I am a rich man

The last reply was deleted as soon as it appeared, and the reply asking for information also disappeared.

A bunch of people at the bottom put question marks, and they all wondered if their replies were no, they were gone.

Song Yuan was slightly taken aback.

Someone is helping him.

Song Yuan didn't know that there was a camera in the bathroom, and the person who broke the news probably didn't know either, so he posted the news and wanted to hack him.

It is estimated that no one expected that the melon would be reversed in just over half an hour after it was released.

Not long after, the microblog of the person who broke the news was picked up. It was a small account. Since the microblog was full of reposted content, only one microblog that was automatically sent out to vote for the fanart contest attracted everyone's attention.

He cast all his votes for No.2.

Netizens who eat melons instantly thought of the previous events, and guessed that this trumpet is likely to be No.2. After various in-depth digging, it was finally confirmed that it is really No.2's trumpet.

The last time I asked someone to smear, this time I directly broke the fake news, and the netizens who were tricked by No.2 "Han Han didn't want to paint and wanted to lie on the bed" were so angry that they ran to his Weibo and started cursing.

In ten minutes, the forwarded Weibo with only dozens of comments turned into more than 3000.

This time, Han Han didn't want to paint and wanted to lie on the bed and quickly posted a Weibo of more than 3000 characters, explaining the matter from beginning to end, and publicly apologizing for what he has done all the time.

It clearly stated that he noticed the two before they entered the bathroom, and then eavesdropped and recorded outside.Because I was jealous of Song Yuan, I posted the maliciously deleted recording, and wanted everyone to blackmail Song Yuan.

In the end, he announced his withdrawal from the circle and a sincere apology, and returned Aite to Song Yuan, hoping that he would not sue him. As for forgiveness, I dare not ask extravagantly.

"Good guy, why did I apologize, I'm afraid of being accused."

"This man is horrible. He stared at his wife a few times, disgusting, and his wife should sue him to death."

"Is the blogger called Han Pajamas? This twitching style of painting is similar to Han Pajamas."

"Who is Han Pajamas? A typo upstairs? This name made me laugh."

"That's right, it's Han Pajamas, a mad dog who imitates other wives' style of painting and even bites his wife back. This person is probably Han Pajamas for real. This time he didn't imitate so much that he started to discredit him. Ladies, run!"

"Thinking that I was still defending him half an hour ago, I thought to Yue, how can there be such a disgusting person."

……

……

I don't know if he was stabbed in the heart, but Han Paiyi quickly banned everyone in this reply, causing more people to abuse him, and a few people even summarized his past black material.

Han Paiyi deleted all the content on Weibo, leaving only the 3000-word explanation and apology.

Thinking of this video and replying to delete, Song Yuan quit Weibo and sent a message to Gu Yingchi, "Thank you."

"Come on, race."

Song Yuan was taken aback by the simple words, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, "Okay."

*

When Song Yao woke up, he had been lying in the hospital bed for three days. When he saw the date, his first reaction was to miss the Mathematical Olympiad. His second reaction was that there would be voices complaining about him and swearing at him every few minutes.

For example: "I'm going to see that idiot Song Yao."

"I can't help it, why does this idiot have the same name as me."

"If it were me, I would never do such a stupid thing."

"He's dead."

Song Yao was so noisy that he couldn't fall asleep. He felt irritable and couldn't even hypnotize himself. He got out of bed and slammed his glass violently, trying to stop the sound, "It's so noisy, it's so noisy, it's so noisy!"

The nurse ran in quickly when she heard the voice, and when she saw his strange behavior, she asked, "Are you okay? What's wrong? Calm down first, don't hold the cup."

"It's so noisy, someone has been talking in my ear." Song Yao threw away the cup, grabbed the nurse's arm tightly, and his face was so painful that he said: "Quickly tell him to shut up, stop talking! It's so noisy! You are the one." You idiot! Shut up!"

The nurse struggled in pain, but without struggling, her expression changed, she looked around, held back the pain and said, "Are you having a nightmare? No one is around, and no one is talking."

"It's not a nightmare, it's real!" Song Yao roared and pushed the nurse away, "Shut up, shut up, shut up."

He was like a machine that was programmed to only repeat two words, sitting on the bed and scratching his head, his eyes were scarlet and full of hostility.

"Don't get excited, calm down first, I'll go find someone." The nurse said a few words of comfort and quickly let the doctor in.

Song Yao was so irritable that he started to crazily scratch his hair, no matter how much the nurse persuaded him to stop him, it was useless, and he even pinched the person. Finally, he picked up the fruit knife on the table and stabbed him in the ear, trying to stop the voice of crazily complaining about him. .

This action startled the nurse and doctor, who was immediately held down, tied to the bed, and given a sedative.

When Mr. Song rushed over after finishing his work, he saw Song Yao lying on the bed with his hands and feet tied, grinning wildly, very scary, very similar to Mrs. Song before.

He never expected that after a few days of seeing each other, Song Yao would become like this, with all the elegance and gentleness of the past gone, only mania, which gave him the illusion that this is not a hospital but a mental hospital.

Master Song was a little tired and bored, so he patiently walked to Song Yao's side and forced a smile, "Yaoyao, what's the matter?"

"Dad, save me, someone is always scolding me." Song Yao stared at Master Song, gritted his teeth, and roared: "You let me go, I'm going to kill him, kill him."

He couldn't move at all, he struggled for 10 minutes, his wrist was almost broken, but he still couldn't get up.

"Who are you killing?" Master Song said in surprise, "There is no one around."

"Yes." Song Yao said, "He scolded me again, it's annoying, it's annoying!"

The nurse came in and took a sedative, and sighed, "I'm stimulated, and I have auditory hallucinations. Is this child stressed recently? He has nothing to do and can be discharged directly, but he needs to pay more attention to mental aspects. You'd better take him to see him." Psychiatrist, adjust and adjust, otherwise this will not work.”

Mental aspect?Psychologist?Song Yao is crazy?

Master Song frowned, and he didn't see anything unusual about Song Yao usually.He responded to the nurse's words and looked at the slightly calm Song Yao. Just as he went to help Song Yao get up, Song Yao suddenly patted his hand away.

"Shh."

Song Yao stretched out his hand to his mouth, smiled mysteriously at Master Song, and said nervously, "He's talking again."

The abuse in his ears turned into complaints about him, complaining about everything he had done to Song Yuan before, Song Yao was more or less numb to hearing, and he didn't bother to scold, just listening, the voice suddenly disappeared up.

There was no more sound in his ears, Song Yao was stunned, his joyful expression just appeared, his eyes widened suddenly, and he fell straight on the hospital bed.

With a "bang", he lay there motionless, without blinking his eyes, as motionless as a dead body.

Master Song was shocked by this scene. He went out to call the doctor. When he returned to the ward, he saw Song Yao staring at his hand, then looked up and looked around, muttering something, looking at him His gaze was filled with strangeness and surprise.

Master Song's head hurt even more.

Originally, I thought Song Yao would save trouble and not need him to bother, but looking at it now, he and Song Yuan are also in the same boat.

"Have you calmed down?" The doctor stopped beside Song Yao, checked, and said, "Don't get too excited, take a deep breath, calm down, and tell us something."

"I'm fine." Song Yao said, "I'm fine."

"Then what about that strange voice that you always said would appear in your ears? Are there any more?"

"No more." Song Yao shook his head, looked at Master Song, grinned after a while, showing his white teeth, "Father, are you here to pick me up?"

"Yes." That expression was too bright, different from the gentleness of the past. Seeing that he had become normal again, Mr. Song felt that something was wrong, "Yaoyao, are you okay? Dad will take you to a nearby psychological clinic and we will talk again." go home."

"No, I'm fine." Song Yao got off the bed and turned around in a circle, "Look, everything is fine, and the voice has disappeared. Let's go, Dad."

He didn't wait for Master Song to respond, he left the ward directly, his steps were brisk, and he looked very happy from the back.

Master Song felt that Song Yao had changed, but he couldn't tell what had changed, so he quickly caught up with Song Yao, "Your mother was very worried when she learned that something happened to you here, what happened? Song Yuan really bullied you gone?"

Song Yao opened Weibo, saw the trending search, clicked in, read the whole story, put away the phone, blinked and said, "No, he didn't bully me. It was me, thinking that when he appeared, his parents would be very concerned about him." I cared about him, so I couldn't help being envious and jealous. I was afraid that he would take away my parents. That's why I was so excited, and even made a move on him. Where is Song Yuan now? Dad, I apologize to him, even if he doesn't forgive me, I I have to apologize too."

"Good boy, don't care about Song Yuan." Master Song patted Song Yao on the shoulder, "There is no need to apologize."

"Then how can it be done." Song Yao smiled with his lips curled up, his eyes flickering, and his tone became a bit austere because it was too low, "I still have to apologize, and now I... want to see him very much. "

Master Song didn't notice his strange tone, he just waved his hand, feeling that there was absolutely no need to waste time with Song Yuan.

*

Song Yuan won the first place in the Provincial Mathematical Olympiad and won a gold medal.

The news spread to K High School, which caused a commotion. Coupled with the recent incident on Weibo, people in the school mentioned the word Song Yuan the most.

When Song Yuan went back, all the passers-by turned to stare at him, and some even came up to chat with him and praised him in various ways.

Even though it was recess, Class F was abnormally quiet, everyone sat in their seats, looking down at their books.

Just as Song Yuan pushed open the door, there was a "bang", accompanied by countless colored paper flowers falling, and everyone in the classroom said in unison: "Congratulations to Song Yuan for winning the first place in the Olympiad provincial competition!"

Crackling applause sounded, Song Yuan took off the paper flowers on his head, looked at the sincere smiles in the classroom, and smiled, "Thank you everyone."

Old Wu handed him a gold medal and said with a beaming smile, "This is the gold medal that everyone ordered urgently to congratulate you on getting the first one."

It is engraved with No. [-] in Class F, and Song Yuan's name is engraved on it, with YYDS added after it.

"It was suggested by Gu Yuhe," An Xin said, "I think it's too ugly to add it. Gu Yuhe insists on adding it. Do you know what it means?"

Under the many curious eyes, the young man standing on the podium hesitated for a moment, raised his eyes to look at the crowd, and said slowly: "Music master?"

After one sentence fell, the whole class burst into laughter.

Gu Yuhe, who was recording the video, almost laughed like a rooster crowing, pounding on the table, his cheeks hurting, "I'm dying of laughter, how did you think of the music master. Hahahahahaha, my face hurts. It's not the music master, it's forever God, everlasting God."

This was the happiest day for the entire Class F. The laughter lasted for several minutes before it stopped. People passing by couldn't help but wonder if everyone had won the lottery, otherwise how could they laugh so happily.

"Song Yuan, Lao Wu said that this competition is very difficult. I didn't expect you to win the first place. It's amazing!" Zhuge Jifei praised with a thumbs up, and the others followed suit.

"Thank you." Song Yuan walked back to his seat and sat down.

"Can I touch your gold medal? Just take a look." Zhuge Jianfei leaned over.

Song Yuan nodded and handed him the gold medal won in the competition.

In an instant, the people around gathered around, touching and sighing, "It's much more comfortable to touch than ours."

"This is the closest I've gotten to a gold medal since I grew up. Thanks to Song Yuan for allowing me to see the gold medal up close."

"Take a photo, take a photo, Old Wu, come and take a photo." Zhuge Jianfei took out his mobile phone and called Old Wu who wanted to leave, "Quick, quick!"

There is a tripod I bought before in the classroom. After setting it up, Zhuge Jifei returned to his place, "Look at the camera, I set a ten-second countdown."

Everyone looked at the camera in unison.

There was a sound of "scratch" and the photo was frozen.

Old Wu, who was forced to put on a bunny ear shape, let go of his hands and coughed softly, "Okay, you go ahead, I'll go first."

The pace was so fast that it disappeared in the blink of an eye, for fear of being called out by them to do strange movements.

Zhuge Jianfei glanced at the photo, couldn't stop laughing, and sent the photo to the class.

In the photo, Old Wu placed Biye with his hands on top of his head, with a helpless expression on his face.

Song Yuan stood on his right, staring at the camera indifferently, the corners of his lips raised slightly.When this photo was taken, there was light coming in from outside the window, casting a layer of warm light on his whole body, so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes off.

When Gu Yingchi saw this photo, Song Yuan just sent him a message, and after clicking on it, he saw a photo of holding a gold medal.

In the photo, the boy's white and slender hands are holding a golden medal, and his skin is so delicate that people can feel the soft touch just by looking at the photo.

Gu Yingchi searched on Baidu for a long time before he found a suitable emoticon package and sent it to Song Yuan.

It was a panda emoticon pack with high praise, followed by a sentence: Congratulations, Song Yuan.

Song Yuan looked at that sentence, it took a long time to lower his eyes, and smiled back a thank you.

*

The sky outside the window was gloomy and scary, with dark clouds, and it looked like a storm was coming.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, everyone started packing their things.

Song Yuan zipped up the school uniform and walked out of the classroom.

The temperature at night was very low, and the cold wind was blowing down his neck, making his body, which was already a little stiff from the cold, almost unconscious.

Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief into his palm, it was useless, his fingers were as cold as if they had just been taken out of the refrigerator, and putting them in the pocket of his school uniform would not improve.

He could only speed up his pace, and when he walked out of the school gate, he saw a person standing under a tree next to him, and because he was staring straight at Song Yuan, he noticed it all at once.

Song Yao stood motionless under the tree, like a ghost.

There was a sound of "Boom", lightning and thunder, and then heavy rain poured down. The students around hurriedly ran around, and soon the school gate became empty.

Song Yuan looked at Song Yao expressionlessly.

Song Yao smiled at him, walked towards Song Yuan with dark eyes, and said in a strange tone: "Hello, Song Yuan."

The not-so-friendly greeting was like the two meeting for the first time.

There was only the sound of rain in the surroundings, lightning was jumping crazily in the sky, the rain was mixed with coldness, and the bangs were wet, and it was uncomfortable to stick to the face.

Song Yuan pursed his lips, held his schoolbag above his head, ignored Song Yao, and walked forward.

A black umbrella appeared above the head, blocking some raindrops. Gu Yingchi was tall and slender, standing beside Song Yuan with the umbrella on his face indifferently.

Seeing him, Song Yao smiled more and more.

Song Yuan's face was pale, his lips were slightly purple from the cold, and his black and white eyes stared at Gu Yingchi without blinking.

Gu Yingchi stuffed the umbrella into his hand, took off his coat, put it on Song Yuan's body, took the umbrella, held Song Yuan's schoolbag in the other hand, and whispered: "Go home."

Song Yuan nodded and walked forward.

Song Yao behind him yelled, with a nasty smile in his tone, "It's okay to ignore me, this is a formal greeting to you. See you tomorrow, Song Yuan."

Song Yuan didn't look back, and the figures of Gu Yingchi and Gu Yingchi quickly disappeared into the hazy rain.

The moment he got into the car, Song Yuan still couldn't help sneezing, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Turning on the heater in the car, Song Yuan calmed down for a while and took off his coat to Gu Yingchi. After thanking him, he breathed wildly into his palm, trying to relieve his cold hands, "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to see you, so I came here." A hoarse voice sounded beside Song Yuan's ear, and Song Yuan looked up, and his hand was held.

The wide and gentle palm wrapped his cold hand, and the scorching heat was transmitted to his palm. Song Yuan was startled, and subconsciously retracted his hand because of the hot temperature.

Gu Yingchi didn't let go, took his hand and put it in his coat pocket, and let it go when it was warmer, and handed the gift box next to Song Yuan, "A gift."

Song Yuan didn't answer, Gu Yingchi said again: "Christmas gift."

Song Yuan said: "It's over."

The rain outside the window splashed on the car window, everything outside was blurred through the rain-soaked car window, Song Yuan breathed out a hot breath, and said: "And I didn't prepare a gift for you, don't give it to me .”

"I owe it." Gu Yingchi said.

Song Yuan turned his head after a long time, took the gift and put it aside.

Gu Yingchi's eyes were burning like a torch, "Why don't you open it and take a look?"

Song Yuan opened it without hesitation.

It's a black scarf without too many decorations, but it looks very warm.

Gu Yingchi's gaze was so hot that Song Yuan could almost feel his thoughts, took out the scarf and put it on.

The soft scarf covered the cold neck, and there seemed to be a fire in his heart, which made Song Yuan lower his eyes, grasping the scarf, and thanked him softly.

"It's very suitable for you." Gu Yingchi said, with a gentle smile in his deep and dark eyes.

"You like me?" Song Yuan said suddenly, looking at Gu Yingchi without any emotion in his eyes.

He was asking this question very seriously.

The ears fell silent, the cold wind whimpered past the car, and then Gu Yingchi said without any hesitation, "I like it."

Slightly stunned, he became Song Yuan instead. A few seconds later, he lowered his eyes and pursed his lips to suppress his beating heart, "What do you like about me?"

If Gu Yingchi answered after a pause, he might not believe Gu Yingchi, but he answered without hesitation, instead he... believed it.

"Everything." Gu Yingchi raised his hand, touched Song Yuan's head, suddenly pressed his forehead against Song Yuan's forehead, and smiled hoarsely, "Song Yuan, I like everything about you."

The man's warm breath approached, and Song Yuan was stunned. The temperature on his forehead caused his already uncontrollable heartbeat to completely lose its rhythm.

It's obviously not an overly intimate contact, but it made him mess up, and he couldn't stabilize.

The thunderstorm outside the car got louder.

The smell of Gu Yingchi's body filled his breath, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly. Song Yuan didn't say a word for a long time, but tightly grasped his clothes, trying to cover up the abnormal heartbeat in his ears.

He felt that Gu Yingchi seemed to have been waiting for him to ask this question a long time ago.

"I'll wait for you." Gu Yingchi stepped back slightly, rubbed Song Yuan's hair, and said with a smile, "Give me the answer after you graduate."

"Do you not mind?" Song Yuan said softly without looking up.

"Mind what? Is the banquet more?" Gu Yingchi stared at him, and said slowly: "I mind. But he can make you unforgettable, and he must occupy a very important position in your heart. I will wait for you."

He leaned closer to Song Yuan, his eyebrows and eyes became a little blurred under the dim light in the car, but he was extraordinarily seductive, "Song Yuan, do you think I'm a farewell?"

The warm breath made Song Yuan have nowhere to escape, and his ears were slightly red because he didn't know whether it was because of the heat from the air conditioner in the car or something.

When Gu Yingchi approached again, Song Yuan stepped back and said in a low voice, "Don't get close."

He closed his eyes, breathed slightly short of breath, and said, "I didn't treat you as a feast."

Because I believe that you are him.

Gu Yingchi stretched out his hand, held Song Yuan's face, and rubbed his forehead against his, "Yeah, Yuan Yuan."

The two words made Song Yuan unable to say any more words. After a while, he broke free from Gu Yingchi, sat up straight, frowned, and asked Gu Yingchi that question with some annoyance.

After such a toss, he no longer felt any coldness, and his body was so hot that he even slowed down his thinking.

He could feel that Gu Yingchi was in a particularly good mood today.

The light in the car dyed the young man's reddish eyes with warmth, he looked a little regretful, and Gu Yingchi couldn't help laughing, raised his hand to straighten his slightly messy hair, and looked at He Cheng ,"drive."

It was only then that Song Yuan realized that He Cheng had been sitting in the driver's seat. Although he was a little surprised, he was not ashamed. His expression looked the same as when he first got in the car, but the red tips of his ears had already exposed him.

He Cheng drove the car to Fangyuan Community.

Looking at the blurry scene outside the window, Song Yuan's heart finally returned to normal.

Suddenly remembering the scene of Song Yao standing under the tree, he frowned slightly.

The car was parked downstairs in the community. Gu Yingchi got out of the car first, opened the umbrella, opened the door, and tilted the umbrella.

Song Yuan got out of the car and found that he had tilted the umbrella a lot towards him, and his shoulders were already wet from the rain, so he quickened his pace and walked into the building.

"Go back." He turned around, looked at Gu Yingchi and said.

Gu Yingchi stood in the rain holding an umbrella, calm and dignified like a person in a painting, unaffected by the violent wind and rain around him.He raised his hand and waved to Song Yuan, his cold and deep eyes were full of Song Yuan.

Song Yuan: "Good night."

"Good night." Watching him leave, Gu Yingchi didn't get into the car until he was out of sight.

Song Yuan went back and immediately took a hot shower. His mind was full of endless repetitions of the scene in the car. He couldn't forget it, and he couldn't calm down. He even opened the bag to pour dog food for the chicken wings, and didn't pour it into the basin for a long time.

Chicken Wing noticed that he was distracted, and screamed after rubbing Song Yuan's hand to no avail.

Song Yuan came back to his senses, patted its head, and poured the dog food into the basin, "It's raining outside, so I can't go out. After you finish eating, I'll take you for a walk in the corridor."

The chicken wings were very hungry, they wagged their tails while eating, and ran to the door to wait for Song Yuan after eating.

As soon as Song Yuan opened the door, Chicken Wing rushed out, ran wildly in the corridor for a while, and ran downstairs.

"Chicken Wings." Song Yuan called out, but Chicken Wings didn't look back.

Song Yuan took the elevator down, and saw Chicken Wing standing at the door, looking at the rain, wagging its tail, turning around and rubbing against Song Yuan when Song Yuan stopped beside it.

Song Yuan stood side by side with it and looked at the rain outside, gradually lost in thought, until the coldness woke him up, and then took the chicken wings and took the elevator back to the room.

The sound of rain outside the window lasted all night, and it was already morning when Song Yuan was woken up.

As the night passed, ice formed on the dead trees and the temperature became colder.

Song Yuan put on thick clothes, washed and ate breakfast, and saw the scarf on the table before leaving.

When he took it over, he realized that no matter whether it was the scarf or any brand label on the box, there was an answer in his mind that was ready to come out.

Song Yuan put the scarf around his neck, raised the corners of his lips slightly and didn't even notice it himself.

*

"A few days ago, I watched Gu Yingchi toss about sewing in the office. What is he doing?" Su Di appeared behind He Cheng like a ghost, touched his arm, and gossiped, "I'm here today and he won't toss anymore." , Did you see me come and hide it, or is it over? You must know the inside story, too much to talk about."

He Cheng: "I don't know."

"you know."

"I do not know."

"You...forget it." Su Tu stood up helplessly, "I'll just go in and ask him."

He pushed open the door of the office and saw that Gu Yingchi was on the phone, sitting in front of the sofa and waiting patiently. Finally, when he saw that Gu Yingchi's face was getting uglier and the air pressure around him became lower, he immediately sat up straight and felt something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Su Di asked immediately after he hung up the phone.

"It's nothing." Gu Yingchi said calmly, "Does Sun Suo di remember?"

At the mention of this name, Su Di's expression changed, and he cursed, "Isn't this riding horse the son of that bastard Sun Fabin?"

"He has returned to China." Gu Yingchi said.

Su Duo stood up: "Aiming at you?"

Gu Yingchi didn't say anything, it was a tacit agreement.

Su Tuo slammed the sofa hard, "How could he have the face to come back. Damn, what he dares to do, I will settle the old and new ones together. He might as well go in and accompany him, like a dog."

"Are you here today?" Gu Yingchi rubbed his eyebrows and pursed his lips.

"No, just curious what you were tossing about a few days ago."

Thinking of something, Gu Yingchi's face brightened a lot, "I didn't bother about anything."

Su Tuo didn't believe his words, tied up his long hair and winked, "You...don't tell me you're really in a relationship."

The strange phenomena that have been appearing recently seem to prove that Gu Yingchi is in love.

He also saw Gu Yingchi holding a needle and thread yesterday, but don't make something with his own hands and give it away.

Imagining that scene, Su Tuo felt horrified.

Gu Yingchi made things with his own hands to give away, and he has never seen them in his life for so many years.

Gu Yingchi: "Not yet."

Su Tuo clicked his tongue and didn't believe it, "You know what? You are very wrong. Now I won't believe anything you say, and I will definitely find your hidden Jiaojiao if I have the chance."

Gu Yingchi: "..."

He looked towards the door and shouted, "He Cheng."

He Cheng waited for a long time, and when he heard his name, he immediately opened the door and entered, without Gu Yingchi saying anything, he dragged Su Tuo away.

The people in the company are used to this scene, and they even joked, "Boss Su, are you getting fat? He Cheng drags you faster than before."

Su Tuo brushed his hair and winked, "Even if I gain weight, I'm still handsome."

He Cheng dragged him to a faster speed, and one minute later, Su Tuo lazily leaned against the company's gate, and waved to He Cheng, "I'll be back."

He Cheng ignored him.

The office fell silent, Gu Yingchi opened the drawer and took out a letter inside.

After reading it expressionlessly, he tore up the letter and threw it into the trash can, clasped his hands, propped his chin and looked into the distance, with a cold look on his face, and chills in his deep and cold eyes.

The author has something to say: I don't have pigeons, and otz is just stewing fat chapters, so this one is a few hours late, I bow and apologize.

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