I am a rich man

Yanci Yue pulled his hand out, "Yuan Yuan, don't do this."

"It's okay, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me." Song Yuan covered the quilt with a hoarse voice, "I just want to calm down."

After finishing speaking, he tightly covered his mouth with his hands, closed his eyes, and held his breath.

The sound of a heartbeat that was magnified dozens of times was heard next to his ears, his body gradually relaxed, and he stopped trembling, accompanied by a strong sense of suffocation, Song Yuan became unconscious for a moment, and when he put down his hand, he felt a big hand gently caressing his head.

The feeling of being on the verge of death spread all over his body, Song Yuan opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

The heart started beating non-stop, Song Yuan lifted the quilt, exposed his head, looked at Yan Ciyue sitting beside the bed, and smiled with his curved eyes, "Sorry, I can't control myself."

The corners of his eyes were reddish, his expression was pale and weak, and he felt as if he would close his eyes and pass out in the next second.

"No need to apologize." Looking at his fragile appearance, Yan Ci Yue raised his hand to tidy up his somewhat messy bangs, his voice was low and magnetic, "Release if you are stressed, don't bite your hand."

"Okay," Song Yuan replied, trying to adjust his collapsed emotions in his heart.

Actually, it was nothing, he didn't care about Song Xin's words either.

He just couldn't bear to let the banquet go, and he didn't want to make the banquet more sad.

Song Yuan closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep.

The next day, the sun was raining outside the window, and Song Yuan's eyes fell on the green radishes placed by the window.

"Xu Zian brought it." Yan Ciyue said, and handed the breakfast in his hand to Song Yuan.

"Is she gone?" Song Yuan asked.

During these many days in the hospital, Xu Zian visited him many times, but most of the time Song Yuan was sleeping and rarely saw Xu Zian.

"Let's go, she said that she will come to see you tomorrow."

Song Yuan said "hmm", looked at the soy milk fritters in his hand, and tried to take a bite.

The aroma of fried dough sticks permeated the mouth, and Song Yuan thought it tasted good, so he ate it slowly.When there was only one mouthful left, he suddenly clenched the soy milk in his hand.

The feeling of nausea and vomiting made Song Yuan couldn't bear it any longer. He struggled to get out of bed, stumbled into the bathroom, vomited out all the food he ate, and rinsed his mouth again. Only then did the nausea disappear.

Song Yuan came out of the bathroom with a pale face, and smiled with difficulty, "I'm sorry, I vomited it all up, but it tastes delicious. When I get better, go eat your fill."

The dark and deep eyes of the man sitting on the chair were full of distress. He didn't say a word, he got up and helped Song Yuan sit on the bed, and then responded, "Okay. When you are well, let's go and eat the food you haven't eaten recently. Enough food."

Song Yuan nodded, flipped through the book, and didn't know when he fell asleep in the end.

When he woke up, he heard Yan Ciyue's voice, "The company has recently entrusted brother to you."

"If someone from the Qisheng Group comes to discuss cooperation, just refuse."

"Thank you bro."

Song Yuan felt powerless, and just stared at Yan Ciyue's back until Yan Ciyue realized that he was awake, hung up the phone, and walked towards him.

"Are you thirsty?"

Song Yuan shook his head, "You don't have to accompany me."

He opened his mouth, looking at the gentler eyes of Shang Yanci, the words in his mouth were blocked just like that.

"Don't think wildly." Yan Ci smiled more.

As the days went by, Song Yuan's health became worse and worse, and in the end he didn't even have the strength to speak.

He could only lie on the bed and watch Yan Ciyue, telling him not to worry about himself with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He wanted to call Yan Ciyue's name, but moved his lips for a long time, but still couldn't.

The hand was held tightly suddenly, Yan Ci said in a hoarse voice: "Yuan Yuan, don't leave me."

The man who was so powerful and full of danger and oppression on weekdays showed an unprecedented panic expression at this moment. While whispering, he held Song Yuan's hand tightly, as if like this, Song Yuan would always won't leave him.

Song Yuan tried his best to raise his other hand and touched his forehead, which was extremely hot.

Yan Ci Yue lay beside him and closed his eyes. Although that face was still indifferent, in Song Yuan's eyes, it was very fragile.

Song Yuan wanted to ring the bell, but couldn't get up. He pursed his lips, feeling that he was really useless.

Now he is no different from a vegetable.

Xu Zian walked in with a lunch box in his hand, saw Song Yuan struggling to lift the quilt, and looked at Yan Ciyue, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Yuan touched his forehead, "Fat..."

Xu Zian couldn't hear what he said, and seeing the speech, he became less conscious, so he hurried to call the doctor.

With a high fever close to [-] degrees, Yan Ci fell into a coma and was given an injection while lying on the bed next to him.

Looking at his pale face, Song Yuan stretched out his hand to touch him with great distress, but he couldn't reach it.

The distance between the two hospital beds is actually not that far, Song Yuan got up from the bed, but still couldn't reach it.

This short distance was like an insurmountable ravine, Song Yuan withdrew his hand, lay on the bed, and closed his eyes weakly.

As the New Year approached, it began to snow.

The goose feather snow soon dyed the snow outside the window white.

Song Yuan likes to watch snow when he is bored, and when he falls asleep, he wakes up and continues watching.

The communication between him and Yan Ciyue has completely disappeared, and Yan Ciyue has been talking to him all day long.

Sometimes Song Yuan stared at him for a long time, and his eyes would become strange.

He would not remember who Yan Ciyue was.

After watching it for a long time, I realized that this is Yue Ci Yue.

someone he likes.

Most of the time, he would become confused, not knowing what his name was, where he was, or who the people around him kept talking to him.

Yan Ciyue would wipe his hands with a hot towel every time.

Song Yuan's hands were very white and tender, not like the hands of a patient, but they were full of pinholes from injections.

On the eve of the junior year, Song Yuan opened his eyes, his consciousness was unprecedentedly clear, and his limp body also recovered a little strength.

He felt something, looked at the banquet over there who was wrapping red envelopes for himself, smiled more and more, sat up from the bed, did not make a sound, just watched quietly.

Until Yan Ciyue took the red envelope and turned around to put it beside him, he met his gaze.

"Yuan Yuan?" He asked softly, a little uncertain, but stopped beside him very quickly, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Yuan shook his head, pointed to the red envelope, "Is it for me?"

"En." Yan Ciyue put the red envelope in his hand, leaned over and kissed his cheek, and said softly, "Yuan Yuan, happy new year."

Song Yuan moved his chapped lips, "Happy young year."

He clenched the red envelope in his hand, stared at Yan Ciyue, his eyes fell from his eyebrows to his nose, mouth, ears...

The snow on the branches outside the window fell to the ground and scattered around.

Song Yuan said that he wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes.

Yue Yue didn't ask any more questions about the banquet, only leaving a sentence of "wait for me", and then went out.

The ward fell silent, the air conditioner was turned on and the temperature was very warm, but Song Yuan felt cold all over.

He huddled under the quilt, biting his lip to suppress the trembling of his body, until the end his lip was bitten, but he couldn't stop it.

He bit his index finger again, and what Yan Ciyue said before kept echoing in his ears.

Song Yuan paused, opened his mouth, retracted his teeth, and put his hands aside.

He promised that if the banquet is over, he will not bite his hands again, and he will not go back on his word.

It was snowing again outside, Song Yuan heard the sound of fireworks blooming, very close to him, yet far away.

The moment he closed his eyes, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes floated into his nose, but Song Yuan knew that this was his hallucination, because Yan Ciyue hadn't entered the ward yet, so he couldn't smell the aroma of sweet potatoes.

He began to think of the past scenes, and begged in his heart in a daze to let him spend this new year, so it was not a regret.

God may not have woken up yet, and could not hear his prayer.

He didn't eat the roasted sweet potatoes, and he didn't have time to say the words to let Yan Ci live better.

He stopped completely at the age of 29, and died on the eve of the New Year, six days before the new year.

*

In the dim room, Yan Ciyue flipped through the photos of Song Yuan's youth one by one, without moving for a long time.

Someone outside the door knocked on the door for him to open, Yan Ci Yue didn't seem to hear it.He just sat so straight on the edge of the bed, constantly looking at the photos on his phone.

When the battery is out, go to charge it.When it is full, keep watching.

The outside became quiet, Yan Ciyue held the phone, closed his eyes and lay down on the bed.

He didn't know how long it had passed, and he didn't know whether it was day or night, but when he woke up, he felt his piercing stubble.

His lips were extremely chapped and bleeding, but he didn't feel any pain when it should have been stinging. He just stroked his stubble, wondering if Song Yuan would laugh at him when he saw him like this.

The boy on the phone screen smiled gently and politely, Yan Ci Yue reached out to caress the boy's face, his fingertips seemed to be able to feel the soft skin.

He seemed to see Song Yuan, so he stood quietly in front of him, with a gentle smile on his lips, and called him softly, "Yue Ci Yue."

Then reach out to him.

Yanci smiled more and more, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He passed his hand over.

*

The finger was gripped as if it was about to break, Song Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling with blurred vision. It took him a long time to remember what happened yesterday, and he raised his hand and rubbed his temple.

There was a gentle murmur in his ear, Song Yuan tilted his head, Gu Yingchi was lying beside him, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face was pale, his hands were tightly holding his left hand, and he kept chanting a name .

Song Yuan leaned closer and heard him repeating his name over and over again.

Song Yuan was startled, and held Gu Yingchi's hand instead, "Gu Yingchi, I'm here, you can see me when you open your eyes. Gu Yingchi..."

The man opened his eyes suddenly, with obvious pain in his eyes.

He looked at Song Yuan for a long time before he regained his composure. He hugged Song Yuan into his arms, his breathing was rapid and heavy, and his voice was hoarse, "You're still here."

Song Yuan didn't struggle, and was quietly held in his arms, "I'm here."

"I dreamed... I remembered many things." Gu Yingchi whispered, "Yuan Yuan, I never want to leave you again."

"No, we won't be separated again." Song Yuan put his arms around him and patted his back.

The room was silent. They hugged each other, listening to each other's heartbeat and breathing, and it took a long time before they got up from the bed.

Gu Yingchi pursed his lips, the feeling in the dream was too strong, and he couldn't separate it from it until now.

"Gu Yingchi." Song Yuan got up, put on his coat, and sat beside him, "Did you remember what happened before?"

"Yeah," Gu Yingchi said softly, "I remember everything."

"Those things are all in the past, don't think about it over and over again." Song Yuan wiped off the sweat on his forehead, and said softly: "Let's go eat."

Gu Yingchi didn't move, but grabbed Song Yuan's hand the moment he got up, pulled him beside her, and stared at him for a long time, all the sense of unreality in his heart dissipated.

He smiled: "OK."

Song Yuan cooked the dumplings made yesterday, Gu Yuhe stayed in bed and couldn't remember it, Gu Yingchi knocked on the door twice and told him to get up quickly.

When he knocked on the door for the third time without saying a word, Gu Yuhe felt something, jumped up from the bed, dressed in a panic, washed up quickly and left the door.

"Good morning, Uncle! I actually got up early! I just didn't hear Uncle knocking on the door! Wow, it smells so good! Did Auntie make breakfast! Auntie, you are so kind! I love you Auntie! I love you too, Uncle! He chattered a lot, and finally sat at the table with his back straight, waiting for Gu Yingchi to sit down and eat.

Seeing his tense appearance, Song Yuan couldn't help but put the dumpling in front of him, "Eat it."

"Thank you, Auntie!" Gu Yuhe didn't dare to move. He didn't dare to move his chopsticks until Gu Yingchi sat next to Song Yuan and picked up the chopsticks to eat dumplings.

Zhaocai almost fell asleep this year. Song Yuan fed it cat food after dinner and played with it for a while.

Gu Yingchi sat on the sofa the whole time, watching the scene with a smile on his face.

Gu Yuhe had never seen Gu Yingchi like that before, so he secretly took many photos and sent them to his parents.

Gu Manxiu: "You're done. If you dare to secretly take pictures of your uncle, I'll tell Yingchi right now."

Gu Yuhe: "??? Don't you, Dad, do you cheat your son like this?"

He watched himself complain about Gu Yingchi's sentence "Men in love are just different" and wished he could withdraw it.

But time has passed and cannot be undone.

Gu Yuhe sent a lot of messages to brush up, begging Gu Manxiu not to tell Gu Yingchi.

Gu Manxiu: "I'm not kidding you, what's your plan after the college entrance examination? How about studying here?"

Gu Yuhe: "I've already decided to enroll in K University, and I don't want to study abroad."

Gu Manxiu: "You have troubled your uncle for too long. Your mother and I thought that you have graduated from high school, so you can come here to study. After all, we are also here and can take care of you."

Gu Yuhe: "I live in a university, so I won't trouble my uncle, and my uncle doesn't think I'm troublesome, so I won't study abroad."

Afraid that he would continue to talk about this topic with himself, Gu Yuhe hastily quit the chat software.

*

Song Yuan lived in the Gu family's villa until the Lantern Festival was over before returning to his rental house.

K high school starts at the end of February, and the second half of the third semester of high school does not have a holiday on Saturdays, and has been in continuous classes.

The countdown to the college entrance examination is written in the lower right corner of the blackboard.

On the contrary, the fourth floor of the entire teaching building is the quietest after class. Most of the students have been sitting in the classroom to study except for eating and going to the toilet.

Song Yuan finished explaining the wrong questions to Gu Yuhe, and just returned to his seat, Song Yao put the test paper on his desk, "I also have a few questions that I don't understand, please explain to me."

His tone was awkward, his eyes were evasive, and he didn't wait for Song Yuan to respond after he finished speaking, so he laughed, "If you don't want to, forget it."

"Which question?" Song Yuan said quietly.

Unexpectedly, he was really willing to explain the questions to himself. Song Yao didn't care about other things at the moment. He pulled the chair next to him and sat down, pointing to the questions on the test paper, "Old Wu said it, and I understand it, but when I do it again Still can’t figure out why this step is the way it is.”

Song Yuan patiently explained a lot to him, and Song Yao finally understood when he heard it, picked up the test paper, and left a very stiff "thank you" when he left.

When it was evening self-study, Song Yao brought another test paper and sat in front of Song Yuan, "I don't know how to do these few questions, please explain to me."

There was pleading in his eyes.

Song Yuan took his test paper aside, "Stop pretending."

Song Yao was taken aback, and smiled strangely, "What are you pretending, why don't you teach me in the morning and not in the evening?"

"Song Yao was the one who taught this morning, not you." Without raising his head, Song Yuan distributed the few topics he wrote to the people around him, "You guys try to do it first, and I will explain it to you after I finish it .”

"Thank you Song Yuan, you are so kind." The surrounding students got excited and tried to do it when they got the problem.

"What do you mean it's not me? I'm Song Yao." Song Yao frowned, "You don't need to use this reason if you don't want to teach me."

Song Yuan ignored him and continued with the question.

Song Yao stood up, put his hands on the table suddenly, bent down, and stared at Song Yuan with gloomy eyes, "How did you tell the difference? Obviously, no one else can tell the difference."

It's really not him in the morning, so he won't come to Song Yuan to solve the problem, and only Song Yao, who just wants to get into a good university and doesn't care about other things, will do it.

"Both your eyes and your tone of voice are different." Song Yuan looked at him, and said without any ups and downs: "Can you get out of the way?"

This indifferent appearance made Song Yao grind his teeth slightly, and before he could speak, he was knocked away by someone who came to ask for an explanation after finishing Song Yuan's topic.

"Song Yuan, I found that after you explained it to me, I really understood some questions."

"Look at mine, what did I do wrong? I think I did a good job this time."

"My mother cried when she knew I had improved so much, Song Yuan, are you free? My mother would like to invite you to my house for a meal."

"My mother also wants to invite you to thank you."

"Song Yuan, will you delay yourself by teaching us like this?"

"No." Song Yuan smiled and shook his head, "I won't go to your house for dinner anymore, you guys work hard! If you really want to thank me, get admitted to the university you want to go to."

"With you and Old Wu working so hard to teach us, it will definitely be possible!"

After everyone else had finished writing his questions, Song Yuan took the answers he had written and began to explain them.

The people around listened very carefully, and some people really didn't understand, and when Song Yuan finished speaking, they asked questions one by one.

Lao Wu has asked for leave for most of his classes these days, either by inviting other teachers to attend or reviewing on his own.

Most people would ask Song Yuan some questions during the self-study class.

"I heard that Old Wu went to Jiang Xiaoan's house. He hasn't come to school for a few days. I heard that he will drop out."

"Exit at this juncture? No way?"

"Yes, his father drank and gambled and gambled all the family's money. Jiang Xiaoan felt that he had no hope in this life, so he gave up on himself."

"His dad is his dad, he shouldn't think so."

"Old Wu didn't want to give up on him, so he has been looking for him for the past two days."

The discussion became louder and louder, until Old Wu brought Jiang Xiaoan into the classroom, and everyone fell silent.

After a while, there was excitement everywhere.

"Old Wu, what happened to your face?"

"Did you get beaten? Your face is swollen like this?"

"Jiang Xiaoan, did you beat Old Wu? Do you have a conscience? Old Wu is worried that you will find you and come back, so you still beat Old Wu!"

Old Wu was still smiling, but his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and there was a bump on his forehead. It looked funny and sad.

Jiang Xiaoan didn't speak, but lowered his head, as if acquiescing.

Old Wu signaled everyone to be quiet, "Student Jiang didn't hit me, but on the way, I accidentally fell, and when I got up, I didn't see the road clearly, so I bumped my head against a tree."

The other students didn't believe it, and asked all kinds of random questions.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoan clenched his fists, Song Yuan couldn't control what he wanted to say several times, but was stopped by Old Wu.

Jiang Xiaoan's father was a well-known alcoholic in the school. He gambled all day and had a bad temper. He always felt that Jiang Xiaoan wasted money by studying.

The wound on Old Wu's face was probably caused by Jiang Xiaoan's father, so when his classmates said it was Jiang Xiaoan, he did not deny it.

"Song Yuan, thank you for teaching the students so patiently." Old Wu asked Jiang Xiaoan to return to his seat, stood on the podium, looked at Song Yuan and said with a smile.

Song Yuan shook his head, "It should."

Old Wu looked at everyone, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, don't disappoint classmate Song Yuan. In the remaining time, you must work hard and get admitted to your favorite university."

This was a serious moment that he rarely had, and the people sitting below also became serious. The moment he finished speaking, the word "good" resounded through the sky in unison.

……

The news of the bankruptcy of the Song family quickly spread throughout the campus.

Most of the students looked at Song Yao differently, and even began to run away from time to time. Most of them were from Class A. They had been irritated by him for a long time, but they endured it. Now they have found an opportunity to target him crazily.

There were also a small number of people who comforted Song Yuan and told him not to feel pressured.

It was Song Yao's turn, before he could say any words of comfort, he was interrupted by a sneer from Song Yao.

Even though the Song family went bankrupt, Song Yao's temperament did not change, but became even more arrogant. For a while, people posted posts on the forum, mocking Song Yao. He was proud of being supported by the Song family and his achievements, but now he has nothing and nothing. What qualifications are proud.

As time passed day by day, Song Yao looked at Song Yuan more and more strangely, and finally even others could feel it.

"Is he really insane." Gu Yuhe washed his hands and muttered, "I've been observing him for the past few days, and he looks at you as if he wants to kill you."

Song Yuan didn't speak.

He didn't know if Song Yao was insane, but it was true that he wanted to kill himself.

For the time being, he still doesn't know how to deal with Song Yao who really came to this world through books.

The moment the two of them turned around after washing their hands, Song Yao stood behind them, looking at them with a smile on his face.

Gu Yuhe screamed, and saw Song Yao close the bathroom door.

The surroundings fell into darkness, and there was no one else in the bathroom except them. Gu Yuhe felt something was wrong, picked up the mop next to him, pointed the head of the mop at Song Yao, and warned: "Stay away from us, or believe it or not, I will mop you." Hit your head in the air, fly to the pyramids of Egypt and dance me a ballet on the spot."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-02-2623:56:57~2021-02-2723:51:10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 cast the mine: 18073655, Bei Cheng, you see there are a lot of them in this assignment, Hundred Days Salted Fish, hideko1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: begin, 5 bottles of the Tropic of Cancer;

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