I am a rich man

Unknown netizen hsnzs: "I live across the road from them, one year older than Song Yuan. If you ask me what impressed me the most when I was a child, it is that I just need to stand at the door to see The scene of beating someone on the opposite side. Across the road, I could see clearly that Li Qian was beating Song Yuan so badly. Because of this, I was in a psychological shadow, and my mother went to talk to Li Qian on purpose, and Li Qian Cursed out. She is a well-known lunatic in our village."

"Beating and scolding is really common. Sometimes I can see him standing at the door and not allowed to enter the yard at meal time. Everyone around is eating, but he is the only one there. He can't eat, I have to stand for another day. When I went to deliver things to him, Li Qian would chase me out and beat me. I was afraid of her, so I didn’t dare to deliver things to Song Yuan.”

"There is also Li Qian's son. He is young, but he does a lot of things. Grabbing Song Yuan's face, pulling Song Yuan's hair, kicking Song Yuan, he has completely inherited his mother. Think of Song Yuan as someone who can A tool for venting at will. Hehe."

"The story of Song Yuan has been spread in our village. Those who don't believe it can ask casually. Li Qian has never cared for Song Yuan. He just wants Song Yuan to be a tool person and throws everything to him. , I always wanted to exchange Song Yuan for some money. According to my mother, Li Qian had long wanted to send Song Yuan to work in a 24-hour factory when Song Yuan was at that time. At that time, Song Yuan happened to be taken to R City to avoid When we were studying and playing around, he did all the work with scars all over his body. You tell me why he gave Li Qian money? Not to mention, Li Qian's husband cheated in the name of Song Yuan Song Yuan's adoptive father and adoptive mother intercepted the money and used it to raise Xiaosan for many years. The behavior is bad and heinous!"

"This kind of villain, you still pity them? It's ridiculous."

"..."

"Song Yuan never owed Li Qian. When he left home, the Song family gave Li Qian money, and Li Qian gambled it all. Later, she found out that her husband was cheating. After she was caught, she used the cheated money to continue gambling. I got a lot of money, but was chased by creditors in the end. If I have no money, I can’t be cheated. I thought of Song Yuan. This kind of person should be in prison, and she doesn’t deserve to ask for Song Yuan’s money.”

"..."

"The blogger who wants Song Yuan dead, you are really disgusting."

"Ask me for evidence? All I can say is that I still have the video of Li Qian beating someone. I respect Song Yuan, so I won't release it."

"..."

Behind is a recording video, which is what Li Qian said in a triumphant voice.

"Oh, Song Yuan was lucky, and was taken back by his parents. They gave me the money. People in the city have money, so they can get so much at once. Tsk tsk tsk, you can't envy me. "

This Weibo caused too many waves. The original blogger's comments went from [-] to [-], and the most popular comment was replaced by a comment that insulted him.

Not long after, the blogger came out with a sincere apology, Aite Song Yuan, saying that he shouldn't have distorted the facts by looking at the surface when he didn't know the truth clearly, which would have a very bad influence and harm on him.

There were no suspicious comments under Song Yuan's comments, only a bunch of comforting ones.

#李千# Two words are on the hot search.Soon, all her information and what she had done were revealed, and the photos of Zhang Sanwa and her son also leaked out.

"Her husband is running around because of money fraud, and she is now being chased by creditors and living in the basement, tsk tsk tsk, why doesn't this kind of person die? I'm so disgusted."

"I'm going to have nightmares after watching it in the middle of the night. Where does a vicious person like her come to look for Song Yuan? I vomited."

"It's really magical. This is called raising? Don't give food to eat, let him do the work, and be beaten and scolded. This is called raising??! I'm afraid you have misunderstood raising!"

"When I first saw this matter, I thought it was not easy. After all, this boy is so good, how could he be like what you said. Now that I know the truth of the matter, I feel complicated."

"It seems that Zhang Sanwa has been arrested. The amount of fraud is more than 300 million, and he is very happy. Li Qian should go in and be with him quickly. Let his son experience the suffering of Song Yuan when he is thrown into other people's house."

"Suddenly discovered that Song Yuan's adoptive father and adoptive mother also have problems...how can they be so easily deceived. And they haven't disappeared? What does this situation belong to now, do you want a real son or a fake son?"

"Leaving aside the issue of adoptive parents, let's talk about Li Qian, the rubbish first."

"..."

Online reviews have turned against each other.

Song Yuan only read a few Weibo comments, and privately poked the netizen who happened to him.

"Thank you."

After 3 minutes, the other party replied: "You don't need to thank me, I should have stood up at the beginning, but I was too timid at that time. If I had stood up, you would not have suffered so many years. Song Yuan, as you Neighbor, I have always felt very sorry for you, but today I finally stood up. Also, Song Yuan, you met a noble person. 呲牙.jpg. You will get better and better!"

Staring at the word noble with black and white eyes for a long time, Song Yuan opened the chat box with Gu Yingchi, typed the word thank you and quickly deleted it, and then typed a sentence to invite him to dinner, and finally sent time to be deleted again.

For the first time, Song Yuan didn't know what to say to Gu Yingchi.

A thank you is too weak, and he said it too many times.

He owed too much and was late, so much that he didn't know how to repay.

Song Yuan raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

Gu Yingchi seemed to see that he had been typing but hadn't sent a message, and sent him an emoji back.

"Hold high. jpg."

Song Yuan subconsciously pulled his lips into a smile, the strong smile rippling in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

He replied with an emoji of "Ceng Ceng", exited the chat software, looked out the window, and gradually tightened his hand holding the phone.

*

Because of the incident on Weibo, even if Song Yuan sat in the classroom and did not go out, people would often pass by the window and look at him strangely, pointing words from time to time, with pity in their eyes.

Gu Yuhe directly closed the curtains, and when someone pushed the window open and poked his head in, he became furious and pushed the man's head out, "I was thinking that if you have nothing to do, I'll tell your homeroom teacher and ask him to give you a whole broom , you go to clean up the playground?"

Without waiting for the man to speak, he directly locked the window, closed the curtains again after making sure that the window could not be opened, and continued to fall asleep on the table.

Song Yuan put the organized key notebooks in his drawer.

Gu Yuhe didn't wake up until the evening self-study was over, wiped off the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and fumbled in the drawer. He wanted to fumble for the hat to put it on, but found a thick book, and took it out to have a look.

The key knowledge of each subject is recorded in the notebook, and it is full.

The beautiful handwriting made Gu Yuhe stunned. He turned his head and looked at Song Yuan who was packing up and opened his arms to hug him, "Song Yuan, I...cough! Thank you for your important notes."

Halfway through his outstretched hand, he suddenly thought of something, turned his arm and retracted it, put the book in his schoolbag, put on his peaked cap, and smiled brightly.

An Xin heard the important notes, and immediately leaned over, staring at Gu Yingchi with a smile, "Let me take a look after finishing it?"

"You have it too." Song Yuan said, and handed her the important notebook specially written for her, "You two are different."

Hearing that he had it too, An Xin took the book and thanked him madly.

Song Yuan shook his head and said no thanks.

They have helped him too much, and what they can give back to them seems to be nothing but the division of knowledge.

The temperature at ten o'clock in the evening is very low, and I can't feel anything in the classroom. When I go out, the cold wind blows out the heat in my body.

Song Yuan pulled the zipper of the school uniform to the highest, put on a scarf and hat, and quickly walked out of the school gate.

As soon as he went out, he saw Gu Yingchi's car parked aside.

"Gu Yuhe." Song Yuan turned his head and just called out, Gu Yuhe had already rushed to the station.

"I'm taking the bus today." The boy who rushed into the station ahead didn't look back, just waved his hands and laughed loudly, "You and my uncle can go first."

Song Yuan had no choice but to open the car door.

There were no lights on inside, and it was dark and blurry.

Gu Yingchi's handsome facial features are particularly attractive under the light of the faint street lamp nearby.

Song Yuan got into the car and just took off his scarf and hat when his head was rubbed.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The man sat a little closer to him, and the unique fragrance of his body lingered at the tip of his nose, which made people feel at ease.

Song Yuan relaxed, knowing the meaning of his three words, took a deep breath, smiled, and said, "It's okay, it's over."

In fact, he couldn't remember those things clearly.

Because so much happens.

What was in the novel, what was outside the novel, the two had become so confused that he couldn't remember what Li Qian had done to him, even if it was impressive, it was much blurred when he thought about it now.

That's fine, after all, it's of no use to him to remember those things clearly.

Looking at the gentle smile on the young man's clean, porcelain-white face, Gu Yingchi's eyes were deep and dark.

He stretched out his hand, stroked Song Yuan's cold cheek, rested his fingers on his slightly frowning brows, and then whispered: "I will be here from now on."

The extremely gentle words made Song Yuan startled, and his eyes suddenly became sore uncontrollably.

He blinked, trying to shake the sourness away, but to no avail.

Gu Yingchi smiled and opened his hands, Song Yuan hesitated for a second, threw himself into his arms, and put his chin on his shoulder.

Listening to Gu Yingchi's steady breathing, Song Yuan closed his eyes and let out a "hmm".

In one word, the tone has changed slightly, with a slight trembling that is imperceptible.

Gu Yingchi patted him on the back lightly, the warm palm seemed to have magic power, and it fell with the gentle movement, making Song Yuan's hand holding his clothes could not help but tighten.

The suit was caught in a layer of folds, Song Yuan turned his head, pressed his face against Gu Yingchi's neck, felt the temperature of his body, and called him vaguely, "Gu Yingchi."

"I'm here."

"..."

Song Yuan seems to have said something, but also seems to have said nothing.

Gu Yingchi couldn't tell what the silent words were, he just kissed Song Yuan's ear and repeated that sentence, "I'm always here."

With the doors closed, the street lights couldn't come in.The dimness in the car is just enough to hide all the emotions on a person's face, so they won't be easily discovered.

Only a few minutes passed, but Song Yuan felt as if a century had passed.

His mood calmed down, and he sat upright beside Gu Yingchi, thinking about the emotional disturbance just now, he slightly narrowed his eyes and looked at his fingers, as if he could still feel Gu Yingchi's hot breath in his ears.

The heart that had been beating rhythmically before became chaotic at this moment, so fast that Song Yuan hardly dared to speak, fearing that as soon as he opened his mouth, the restless heart would jump out.

He didn't need to be reminded, the scorching temperature on his cheeks was also reminding him, and he was blushing at this moment.

Gu Yingchi raised his hand, straightened Song Yuan's slightly messy hair, lowered the car window, and shouted to He Cheng outside, "He Cheng."

The cold wind poured into the car, blowing away a little bit of the heat, Song Yuan turned his back to Gu Yingchi, put his palm on his chest, and finally felt that the heart in his chest was no longer beating so wildly.

He Cheng, who had been blowing the cold wind for half an hour, rubbed his face, responded, quickly got into the driver's seat, and drove to the downstairs where Song Yuan lived.

"You wait for me." Song Yuan opened the car door, went upstairs quickly, and ran down after a while, holding two gift boxes in his hands.

He handed the gift box to Gu Yingchi, "I made it myself."

The lights in the neighborhood were bright, his reddish cheeks were fully exposed, Gu Yingchi stared at him tenderly for a long time before accepting the gift box, thanking him in a low voice.

"Good night, Gu Yingchi." Song Yuan took a few steps forward, thought of something, looked back at Gu Yingchi and smiled.

A crescent moon hangs high above the head, and under the moonlight, the cool breeze seems to become gentle.

Gu Yingchi's voice came with the breeze, "Good night, Song Sanyuan."

……

The car didn't leave and parked downstairs for a long time.

It wasn't until the lights upstairs were completely extinguished that Gu Yingchi let He Cheng drive away.

He opened the box in his hand, and there were some exquisite pastries and some milk dates in it.Besides his, there is also He Cheng's.

Thin lips slightly raised, Gu Yingchi laughed lowly, and handed the one that belonged to He Cheng to him, "Song Yuan gave it to you."

He Cheng was a little taken aback, and fell silent after realizing it, not knowing what to say.He desperately searched in his mind for the correct answer he should give at this moment, before he frowned after a long time, "Please sir, thank you madam."

Through the rearview mirror, you can see that the smile on the corner of Gu Yingchi's lips became more intense, and He Cheng was greatly relieved.

*

Song Yuan had a nightmare all night.

The words he saw during the day brought him back to his childhood,

Passing through layers of white barriers, those things reappeared in front of him.

Song Yuan saw Li Qian raised her foot and kicked him in the face, but he would dodge and even bite Li Qian back when Li Qian chased and hit him.

One can imagine the fate, the cheek was almost bleeding, and he was locked outside the door overnight.

The wind that night made Song Yuan feel like an ice cube, but he didn't regret it.

Because he bit Li Qian's hand, which made him feel very happy.

Li Qian who had been bullying him was finally bullied by him.

The next morning, Li Qian let him in to wash clothes and cook, ordering him to do everything arrogantly.

He was like this when he was a child. Although he was timid, he was cornered. He would rather be beaten to death than make Li Qian feel bad.

This kind of rebellion against Li Qian was actually quite a lot, so many that in the end his arms and legs were covered with red marks from sticks.

Passing by neighbors would ask him what was going on, but he was immersed in the joy of Li Qian being paralyzed on the bed by him and screaming in pain. He didn't care about the scars on his body, and replied with a smile, " I'm fine."

Since when did he change his temperament and become completely different from him when he was a child.

Song Yuan thought in a daze, woke up by the light outside the window, only to realize that it was already very late.

It's ten o'clock.

He had never woken up so late, this was the first time.

Pain in the brain and confusion, Song Yuan raised his hand and touched his forehead, it was extremely hot, only to realize that he had a fever.

He called Lao Wu to ask for leave, swallowed, his dry and stinging throat made him unable to stand up and pour a glass of hot water to drink.

After drinking a cup of hot water, his body became even hotter, and Song Yuan felt very uncomfortable because of his annoyance. After drinking the water, he lay down on the bed again, and fell asleep in a daze.

When it was dark, Song Yuan was awakened by hunger. After waking up, his physical condition became even worse, and he could not speak a word. Holding the mobile phone, Song Yuan found the chat box with Gu Yingchi with blurred eyes, and typed out the words. Reply: "I have a fever, can you sell me some antipyretics, thank you."

He thought he had sent the message, turned off the phone, closed his eyes, and lay under the quilt with his brows tightly furrowed, his body plunged into a double sky of ice and fire, completely unaware that he had sent a string of garbled codes.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

Song Yuan's consciousness was awakened by the knock on the door. He sat up from the bed and got out of bed to turn on the light, but because of his weak legs, he slipped off the bed suddenly.

Kneeling on the ground, Song Yuan's eyes went dark from the pain, and he fell to the ground and could barely get up.

Breathing dull pain, he frowned, not knowing how his body could be so fragile, he struggled to get up from the ground.

The next second, the door of the room was kicked open, and the living room lights came on. Song Yuan squinted his eyes and felt unaccustomed to the sudden lighting in the darkness.

Footsteps sounded, and a few seconds later, he fell into a warm embrace.

Gu Yingchi carried him back to the bed, turned on the light, and sat on the edge of the bed looking at Song Yuan.

The young man's face was pale, without a trace of blood, and his lips were chapped and bleeding. When he saw him, he was still trying to pull out a smile, as if he was surprised how he came so quickly, "Are you in the community?"

Gu Yingchi just came out of the company after receiving the news, and drove here directly.

He didn't speak, just touched Song Yuan's head, poured Song Yuan a cup of hot water, and took his temperature after a while after he finished drinking.

39 degrees fast.

Song Yuan seemed a little unconscious, with his back leaning against the head of the bed, his dark eyes were blurred, and he was muttering vaguely.

Gu Yingchi leaned closer, only to hear him muttering his name all the time.

"Gu Yingchi" was repeated by him, as if it was not enough.

Because of the fever, his voice was limp and weak, sounding like a kitten.

Gu Yingchi found out the medicine he brought, fed it to Song Yuan, and helped him lie back on the bed.

"Go to sleep." After tucking in the quilt, Gu Yingchi sat next to him, and said softly, "I'm here with you, don't go anywhere, go to sleep."

Hearing his words, Song Yuan's consciousness fluctuated. He wanted to say that he had slept a lot and couldn't fall asleep now, but his eyelids were extremely heavy, and he closed them uncontrollably in the end.

Before falling asleep, he subconsciously reached out and touched the quilt, as if he was looking for something.

Gu Yingchi stretched out his hand, Song Yuan grabbed it tightly, and blurted out a word, "It hurts."

Gu Yingchi's eyes were full of distress, and he raised his hand to rub his head. After he fell asleep, he lifted the quilt and carefully pushed his pants to the knee position.

Song Yuan's legs were very white, so his red and even bruised knees looked a little more serious.

Gu Yingchi only brought cold medicine and anti-fever medicine, but did not bring other medicines.

He called He Cheng to bring the medicine, then warmed his palms and put them on to rub his knees.

The boy's body trembled, and the hand holding him tightly tightened, and then loosened a little as if he was afraid of hurting him.

When He Cheng received the call, he didn't know what brand of medicine Gu Yingchi wanted, so he simply bought all the medicines he could buy, and knocked on the door with big bags and small bags.

Gu Yingchi took the medicine and quickly returned to the room without saying anything.

It was the first time that He Cheng saw his flustered and hasty pace, and he couldn't help but froze for a while. After realizing it, he closed the door and left quickly.

*

In the room, Gu Yingchi opened the medicine, melted it in his palm, and then applied it on Song Yuan's knee.After the medicine was applied, he quickly put down his pants, checked Song Yuan's arm, and sat back on the chair when he saw that there was no problem.

Song Yuan, who was asleep, had exquisite and gentle eyebrows under the light, and he no longer felt alienated from the past.He turned his head sideways and slept next to Gu Yingchi, holding Gu Yingchi's fingers with his hand, the corners of his lips raised slightly, sleeping very peacefully.

Gu Yingchi sighed, couldn't help but leaned down, and kissed Song Yuan's lips.

A simple kiss, touch and leave.

Seeing the young man's lips so close at hand, Gu Yingchi rubbed between his brows, feeling a little helpless.

He is also crazy.

In the middle of the night, Song Yuan started talking in his sleep, and kept chanting a name. Gu Ying was late and finally heard the three words he said clearly, "The feast is more..."

Gu Yingchi stared at him, and asked after a long time, "Who is Yan Ciyue?"

Song Yuan seemed to have heard his words, and answered with a frown, "It's you."

Gu Yingchi couldn't help laughing, "Who am I?"

"You are Gu Yingchi, and Gu Yingchi is Yue Ci Yue, and Yue Ci Yue is Gu Ying Chi." Song Yuan's voice in response became weaker and weaker, and finally turned over, with his back to Gu Yingchi, and fell into a deep sleep. No more mumbling.

Gu Yingchi pushed his bangs aside, then lifted the quilt up again, looked at his fair cheeks, and asked in a low voice, "What if I'm not Yan Ciyue?"

The room was silent, and no one answered the man's words. After a while, the man's sigh echoed in the room.

The next day, after waking up, Song Yuan was still a little dazed. He felt something in his hand and struggled to get up to look.

Gu Yingchi supported his face with one hand, sat on the side and fell asleep, holding Gu Yingchi's other hand in his hand.

The light from outside the window shone in, Song Yuan stared at Gu Yingchi, blinked, and had the illusion that this was like a dream.

Like a nightmare, Song Yuan stretched out his hand and poked Gu Yingchi's cheek.

When he felt the sensation brought by his fingertips touching the skin, Song Yuan couldn't help but smile, his cold face was full of happiness.

It's not a dream, it's real.

Song Yuan let go of Gu Yingchi's hand and touched his forehead, it was still hot.

The fever has not subsided, and the head is still dizzy and painful, as if a ball of cotton is stuffed, making people think slowly.

Song Yuan moved to the side, got out of bed and helped Gu Yingchi to lie down on the bed with great effort, and fell asleep beside him again.

Gu Yingchi opened his eyes when the people around him were breathing calmly and obviously fell asleep, and looked sideways at Song Yuan's fair neck.

Thinking of his face-poking gesture just now that didn't match his usual gesture, Gu Yingchi pulled his thin lips, stretched out his hand to hug the young man into his arms, closed his eyes and continued to fall asleep.

……

"Song Yuan." A hazy voice sounded in his ear, Song Yuan opened his eyes and saw a vague outline.

He blinked and recognized that person was Gu Yingchi, and when he heard him get himself up, he subconsciously sat up from the bed.

"I'll take you to the hospital." Gu Yingchi said.

After several times of fever, the medicine was useless.

Hearing the word hospital, Song Yuan immediately shrank back and shook his head blankly: "I won't go."

With a hoarse and powerless voice full of resistance, coupled with the blank look, Gu Yingchi was taken aback, and said softly: "Okay. Then let's not go to the hospital, I'll call the doctor, okay?"

Song Yuan immediately nodded and responded.

"You continue to lie down for a while." Gu Yingchi supported him to lie down, covered him with the quilt, and took out his mobile phone to contact the doctor.

When he returned to the room again, he saw Song Yuan staring blankly out of the window, wondering what he was thinking.

Gu Yingchi sat beside him, "Thirsty? Drink water?"

His voice was so gentle that Song Yuan couldn't help but look back at him.

Gu Yingchi's appearance was reflected in the clear black and white eyes, Song Yuan's lips moved, his eyes were bent, and his smile was light and warm: "Thirsty."

In one word, the voice was soft as if she was acting like a baby.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-02-1623:52:55~2021-02-1723:59:07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 who threw the mine: 1 big iron head;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Yunzhongyue; 1 bottle of Qujianglin;

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