I am a rich man

"Yeah." Gu Yingchi lowered his head and rubbed Song Yuan's face.

This movement is like a cat seeking comfort.

Song Yuan hooked his neck and couldn't help chuckling.

"What are you laughing at?" Gu Yingchi asked hoarsely.

Song Yuan: "You look like a cat."

"You're more like it." The nose was pinched, Gu Yingchi stroked Song Yuan's head, and then hugged him on the chair in front of the table.

"I made porridge, try it." He served a bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat.

Song Yuan thought that he didn't have any ingredients for porridge in his refrigerator, so Gu Yingchi must have bought the ingredients on purpose, and reached out to serve the porridge, "I can do it myself."

His hair was slightly disheveled, sticking to his face, and the warm light came in from outside, making him look a little lazy.

Song Yuan said: "You make me look like a child."

Gu Yingchi smiled, without hesitation, handed him the porridge, took another spoon, and sat on the side staring at Song Yuan.

After eating a bowl of porridge, my body regained some strength, and the pain in my brain has been relieved a lot. Although it is still a little heavy, it is much better than the previous chaotic state.

Song Yuan stood up and was about to wash the dishes, but Gu Yingchi took the dishes away, pushed him to sit on the chair, and asked while walking to the kitchen, "I asked for leave for you, do you want to go out now or stay at home? "

"Have you eaten?" Song Yuan asked without answering.

"I've eaten." The sound of washing dishes came from the kitchen.

Song Yuan glanced out the window: "At home."

"Okay." Gu Yingchi responded, walked out of the kitchen, poured a cup of hot water, took out the medicine, opened it and put it in Song Yuan's palm.

Looking at the few pills in his palm, Song Yuan didn't speak, and took the medicine after a while.

Not as bitter as imagined.

Song Yuan still drank a glass of water in one breath, and he breathed a sigh of relief after completely clearing the smell of medicine in his mouth.

"Are you afraid of taking medicine?" Gu Yingchi asked suddenly.

"No." Song Yuan thought for a while, but didn't know how to describe it.

Maybe it's because in the novel world, he has to take a lot of medicine every day, and the reason why those medicines are bitter and difficult to swallow, makes him subconsciously resist when he sees the medicine now, and doesn't want to take it.

But he knew that he couldn't do without food, and his body couldn't get through it.

Gu Yingchi took apart the prepared fudge, stuffed it into his mouth, looked at Song Yuan's brows that quickly stretched and smiled, "Is it sweet?"

"It's okay." Song Yuan bit and swallowed.

This sugar is not too sweet to be greasy, within the acceptable range.

"I'll try it." Gu Yingchi whispered.

Song Yuan got up and was about to go back to his room to draw, but was kissed as soon as he stood up.

He was startled, and then realized that Gu Yingchi's sentence "I'll try it" was not just a taste in the simple sense.

Song Yuan is not very good at kissing, and after responding clumsily, he felt that Gu Yingchi seemed to be smiling, so he couldn't help biting Gu Yingchi's lip hard, and pushed him away.

"It's sweet." The man put his arms around Song Yuan, pressing his forehead against his.

Two words, the surrounding atmosphere became ambiguous.

Song Yuan's face didn't change, but his ears turned red quietly.

Gu Yingchi noticed that he didn't say anything, but just stretched out his hand and pinched Song Yuan's ear, feeling Song Yuan tremble slightly, and the corners of his lips smiled more and more.

Song Yuan took Gu Yingchi's hand away, got up and went back to the room to take out the board he bought earlier, and started to draw the unfinished chapter last time.

Gu Yingchi didn't bother him, just quietly read a book on the sidelines.

The room was silent, save for the sound of books being flipped and pens rubbing against the board.

A breeze blew outside the window, and the curtains fluttered. The boy on the left was drawing with his eyes downcast, his cheeks were fair and delicate.The man on the right is indifferent and dignified, but his expression is mixed with a little warmth. The picture is still like a painting.

After Song Yuan finished drawing a chapter, he uploaded it to the website, notified the update on Weibo, and suddenly found that the word Li Qian was listed at the top of the trending search.

He clicked in, and it was all kinds of Weibo where Li Qian and Zhang Sanwa were arrested.

Li Qian beat someone to death.

Song Yuan was startled, frowned, and continued to browse other Weibo.

Because of this incident, all kinds of things about Li Qian were exposed, including what Song Yuan didn't know.

Netizens scolded Li Qian more and more, refreshing the weibo where dozens of people scolded Li Qian.

Song Yuan posted an updated Weibo, then quit, raised his hand and rubbed his temple.

Gu Yingchi stood behind him at some point, and raised his hand to rub his temples, with just the right amount of strength, "Want to go for a walk during the winter vacation?"

"Where to go?"

"Where do you want to go."

Song Yuan thought for a while, and then named two places, "Fengliang Mountain Ghost Village, Wangyue Mountain."

The hand rubbing his temple paused slightly, Song Yuan felt it, and looked up at Gu Yingchi, "What's wrong?"

The Adam's apple on the slender and fair neck was exposed by this action, and the teeth marks on the side shoulders were still very obvious. Gu Yingchi's eyes were dark, and he lowered his head and kissed Song Yuan's lips, "It's okay. Let's go to these two places."

Song Yuan thought of the sentence that Gu Yingchi asked when his consciousness was still a little fuzzy before, "Do you know who I am?"

He looked at Gu Yingchi's chin, blinked, raised his hand to touch Gu Yingchi's Adam's apple, and when he met the man's unfathomable eyes, he smiled, "Gu Yingchi, do you know something? "

*

Song Yao closed the door.

There was the sound of a car stopping outside the window. Master Song got out of the car with an extremely ugly face. He lost his temper as soon as he entered the villa and started looking for Song Yao.

Song Yao seemed to have never heard of it, and sat on a chair and took out his homework and wrote boringly.

"Why don't you go out." Song Yao looked towards the door, "Dad is very angry now."

"Why go out?" Song Yao turned his head back to stare at the homework, and smiled strangely, "What does he have to do with me when he is angry? I'm not really his son. Also, don't bother me, just do homework."

Song Yao looked out the window and was furious, "But you are using my body now! Dad will not have a good impression of me then!"

"Do you think I want to use your body?" Song Yao sneered, "If I had the opportunity to choose, I would not choose to become you, but would choose to become Song Yuan. Do you understand? You and Song Yuan have no any comparability."

Song Yao clenched his fists and slammed the table hard, "Then get out of my body!"

"I want to go out too, but I can't." Song Yao grinned, "I can't help it. Although I didn't think about it, there is no way to solve this situation now."

Song Yao's face was distorted and ferocious, and soon he smiled again, became ferocious again, and smiled again, repeating this, it was as terrifying as a mental patient having an attack.

This constant face-changing didn't end until the door was knocked.

"Song Yao, are you in the room?" Master Song patted the door, his tone full of impatience, "Are you in? Can't you hear me calling you so many times?"

Song Yao got up, thought of something, and sneered, "When I have control over my body, you shut up and be a transparent person, otherwise I don't know what I will do."

Immediately afterwards, he gritted his teeth uncontrollably, and then returned to silence.

Song Yao smiled satisfied, walked to the door and opened it, and asked patiently, "What's wrong with Dad?"

"Didn't you hear so many words I just called you?" Master Song looked at Song Yao, reeking of alcohol, obviously drunk, his body wobbled, and he couldn't stand at all, so he could only lean on the wall for support.

Song Yao took a step back, a look of unnoticed disgust flashed in his eyes, "No, I was reciting words, so I didn't hear it."

"Your mother is awake and wants to see you. You can go to the hospital to accompany your mother this Saturday." Master Song hiccupped, waved his hand after speaking, turned and left, "By the way, if you can call If you go to Song Yuan, just call him Song Yuan. That unfilial son of his doesn’t even know how to visit your mother.”

Song Yao didn't speak. Looking at the background of Master Song going away, a look of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he closed the door with a "bang".

"Your father is really useless at all. The company is probably dying now, and when the company is hopeless, you will be the one who is truly pitiful." Song Yao laughed eccentrically, "Song Yuan is behind the scenes now. The boss is covering, what do you have? You have nothing."

No one answered his words.

Song Yao said to himself, "So the most important thing for you now is to kill Song Yuan and replace him."

"I just want him to be trampled under my feet. I'm not interested in killing people." Song Yao said with a frown.

The look on his face was quickly replaced by a crazy smile, "That's not okay. What's the use of just stepping on the ground, he's dead, everything he owns is yours, isn't that good? If you don't kill me, I'll kill you for you." , coward."

"What the hell are you?" Song Yao asked impatiently.

"I'm a human." The young man turned his pen, looking extremely leisurely, leaning back, and said, "It's a completely different existence from you."

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are a human being and I am also a human being. How is it different? Why do you become a completely different existence?"

"No, no, no." Song Yao wiggled his fingers and smiled mysteriously, "I am a human being, but you are a different kind of person. We are different."

His eyes were full of disdain, and there was also a kind of contempt.

*

The fever subsided the next day, and my throat improved a little. Dr. Chen came to give another injection, and the cold was completely cured by Monday.

Song Yuan drank the last sip of milk, cleaned the cup, put on his school uniform, and took the bus to school.

The weather was gloomy, with dark clouds, and it was hard to tell whether it was afternoon or morning.

When Song Yuan got off the bus, it started to rain and hail.

The hailstones on the ground bounced randomly, and Song Yuan's pace slowed down a bit.

Most of the students went to the school auditorium. When Song Yuan arrived, he saw Gu Yuhe and An Xin.

"Song Yuan, come here quickly! The seats are reserved for you." Gu Yuhe waved his hand, thinking of something, he said quickly, "You'd better come slowly, be careful of the hail."

Song Yuan quickened his pace while avoiding the watery ground.

An Xin was wearing a pink dress, tall and slender, with a bright smile on her face, "Are you all right? Have you recovered?"

"Okay." Song Yuan nodded.

"Let's go in." Gu Yuhe said, and walked inside first.

In the rain curtain, a figure came quickly and called them.

Song turned around and looked, Song Yao just walked up the steps, stopped at the door, wiped off the rain on his body, put away his umbrella, and saw three people saying hello, "Good morning."

No one paid any attention to his good morning.

"Song Yuan, the final exam is coming soon." Song Yao smiled slightly, "Who do you think will be the first between us this time?"

"Are you dreaming?" Seeing him, Gu Yuhe rolled his eyes immediately, curled his lips and said, "You didn't even come first in this monthly exam."

Song Yao just smiled and didn't care about his white eyes. He looked at Song Yuan, "Do you dare to bet? Song Yuan."

There was a malicious light in his eyes.

"Bet a hammer. Don't talk to us." Gu Yuhe said violently, "It's as if we have a good relationship."

Song Yao continued to smile, "No way."

Gu Yuhe's fists were clenched by the strange tone, and he planned to throw his fist if Song Yao dared to say that again to scare them off.

"What are you betting on?" Song Yuan looked at Song Yao expressionlessly.

The indifferent voice made the three of them a little surprised. Looking at Song Yuan, they didn't expect him to really agree.

Song Yao put away his surprise, walked past Song Yuan with a smile, and said with a smile that only two people could hear, "There's nothing to bet on, just bet on your own life."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-02-1819:17:40~2021-02-1823:58:17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: silent and decadent, helpless 1 bottle;

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