The big brother's wife is actually a rich and powerful young master

"Forbe, I'm going to school."

After breakfast, Yan Qing was ready to set off with his schoolbag on his back.

Yin Sheng put down his coffee and said to Yan Qing, "Wait for me, let's go together."

Although he had overheard that Yin Sheng would send him to school yesterday, Yan Qing still pressed his lips together nervously, looking at Yin Sheng sideways with his big round eyes.

Yin Sheng took the coat from Uncle Fu: "Why, why don't you go?"

"Well, good." Yan Qing followed Yin Sheng's footsteps.

There was no sound in the car, Yan Qing held the vocabulary book and memorized quietly, while Yin Sheng sat upright, looking straight ahead.

"Have you finished yesterday's pudding?" Yan Qing asked in a low voice.

Yin Sheng glanced at Yan Qing, and said lightly, "Mmm, it's delicious."

The atmosphere became quiet again, and no one knew what to say next to break the awkward atmosphere.

Yan Qing puffed up his cheeks and exhaled slowly.

It would be nice if Fuber was here.

He secretly encouraged himself in his heart, and closed the book "suddenly", "Then you, are you still angry?"

The lines of Yin Sheng's stern face suddenly softened: "I'm not angry with you, but the way I spoke was too strong, I apologize."

The driver flicked the tail, and the car almost collided with a passing bus.

"Sorry, sorry." The driver apologized in a panic.

"It's okay." Yan Qing stood up straight, pressing his hand on Yin Sheng's palm.

Yin Sheng grabbed Yan Qing's hand, looked at each other, and the awkward atmosphere dissipated immediately.

Yan Qing quickly withdrew his hand and raised a vigorous smile.

The car slowly stopped at the school gate, Yan Qing opened the door, turned around and said with a smile: "See you at night!"

"See you tonight."

***

The cafeteria at noon was very lively, Gong He walked through the crowds, and brought his full plate to Yan Qing.

He picked up his chopsticks to pick up his food, and then looked at Gu Yan's empty plate: "Yan Qing, what's wrong with you today?"

Yan Qing picked up the rice with the chopsticks: "I had a fight with Yin Sheng."

"Arguing?!" Gong He hurriedly moved the dinner plate to the opposite side, striding to squeeze beside Yan Qing, "What's going on?"

"I think Yin Sheng always treats me like a child." Yan Qing murmured, "But I'm already in my third year of high school..."

Gong He chewed on the big tender chicken drumstick, and said vaguely, "Don't worry, my parents often teach me this way."

Yan Qing snatched away Gong He's other drumstick angrily: "Gong He!"

"My chicken legs!" Gong He cried out, and quickly put down his chopsticks and threw them in front of Yan Qing's dinner plate.

The two quarreled for a while before Gong He ate up the big stack of food he had filled.

Yan Qing and Gong He put the dinner plate in a fixed place and slipped to the top floor of the teaching building together. Gong He bent down and took out a key from the discarded box at the stairs, and opened the door of the roof with a "click".

"How do you know it's here?"

Yan Qing walked to the railing of the roof in surprise, staring down at the scenery downstairs.

The playground at noon was silent, and the students all stayed quietly in the classroom for lunch break. The autumn wind was a bit chilly, Yan Qing wrapped up his school uniform tightly, and he and Gong He leaned on the railing of the roof to rest.

"When I quarrel with my parents, I will run here to relax."

There were some dilapidated desks and chairs pushed on the roof, Gong He actually took out two packs of potato chips from one of the desks, and stuffed a pack for Yan Qing.

"However, you quarreled with your uncle and aunt, and I quarreled with Yin Sheng. These two things have nothing in common except quarrels."

Yan Qing smiled and tore open the potato chips, the taste of lime filled his mouth.

Gong He looked at Yan Qing while eating potato chips: "Then you two quarreled because Yin Sheng treated you like a child?"

Yan Qing shook his head and said lightly, "It's not just these."

He rambled on, telling the whole story of how he felt when he first entered Yin's house, just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Although Fu Bo and Yin Sheng are very kind to him, Yan Qing occasionally thinks in a trance that he seems to be living in a dream, and what breaks this dream is the sudden gap between the rich and the poor.

"Have you read The Metamorphosis?" Yan Qing said flatly, "My current state is similar to that of a poor child who is at a loss after entering the city."

Yan Qing's inferiority complex was carefully stored somewhere in his heart, like a little white mouse trapped in a cage, which would scurry out from time to time.

But he didn't want to tell Yin Sheng about it.

Yin Sheng is a benefactor to Yan Qing, and it is extremely rare to send him back to school so that he can stay in Yin's house without worrying about food and clothing.

Yan Qing sighed and put the potato chips beside him.

When Mingming got off the car, he told Yin Sheng that he would see you at night, but now he was sitting on the roof without ambition.

Gong He almost knew something about Yan Qing and Yin Sheng. The upper-class circle was so big, and if there was a little trouble, he didn't need to ask, and the servants at home would tell him about it.

"But you are already great!" Gong He stood up, holding up the potato chips with dancing hands, "You are the number one in our grade! When you go to college and make a lot of money, you can have a relationship with Uncle Yin, no, Yin The boss is sitting on an equal footing."

"That's still many years away."

Yan Qing pursed her lips and watched Gong He's footsteps overlapping in the sun. Although Gong He was chubby, he danced very vigorously.

He stretched his neck enviously, stared at Gong He's dancing posture, and shook his head following Gong He's footsteps.

It's a pity that Gong He was physically weak, and stopped eating after dancing for 2 minutes.

"Then wait for many years." Gong He sat beside Yan Qing panting, muttering, "Why do you have to catch up now?"

Gong He raised his own potato chips, and took out another pack from the discarded drawer: "Like me, when I usually eat potato chips, I can only buy them little by little. If I buy too many at one time, I will eat too much." , it is easy to bloat, so we should concentrate on eating this meal first, so that we can continue to grow taller and build muscle!"

Gong He's "potato chip theory" made Yan Qing dumbfounded.

He put his legs together, buried his head in his knees, and Yin Sheng's face suddenly flashed in his mind.

Yan Qing is a bit greedy, he doesn't want to be a canary that Yin Sheng raises, he wants to be an eagle, an eagle that can overcome obstacles and pass through the shadows, just like Yin Sheng.

"Yan Qing, my dad said that people can't grow too fast, they will spoil the growth."

Gong He saw Yan Qing's silence, and said in a soft voice: "As long as you do the things in front of you well, you will gradually grow up."

Yan Qing looked at Gong He, his black pupils were full of smiles.

He suddenly felt that he was a bit too self-pitying, so he simply stood up: "You are right, I should do the things in front of me first and do what I can."

Yan Qing turned around, grabbed the railing of the roof with his backhand, and yelled into the empty playground: "Ah!!!"

The boy's loud voice reverberated throughout the teaching building. Seeing Yan Qing recovering his spirits, Gong He followed his example and yelled: "Ahhhhh!"

"Who's up there?!"

The childish voice woke up the security guard who was taking a nap, Yan Qing pulled Gong He to squat down, looked at each other, and said in unison: "Run!"

They fled from the rooftop in a hurry, ran quickly on the corridor, crossed the "no running and playing around" sign, walked through the long and narrow corridor, panted, and sat back in their seats.

Lin Xing tilted his head to look at Yan Qing, then turned to look at Gong He: "What are you two doing?"

Yan Qing pursed his lips and smiled, and took out the math competition guidance book from the desk: "I'm looking for a psychological counselor."

"We don't have a psychological counseling teacher in our school?" Lin Xing said in a daze. He quickly came to his senses and shook Yan Qing's arm, "Say it quickly! Is there something I can't listen to..."

***

In the evening, Yan Qing returned home, but did not see Yin Sheng.

Uncle Fu said that Yin Sheng had a meeting tonight, so he didn't come back for dinner.

But after the meal, Fu Bo replaced the usual dessert and served Yan Qing a pudding.

It's just that this pudding is really ugly. Yan Qing picked up the small plate of pudding and observed it carefully. Why is the pudding so bumpy?

He glanced at Forbe suspiciously.

Forbe coughed twice and explained with a smile: "The young master made this for you."

No wonder, Fu Bo is a certified pastry chef, how could he make such a pudding.

But if it was Yin Sheng, it would be even more incredible.

"Did he say something?" Yan Qing scooped up the pudding and put it in his mouth, and immediately couldn't help but took a big gulp from the water glass.

Did Yin Sheng throw the whole can of sugar into it?

Just as Forbe was about to speak, there was a sound of opening the door.

The man walked into the restaurant with big strides, just in time to see Yan Qing's entire face was wrinkled together, and his small face was wrinkled like a kitten.

"What's going on, did you eat something wrong?" Yin Sheng asked Uncle Fu suspiciously.

Yan Qing quietly swallowed the whole pudding into his mouth, forced to eat up this sweet and sweet thing, and then poured warm water.

Without even thinking about it, Yin Sheng took Yan Qing's spoon to scoop up the remaining water, and immediately frowned: "Fu Bo, why is the sugar water so sweet today?"

Fu Bo still took the plate steadily, and said with a smile: "This is the pudding you brought back at noon."

Yin Sheng stared at the empty plate in disbelief.

Yan Qing grabbed Yin Sheng's cuff, smiled and shook it twice: "It's delicious, really."

Yin Sheng looked at Yan Qing with a complicated expression, as if infected by his smile, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "Then I'll do it again?"

"Farewell, goodbye." Yan Qing was afraid that Yin Sheng would really do it, so he grabbed Yin Sheng's arm in his arms and shook his head vigorously.

But Yin Sheng suddenly bent down and approached Yan Qing, his eyes met, Yan Qing blinked nervously.

Yin Sheng smiled: "What happened yesterday was my fault, and I shouldn't interfere with your choice."

Yan Qing was a little surprised, and Yin Sheng showed a wry smile: "I wanted to imitate you in making 'apology pudding', but...it turned out to be bad."

Yan Qing smiled, stepped back, and widened those round black eyes: "Then will you take me to the reception next time?"

"As long as you are willing to."

Melodious classical music suddenly sounded in the hall, and Yan Qing turned his head to see that Uncle Fu was actually playing the piano.

Yin Sheng stretched out his hand to Yan Qing dumbfounded: "Uncle Fu has given us the accompaniment, why don't you give me face and celebrate your success in the math competition exam in advance?"

Yan Qing slowly put his hand on Yin Sheng's palm, and smiled slightly: "I'm so happy~"