I am a rich man

A sentence without ups and downs made Song Yao's brain buzz, and for a moment he felt like a candy that had been peeled off in front of Song Yuan, and everything was exposed in front of Song Yuan.

He froze in place, and it took him a long time to find his voice, "What? What came back? I..."

Suddenly thinking of something, Song Yao's eyes widened slightly, and then he quickly lowered his head.After a while, he raised his head and said stiffly: "What are you talking about? I don't understand. Or are you saying hello to me? Hehe... Will you also say hello to me?"

"It's fine if you don't understand." Song Yuan stood up and put on his schoolbag.

"Song Yuan, you, do you know..." Seeing that he was about to leave, Song Yao hurriedly stopped him, wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

"Are you an idiot? You want to tell him? Don't you forget how he crushed you before. Don't you want to take revenge? Don't you want to step on him? Don't you want to get the Song family? Do you want to be kicked out of Song Dynasty?" Home, and then go back to the village where the birds don’t shit? Do you want to be replaced by Song Yuan?! If you don’t pursue it so much, you can tell me, and I can even help you speed up and become embarrassing.”

The voice next to his ear was like a curse, reminding Song Yao of all the things before. He clenched his fists and remained silent for a long time when he heard the last sentence.

When looking at Song Yuan again, Song Yao said coldly: "Song Yuan, don't change the subject for me, Gu Yingchi can't really like you. Also, I won't let you take my things away. I..."

Song Yuan nodded slightly before he finished speaking, and left directly.

With the words behind him stuck in his mouth, Song Yao sat down on the chair, listened to the childish voice laughing and taunting him, kicked the chair, frowned and said: "I can do it myself! I don't need to rely on you, you are better than me You're still childish! Also, what the hell are you? Why did you appear in my body."

"I'm Song Yao." The voice said with a smile, "As for why it appeared in your body, maybe God can't see that you are too stupid, so let me help you. Is this not good? You see Song Yuan is not pleasing to the eye, and I also find him not pleasing to the eye, let's... kill him together."

Song Yao frowned at the simple tone of killing an ant again. Just as he was about to say something, a shadow appeared above him.

When he looked up, he saw a middle-aged man in a black padded jacket with messy hair standing in front of him, staring at him for a long time.

Song Yao was upset by the scrutinizing gaze, so he stood up and said, "What are you looking at?"

"Song Yao." The man stopped him, hesitant to speak.

"How do you know my name?" Song Yao, who was about to leave, paused, "Who are you?"

"I am your biological father." Song Mingchao stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Song Yao's head, but Song Yao's face changed when he heard these words, and he slapped Song Mingchao's arm away.

"What my biological father! My biological father is already dead. Are you sick? You pretended to be my biological father?" His biological parents, Song Yuan's adoptive parents, had disappeared many years ago. Everyone said that he was dead, but now he suddenly appeared, he didn't believe it.

Even if he is not dead, it is absolutely impossible for him to recognize the biological father.

His father is only Song Zhongxian.

"I'm not pretending." Song Mingchao smiled wryly, wanting to make it clear to him, "Song Yao, I'm really your father. If you don't believe me, we can go..."

"Shut up." Song Yao interrupted him with a sharp voice: "I only have one father, and his name is Song Zhongxian. If you don't leave, I will call the police."

Song Mingchao was stunned by his apparent unwillingness to listen to what he said. He looked at Song Yao for a long time and murmured, "Do you really deny me as your father? You should know that Song Zhongxian is not your father. Song Yao , I don't want to do anything, I just want to make it clear to you."

Song Yao couldn't help laughing out loud, "Let's not talk about whether you are my biological father, even if you are, why should I admit it? Looking at you like this, I know that your life is a mess. Shall I go back with you and wait to die of starvation? As I said, my father only has Song Zhongxian. Get out of the way, crazy."

After he finished speaking in disgust, he pushed Song Mingchao away and left quickly.

Song Mingchao stood where he was, watching Song Yao leave, and the slightly complicated mood when he found the information finally turned into disappointment.

Wang Zhu came quickly from the side, "President Song, shall we go back today?"

"Wait for Ah Jing and Yuan Yuan to finish chatting." Song Mingchao looked not far away.

Although he didn't have much hope for Song Yao in his heart, Song Yao still made him feel incredible.

*

The people behind followed Song Yuan for a long time, until Song Yuan stopped and did not move, she called out anxiously, "Yuan Yuan."

Song Yuan turned around.

He had already noticed that someone was following behind him, so he could more or less guess who it was.

The woman had a sick face, thin cheeks, and tears in her eyes. She watched Song Yuan's lips tremble for a long time without saying a word, and finally covered her mouth and shed tears.

After so many years, she is still as gentle and beautiful as in memory, and she likes to wear long white dresses.Because of the long-term hospitalization, his body is frighteningly thin, as if he might faint at any time.

Song Yuan bent his lips and called out softly: "Mom."

The woman was startled, hugged Song Yuan for a moment, cried for a long time, and said excitedly and frightened: "I thought you didn't recognize me. I'm sorry, it's mom who is sorry for you. Mom didn't go back to see you on purpose all these years, Mom is too stupid to notice that something is wrong. I'm sorry Yuan Yuan, you have suffered..."

Song Yuan raised his hand, froze in the air for a moment, then put it on the woman's back to comfort him, and said softly, "I didn't blame you, you don't need to apologize."

"Yuan Yuan," the woman wiped her tears, stared at Song Yuan, her eyes were red, "Your father is already dealing with Zhang Sanwa's affairs, and my mother has heard about your here, you and your parents will go to City J Okay? Mom and Dad will never let you suffer any more in the future. "

Song Yuan was silent.

The woman immediately said: "Mom is too anxious. You probably won't get used to leaving with us. You can do it here. If you have anything to do, you must come to me and your dad. We are always here."

She seemed to have never talked so much, and at the end she began to cough, and her face grew paler and uglier.

Song Yuan supported her, looked around, and soon saw Song Mingchao, and helped the woman to go there, "Mom, I have something to solve here, so I can't go to J City with you. Sorry You don't have to worry about me, I live alone now and have nothing to do with Song Zhongxian. But you, take good care of your body and take good care of it."

"I...cough cough, okay." The woman covered her mouth and coughed more and more, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Over there Song Mingchao saw it, and immediately ran over to help the woman over.

Looking at Song Yuan, his eyes softened, "Yuan Yuan."

Song Yuan called out, "Dad."

"Hey." Song Mingchao responded ecstatically, but was too excited, "Yuanyuan... Dad knows that you have your own ideas, and Dad will not interfere with you. I just want to tell you, don't support yourself if you have something to do. Tell your parents."

He raised his hand and rubbed Song Yuan's head, the corners of his eyes were reddish, "Parents were sorry for you before, and they won't let you be wronged in the future."

Song Yuan smiled at him, "Okay."

"Your mother isn't in good health yet. I'm going to take your mother home now." Song Mingchao supported Liu Caijing who had fainted and unconscious, "Yuanyuan, parents are leaving first, and I'll see you next time."

He didn't dare to say that he wanted Song Yuan to visit them. Over the years, thinking of how much Song Yuan had suffered, Song Mingchao's heart ached.

Before leaving, Song Mingchao gave Song Yuan a box, "Yuan Yuan, your parents were not there when you celebrated your birthday, this gift is for you. Happy birthday, Yuan Yuan. Although this sentence is late, but next time Parents will never be late again."

Song Yuan took the box and watched the car leave before looking down at the box in his hand, and then opened it.

Inside is a necklace and a circle pendant.

The round pendant can be opened to reveal a photo inside.

In the photo, Song Yuan was only two or three years old, with a pink face and chubby flesh, and was held in Liu Caijing's arms.Song Mingchao, who was standing aside, put his arms around the mother and son, and looked at the camera with a smile on his face.

Song Yuan looked at himself as a child for a long time before closing the pendant, closing his eyes and smiling.

He almost can't remember what he looked like when he was a child. This photo reminds him that he was a little fat when he was a child.What parents like to do most is to squat beside him, reach out and rub his face while he is not paying attention, and praise him for being so cute with a smile.

*

In the middle of the night, Song Yuan woke up from his dream, breaking out in a cold sweat.

The two green eyes beside the bed made him slightly stunned. When he turned on the light, he realized that Chicken Wing had run in at some point, lying on the ground and staring at him.

It seemed that he could feel that he was having a nightmare. Chicken Wing jumped onto the bed, rubbed his head against him, and stuck out his tongue to lick him, but Song Yuan stopped him.

It was only 11:30, Song Yuan fell asleep after running at ten o'clock at night, and woke up after sleeping for an hour and a half.

He patted the chicken wings, let it get out of bed, lifted the quilt to take a shower.

All the drowsiness was washed away with the hot water, Song Yuan couldn't sleep anymore, sat at the table, took out the diary, drew two circles on it with a pen, and then stared at the two circles for a long time without moving.

His memory can't be wrong.

I was nine years old when I entered the novel world, lived in the novel world for 20 years and died, and then returned to reality.

In the novel world, the memory before the age of nine is vague, and it is the memory of Song Yuan in the novel.

Fingers clenched the pen in his hand suddenly, Song Yuan pursed his lips.

But he suddenly couldn't remember when he found himself transmigrated into the world of a novel.

It seems that when he opened his eyes and became Song Yuan in the novel world, he knew he was in the novel world.

It seems that not long after he became Song Yuan in the novel world, a novel plot and a memory suddenly appeared in his mind, which let him know that the world he was in was a novel world, and he was not the original Song Yuan, but the real Song Yuan .

If it's the former, he hasn't read the novel, and he can't find it in the real world. How did he know about it?

Is it the latter?

Can't remember at all.

Song Yuan raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

A white light suddenly lit up outside the window, Song Yuan put down his pen and opened the curtains.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, a purple lightning flashed in the distance, and the muffled thunder sounded, and within half a minute, it began to rain.

The cold wind blows in from the window, as if whimpering.

Song Yuan quickly closed the window, and suddenly saw something, opened the window again, and stretched out his hand.

White snowflakes fell on the fingertips, and the coldness spread throughout the body along the hands. Song Yuan withdrew his hands, looked at the melting water on the fingertips, and was slightly lost in thought.

Snowing.

The author has something to say: Song Yao is neither mentally ill nor schizophrenic. I rarely read comments, and I don’t know if anyone in the previous comment area can guess what happened to him correctly.

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感谢在2021-02-0721:41:02~2021-02-0723:52:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Fengyun;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!