I am a rich man

The smell of dumplings wafted in the room. Song Yuan sat at the table and ate slowly.

Because it is a villa area, the surrounding is very quiet, there is no sound.

The bowl was washed by Gu Yuhe. When Song Yuan took out the ingredients from the refrigerator to prepare the afternoon meal, he heard the sound of fireworks blooming in the distance.

The phone vibrated, Song Yuan opened it, and found that Gu Yingchi had pulled him into a group.

Gu Yingchi looked at him and said with a smile, "Brother just created it."

As soon as Song Yuan entered, Gu Manxiu offered a red envelope.

Gu Yuhe was the fastest to snatch it, but he was the least lucky. He snatched 200 cents from the four red envelopes of [-] yuan, and the others were only a few yuan.

Song Yuan became the king of luck, and each red envelope was more than 80 yuan.

Song Yuan also sent a few red envelopes after thanking him.

Gu Yuhe still had the worst luck, and in the end he didn't bother to grab it. He waited until they had finished grabbing it, and then he went to grab the last one, defeating the curse of bad luck.

As the sky gradually darkened, Song Yuan and Gu Yingchi brought out the last dishes and soup on the table.

Looking at the dishes on the table, Gu Yuhe excitedly took out a bottle of red wine, but was stopped by Gu Yingchi when he opened the bottle, "Drink milk."

"It's Chinese New Year, and we're grown up, we can drink, uncle." Gu Yuhe held the wine and didn't let go, then looked at Song Yuan asking for help, "Auntie, do you drink?"

Song Yuan hesitated slightly, shook his head, "I won't."

He has hardly touched alcohol, but he has drank a lot of alcoholic beverages, and he has no reaction after drinking, so he should not be drunk.

In addition, Gu Yuhe yelled and begged for a long time, Song Yuan glanced at the red wine in his arms, and passed the glass over, "Taste a little."

Gu Yuhe glanced at Gu Yingchi, seeing that he didn't respond, he poured a glass of red wine for Song Yuan, and poured it for himself and Gu Yingchi.

"Happy New Year!"

The wine glasses collided together, making a crisp sound, and at the same time, dazzling fireworks lit up in the night sky outside the window.

Song Yuan tasted the lipstick wine, the taste was a bit strange, but acceptable.

A glass of red wine was quickly downed, and Song Yuan couldn't help but turn his head to look at the sound of fireworks blooming outside, feeling that the fireworks outside the window were a little blurry.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, it became even more blurred. Not only that, even the sound of fireworks was much blurred.

Song Yuan looked at Gu Yingchi and struggled to stand up, "I seem to..."

He walked to the sofa with vain steps, before he could finish his words, he fell directly on the sofa.

At the critical moment, Gu Yingchi came over to catch him and put him on the sofa smoothly.

The fair and delicate face was covered by the hair, Gu Yingchi brushed his hair away, looked at that face, couldn't help pinching his nose, and laughed dumbly.

There was also a "boom" behind him, and Gu Yuhe also fell down, holding the completely empty wine bottle, lying on the table without moving.

After packing up, Gu Yingchi helped Gu Yuhe aside. Just as he was about to leave, Gu Yuhe suddenly opened his eyes like a corpse, and muttered, "Fireworks, I want to play with fireworks sticks."

He got up and took the fireworks sticks beside him, and walked quickly to the door, when he suddenly thought of something, he went back and pushed Song Yuan who was asleep on the sofa, "Song Yuan, don't sleep, wake up, let's set off the fireworks."

Gu Yingchi stopped him, "Gu Yuhe, go and play by yourself."

Gu Yuhe was drunk, his face was flushed, and he became more courageous. He shook his head, "Let my aunt come with me, how boring I am alone."

He touched Song Yuan, woke Song Yuan up and stuffed the fireworks stick into Song Yuan's hand.

His vision was extremely blurred, his brain felt a little pain, and his cheeks were extremely hot. Song Yuan sat up from the sofa, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, mixed with a little dazedness.

Hearing Gu Yuhe's words, he looked at the firework stick in his hand, answered vaguely, and went out with Gu Yuhe to set off fireworks.

Both of them couldn't walk steadily, and they staggered out of the gate. Gu Yuhe deliberately turned his head and made a face at Gu Yingchi, "Auntie is playing with me, you can't stop it."

The tone is full of showing off.

Gu Yingchi stared at him with a half-smile.

Even though he was drunk, the fear of Gu Yingchi still existed in his bones. Looking at his unpredictable expression, Gu Yuhe immediately turned his head away from him.

"I don't know how to play this?" Song Yuan pointed to the firework stick, thought of something, came back and grabbed Gu Yingchi, and pulled it outside, "Together."

He felt dizzy and couldn't speak well.

"My uncle doesn't play." Gu Yuhe still remembered this even though he was dizzy. "He has to go upstairs to read books during Chinese New Year. He's so boring! Let's play and have fun!"

Gu Yingchi supported Song Yuan, took the firework stick in his hand, lit it and put it back in Song Yuan's hand.

Beautiful sparks bloomed all around, Song Yuan looked down at the firework stick in his hand, the corners of his lips were raised, and his eyes were bright.

Gu Yingchi raised his hand and touched his head, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"A little bit." Song Yuan kept his eyes on the fireworks stick.

He hasn't set off this little fireworks stick for a long time.

"Going to bed?" Gu Ying asked late.

"Go." Song Yuan nodded, watched the firework sticks light up, lit another one himself, and smiled happily, "Go after this is set off."

At this time, he looked like a child, laughing wantonly because of the fireworks lit in his hand.

Under the sky full of stars, the young boy's cheeks were slightly red, he was shaking the firework stick in his hand, and the smile on his lips made people seem to be drunk with him.

Song Yuan stuffed the lighted firework stick into Gu Yingchi's hand, took his hand and asked him to go with him,

The man with a cold face lost all his alienation and indifference at this moment, shaking the fireworks in his hand along with Song Yuan.

Huo Huo drew a firework circle, Song Yuan closed his eyes, and fell asleep in Gu Yingchi's arms.

The fireworks in his hand were completely burned out at this moment.

Gu Yingchi took down the extinguished firework stick, and walked upstairs with Song Yuan in his arms.

Song Yuan lay in his arms, grabbed his clothes tightly, and said in a daze, "It's a bit hot."

For some unknown reason, his voice became soft, passing through his heart like a feather.

Gu Yingchi looked down at the person in his arms and smiled, hugged him onto the bed in the bedroom, wiped his face and hands with a hot towel, took off his outer clothes, and covered him with the quilt.

Song Yuan struggled to sit up from the bed, "I'm going to take a shower, I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

In the room, only the light by the bedside was dimly lit, illuminating the young man's fair face, which made people unable to look away.

Gu Yingchi pressed his shoulders, and said softly, "You are not awake now, you can take a shower after you sleep."

"No." Song Yuan got up and walked to the bathroom, but his vision was blurred, and he went awry after walking a few times, and he was about to fall down. Gu Yingchi stepped forward to help him go to the bathroom, and put hot water on it. .

"Change and wash here, call me if you need anything."

Song Yuan responded.

After confirming that he could be alone, Gu Yingchi turned around and left the bathroom.

There was no sound in the room except the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and in the end even the sound of water disappeared.Gu Yingchi waited for half an hour before and after, but when he heard there was no sound inside, he got up and knocked on the door, "Yuan Yuan."

He didn't get a reply, he frowned, pushed open the bathroom door, and saw Song Yuan in pajamas, with wet hair, his head was leaning against the bathroom wall, eyes closed, just standing there and fell asleep.

The reason why he had just taken a bath, his skin was smooth and tender, white with red in it.

The air was filled with the scent of shower gel. Gu Yingchi quickly stepped forward, supported Song Yuan, squeezed the toothpaste and handed him the toothbrush, "Yuan Yuan, go to bed after brushing your teeth."

Song Yuan took it, closed his eyes and brushed his teeth, only his eyelashes were trembling slightly, it was unclear whether he was awake or asleep.

He was blushing in an indescribably docile and docile manner, Gu Yingchi leaned over and bit him on the cheek.

Song Yuan paused while washing his face, turned his head to look at Gu Yingchi, his eyes were full of bewilderment, then continued to wash his face, and after cleaning his face, he wanted to go back to the room, but Gu Yingchi stopped him.

"Dry your hair before going to bed."

Song Yuan didn't move, but pointed his hair at Gu Yingchi.

Gu Yingchi couldn't help laughing, turned on the hair dryer, and ran his fingers through the soft hair.After drying his hair thoroughly, he put down the hairdryer, straightened his slightly messy hair and retracted his hand.

Song Yuan walked into the room and fell directly on the bed.

Just as Gu Yingchi leaned over to cover him with the quilt, Song Yuan suddenly got up and bit Gu Yingchi's face.

He aimed at the cheek and bit it, but his vision was blurred, and he bit it on his lip.

It didn't hurt, it could even be counted as a kiss, which made Gu Yingchi laugh hoarsely for a long time, resisting the urge to pull him to kiss enough, and covered the quilt.

When Gu Yingchi arrived at the door, Gu Yuhe was still setting off the fireworks. He was much more awake. When he saw Gu Yingchi, he quickly asked, "Where's Auntie?"

"Falling asleep." Gu Yingchi looked at him and rubbed his temples, "Gu Yuhe, this is the only time."

"What?" Gu Yuhe was confused, suddenly thought of something, patted his head, and said distressedly: "Uncle, don't worry, I will never drink again in the future. Drinking is too uncomfortable, even if I can't control drinking in the future, I won't bring my aunt to drink with me either!"

After finally setting off the last firework stick, Gu Yuhe quickly cleaned up the trash and went straight back to his room.

Gu Yingchi knocked on his door and handed him the red envelope prepared early in the morning, "Come on New Year's Eve."

The red envelope was full of money, Gu Yuhe almost thought he was dreaming, the moment he received the red envelope, he pinched his thigh hard, the pain caused him to groan immediately, and said ecstatically: " It's not a dream, uncle, you actually gave me a red envelope."

Gu Yingchi didn't say anything, went back to the room, put another prepared red envelope on the table, sat by the bed and looked at Song Yuan quietly.

The boy's skin was fair, glowing under the soft light, his neck was slender, and his thin shoulders were slightly exposed.

Gu Yingchi lifted the quilt up, his gaze became softer.

Song Yuan woke up once in the middle, opened his eyes to look at Gu Yingchi, smiled, and said vaguely: "Good night."

"Good night." Gu Yingchi kissed his forehead, got up and walked into the bathroom.

*

Gu Yingchi's consciousness is very clear, he is holding Song Yuan and lying on the bed to sleep, but there are many scenes in front of him.

Some things that have never happened to him flashed one after another, making him feel familiar and strange.

When the miniature version of Song Yuan, the young Song Yuan, and the young Song Yuan appeared in front of him, Gu Yingchi remembered everything.

The smell of disinfectant in the ward was extremely unpleasant, and the man in the wheelchair coughed lowly, unwilling to enter the ward, "I want to go out, can I?"

The man turned around and saw that his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and the sickness revealed between his brows was like a piece of fragile white paper, which collapsed with a slight fold.

"Okay." He replied, and pushed the wheelchair outside.

The sun was shining brightly, but he couldn't feel any warmth, all he could see was the extremely thin and skinny man in the wheelchair.

The man closed his eyes, quietly feeling the sunshine, and then said with a smile, "Go, don't stay in the hospital all day, I'm bored and boring alone is enough."

"Yuan Yuan." He didn't leave, but squatted in front of the man, touched his head with a smile, "It's not boring, it's not boring, I have you with me."

The man shook his head, "You have your own things to do, don't delay yourself for me."

He held the man's hand, gradually tightening his strength, "Don't delay."

As if he could feel his persistence, Song Yuan stopped talking, and kept looking up at the sun in the sky with his head slightly up, his neck was slender and fragile.

Many patients passed by, and the atmosphere was heavy. Like him, some people in wheelchairs sat there quietly, motionless, as if they did not belong to this world.

The sun was extremely dazzling, but Song Yuan stared absentmindedly for a long time. When he looked back, his eyes were sour and his vision was a little blurred.

He pushed the wheelchair and turned the direction, his voice was almost inaudible, "Go back."

Yan Ciyue supported the wheelchair and pushed him back into the ward.

Song Yuan stood up from the wheelchair and sat on the hospital bed. It was just a few simple movements, but his face became paler and almost transparent after he finished.

Yan Ci Yue poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him, Song Yuan took it, remembered something, didn't drink it, frowned slightly, turned the water glass with his fingers, and said with downcast eyes: "Do you want to drink medicine?"

He didn't want to drink the medicine, the taste of the medicine was too bitter, and he drank more medicine.

Every time that taste crosses his throat, it makes him want to vomit.

Yan Ci Yue raised his hand and rubbed his head, "If you don't want to drink, we can drink it later."

Song Yuan raised his eyes and smiled, "We all have to drink the same thing, it's better to drink early than late."

He opened the medicines next to him, drank them one by one, and then completely drank the glass of water in his hand.

The bitter taste in his mouth still didn't dissipate, Song Yuan pursed his lips and drank another whole glass of water to feel better.

Not long after drinking it, he became sleepy. Lying on the hospital bed, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, until he was awakened by a loud noise.

"Song Yuan, are you okay?" The face that was already a little unfamiliar to him was enlarged in front of him, Song Yuan's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't respond.

"Are you sleepy, don't you remember me? Mom, Song Yuan seems to be getting sicker, and he doesn't recognize me anymore." The man took a step back worriedly, and said to the people behind him.

The ward was a little dark, Song Yuan looked around, and Yan Ciyue was not there, he breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and pressed the button next to him.

"It took us so long to find you in this ward, Song Yuan, why didn't you tell us when you were sick?" The woman stood by the bed, her eyes were not so gentle, she still used a questioning tone.

"I'm talking to you, can't you hear me?"

"Don't yell, he's sick now, he's not in good health, and he's saying that his personality is like this, and you don't know." The man stepped forward to hold the woman's hand, and looked at the man on the hospital bed, " Song Yuan, your mother and I have been worried about you for a long time knowing that you were sick and hospitalized, and we only found out that you are in this ward after asking a lot in the hospital. Parents are late, don't mind."

"Song Yuan won't mind." Song Xin smiled slightly and answered for Song Yuan, "Is that right?"

The nurse had already rushed over. Seeing so many people in the ward, she was instantly annoyed, "The patient needs to rest and be quiet. Don't disturb the patient in the ward. Please leave immediately."

"We are the family members of the patient, why can't we stay in the ward?" Song Xin asked softly.

The nurse didn't listen to them at all, and directly dragged the person into the corridor, and left after warning coldly.

After they left the ward, Song Yuan opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, leaned on the pillow, and read a book.

Not long after, there was a noise outside the ward. Song Yuan turned a page of the book and didn't pay attention.

Half a minute later, the door of the ward was pushed open, and Yan Ci walked in with two bags in his hands.

He opened the bag, put the books inside on the shelf, took out the porridge, handed it to Song Yuan, and said with a smile: "The porridge here is delicious, try it."

Neither of the two took the initiative to mention the Song family.

Song Yuan took the porridge and tasted it. It tasted good, but he couldn't eat much, and he lost his appetite after a few mouthfuls.

The porridge in his hand didn't go down much at all, thinking that Yan Ciyue bought it specially for him, Song Yuan wanted to eat a few more bites, but Yan Ciyue took it away, "Yuan Yuan, if you can't eat it, don't eat it .”

Song Yuan pursed his lips, nodded slightly, and whispered "Sorry".

"Don't say sorry to me." Yan Ci Yue rubbed his hair.

The two of them sat in the ward and read books all afternoon. At night, the Song family came to make trouble again, and were stopped by the people invited by Yan Ciyue to guard the door.

"Why don't you let us in? The patient inside is our son, so there's no reason not to let the parents go in to see the son."

"Master Song is resting, please don't disturb him."

"We're going in for a visit. What do you mean by interruption? Will you talk? Song Yuan, we're here to see you, let these people go away." Mrs. Song's voice was extremely piercing in the quiet corridor, and the bodyguards who stopped them were a little nervous. Displeased, "No loud noises are allowed in the hospital, please be quiet."

"Are you still blaming me for being loud? If you don't stop me, I will make a lot of noise? Get out of the way, I want to go in!" Mrs. Song pulled the bodyguard and wanted to pull the bodyguard away, but she didn't have much strength and couldn't pull it away at all.

Master Song has been helping his forehead helplessly, and finally pulled Mrs. Song, "Forget it, I'm sure Song Yuan didn't see us and called us. If that's the case, then let's not go in and disturb him. Let's go, let's go back."

"We are his parents, why doesn't he want to see me?" Mrs. Song is a bomb that may explode at any time, and she was even annoyed when she heard Master Song's words, patting the ward, "Song Yuan, let us go in, We have something to tell you."

"Let them in." A cold and deep voice came from the ward, causing Mrs. Song to calm down all her irritability in an instant. She glanced at Master Song, but hesitated, "The banquet is inside again."

"There are people guarding outside, he must be here, you are not talking nonsense." Master Song said helplessly.

Mrs. Song sneered and gritted her teeth: "So what if he's there."

The door of the ward was opened by the bodyguards, and Mrs. Song walked in arrogantly, followed by Master Song and Song Xin.

The ward was extremely quiet, save for the sound of pages being turned.

The man with a cold face was sitting on the chair beside the hospital bed. Even if he didn't look at the Song family, the Song family felt a strong and dangerous sense of oppression, making them tense up.

Song Yuan didn't take his eyes off the book in his hand, but asked, "What can you do for me?"

"What do you mean, do we have to have something to do when we come to you? We just want to meet you and talk to you." Master Song said immediately.

Song Yuan said lightly: "There is nothing to talk about between us, if there is nothing else, please leave."

"Listen to the tone of your voice now, does it sound like you're talking to your parents?" Mrs. Song couldn't help but ask.

"I remember that we had no relationship as early as three years ago." Hearing this, Song Yuan closed the book and looked up at the three of them with a smile on his lips, "Why do you suddenly say that you are my parents now?"

"We are telling the truth." Mrs. Song said indifferently: "Three years ago, you made your own decision to leave the Song family."

Master Song teased her, looked at Song Yuan hesitantly and said, "Actually, it's no big deal to come here today, but Song Yuan, you are not in good health now, and the company will definitely not be able to operate. Look at your cooperation project with FG Company, can you Give it to Dad? FG said that as long as you give up cooperation, they will agree to cooperate with Dad's company. Dad desperately needs to cooperate with FG, Song Yuan..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yuan interrupted him, "FG and I have already signed a contract, and we will not give up our cooperation."

"So what if you signed the contract? You can't manage the company well in your current state. It's a waste to cooperate with FG. Why don't you give the opportunity to your dad?" Mrs. Song sneered.

The sound of the book being placed on the table sounded. Mrs. Song had just finished speaking when her heart skipped a beat when she heard the small movement. When she turned her head, she saw Yan Ciyue staring at him expressionlessly, with an impatient glare in his eyes.

"FG won't cooperate with you." Yan Ci Yue said coldly, and called the bodyguards to come in, "I've finished what I need to say, are you going to go by yourself or should I invite you?"

The tall and burly bodyguards looked scary, Madam Song couldn't say a word, and she didn't dare to ask why Yan Ciyue was so determined that FG would not cooperate with them, so she dragged Master Song to understand.

Song Xin was still standing in the ward. From the moment he entered, he had been sizing up Song Yuan.

"Song Yuan, the illness you have, can't be cured?" A slightly innocent sentence instantly made the atmosphere in the ward extremely oppressive.

"Get out." Yan Ci said in a cold voice without looking at Song Xin.

The bodyguards immediately grabbed Song Xin out of the ward and threw him out of the hospital like trash.

Song Yuan got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash up, then returned to the bed and lay down, covered the quilt and closed his eyes. Not long after, he turned over and turned his back to Yan Ciyue without saying a word.

The ward was so quiet that the movement of him turning over was magnified several times.

"Yuan Yuan." Yan Ciyue stood by the bed and called softly.

Didn't get any response.

The person on the bed seemed to be asleep. Not long after, the quilt covering his body began to tremble slightly.

The more Yan Ci walked up to him and knelt down, he saw the pale man with his eyes closed, biting his index finger firmly, trying to control the trembling of his body, but the more he endured it, the more violent his body trembled.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-02-2523:58:13~2021-02-2623:56:57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 grenade: Bei Cheng 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Beicheng 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 40 bottles of Fei; 2 bottles of Fengyun; 1 bottle of La La La and K;

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