Don't Pretend to be Poor with Me

Song Yan, as if he didn't understand, raised his head and stared blankly at Xia Zhiye for a long time, then lowered his head, buried his head in Xia Zhiye's neck, and said in a low voice, "Liar."

Xia Zhiye inserted his fingers shallowly into the tip of his hair, and scratched it twice in a comforting way: "I didn't lie to you."

"Then why don't they like me?"

"Because fools like fools."

A little silence, like thinking.

Then Song Yan raised his head and said with a serious face, "So you are a fool."

The logic fits perfectly.

Xia Zhiye: "..."

This little thing is just as annoying drunk or not.

Not only annoying, but also clingy.

No matter how Xia Zhiye coaxed him, he kept holding Xia Zhiye's hand, as if he was afraid that the only person he liked would run away.

In the end, it was Grandma Liu who brought the porridge, and she reluctantly let go of her hand.

It's very good to drink porridge. Xia Zhiye gave a spoonful, and he would drink a spoonful. If it was hot, he would blink his eyes lightly and didn't speak, but he swallowed slowly.

Xia Zhiye sensed something was wrong, took a sip of the temperature, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you say it's hot?"

Song Yan lowered his eyelashes: "I will be scolded."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Will you be scolded?

Song Yan's drunken performance is obviously a return to the subconscious of childhood, and he will be scolded. Could it be that someone fed him when he was a child, and Song Yan would be scolded if he lost his temper.

Just looking at Song Yan's current appearance, it's not difficult to imagine how beautiful he was when he was a small group.

What kind of life did Song Yan live when he was a child?

Xia Zhiye really wanted to ask.

He also knows Song Yan's current state, and he can ask anything.

However, Song Yan is a person with strong self-esteem and self-territorial awareness. If he didn't really want to say it, but he took the liberty to ask, it would seem too disrespectful.

So he didn't say anything after all. After feeding Song Yan and drinking the porridge, he coaxed him to brush his teeth, took a shower, waited outside the bathroom for him to finish blowing his hair, and sent him back to the bed. got caught.

Turning around, Song Yan put her docile hair on her face, wrapped in a quilt, and raised her head: "Sleep together."

It's hard to imagine it's the same guy as the pretty cool guy who kicks him out of bed every now and then.

Xia Zhiye's tone became softer: "I'll come back and sleep together after I take a shower."

"No." Song Yan was very stubborn, "We need to sleep together now."

"I'm not going, I'm going to take a shower."

Xia Zhiye explained patiently.

Song Yan was extremely stubborn: "I don't want to stay in the room alone at night."

"It's not dark if the lights are on."

"No."

Song Yan tightly clutched the corner of Xia Zhiye's clothes, and pursed the corners of his lips slightly, not so much acting like a baby, but as if he was afraid that Xia Zhiye would leave him alone.

It's a sign of extreme insecurity.

Xia Zhiye sighed: "Okay."

Then he lifted the quilt and got into bed.

When he turned off the wall lamp by the bed, Song Yan, who always hated being touched by others, took the initiative to come over, put his arms around Xia Zhiye's arm, buried his head in his neck, and rubbed gently.

This kind of dependent behavior similar to that of a small animal made Xia Zhiye's heart soften into a puddle of water in an instant.

Who said that Song hates the young master's temper, he is obviously a pitiful little one.

Just about to hug him and coax him, Song Yan moved his head away in the next second, and then threw out a disgusted sentence: "It stinks."

Xia Zhiye's hands froze in the air: "..."

I don't know who forbade me to take a shower.

Heartless little thing.

·

Only fools like fools, some people live too smart, so they don't deserve to like you.

When Song Yan woke up, he vaguely remembered this sentence, but when he thought about it deeply, he couldn't remember anything.

He was so dizzy that he turned over and wanted to continue sleeping, but kicked a hard thigh.

Then he froze there, motionless.

Xia Zhiye half propped himself up, propped his head, looked at him, the corners of his lips slightly curved: "Still pretending to be asleep?"

Song Yan raised his eyelids, with an unfriendly expression on his face: "Why am I at your house?"

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you insist on sleeping with me last night?"

Song Yan: "?"

"If you can't remember, I can help you recall."

"..."

Song Yan was a little bit hard on his drinking capacity: "No need."

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone, checked the time, and got up and got out of bed.

Xia Zhiye asked: "Don't sleep for a while?"

Song Yan put on his clothes: "Well, it's too late to catch the plane."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Feeling Xia Zhiye's subtle silence, Song Yan remembered that this excuse seemed to have been used before, and added: "This time I am not going to Madagascar, but returning to Beijing."

Xia Zhiye remembered the phone call Song Yan answered yesterday: "Go back to Beijing for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Song Yan: "Yes."

Seeing that Song Yan didn't want to say more, Xia Zhiye didn't ask too much.

After Song Yan came out of the wash, he saw Xia Zhiye leaning against the door, holding a lunch box in his hand: "Grandma made the sweet-scented osmanthus mooncakes, take it with you and have a taste."

Song Yan took it and stuffed it into the schoolbag: "Thank you grandma for me."

After speaking, he hurriedly walked outside the door.

Xia Zhiye grabbed his wrist.

Just as Song Yan wanted to ask him what he was doing again, an umbrella was stuffed into his hand: "It's raining outside, so be careful on the road. If you don't have a good time in Beijing, come back early. I'm always at home and I'm not going anywhere. go."

The voice was as loose as ever, but there seemed to be something more.

Song Yan didn't hear it, and felt a little baffled.

He grew up in Beijing from a young age, and he is familiar with family and friends. Xia Zhiye has nothing to worry about his affairs in Beijing.

But he still responded casually: "Okay."

·

The plane was a bit late, and when we arrived in Beijing, it was completely dark.

It was Song's driver who came to pick him up: "Mr. and Madam have already taken the young master to Tan's house. I'll take you there."

Song Yan was not interested: "No, just go home."

The driver said: "Sir, I must take you there."

Song Yan didn't know why they had called him, an outsider, over to Tan's family for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

But the driver also used Song Minghai's money to do things for Song Minghai, and he didn't have to go if he didn't want to, but they couldn't do business.

So in the end, the car drove slowly towards the academician's dormitory on a certain university campus.

The old Mr. and Mrs. Qin's family were intellectuals in the early years. Later, the old Mrs. became an academician, and the old Mr. resigned to start a business. His career was prosperous and his reputation was good.

It happened that the only daughter under her knee fell in love with a self-made upstart in the business world who was seven years older than herself. The two hit it off and got engaged.

You borrow my name, and I borrow your interest, which is considered a beautiful relationship.

If the date of their engagement hadn't been three months after Song Yan's mother died, and Tan Qing had been two months pregnant at that time, even Song Yan felt that there was nothing to blame about this marriage.

But to be honest, whether Song Yan hates Tan Qing or not, he can't even say that he hates it.

It may be because after Tan Qing got married, he realized that not all couples would throw plates and bowls and then slap their sons when eating, and not all mothers would go hysterical and go crazy with knives to take their sons with them.

There will also be a parent-teacher meeting for him, buying clothes for him on time and order, asking him if he has a cold, not to mention how much truth there is in the middle, at least not worrying that he may die or die at any time when he is alone with the mistress of the house. hurt.

So he was always polite and polite to Tan Qing, but he simply hated Song Minghai.

When we arrived at Qin's house, the dinner party had already begun.

As soon as Song Lele saw him, she rushed over and hugged him: "Brother, I miss you so much."

As soon as Song Yan raised his hand to touch his head, Mrs. Qin greeted him: "Lele, come here quickly, don't disturb brother, grandma will peel the shrimp for you."

He tried his best to do it naturally, but he couldn't hide the nervousness on his expression, as if Song Yan was going to eat Song Lele in the next second.

Song Lele has just turned ten years old, a child who doesn't know fart, how can he understand adults' things, when he heard his grandma call him, he ran over happily.

Song Yan's half-raised hand fell to nothing, without saying anything, he naturally lowered it and sat down.

Song Minghai didn't look up at him, and asked, "When do you plan to come back?"

Song Yan: "After the college entrance examination."

"Are you going to finish high school in that crappy place?"

"Didn't you send me there?"

"I let you go to let you reflect on your mistakes."

"Sorry, I haven't discovered my mistake yet."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit cold, and no one dared to speak.

When he was young, Song Minghai finally raised his head, and looked at Song Yan with a scrutinizing look: "Isn't it a mistake to push a classmate off the balcony on the third floor because you are jealous?"

Song Yan lowered her eyelids, showing no emotion: "I've said it many times, but I haven't."

"So Shang Wei jumped off by himself?"

"I have answered many times, yes, do you believe it?"

Song Yan raised his eyes and met Song Minghai's gaze.

A brief silence.

Song Minghai sneered: "Sure enough, it's just like your mother."

Sure enough, just like your mother.

Gloomy and withdrawn, sensitive and jealous, full of lies, psychologically distorted.

Song Minghai once said these words to him verbatim.

Song Yan's knuckles holding the chopsticks were turning blue and white.

But after glancing at Tan Qing's nervous expression, and then at Song Lele's frightened and innocent eyes, he finally chose to calmly put down his chopsticks and pick up his schoolbag: "Use it slowly, I'm full."

After speaking, he got up and walked to the entrance.

Song Minghai said coldly behind him: "If you dare to go out, I will stop your card."

Song Yan didn't even think about it, just took out the black card, put it on the cabinet at the entrance, unscrewed the handle, and walked straight into the lonely night of Wanjia Reunion.

·

When Shen Jiayan came to pick up Song Yan, he saw a full moon hanging in the sky, thousands of lights were lit in the world, and there was only Song Yan standing alone by the roadside on the ground.

The street lamps are dim and old, cutting out a light beam in a fairly warm tone at night.

Song Yan, however, stood outside the light beam, wearing only a very thin coat, and Ye Feng rolled up the hem of the coat, showing the unique slim and thin silhouette of a teenager.

In the autumn night in the north, there seems to be a kind of loneliness that is out of place.

He sighed, walked over, and asked, "Are you arguing with your dad again?"

"En." Song Yan raised his eyes, "Thank you."

In a simple sentence, Shen Jiayan understood: "Thank you for nothing. My mother was very happy when she heard that you were coming, and she is just waiting for you to help me with my homework. I also steamed a lot of Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs. You can eat more later .”

When Song Yan was born, the two families lived opposite each other.

Every time Song Yan was homeless, she was picked up by Shen Jiayan. Later, the two went to junior high school and high school together, and it became common for them to stay at Shen Jiayan's house.

The Shen family's parents saw that Song Yan was good-looking and had good grades, and heard about his family's situation. In addition, Song Yan had saved Shen Jiayan once in junior high school, so they always welcomed Song Yan's arrival.

After pulling Song Yan to eat a few hairy crabs and drinking a cup of brown sugar ginger tea, he let him and Shen Jiayan go back to the room.

"It's a good thing you're here, otherwise my mother would have forced me to write a whole set of comprehensive papers before letting me go to sleep." Shen Jiayan collapsed on the bed, weak, "But Xiaoyan, when did you turn back?"

"After the college entrance examination."

"What?!" Shen Jiayan was struck by a thunderbolt as if hearing the bad news.

Song Yan explained: "Come back and look at Song Minghai."

"But if you are not here, no one will copy my homework, no one will give me a lecture, and no one will play games with me. My life is really lonely. Woooooo, my dear Yan, come back early, lost Before you, I didn’t realize that you are so important to my life, but as long as you can come back to me again, I will definitely cherish you.”

Shen Jiayan crawled to the side of the bed and hugged Song Yan's thigh, with snot and tears: "So can you help me finish this math paper first."

Song Yan: "..."

This touching friendship.

"Really, please, Yan'er, it's not that I don't want to do it, it's really that this set of papers is too difficult, I can't do it. And my mother said that she won't give me pocket money this month if I can't finish it on National Day. So just do your best and save the child." Shen Jiayan hugged Song Yan's thigh, howling miserably.

Song pulled his leg out in disgust: "Okay, bring it."

Shen Jiayan jumped up on the spot and gave Song Yan an extremely warm and intense hug: "Thank you dad, I love you dad, what would you like to eat tomorrow? Is dad thirsty? Is dad hungry? Does dad need any special service? Dad, what do you want?" Is it okay to call me like that?"

Song Yan looked calm: "If you call again, I will tell your mother that I am your father."

"..." Shen Jiayan let go of his hand, "Excuse me."

·

Shen Jiayan's desk is a huge long corner table. Song Yan is doing math papers on this end, and Shen Jiayan has already opened the game on the other end.

While playing, he chatted with Song Yan: "I remember that tomorrow seems to be your mother's death day, do you need me to ask my mother to help you prepare something?"

Song Yan: "No, I'll just buy a bouquet of flowers myself."

Shen Jiayan: "Do you need me to accompany you?"

Song Yan: "Did you wake up in the morning?"

Shen Jiayan: "..."

A tacit silence.

"So stop talking nonsense, do whatever you want, and don't even think about comforting me." Song Yan casually finished a math problem that Shen Jiayan hadn't figured out all day, with a flat tone.

Shen Jiayan heard that he didn't really want to continue talking about this, so he changed the subject: "Okay, let's not talk about this, how about your life in Nanwu?"

When Shen Jiayan asked this sentence, Song Yan's pen tip froze slightly on the paper.

He didn't seem to have thought about how he was doing in Nanwu.

The climate in this city is humid, it always rains, and there is little sunshine. Clothes are hard to dry in the sun. The food tastes heavy and spicy.

The school environment and teaching conditions are also very average. There are no nannies and aunts, and there is no special car to pick up and drop off. Many things are not as convenient as in Beijing.

But when thinking of this city, there is a kind of relaxed pleasure.

Probably because the city doesn't have those painful pasts, or those endlessly debated and misunderstood Cold Wars, just some stupid things that keep happening.

But those stupid things, when I think about it carefully, apart from being extremely embarrassing, there seems to be nothing to be happy about.

Before leaving, Xia Zhiye's sentence "If you don't have a good time in Beijing, come back early" is also very inexplicable.

Do you want to go back to Nanwu early?

He has lived in Beijing for 16 years, and he has lived in Nanwu for just over a month. It is reasonable to say that he has left his hometown, but why does he have a strange sense of belonging when he is in Beijing and thinks of Nanwu at this moment.

How could he have such a sense of belonging.

Song Yan pinched the pen, his thoughts drifted a little far away.

And Shen Jiayan didn't wait for his answer for a long time, thinking that something happened, he turned around from the game: "What's the matter? Did you have a bad time in Nanwu? Or did that idiot named Xia Zhiye bully you?"

As soon as the voice fell, Song Yan's phone screen lit up.

[Wild]: Song Daxi, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, I love you, I love you~

Song Yan replied: [Less disgusting]

While casually answering Shen Jiayan: "No, he is pretty stupid, but he didn't bully me."

"Xiao Yan." Shen Jiayan called him suddenly.

Song Yan sent a WeChat message without raising his head: "What's wrong?"

"What's your expression like?"

"What expression?"

"you laughed."

"?"

Song Yan raised her head, and saw Shen Jiayan's expression of "female college students don't want to stay": "You laughed, you actually smiled when you were sending WeChat with others, it was a very natural, sour, and sweet smile, You said, did you fall in love with someone else behind my back!"

"..."

Song was tired of it, turned the phone, and the screen was facing Shen Jiayan: "Male, height 187, weight 144, one punch can kill two of your men, see clearly?"

Shen Jiayan took the phone suspiciously, clicked on Moments, swiped a few times, and found that it was really a man.

Most of my friends are related to basketball and rock music. In addition, there are a few photos of him just after playing. His shoulders are broad and his legs are long.

He is also a man who is more than the average man.

After a slightly awkward silence, Shen Jiayan said, "Then what, this dude is quite handsome."

"I don't know if he's handsome or not, but he's quite annoying anyway." Song Yan got up and went to the small refrigerator in the corner of the room, and took out a Coke.

Shen Jiayan still felt something was wrong.

Song Yan was clearly smiling just now, and it was that kind of, how should I put it, that kind of...he couldn't tell what it was, but it must be the kind of smile with legs.

Is it because he hates the other party so much that he sneered?

Shen Jiayan held Song Yan's mobile phone in one hand, and gnawed on his nails in the other, and fell into deep thought, until an earth-shattering "Aced" suddenly startled him.

Looking back, the Jinx he was playing had died tragically under the guns of the female policewoman in Piltover because of hanging up on the spot, and several teams were wiped out in a wave of team battles.

Quickly press and hold the mic button of the companion software: "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I called me just now, so I accidentally hung up the phone for a while, I'm sorry, I will definitely call it well next time."

It is clear that when it is said, it is a clear and bright boyish voice, but when the sound is played again, it becomes a sweet and babbling loli voice.

Song Yan, who just opened a can of Coke, turned around: "?"

Shen Jiayan said as if nothing had happened: "Oh, it's nothing, I just made a bet with those idiots in the Internet cafe last time, saying that I will definitely be able to win the extraordinary master this season, otherwise I will buy them drinks for a semester. But you know my level, If you’re not here, I’m sure I won’t be able to go, so I found a few good and cheap companions to play with.”

Song Yan was indifferent: "This is why you are a pervert."

"? No, how can this be called a pervert?" Shen Jiayan tried to defend, "You don't understand, it's all forced by life. Now these male high school students who play with them like little rich women with sweet voices. As long as your voice It's sweet enough, sweet enough, enough to be coquettish, and they won't get angry no matter how hard they play, isn't it just to save me from being scolded."

"It's really promising." Song Yan sneered, "Then why don't you just find a power leveling agent."

"It's not because of my ability to find a booster. I, Shen Jiayan, a man of seven feet, would I do such a thing that violates the spirit of e-sports? It doesn't exist."

"..."

"So why don't you stay in Beijing for a few more days, and if you take me with you, I don't need to find a company to play with." Shen Jiayan turned his head, and looked at Song Yan with puppy eyes, full of sincere expectation.

Song Yan felt that it would be troublesome for him to call someone out to pick him up on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he said casually, "Okay, then I will go back in a few days."

"That's great! Dad, I love you! I'm going to get rid of my companion!" Shen Jiayan jumped up from the gaming chair happily.

But Song Yan stretched out his hand and held it down suddenly: "Wait."

Shen Jiayan looked confused: "What's wrong."

"nothing."

It was like seeing a familiar ID.

Song Yan put down the Coke, pushed Shen Jiayan's head away, picked up the mouse, and clicked on the game avatar on the companion software.

Data display page:

[Account ID]: Sexy and beautiful male high school student online pick up and play with

[Location]: Xiacheng District, Nanwu City

[Good at games]: LOL, Dota2, PUBG, Glory of Kings

The difference between the account ID and Xia Zhiye's is only two characters.

The location is verbatim.

And Song Yan remembers that [Lao Niang Meiqiuye] asked Xia Zhiye to play with him at the beginning, it was LOL, but because there was no computer in the dormitory, and it was inconvenient to go to the Internet cafe, so he asked Xia Zhiye to accompany him to play King of Glory.

But now that it's a holiday, Xia Zhiye has a computer at hand, so it's normal to take orders to play LOL again.

So this ID is another account of Xia Zhiye?

After all, although this ID is not very special, it does not appear in crowds.

But it was agreed not to lie to the little girl's money, not to connect with the wheat, not to chat privately, and not to listen to acting like a baby?Now what's the matter?

Song Yan thought about taking the phone back from Shen Jiayan's hand, and was about to send Xia Zhiye a WeChat message, but as soon as the phone turned back, he saw a photo at the top of Xia Zhiye's circle of friends.

The background is the floor-to-ceiling windows of a western restaurant. Outside the window is the bustling night scene in the center of Nanwu City. In front of the window is a very beautiful young woman.

Comparing V with one hand, taking a selfie with the other, the latest Cartier diamond bracelet on the wrist is shining.

In the corner behind her, Xia Zhiye was cutting a steak with her head down.

Song Yan is a little face blind, so he can't quite tell the girls' faces in the photos, but if he remembers correctly, this bracelet is exactly the same as the one on [Lao Niang Mei Qi Ye]'s profile picture.

And the location below the circle of friends is impressively written: Nanwu City, Hilton Hotel

Song Yan's voice became cold: "You don't quit playing with me."

Shen Jiayan: "?"

"After sweeping the tomb tomorrow, I'll go straight back to Nanwu."

"What's the matter, what's the matter going back?"

"Ah."

"what's up?"

Song Yan tapped someone's profile on the screen twice with his fingertips, his eyes were indifferent and cold, and then spit out two words like a sentence: "Law enforcement."

"...?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but at that moment Shen Jiayan seemed to smell something similar to "catch rape" from the word "law enforcement".