I am a rich man

After Gu Yingchi got up and opened all the windows in the office, he picked up the car keys and left the office.

"Sir, do you need me to follow?" Assistant He asked softly who had just returned.

"No need." Gu Yingchi refused in a low voice.

Su Di was still standing at the entrance of the company, twirling his hair with his fingers in boredom.

Seeing Gu Ying came out late, he immediately let go of his hair and followed, "Are you looking for your little benefactor? Take me with you, take me with you, just because I have nothing to do."

Gu Yingchi ignored him, got into the car and closed the door, and drove away. All actions were done in one go, leaving only flying dust for Su Di.

Su Tuo immediately turned around, jumped into his sports car, and chased after him.

Gu Yingchi drove fast, and deliberately wanted to get rid of Su Di, and after going around the company twice, he threw Su Di away.

*

K Gao had just finished school, and there were students in school uniforms at the door.

Gu Yingchi stopped on the side of the road, and soon saw Song Yuan walking out of the school, followed by a girl, and the two went to the noodle shop opposite the school gate.

The phone rang, and it was Su Di calling. Gu Yingchi hung up the phone, put his hands on the steering wheel, and looked at Song Yuan.

He is paler than before, and his complexion is much better, but he still has no flesh, and he is as thin and tall as a straight pole.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, Song Yuan looked slightly sideways.

The car window couldn't see the inside from the outside, and the black car didn't look familiar, Song Yuan frowned, and quickly looked away.

"What's wrong?" An Xin asked.

"fine."

"This noodle is delicious, try it." An Xin dragged him into the noodle shop, and introduced him one by one which kind of noodle was delicious.

Fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, thin lips were pursed into a straight line, Gu Yingchi looked away.

Song Yuan hasn't contacted him for so long, probably because he didn't want to leave him. If he took the initiative to find Song Yuan, he might be surprised.

Thinking of this, Gu Yingchi drove away.

*

It was almost 10:30 when I got home at night, Mrs. Song had already fallen asleep, and Song Yuan had just walked up the stairs when Song Yao grabbed her.

"Let's talk, Song Yuan," Song Yao said softly, "I have something to tell you."

"I'm sleepy, let's talk about it tomorrow." Song Yuan pushed his hand away and shook his head, because he was so sleepy, his expression was a little sleepy.

"It's very important to you, and it's also very important to me. Just bear with your sleepiness and talk to me." Song Yao refused to let go, grabbed Song Yuan again, and begged, "Please."

The voice was a bit loud, and the lights were still on in the study. Mr. Song was obviously working inside. He heard a voice that seemed to be arguing and opened the door to see.

Song Yao's voice just sounded again, "You can't just go to the worst class F just because the teacher misunderstood you. You haven't read much before, and now you go to the worst class. How can you be in the worst class soon? I can keep up. And my parents asked someone to help you in class A, but you ended up..."

As he said that, he didn't know that he felt sorry for Mr. Song and Mrs. Song, and his eyes were red.

Song Yao's voice was thin and soft, and there was just the right amount of grievance when he spoke. Anyone who heard it would be moved.

Song Yuan didn't respond, but squinted his eyes because he was too sleepy, and wanted to answer him, but he didn't speak when he heard Master Song coming downstairs.

Facing Master Song's gloomy and displeased gaze, Song Yuan pursed his lips, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Yaoyang, who was originally sad, smiled.

Although it was very fast, it was unmistakable, he did smile a little smugly.

Knowing that he did it on purpose, Song Yuan was even more indifferent to entangle with him.

In his eyes, Song Yao is an extremely immature child, and he doesn't even want to devote his mind to dealing with this immature child who likes to make troubles.

"You actually went to class F? Do you know how many people your mother hired to help you go to class A?" As soon as Master Song finished speaking, Song Yao immediately stood in front of Song Yuan, anxiously helping Song Yuan. Explanation: "Dad, it's not like this. There's a reason, listen to me explain to you, don't misunderstand Song Yuan."

Because he moved too fast, he also bumped into Song Yuan.

Song Yuan took a step back, and after standing still, he lowered his eyes and said, "I'm not suitable for class A, so I went to class F."

"Yes, you are indeed suitable for class F. But your mother and I are the ones who are ashamed of your lack of grades." Master Song sneered.He was very angry today, his eyebrows were furrowed, and what he said was like a sharp thorn, trying to pierce people: "I don't ask you to be like Song Yao, but can you understand something? Be obedient ? Don't create a burden for us. Song Yuan, you are so disappointing."

Song Yuan stood where he was and didn't answer.

Under the soft and warm light, that cold and fair face was full of obedience, as if no matter what others said or did, he would never get angry.

Master Song, who was about to burst into anger, looked at him inexplicably disappeared, with his hands behind his back, he said indifferently: "I don't want you to live up to expectations, if you want to be in class F, then go to class F, this is your own choice. "

He has already decided to give up on Song Yuan, thinking that Song Yuan is hopeless and hopeless.

"But dad..." Song Yao wanted to say something, but held back, and finally said, "Song Yuan can't be in class F, a group of poor students in class F will lead Song Yuan to bad. Song Yuan is very smart He is also very good at studying, he got the first full score in this exam, and the teacher praised him for a long time."

Master Song's steps of leaving stopped because he heard that Song Yuan got the first place in the exam. He turned his head and his eyes fell on Song Yuan, with some scrutiny: "No.1?"

"Yeah, Song Yuan is very good even if he hasn't studied, even better than me. So Dad, Song Yuan can't do it in class F." Song Yao said softly: "I persuaded Song Yuan, but he didn't listen to me... Dad, please persuade me too."

Master Song sneered when he heard the words, and went back to the study without saying anything.

Hearing that Song Yuan won the first place, he didn't praise, only doubted and sneered, the meaning was already very obvious.

He didn't believe that Song Yuan took the exam by himself, and directly defined him as obtained by means.

"Dad must be tired of dealing with the company's affairs, please don't mind, Song Yuan..." Before he finished speaking, Song Yao, who turned his head, found that Song Yuan had already returned to his room, don't mind, maybe he didn't even notice Unhappy to see Master Song.

Song Yao stood on the spot, staring straight at the direction Song Yuan left for a long while before grinning, the tenderness on his face was like a carved mask.

*

Song Yuan had many nightmares.

First, Li Qian screamed and scolded him to get out, grabbed his hair, and kicked him to wipe the ground on his knees; after wearing the book, he had not yet adapted to the unfamiliar environment, and people around him despised him and targeted him with all kinds of malice; finally It was he who was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling, surrounded by constant noise, but his eyelids became more and more heavy, until finally he fell into darkness, and there was no more sound in his ears.

he died.

Someone patted the shoulder, and Song Yuan sat up straight suddenly, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat.

"Are you okay?" With such a big reaction, An Xin was taken aback. Seeing that Song Yuan's eyes were empty and he was in a daze, he became anxious: "Is there something wrong with you? Let me accompany you to the infirmary." ?”

"It's okay." The voices around him gradually brought Song Yuan back to his senses, and he realized that he was in the classroom, not a scene from a dream.He shook his head, stood up and wanted to go out, but fell back to the chair in an instant.

His eyes turned black, his brain was befuddled and confused, and his body was burning hot. Song Yuan felt that every breath was accompanied by a familiar dull pain.

He knew this kind of pain best. In that book, he suffered from such pain every day until he died.

"Let me go to the infirmary with you to see, do you have a fever? Your face is scary and sweaty."

The young man in front of him lowered his head slightly, his bangs were soaked in sweat and pasted on his forehead, and his long eyelashes swept lightly, his face became paler, and when illuminated by the sunlight outside the window, it was almost transparent.

An Xin even felt that the silent Song Yuan was like a piece of glass, which would shatter with just a light touch.

"No, I'm fine." Song Yuan exhaled slowly, adjusted his breathing, looked up at An Xin after ten seconds, and smiled, "Thank you."

An Xin quickly waved her hand, hesitated and said, "You're welcome, but are you really okay..."

"Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well yesterday, just take a rest at noon." Song Yuan said softly.

He only slept for ten minutes, but he had so many layers of nightmares.

"You can ask for leave and go back to rest." Song Yuan's expression was too frightening, and An Xin was really worried, so she warned her several times.

When the class bell rang, An Xin saw that Song Yuan's face had improved a little before returning to her seat.

Song Yuan had a headache all morning. At first, he thought it was because of insomnia and going to bed too late yesterday. In the afternoon, he felt something wrong with his hot forehead. After school, he went to the infirmary to take antipyretics and he felt better.

He asked for leave for evening self-study. Old Wu knew that he was not feeling well and asked him for more than ten minutes. After confirming that he was just not rested and had a low fever, he was relieved and told him to go home and have a good rest.

Song Yuan didn't have a mobile phone, so he couldn't contact Uncle Li, so there happened to be a bus stopping at the school gate, so he got on the bus.

The car was so bumpy all the way, Song Yuan felt that his consciousness of being bumped was blurred, and when he got out of the car, his whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and he could hardly lift his feet even to walk.

Song Yuan has seen the map from the school to the villa, and knows that after getting off the bus, he only needs to cross an alley and then a road to reach the villa.

It's just that as soon as he stepped out of the station, his brain began to buzz, and the world was spinning. Memories of the 17 years before he passed through the book, the 20 years after he passed through the book, and after he came back came flooding back.

Song Yuan gritted his teeth, quickly squatted on the side of the road, lowered his head, closed his eyes, his lips were pale and bloodless.

The sound of heavy breathing was mixed with the sound of the horn on the side of the road, and when Song Yuan felt more and more out of breath, he heard someone calling him.

"Song Yuan."

"—Song Yuan."

Two equally gentle voices overlapped, and Song Yuan opened his eyes, looking at the ground with blurred vision.

Who is calling him?

Banquet farewell?

No, it is impossible for him to see Yan Ciyue again.

"Song Yuan, what's wrong?"

He heard the voice getting closer and closer to him.

The shadow struck, and a big hand landed on his head, rubbing it gently.Someone squatted in front of him, and a low and gentle voice broke all the confusion: "Can you hear me? Song Yuan?"

Song Yuan slowly raised his head.

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