I am a rich man

After the evening self-study get out of class, it began to rain outside, and at a glance, it was foggy.

Song Yuan walked out of the classroom and opened his umbrella.

The wind was a bit strong, and the umbrella swayed slightly when it was blowing. Song Yuan held the handle of the umbrella tightly and walked into the rain.

Behind him, Gu Yuhe and An Xin fought over who would hold the umbrella.

"You are so tall, I asked you to hold the umbrella, and the rain poured in. Can you make it shorter? Otherwise, let me hold it up."

"I'll support you, I can't even see the road with my eyes, why don't you drag me along?"

"Then don't stand up so high!"

"I'm already very short, how can you make me short? I can't even show my head."

"Who told you to squeeze an umbrella with me just now! Song Yuan asked you to go with him and you didn't go."

"It's not because it's difficult for you to hold an umbrella by yourself. If I knew it, I wouldn't come here to hold an umbrella for you."

Seeing that they were arguing more and more fiercely, Song Yuan paused and handed over the umbrella in his hand. Before he could speak, the umbrella skin in Gu Yuhe's hand was blown over by the wind immediately, and then he broke away from the umbrella bone and flew far away. place.

Gu Yuhe stood in the rain with a dazed face, looked at the handle of the umbrella in his hand, and then at An Xin with a sluggish expression. After holding back for a long time, he forced a smile, "Okay, now we don't have to hold on any longer."

Song Yuan handed the umbrella to An Xin, "You hold it."

"No need." An Xin quickly shook her head, "I'll ask the driver to come in and deliver the umbrella, you guys go first, I'll wait here."

"There is no shelter from the rain." Song Yuan looked around and said, "Let's go together."

Holding an umbrella, the three struggled out of the school gate.

The driver of An Xin's house had been waiting at the door for a long time, seeing An Xin hurried over to hold up an umbrella.

"See you tomorrow." An Xin waved her hands, and before leaving, she did not forget to make a face at Gu Yuhe, "See, my driver's umbrella is the correct posture!"

Gu Yuhe let out a soft snort with his nose, and ignored him.

Song Yuan noticed that the two of them had been arguing more and more recently, so he couldn't help but smile, "What's going on with you and An Xin recently?"

"It's okay, it's just that she seems to have advanced menopause, and she always hates me." Gu Yuhe finished speaking with some helplessness, and looked around, "Why didn't I see uncle, didn't he come to pick us up today?"

Song Yuan pointed to the tree next to him, "Here we are, over there."

In the rain, the black car parked quietly beside the tree. Judging from the rain on the car, it had been parked for a while.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the two walked over at a faster pace.

The moment he got into the car, the coldness all over his body disappeared, and Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

In the next second, something covered his head, and Song Yuan subconsciously went to get it, only to find that it was a dry towel.

"Uncle, when did you even have towels in your car?" Gu Yuhe also got a towel and asked while wiping his head.

Gu Yingchi ignored him and just wiped Song Yuan's hair.

His movements were very gentle, Song Yuan couldn't help but squinted his eyes to thank him.

A few minutes later, Gu Yingchi took away the towel, looked at Song Yuan's enjoyment like a cat, and couldn't help rubbing his head.

The freshly dried hair was messed up, the bangs covered the eyes, and the eyelids were a little itchy. Song Yuan blinked and adjusted his hair slowly. Seeing that Gu Yingchi was still wearing a suit, he guessed that he came here from the company.

"Have you been busy at work recently?"

"It's okay." Gu Yingchi smiled.

Song Yuan said: "Pay attention to rest, don't be too tired."

Gu Yuhe turned his head and snickered when he heard this sentence: "Is your usual way of chatting in this official way? I always thought that you are just like everyone else, very tired and crooked. For example, the sentence that my aunt just said can be changed to, dear Yes, you have worked hard recently, and people feel distressed when they see it."

Song Yuan got goosebumps when he learned something by pinching his throat, and he couldn't help laughing when the scene of himself saying that kind of words appeared in his mind.

I'm afraid he won't be able to become what Gu Yuhe said in this life.

"Uncle, will you act like a spoiled aunt?" Gu Yuhe asked suddenly.

Gu Yingchi looked like a smile but not a smile, "Are you curious?"

When he met his gaze, Gu Yuhe quickly shook his head, "I'm not curious, I'm not at all curious about whether you act like a spoiled aunt."

Gu Yingchi had never acted like a baby, not even when he was Yan Ciyue, Song Yuan couldn't imagine him acting like a baby at all.

The car stopped suddenly after not driving for a long time. After getting out of the car, He Cheng handed one of the umbrellas to Gu Yingchi and returned to the car.

Gu Yingchi left with an umbrella and came back not long after.

He was carrying a bag in his hand, and the moment he got into the car, Song Yuan smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, which was extremely rich and wafted around, easily arousing hunger.

Song Yuan's memory was confused for a while, and he thought of the past.

Yan Ciyue went to buy him the roasted sweet potatoes, but he didn't eat them in the end, and he didn't taste what it was like.

"Taste it." Gu Yingchi handed the other roasted sweet potato to Gu Yuhe, then tore off the skin of the sweet potato in his hand, and brought it to Song Yuan's lips, "It's very hot, be careful."

Song Yuan was not in a hurry to eat, looked down at the roasted sweet potatoes for a moment, and asked with a smile: "Why do you want to buy roasted sweet potatoes?"

"His roasted sweet potatoes are delicious, I suddenly thought of it and bought it."

Song Yuan was going to pick up the roasted sweet potatoes, but was avoided by Gu Yingchi, "I'll eat with you."

Gu Yuhe in the co-pilot's seat was screaming from the heat, Song Yuan looked at Gu Yingchi's fingers in a daze, until Gu Yingchi called him, then he reacted and took a bite.

The taste is very sweet, it melts in the mouth, Song Yuan bent his eyes, "It's delicious."

He pushed the roasted sweet potato to Gu Yingchi's lips, "Try it."

Gu Yingchi took a sip, met Song Yuan's bright eyes, smiled and said "hmm".

It tastes really good.

Gu Yuhe was still eating and shouting hot, only his growling sound was left in the car, and Song Yuan was amused by his funny appearance.

Because living alone is too boring, Gu Yingchi brought Zhaocai to him.With the existence of Lucky, the room is much more lively.

When Song Yuan was sitting at the table doing homework, Zhao Cai would play in the living room. When he was really bored, he would jump on the table, stretch out his paw and pat Song Yuan's hand, wanting him to play with him.

Every time at this time, Song Yuan would reach out and touch Zhaocai's paw, and the soft feeling made him unable to hold back the corners of his lips.

Zhaocai let out a "meow", leaned into Song Yuan's arms and acted like a baby.

Listening to the "meow" that it kept softly and coquettishly, Song Yuan's mind recalled the scene of Gu Yingchi rubbing into his arms, acting coquettishly, shook his head, scratched Zhaocai's chin with his hand, and said, "You From whom did you learn to act like a spoiled child?"

If Gu Yingchi was really acting like a baby one day, it would only make people feel weird and scary.

Zhao Cai collapsed in Song Yuan's arms, with a comfortable expression on his face.

*

Although there are continuous classes, there is no evening self-study on Saturdays and Sundays.

After class on Saturday, Song Yuan took a taxi to the city mental hospital to visit Mrs. Song.

She sat quietly by the bed, looking out the window at the chirping birds on the branches, looking distracted.

"It's like this every day." The nurse said, "If you let her go out for a while, she won't go out. She just sits by the bed all day and doesn't eat. By the way, she has been chanting a name since she came in, Song Yuan ,is that you?"

"It's me." Song Yuan nodded slightly, and pushed open the door of the ward.

Mrs. Song didn't move, she didn't seem to hear the sound of the door opening, if she didn't blink, she would be like a statue.

When she got close, she could indeed hear her chanting the word "Song Yuan" all the time, with a gentle tone, even gentle.

Song Yuan didn't believe that she only pronounced his name because she really missed him. She could more or less guess that Mrs. Song thought of him before she lost consciousness, and she would subconsciously pronounce his name after she lost consciousness.

Song Yuan sat on the chair, and before he could speak to Mrs. Song, Mrs. Song suddenly turned her head to look at him, her eyes kept moving, and the words in her mouth suddenly changed, "Who are you, who are you?"

Her hair was cut short, she looked haggard a lot, and there were many wrinkles on her originally beautiful face, making her look ten years older than before.

Song Yuan introduced himself softly, "Song Yuan."

"Song Yuan?" Mrs. Song stared at him for a long time, then giggled, "You are Song Yuan? Are you Song Yuan? Song Yuan, I have something to tell you."

Her tone sounded like a child's, and her expression was also mischievous like a child's. Song Yuan pursed his lips and said softly, "Say it."

Mrs. Song stopped talking again.

After a while, she murmured, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

She kept repeating the three words, and after she finished speaking, she suddenly got up, walked to the table and sat down, took out the notebook, and wrote something on it with a pen.

Song Yuan leaned closer and saw that she had been writing her name, followed by sorry.There are countless sorry after a name, it seems that I want to apologize to him many times when I remember it, but I am afraid that I will forget it, so I can only write it down in my notebook crazily.

At the end of writing, Mrs. Song became emotional and extremely excited.

She threw away her notebook, dropped her pen, and yelled so loudly that no one could understand her words or understand her actions.

Finally, when she started to attack people, Song Yuan exited the ward and called the nurse over.

As soon as he exited the ward, Mrs. Song became quiet, standing there looking straight at Song Yuan and smiling, "Song Yuan, Song Yuan..."

She repeated it again, with a sharp "hehe" laugh as she read it.

The nurse sighed, "I probably saw you coming this time, and I was stimulated, and I have been very quiet before."

Song Yuan closed his eyes, and when he turned to leave, he bumped into Song Yao who came to visit Mrs. Song.

He stood not far away, watching Song Yuan frowning, then walked over, and said coldly: "I've already told you, he will kill you, why don't you leave City R, why don't you run away?"

"If you can't solve the problem, just solve the person who caused the problem." The corridor was a little dark, Song Yuan didn't show much expression, and passed by Song Yao, "It's useless for me to run. Besides, I can't run."

The light from outside the window shone in, and Song Yuanqing's cold and delicate face became more white and flawless under the warm light,

Song Yao was taken aback for a moment, watching his leaving back and silently recited what he said.

If the problem cannot be solved, solve the person who caused the problem.

Thinking of something, Song Yao clenched the food box in his hand, and then walked into the ward.

As soon as he entered, he was scratched by the emotional Mrs. Song.

Song Yao hid around, "Mom, it's me, your son, Yaoyao, your favorite Yaoyao, Song Yao."

"You are not my son." Mrs. Song roared angrily, "I only have one son, Song Yuan, and you are not my son. You villain, I will beat you to death, make you bad, and let you lie to me."

Song Yao was slapped twice by the pillow, and his temper was worn out. He gritted his teeth for a while, and then grabbed the pillow patiently, and coaxed: "I'm not a bad person. I came here today to bring you food. You can hear and see more." It smells good. Mom, why don't you eat, okay? Stop messing around."

Mrs. Song stared at Song Yao vigilantly, "You are not my son, go away, stay away from me, where is my son, where is my son Song Yuan? Son, woo woo woo..."

No one expected that she would suddenly sit on the ground and start crying. The nurse tried to pull her up, but she couldn't get up at all. In the end, Song Yao joined in and pulled Mrs. Song from the ground to the bed. Finally, she was slapped by Mrs. Song.

He was a little dazed, seeing Mrs. Song who was crying sadly, her face became more and more ugly, and finally couldn't help but said: "I didn't see you talking about Song Yuan like this before you went crazy, but after you went crazy, you only remember Song Yuan. Mom, how about you?" Really cruel."

I don't know if she heard his words, Madam Song suddenly became quiet.

Song Yao asked the nurse to leave, opened the food box, and fed Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song didn't respond. She chewed the food a few times before swallowing it. Song Yao was afraid that she would choke to death, so he gave her water from time to time.

Seeing her sluggish look, she put down the bowl, feeling a little frustrated.

"I've thought a lot these days. After calming down and thinking about it, I realized that I'm really stupid and impulsive. I shouldn't risk my own future for Song Yuan. The things I did before were childish and useless, and I won't do them in the future. But I will not apologize to Song Yuan. After me, when I have the ability and opportunity, I will still trample Song Yuan under my feet, and I will be stronger than Song Yuan. Forget it now, I have other things to do now. "

Seeing that Mrs. Song was motionless, Song Yao lowered his head, and at this moment he couldn't help but say, "Mom, I'm sorry. I'm probably the reason why you're like this. I'm sorry, it's all my fault. "

Mrs. Song turned her head to look at him, she seemed to be awake at this moment, her expression was no longer dull, she even raised her hand to touch Song Yao's head, and said two words, "Don't cry."

In the next second, she slapped Song Yao on the head and laughed, "Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry."

The playful voice made Song Yao unable to cry or laugh, "Actually, I know that I did something wrong, and I knew I couldn't do it before I did it. But I can't control myself, Mom, you Why are people so complicated? They are always led away by some emotions.”

"Someone wants to harm me, and I won't let him succeed." The other Song Yao in his body always wants to use his body to hurt others, and wants to drag everyone into trouble.

Fortunately, the other Song Yao has been missing for no reason recently, and there will be no memory of his absence when he comes back, which makes Song Yao very happy.

Because he can have enough time to think about how to deal with another Song Yao.

In the first monthly exam in the second semester of high school, Song Yuan was still number one, Gu Yuhe and An Xin rushed to second and third, and Song Yao became fourth.

Song Yao was very quiet these days, he didn't do anything except study, and he never talked to Song Yuan except to ask Song Yuan a question cheekily.

In the afternoon when Song Yao entered the classroom and looked over, Song Yuan clearly felt that the soul living in his body had changed.

The real Song Yao appeared again.

"Long time no see." Song Yao stopped in front of him, grinning and showing his white teeth, and said grimly, "I don't seem to have much time to stay in this world. But don't worry, before that, I will definitely get, die, and yours."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-02-2823:56:50~2021-03-0112:58:47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 to the moon;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 1 to the month;

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