he's dead.

Resignation.

*

Half an hour later, Song Yuan walked into the dilapidated house with the medicine he bought with the last bit of money on his body.

He also bought a candle and a lighter, lit the candle and stood it aside.

The man's handsome face was exposed to the flickering candlelight, his facial features were profound, his face was very pale due to excessive blood loss, and he looked like he was about to die.

Song Yuan probed his nose, still breathing.

He quickly turned the man over, took off his tattered and blood-stained clothes, and treated the shocking wound without thinking too much.

There were four wounds in total, each of which was so deep that the bones could be seen, which showed how ruthless the perpetrators were.

When the medicine was applied, the man woke up from the pain, but he didn't say a word, sweating profusely.

Seeing that he was enduring hard, Song Yuan passed his left hand to the man's lips, motioning silently for him to bite to relieve the pain.

The man glanced at the thin hand that seemed to be broken with a light grip, couldn't help laughing, and shook his head to reject his kindness.

"I'm leaving." After dressing up, Song Yuan got up and prepared to leave.

The man lost consciousness again, and the candle was almost burned out. Seeing the man's pale face, Song Yuan took off his coat and put it on for the man.

The clothes are too small to even zipper, but that's about as good as it gets.

Song Yuan went home and wanted to see if he could turn the window back to his residence, but Li Qian obviously didn't want him to turn the window and locked the window from the inside.

Song Yuan turned around and went back to the dilapidated house, sat on the stone with his back against the wall, and closed his eyes.

It was very cold at night, and he was woken up three or four times while wearing short sleeves. When he woke up for the last time, he found the man's abnormal expression.

He walked over and touched his forehead. The temperature was astonishing and he had a fever.

He has no money to buy antipyretics, nor does he have clothes or quilts to cover the man.

Seeing the man frowning tightly, Song Yuan took the man's rags and went home.

The faucet was outside the door. He washed his clothes, folded them back, and stuck the wet clothes on the man's forehead.

After repeating this until dawn, the man no longer frowns tightly, and the fever subsides.

Song Yuan closed the broken door and went home.

Li Qian was already eating, and she didn't even give him a look when she heard him come back.

"Come on, open your mouth, ah. Yes, you are so good." Li Qian was holding white porridge in her hand and feeding her ten-year-old child. Do you know come back? Did I allow you to enter the room? Mop the floor for me, and wash the dishes after mopping. "

Song Yuan didn't speak, just washed up, put on his coat, then picked up the mop and mopped the floor. When Li Qian took the child out to class, he came to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

There was still half a bowl of porridge left in the pot.

Song Yuan stared at the porridge for a while, put the porridge in a plastic bag, and hid it in his pants pocket.

Li Qian just opened the door and came in, and found that the last bit of porridge in the pot was gone. Standing in front of Song Yuan with her arms folded, she said coldly, "You ate the porridge?"

Song Yuan didn't speak, Li Qian picked up the bowl on the table and splashed the water on Song Yuan's face, "Did I let you eat it? Huh? You still dare to steal it now, don't you? Get out after cleaning the bowl." , there is no place for you to stay in my house."

Li Qian has said this too many times, whether it is in memory or now, Song Yuan is used to it, he washed the dishes under Li Qian's cursing, and went out, showing nothing superfluous from the beginning to the end The expression on his face seemed as if Li Qian was just a piece of air to him.

Li Qian was so angry that she picked up the broken slippers on the ground and hit Song Yuan on the forehead.

With a "snap", Li Qian was stunned for a moment, never expecting to hit it so accurately.

Song Yuan staggered forward unsteadily, and did not look back after standing still, nor did he stay.

Li Qian's only guilty conscience was gone, and she yelled at someone who lost money that no one wanted, "The little money your mother gave me has already been used up! Now they don't send money, and everyone disappears. I think it's because of you. You completely forgot. You might as well die, and live wasting air and wasting my family’s food.”

Song Yuan who walked out turned a deaf ear, but quickly came to the broken house and took out the porridge in his pocket.

The man lying on the bed looked a little better, at least he no longer looked like he was dying. Song Yuan fed the porridge into his mouth.

The man clenched his teeth tightly, unable to feed him alive.

Song Yuan touched his wound, the man frowned, Song Yuan said: "Open your mouth."

He tried to feed it again, and when he found that he couldn't feed it, he simply sat aside and ate it by himself.

He hadn't eaten for three days, only drank some water.

Li Qian didn't let him drink that water, and when she found out that he drank so much, she yelled at him sharply.

After entering the book, he met many people who were more vicious than Li Qian, and he was used to it, so every time he faced Li Qian, he didn't feel anything wrong.

He ate two mouthfuls of the very little porridge, and there was only a little left.

Song Yuan glanced at the man lying on the bed, walked over and pinched him, "Open your mouth, if you don't want to die."

Maybe it was because he really didn't want to die, the man opened his mouth this time, and Song Yuan fed it smoothly.

"If you wake up, go quickly." Song Yuan sat beside the man and said softly, "If you can't wake up, there's nothing I can do."

He didn't have any money for his medical treatment, and the money he spent on buying medicine yesterday had already spent all the money he had managed to save for half a month.

That was supposed to be his fare to get out of here.

The man seemed to hear it, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes a few seconds later.

He stared at the ceiling for a long time before his vision recovered, and he turned to look at Song Yuan.

Being stared at by such deep and dark eyes, Song Yuan didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and let him look at him.

"Gu Yingchi." The man said, staring at Song Yuan's too small and shabby school uniform jacket, and then at his somewhat wet hair: "Thank you."

Song Yuan didn't say his name, he didn't think it was necessary.

He sat beside the man for a long time, guessing that it was noon before leaving.

Before leaving, he turned his back to the man and said, "I won't come tomorrow. If you're fine, just leave today."

He left without waiting for the man to answer.

*

Li Qian went to the street to play cards and won money, she was in a good mood, and she didn't say anything when she saw Song Yuan came back.

Song Yuan walked into the kitchen on his own, began to choose dishes, cook, and quickly brought the meal over.

Then he took his own half bowl of rice, sat in the corner, and ate white rice with his head down.

Li Qian glanced at him, "I'm in a good mood today, I'll reward you with some food."

Song Yuan didn't seem to hear, Li Qian sneered, "I like to eat or not."

Then he ate by himself.

After dinner, Li Qian gave Song Yuan the key to the electric car, and asked Song Yuan to go to the field to pick up sweet potatoes and sell them.

"If you dare to eat or steal money, I'll chop off your hand." Before leaving, Li Qian warned in a vicious voice.

It was more than half an hour's drive from home to the field, and the roads were not easy to walk. Most of them were steep. Song Yuan felt that his body was going up and down with the electric car, and he was about to leave his seat.

When he started picking sweet potatoes, he put several large bags of sweet potatoes on the electric scooter and rode to the vegetable market in the village to sell them.

The more than 30 yuan for buying medicine yesterday was saved secretly every time he sold sweet potatoes.

He has sold it more than a dozen times. Before Li Qian didn't buy an electric car, he would sell sweet potatoes on his back on foot. Later, Li Qian thought it was too troublesome to send her children to school, so she bought an electric car. It was too slow to sell only one bag at a time on foot, so I asked him to sell it by bicycle.

The weather in November was already cold enough to wear padded jackets, and the streets were full of people in padded jackets. Song Yuan, who was wearing a worn-out school uniform that didn't fit him, attracted most people's attention.

Someone recognized who he was, felt sorry for him, and bought some sweet potatoes to go home.

Sweet potatoes are still not sold out.

He can't go back if he can't sell them all. He can only go back when they are all sold out.

It was dark, the temperature was colder at night, and the electric car was only enough for him to go back and could not go anywhere else. Song Yuan packed the sweet potatoes, huddled in the corner of the vegetable market, and closed his eyes.

It started to rain at night, but fortunately there was a shed in the vegetable market, but the temperature was still very cold, and people's hands and feet were so cold that Song Yuan couldn't sleep, so he could only keep his eyes open, staring at the darkness in a daze.

He didn't think about anything, but seemed to be thinking about everything. For a moment, he felt a sense of confusion, as if he was not Song Yuan, but the Song Yuan who transmigrated into the book and became the hero of the rich young master.

Just in a daze until the daytime, Song Yuan was unconscious, and he waited for a long time before standing up from the wet and cold ground.

His eyes were sore and sore, his lips were cold and unconscious, Song Yuan moved around to relax his stiff body.

All the sweet potatoes are sold, and he can only go home when he reaches 300 yuan.

There were two bags of sweet potatoes left, which were just sold out when it was dark, and the total was not too much, and it cost 300 yuan.

Song Yuan was riding an electric scooter, passing by the supermarket before going back, and saw the hostess of the supermarket struggling to move things, he stopped the car, walked over to the hostess and said: "I'll help you, after moving all these, give me some money May I?"

The hostess was taken aback, looked at him up and down, a little suspicious, "Are you okay?"

"Okay. Five minutes." Song Yuan said.

The hostess agreed, "If you can move all these things in within 5 minutes, I will give you 50 yuan."

Twenty or thirty boxes of beverages is not an ordinary effort. The hostess was exhausted to carry a box back and forth by herself. The moment she saw Song Yuan, she felt that it was impossible for him to be so thin.

Song Yuan moved it two by two, the drink was too heavy, he was a little out of breath, and the third time he was already sweating profusely, the hostess was afraid that he would faint, "Don't get dizzy, if you can't move it, you will die." Don't move, I'll give you 20 yuan, you can go."

Song Yuan didn't speak, and moved everything silently, and the time was no more, no less, exactly 5 minutes.

The hostess gave 60 yuan and a bag of bread, "Looks very thin, but has great strength."

Song Yuan took the money and bread with both hands, bowed and thanked, and left.

It was past eight o'clock when we got home, Li Qian closed the door, Song Yuan knocked for a long time but no one opened the door and gave up.

He washed his face, ate a piece of bread, looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky, then got up and went to the dilapidated house.

The man hadn't left yet, he was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his face was frighteningly pale.

Song Yuan changed his medicine and opened the milk he bought to feed him.

This time Gu Yingchi woke up quickly, he had no strength, so he could only eat bread and drink milk with Song Yuan's hand.

"You eat." After eating a piece of bread, the man tilted his head and said hoarsely.

"I've eaten it. I can eat some of this meal, but I won't be sure about the next one." Song Yuan said as he unwrapped the second bread.

Gu Yingchi ate two more, and left a piece of bread for Song Yuan.

"One change of medicine, 20 yuan." Song Yuan said, "Tomorrow's medicine is available, but not necessarily the day after tomorrow. When will you leave?"

"One month later." Gu Yingchi closed his eyes.

Song Yuan was silent for a moment, "I can't support you."

This is the truth.

He himself was starving to death.

Gu Yingchi opened his eyes and looked at Song Yuan.

The young man was frighteningly thin, with an ugly complexion. His eyes were dark and bright. Although he was wearing a shabby school uniform, he was neither humble nor overbearing. Sitting there, he attracted attention for no reason.

Gu Yingchi laughed, "How old is it?"

"Eighteen." In fact, it's a birthday that hasn't passed yet.

"I don't need you to take care of me." Gu Ying said slowly: "After a few days, the wound is almost healed, I'll think of a way."

"If you lie down for more than a month, the wound may not heal." There is no suture for the wound, and there is no good medicine for him to heal slowly, so how can he heal so quickly.

"Maybe I will trouble you." Gu Yingchi thought for a while, then said helplessly, "Just give me some water. After a month, I will pay you back what I owe you."

Song Yuan didn't speak, and didn't ask any more questions.

Naturally, he would not ask such stupid questions as why he didn't ask his family to pick you up.

The clothes Gu Yingchi was wearing were famous brands, he knew them, and a set cost hundreds of thousands.

He is not short of money, but now he is lying here almost dead with wounds all over his body, and he hasn't called the police for fear of being discovered.

He also experienced the bloody incident of a wealthy family once in the book.

Thinking of the man who saved him in the book, Song Yuan lowered his eyes for a moment, got up and said, "You don't need to pay it back, you can just leave after a month."

He went home.

Li Qian was in a bad mood, lost her temper again, dropped a bunch of things, and when she saw Song Yuan came back, she glared at him, "How many sweet potatoes? How much did you sell for?"

"Five at 410. It sold for 300 yuan." Song Yuan took out the money.

Li Qian dodged and looked at Song Yuan even more unpleasantly, "Get out, it's so dirty, tomorrow I'll go to the field to count the sweet potatoes, if you don't have one, just wait for me."

Song Yuan ignored her intentionally threatening words, went back to his utility room, took a bucket of water, wiped his body three times before changing into clean clothes.

He can't go into the bathroom.In this home, he only has this small utility room that he can use, and the rest is the kitchen and bathroom.

He was so sleepy that he lay down on the ground with a layer of quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It didn't take long to be splashed awake.

Song Yuan didn't look at Li Qian, walked into the kitchen and started cooking.

This time Li Qian didn't let him eat.

Song Yuan had already guessed that a little rice was hidden when serving the rice.

He can't hide much, Li Qian will stare at it when washing rice, she can see Shaofan, but she can't see anything.

He sat on the side, quietly waiting for Li Qian's mother and son to finish eating before going to wash the dishes.

This silent look annoyed Li Qian more and more.

Before beating and scolding Song Yuan, Song Yuan would hide and stare.Not now, he was like a dead person, he didn't respond at all, Li Qian couldn't stop beating every time, she could only scold, scolding was like hitting cotton, which made her very uncomfortable.

Out of sight, out of mind, Li Qian simply told him to get out.

After getting out, the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became, and she took out the phone number left by the Song family.hit the past.

Still no one answered.

Ten years ago, Song Yuan's parents put him at Li Qian's place, saying that he would go out to work and ask Li Qian to take care of him. He would be paid [-] yuan a year for living expenses, and Li Qian happily agreed.

In the first three years, I would play, but then I stopped playing, and even lost the news.

Li Qian didn't let Song Yuan study anymore, and started to look for Song Yuan's parents desperately, but couldn't find them.

She originally wanted to throw Song Yuan away, but her husband reminded her to keep it, and when she contacted her parents, she would have to compare the huge living expenses.

Li Qian asked Song Yuan to stay at her house and work every day.

After waiting and waiting, no one has been found for seven years. Li Qian thinks that these two people may be dead, thinking that there will be an inheritance after death, but so far nothing has been obtained.

If it wasn't for money, she would have thrown Song Yuan away long ago.If it's part-time job, she asked that only adults are required, otherwise Song Yuan wouldn't be allowed to stay at home.

After eating, Gu Yingchi thanked him.

Every time he moved, the wound hurt, and he could only lie there motionless.

"Are you still studying?" Gu Yingchi asked.

Song Yuan didn't answer his obvious question.

In the evening, Song Yuan cooked the meal, but refused to let him go back to his room after washing the dishes.

He came out with two quilts and a set of clothes. Li Qian thought he was sleeping at the door and ignored him.

Song Yuan came to the broken house with the quilt in his arms, helped Gu Yingchi up, shook off the dirt on the bed, wiped it with the towel he brought, spread the quilt, and helped Gu Yingchi up.

It was too heavy, Song Yuan's tired cheeks turned red, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Lifting one hand to wipe the sweat off his face, Song Yuan raised his eyes, looked into Gu Yingchi's deep eyes for a moment, then moved away.

He decided to sleep here from now on.

It happened to be able to take care of Gu Yingchi, although he could ignore Gu Yingchi.

Song Yuan went home again, took water from a basin, wetted it with another towel, and wiped Gu Yingchi's body.

Gu Yingchi is in good shape, with muscles and abdominal muscles, and it can be seen that he has been exercising all year round.

The towel stayed on his waist and didn't go down any further. Song Yuan lowered his eyes halfway, as if hesitating.

Gu Yingchi took the towel and thanked him, "Thank you, I will do the rest myself."

Song Yuan turned around and handed the prepared clothes to Gu Yingchi when he heard Gu Yingchi say "Okay".

"Underwear is disposable, and I bought it by the way when I bought medicine." Song Yuan said, "Can you?"

Gu Yingchi sat up without saying a word, and Song Yuan turned around when he said "It's ok" after a while.

"It's a bit small." Gu Yingchi who was lying on the bed stared at him and said.

Song Yuan was silent, and he could tell that the "a little small" he said did not mean that the clothes were small.

The author has something to say: long wait.

The piece of sweet potato is made up, don't worry about it.

There is an eight-year age difference between Gong and Shou.

Attack 26, receive 18.

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1v1 is strong.

Song Ci, who had escaped from the dead, discovered that he was the supporting role of the fake young master who acted as a stepping stone for the real young master in a novel of true and false young masters.

After the real young master returned home, everyone was busy making up for the real young master, and he became a transparent person.In the follow-up plot, he was not only stepped on and slapped in the face by the real young master, but also became a substitute for the real young master.

In the end, it ended up being loved by no one and hated by everyone.

Song Ci:? ? ?Hey guys, want me to be your stand-in?Your front teeth are knocked out.

He ran home overnight to pack his luggage, and when Master Zhen came back, he hurriedly said: "Welcome home", and ran away.

When he was about to fall ill and passed out on the street, he was taken home by the reborn villain.

The reborn villain is vicious and violent. In order to get the real young master, he crazily fought against the protagonist Gong, and ended up worse than him.

Song Ci was in a coma for three days and three nights, and when he woke up, he saw the villain who was sitting by the bed and wiped his hands carefully with an affectionate expression on his face.

Song Ci: "...?"

"You're awake." The villain's voice was low, and his eyes were as gentle as looking at a lover.

Song Ci withdrew his hand and shrank back: "You also regard me as a substitute?"

"Stand-in?" The villain stretched out his hand to caress Song Ci's lips, and Song Ci's delicate and pale face was reflected in his deep and violent eyes.

He said hoarsely: "You are not a substitute, Ah Ci. I only like you."

Song Ci: "??!"

Brother, you are OOC!

*

Anyone who has seen Song Ci knows that he is notoriously difficult to mess with.

You mock one sentence, he mocks ten sentences.You scold him, he rolls up his sleeves, puts on a fight pose, and gives you a provocative smile, "Don't say anything, let's fight."

Arrogant and irritable, it makes people feel that no one can be coaxed, until they meet Chi Guanyan.

One second he was still sharpening his claws, his red eyes were ready to attack, and the next second Chi Guanyan said "Good boy, I'll do it", restrained everything and became obedient.

Everyone: "...Illusions! They are all illusions!"

Only the former victims of Song Ci know how cruel Song Ci is!

Pre-order 2 "The Sick and Weak Senior Brother Transmigrated into Master's Story"

[Violent, insidious, lunatic junior brother attack x cold, sick and weak beauty senior brother accepts]

1v1 year under sc.

Ning Xiang has always felt that a master is a dangerous profession, and transmigrating into a book to become a master is even more dangerous. He would be terrified to read a master's novel in the middle of the night, for fear that he would wear it himself.

And then he actually put on—

Transmigrated into the cannon fodder in the book, the cold and dusty elder brother.

His face was as white as paper, and he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to hold a sword.

It's okay, it's okay, it's not the master in the book.

There are no apprentices who are extremely possessive and prone to madness and blackening who have other thoughts about their master.

Ning Xiang, who had just finished comforting himself, raised his head, and saw his junior brother who was staring at him with deep and cold eyes not far away.

Ning Xiang: "!"

It's an apprentice who didn't become a master and didn't turn into a madman, but there was a junior who had a violent crush on him! !

Among the master's seven disciples, only this younger brother didn't like the master, but liked him alone. After being forced to collapse, he did a series of indescribable things to him and locked him in a small black room.

Ning Xiang, who had cleared his mind, tried hard to smile at his junior brother, but he couldn't.

The next second, the junior brother stopped in front of him, as if he couldn't bear it any longer, he stretched out his hand and pinched his chin tightly, his eyes were dark and wild, and his tone was a little tender like a lover: "Senior brother can't even look at me now. Don't you want to?"

Ning Xiang: "!"

Brother, I don't!Please don't collapse, don't close my little black house! QAQ.