Don't Pretend to be Poor with Me

It was obviously a sentence that should be beaten by Song Yan, but at that moment Song Yan didn't know why, and suddenly felt guilty for no reason, and didn't want Xia Zhiye to continue to say the following words.

Although he couldn't tell where this guilty conscience came from, but his subconscious instinct surpassed his clear emotional cognition, he always felt that Xia Zhiye shouldn't say what he said, and he shouldn't listen to it.

Fortunately, the sightseeing car just arrived at the medical room, and he pushed Xia Zhiye's hand away: "You are the fucking idiot."

Then, one by one with long legs, he quickly escaped from the sightseeing car.

As a result, the speed was too fast and the movements were too violent. As soon as he touched the ground, his waist was so painful that he almost staggered and fell down. Fortunately, he was held firmly by a pair of familiar palms.

"Are you still running?"

Xia Zhiye's tone seemed a little angry, but also a little funny.

Song Yan said with a straight face, "Relax."

"You continue to be stubborn." Xia Zhiye did not give in to Song Yan's lust this time, and immediately lifted Song Yan and put him on the bed in the medical room, "Doctor, his waist seems to be strained, please help me look at it." look."

Song Yancai once again realized that if he simply competed in physical strength, he should really be unable to beat Xia Zhiye, so he simply lay down on the bed, buried his head in the pillow, pretended he couldn't hear or see anything, and went to escape the attack. Come down for every conversation possible.

It was the first time for Xia Zhiye to see someone who was dragged up to the sky every day showing such an ostrich posture, standing by the bed, watching his waist throbbing with pain from the doctor's pressure, lightly rubbing his back groove Tooth, I really want to pick someone up on the spot and give them a lesson.

Fortunately, the situation was not serious, and the doctor quickly made a professional judgment: "It's just the slightest strain. I'll apply an ice pack to you later, and you'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Xia Zhiye was still worried: "But he looks quite hurt."

"Who is to blame?" The doctor asked directly, "Even a minor strain requires rest, and it's fine if it's not dealt with properly. He even went rock climbing. Doesn't he hurt you?"

Saying that, he cast a huge white eye, then turned and went out to get an ice pack.

Xia Zhiye finally felt relieved, looked at Song Yan's pointed ears after his head was buried in the pillow, squatted down, approached Song Yan's ears, and laughed softly: "I really hurt."

Song Yan's ears twitched.

Xia Zhiye: "My heart aches."

Song Yan: "..."

After three seconds of frozen silence, Song Yan sat up, gritted his teeth, picked up the pillow and threw it at Xia Zhiye's face: "Can you fucking stop being so stupid!"

"Is it earthy? I have more earthy ones, if you want to hear..."

"Shut up! Hiss—"

Before Song Yan finished the beating, he gasped again.

Just when the doctor came in with an ice pack, he saw that the patient was still trying to commit a crime in the medical room, and immediately fell down: "You try to beat him again? If you beat him again, you may be lying in bed for the rest of your life!"

"Then I'll be the only one serving you at that time." Xia Zhiye propped his chin, raised his head, and smiled shamelessly.

Song Yan sat on the bed, clutching the pillow, wishing to suffocate him to death, but since there was a third party, he could only lie back on the bed with gritted teeth.

The doctor helped him apply the ice pack, and then signaled Xia Zhiye to come over and help hold it down: "Just apply it for 20 to 30 minutes. Apply it again at night when you get home, and apply it again during the day tomorrow."

"no problem."

Xia Zhiye looked reliable, so the doctor left in peace.

As soon as he closed the door, Song Yan flew up and kicked Xia Zhiye: "Get out of my way!"

Then Xia Zhiye easily grabbed the ankle and pushed it back: "If you move again, I will sit on your lap."

"..." Song Yannao made up the scene, "Xia Zhiye, are you sick?"

"Are you talking about who is sick?" Xia Zhiye asked confidently, "Who knows that he has a strain and insists on rock climbing and is carried here to apply ice in the cold weather? Are you sick or not?" I'm sick?"

Song Yan knew he was wrong, so he chose to lie down in silence.

A hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses, he waits until he is ready, and it won't be too late for him to beat Xia Zhiye to death.

"So can you tell me why you insist on climbing up?" Xia Zhiye didn't think that Song Yan was such an impulsive and irrational person, there must be some special reason that caused him to do such a thing, so asked in a low voice.

Song Yan lay on the bed, lowered his eyelids to hide the emotions in his eyes, and replied indifferently: "It's nothing, I just don't want to lose to that Ultraman."

"Is it for Little Mahjong?"

Xia Zhiye didn't believe Song Yan's nonsense at all, so he asked directly.

Song Yan quickly denied it: "No."

Xia Zhiye nodded: "Then I will tell Little Mahjong later that her annoying brother was seriously injured in order to fulfill her wish, which made her feel guilty and sad for the rest of her life."

"?" Song Yan turned to look at Xia Zhiye, "Do you not understand human speech?"

Xia Zhiye turned the ice pack over: "Then you have to speak human words first."

"..."

Song Yan could see that Xia Zhiye was serious about today's matter, and he would definitely not be able to fool him if he fooled himself, and he didn't want Xia Zhiye to bring up other things again.

So he lay back again, "It's not for Little Mahjong, it's for myself."

The voice was half muffled by the pillow, and it sounded muffled and distant: "This is my first time in an amusement park."

Xia Zhiye paused slightly for the hand holding the ice pack.

"My mother was always sick when I was young, and my father didn't care about me, so I never went to an amusement park. Every time I saw other children going to the amusement park with my parents, I was very envious, so I made a lot of noise. Ask them to take me there."

"My dad seemed to be in a good mood that day, and he agreed to take me and my mom there on the weekend, so my mom was also in a good mood."

"I still remember that the sky in Beijing was very blue that day, my mother dressed up very beautifully, and even changed me into a small dress, we waited for my dad at home, but we waited, waited, and finally waited until he was on TV with other women Attend the event."

"That was the last time I saw my mum, and I never went to an amusement park after that."

"It's not about rejection or feeling shadowed. It's just that when I was a child, I wanted something that I couldn't get. When I grow up, I don't want it anymore."

"So I don't want to be an adult like my dad, and I don't want to disappoint other kids, it's as simple as that."

The understatement of the words, like a bystander calmly telling other people's stories, does not care, and is extremely meaningless, but when it is put into action, there is a certain kind of stubbornness and awkwardness that no one can understand.

Xia Zhiye's fingers holding the ice pack were a little stiff from the cold.

Song Yan heard that he was silent for a long time, turned around and saw that he was drooping his eyelids as if in a daze, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Xia Zhiye raised his eyes: "It's nothing, just thinking that the fireworks show is about to start, do you want to watch it?"

"?"

Before Song Yan could realize what the words meant, Xia Zhiye put down the ice pack, adjusted Song Yan's clothes, then half hugged and half coaxed him up, and walked out holding hands.

Song Yan just let him manipulate the whole process in a daze, and didn't realize what was going on.

In his imagination, after he finished speaking, Xia Zhiye would either say some words of comfort and compassion, or call him a fool.What's the point of being so unresponsive as if he didn't hear his own words?

By the time he realized it, he had already been led by Xia Zhiye on the Fairy Tale Street where the lights were warm and bright after nightfall.

There were people coming and going around, and the pain in the waist was not so great after the cold compress, but Xia Zhiye's right hand was scorching hot, and the couple's bracelets between the two wrist bones were also obviously eye-catching.

Song Yan shook his hand, trying to break free, but Xia Zhiye's fingers tightened even more.

Two big boys wearing the same type of shield iron sweaters are holding hands and walking in the amusement park, how eye-catching they look,

Noticing that the girls around were covering their mouths and giggling without malice, Song Yan felt a little hot in his ears, gritted his teeth, and said viciously: "Xia Zhiye, what do you want?"

"Take you to the fireworks show."

Xia Zhiye answered naturally.

Song Yan said angrily, "When did I say I wanted to watch the fireworks show?"

"Didn't you say you never saw it when you were a child?"

"I've seen the Japanese fireworks display."

"Who did you watch it with?"

"The teacher at the summer camp."

"Then it's different this time."

"Why is it different?"

Xia Zhiye stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and said with a smile, "Because I watched it at the amusement park with me this time."

At the end of Fairy Tale Street is the river bank, and opposite the river bank is the castle where the fireworks show is performed.

The river breeze blew gently, lifting the hair on the forehead, the light from Fairy Tale Street fell into the light brown eyes, and gently raised the ends of the eyes, like a vixen trying to deceive a good scholar, deliberately making a gentle and attractive appearance.

Song Yan: "..."

fuck.

His heart is really not good.

In order to prevent himself from really having a heart attack, Song Yan's will to survive made Song Yan shake off Xia Zhiye's hand, but accidentally bumped into a little one in the crowded crowd.

With a thud, the little boy sat on the ground with a buttock, tears were about to flow down, Song Yan hurriedly knelt down and wanted to coax him.

But a pair of arms with the cuffs of the business shirt folded before him gently and forcefully hugged the little one: "Baby don't cry, daddy hugs."

The woman next to her wearing a skirt and a men's suit jacket also hurriedly handed over a bunch of marshmallows: "Baby don't cry, mom will feed you sweets, okay?"

The little one's tears instantly turned into snot bubbles, and he grinned and said, "Okay!"

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I was careless."

The man who only wore a shirt and suit pants said with a low smile, "It's okay, children are not that delicate, so don't worry about it."

After speaking, he hugged his son in one hand and his wife in the other, and leaned in a safer direction.

He is obviously a very mature and steady business man, but he wears a sparkling Mickey ear headband on his head, obviously to make a pair with his wife's Minnie ears and the baby's Donald Duck hat, and his wife holds it high Holding marshmallows, smiling and feeding them to the big and small around them.

Just looking at it, you can tell that it is a happy family of three.

This is the warmth that Song Yan has never experienced in his life and will never experience again.

For example, he has never been able to cry since he was a child.

Because when I cried when I was a child, my mother would go crazy.

If he cries when he grows up, Song Minghai will call him trash.

So he'd better not watch this kind of scene, anyway, he's already past the childish age when he most wants these companionship and pampering, it's no big deal if he doesn't have it.

Song Yan looked away, and stretched out his hand to put the sweater hat on his head, his eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the shadows, only his thin and cold jaw and slightly tight lip line were exposed.

Seeing it, Xia Zhiye let out a breath in his heart, rubbed his hat, and said in a low voice, "Stand here and don't move..."

Before finishing speaking, Song Yan interrupted: "If you dare to buy oranges, you will die."

"..."

It's really not cooperative at all.

Xia Zhiye chuckled, "Don't worry, I won't buy oranges, you wait here for me, don't run around."

After speaking, he walked through the densely packed crowd and squeezed outside.

Song Yan felt baffled, turned around, leaned on the railing, and looked at the fairy tale castle opposite.

When I was a child, I always imagined that the amusement park was the most mysterious place in the world. As long as I went to the amusement park, it was like entering a fairy tale world, and everyone laughed happily.

But in fact it seems to be the case, the crowd around is noisy and crowded, some are a happy family of three, some are loving couples, no matter how bad it is, the boys and girls who are gags are laughing and cursing lively.

Only he, as always, looks superfluous in the crowd.

So why on earth did I agree to Xia Zhiye to come to the amusement park, and why did I have to be brought by him to watch some kind of fireworks show inexplicably.

Song Yan felt irritable and turned around to leave.

The little one who was just knocked down by him didn't know when he was next to him again, wearing a little Donald Duck hat, holding cotton candy, looking up his little head, blinking his eyes: "Brother, don't you have parents? What's wrong?" Will you be alone?"

Even though he knew that in this kind of two- and three-year-old boy, the interpersonal relationship might be limited to parents, mothers, grandparents, and the meaning of asking this question was not to scold others, but Song Yan still felt a little hit at that moment.

He looked down at the little one, not knowing how to answer this question, when he felt someone hugging his shoulders from behind, and then he heard a lazily voice from his ear: "My brother has a big brother, he is not alone. .”

At that moment, Song Yan didn't know why, but felt that Xia Zhiye's words were not answering Little One, but addressing him.

He turned his head, and sure enough, he met Xia Zhiye's smiling eyes, his heart beat suddenly, and he hurriedly avoided his eyes: "What nonsense are you talking about in front of the child."

"What nonsense did I say?"

Xia Zhiye put his arm around Song Yan's shoulders, and turned his head to look at him, "Why, brother Yan is shy."

Song Yan wanted to directly scold "Fuck you", but there was a little girl next to him, so he could only resist the urge to curse, and slapped him open: "Don't bother me!"

"Put this on and I won't bother you."

"?"

Song Yanwei raised his head, looked under the brim of his hat, and then saw a huge ball of cotton candy and a Mickey glowing headband swaying gently in front of him.

"...Go away! I won't wear it! Xia Zhiye, I beat someone... Ugh."

Song Yan was in the middle of cursing, when suddenly a light pink cotton candy was stuffed into his mouth.

Strawberry-flavored soft candy slices on the tip of the tongue, soaking the taste buds. It was a little sweet and greasy, but it just dispelled the bitterness of pan-acid.

While he was in a daze, Xia Zhiye put Mickey's headband on his head through the sweater hat.

Song Yan reacted, and was so angry that he wanted to kick Xia Zhiye to death, but the moment he looked up, he saw the big Minnie headband on Xia Zhiye's head. It was inexplicably cute against the big boy of 1.8 meters seven.

And this very cute big boy was still looking at him with a smile: "That's right, our brother Yan is indeed naturally beautiful, and looks good in everything he wears."

So Song Yan's inexplicable tone stuck there, he couldn't go up and down, he could only say in a cold voice: "Why are you so crazy?"

"It's nothing, I just think that other children have it, and our Song Yan kid should have it too." Xia Zhiye looked down at him, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, and he smiled loosely and indulgently.

At that moment, the inexplicable guilt and panic flooded Song Yan's heart again. He didn't want to face up to this emotion, and he didn't want to hear Xia Zhiye's next words.

He tore off the hair band on his head, and stuffed it into Xia Zhiye's hand with a cold face: "I said before, when I was a child, I don't want things that I don't want when I grow up, don't you understand?"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and squeezed into the crowd, trying to leave this lively place that was incompatible with him.

But the wrist was grabbed by the familiar warm palm: "Is that marshmallow sweet?"

Song Yan paused for a thoughtless question.

However, he didn't answer, which was already the most obvious answer.

"So you see, what you wanted when you were young may not be what you don't want when you grow up."

"Xia Zhiye, what do you mean?"

Song Yan asked very coldly.

Xia Zhiye replied patiently and gently: "I mean, don't not want it because you wanted it when you were young, and say you don't want it because you are afraid of not getting it when you grow up."

Like sugar.

Like toys.

Like love and companionship.

"Song Yan, what do you want, what do you like, there is no shame at all, there is no need to escape."

"I didn't escape."

"Then you turn around."

"..."

Song Yan was so disturbed that he wanted to disappear from here immediately, and he didn't know what he would face when he turned around.

But he knew that if he didn't look back, he would never be able to prove to Xia Zhiye and himself that he simply didn't want it, not escaped.

So he turned around and looked at Xia Zhiye with a calm and indifferent expression: "Xia Zhiye, what do I want, what do I like, what does it have to do with you, why are you..."

"because I like you."

Song Yan asked halfway through the question, but was suddenly interrupted. He froze for a moment, and looked at Xia Zhiye with blank and unbelievable eyes.

And Xia Zhiye just looked down at him, speaking firmly and gently every word, as if he didn't intend to leave any room for him to escape.

"Song Yan, I like you, the kind of liking that wants to give you everything you want, so I care about whether you are happy, whether you are happy, whether you are healthy or not, whether you are sad or not. I care about you What do you want, what do you like."

"Song Yan, these are all because I like you, the kind of liking I like very much, so do you understand now?"

The clock struck exactly eighth.

The fireworks exploded in the most brilliant and decisive manner in the night sky, and then scattered in all directions, everyone applauded and cheered.

Only the teenager in the crowd heard that sentence of liking that he couldn't escape in the end at that moment.

Xia Zhiye was right, it wasn't that he didn't want it, he just wanted to escape.

But the person who likes him is far braver than him.