Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui finished his notes and walked out of the police station to calm down. He saw He Shanting standing at the gate of the police station. His iron-gray windbreaker outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His straight nose cast a small shadow on his pale complexion.

He closed his eyes and walked over.

Under the cover of his eyes, he couldn't see anything, and the surroundings became complete darkness, only the lively voices of the city.

step,

two steps,

Three steps...

In the end, he fell into a warm embrace firmly, no different from three years ago. He hugged each other with the band-aided hand, and heard a man's voice from above his head.

"Is your hand hurt?"

The boy raised his head in his arms and explained earnestly: "I didn't control the force when I hit Chen Ming's head with the wine bottle."

He Shanting raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is he so annoying to you?"

He didn't like Chen Ming very much. After all, there were many people he didn't like, but there was only one person he liked.

Song Zui sniffed and hummed, he never let go of his hand on the man, like a domesticated fox cub who would not let him go, trying to warm He Shanting who was locked in the basement.

But Assistant Fang was very anxious when he learned about Song Zui's kidnapping, and Chen Ming, an old man, jumped the wall in a hurry.

He accompanied Song Zui's attorney to the police station to understand the case, and couldn't help but thank the people's police who handled the case: "Thank you for saving Song Zui."

Unexpectedly, the police sighed and sighed: "We just arrested someone. Song Zui not only bravely subdued the two gangsters, but also stopped Chen Ming from escaping. It's just that the attack was too heavy."

Assistant Fang was shocked when he heard the words. Before he went to the hospital and saw Chen Ming, he couldn't believe that the well-behaved Song Zui could beat someone.

Assistant Fang didn't see the injuries of Chen Ming's subordinates, but judging from the injuries on Chen Ming's head, the remaining two were not minor wounds. It was hard to tell whether they were in prison or undergoing craniotomy.

For a while, Song Zui's cute image in his heart was in jeopardy. He could call him a soft persimmon, and he could just call him the champion of boxing.

Song Zui didn't know what Assistant Fang was thinking. He returned home and carefully collected water and medicine for He Shanting. He hoped that his illness would not be as serious as Chen Ming said.

He Shanting didn't take the medicine and held his chin in disgust.

"so bitter."

Song Zui took out candy from his pocket and handed it over, but He Shanting not only didn't answer, but sat on the sofa coquettishly: "Kiss me."

The boy immediately kissed him.

The speed was so fast that He Shanting was startled for a while.

Normally Song Zui would definitely turn around and leave, but today he didn't know why he was so obedient, he couldn't help pressing Song Zui into his arms and kissing him, and he only let go when the boy was out of breath.

Song Zui was exhausted and supervised He Shanting to take the medicine. When the other party was watching TV, he went to the room to take a shower, and when he opened the closet to get clothes, he caught a glimpse of the suitcase in the corner.

He pursed his moist lips, and found a bamboo book with peeling paint from the empty suitcase.

This notebook is the most expensive notebook he has ever bought. It is made of fine-grained bamboo. There is a small lock on the notebook. The copper rust on the lock looks outdated.

He opened the lock with a small battered key.

There is neither any learning content nor a shady diary in the book. Each page has a different date but has three words of dislike written on it.

Only the last page is blank.

Every word seemed to be telling himself over and over again that he was just guilty of meeting the person who saved him, and Song Zui didn't like He Shanting back then.

But how could you not like it?

How can you not like it?

Only the other party hugged him who was dying, and gently soothed the hostility in his body, so that he thought it was the god of mountains, rivers and seas.

After He Shanting left, Song Zui picked up the dirty jade pendant, he hated being someone's property, but he put the pendant around his neck, and wanted to ask if you want to come and see me?

But that person never appeared again.

He has been to that house more than once, and he has not waited for the person who treats him well for five days, ten days, or five months, and he has not even opened his eyes to see the other party.

He went around to inquire about the news of the villa, but he couldn't hear anything. Someone told him euphemistically that he was not someone he could touch, and he was holding the dirty jade pendant blankly.

He began to go to the county to work and read books. The salary of washing dishes for a month was only 800 yuan, which could not afford Grandma Liu's treatment expenses. He also had no time to calm down and study.

Song Zui knew that all the transferred medical expenses would not fall on Grandma Liu, but if she didn't give it to Liu Yong, Grandma Liu might not last until next month.

He was struggling between black and white, he didn't want to get dirty all over again, he wanted to go to college clean, to the best university, and stand in front of that person dignifiedly.

Unknowingly, he walked to the villa at the end of the mountain forest. He squatted in front of the closed door with his legs crossed, as if he could feel the temperature of the other party's existence.

Until he heard the faint cry for help from the edge of the cliff, he ran into Xu Ning under the paraglider. Xu Ning suffered severe blood loss and was on the verge of death.

Hopeless.

The mountains in the south of the mountain are full of inconvenient transportation, like a corner forgotten by God. The nearest hospital is in the county twenty miles away, unless someone is willing to walk twenty miles on the mountain road with his back.

He himself is a cold-tempered person, not a good person in nature, and he is not interested in doing his best for Xu Ning's mere chance of survival.

But someone extended a hand to him, so he is willing to extend a hand to others.

Besides, he recognized that Xu Ning's clothes were expensive, and the price of a pair of shoes was equivalent to his living expenses for five years. He vaguely felt that this would be a turning point in his life, and the reward for saving Xu Ning would not be too small.

He carried the delirious Xu Ning on his back.

He never stopped on the twenty-mile mountain road.

There is a saying that a turning point will be reached when a person's situation is extremely bad. It may be the pity of God or pure pity.

Song Zui put all his money on the pad and pressed his lips together in the hospital waiting for the rescue results. Fortunately, this time his luck was not bad, and Xu Ning, who was in a coma, survived.

He would go to the hospital to visit Xu Ning every day, and jokingly asked the people in the ward what their relationship was. After thinking about it, no one hoped that Xu Ning would wake up more than him.

Finally, when Xu Ning woke up, he got a satisfactory return. Xu Ning gave him 80 yuan, which just covered Grandma Liu's medical expenses.

Song Zui froze for a moment before taking the card.

In Xu Ning's eyes, this move was shy, but Song Zui was just thinking that people are so different. He worked so hard in the boxing ring to get 80 blood-stained money, but to Xu Ning, it was too small. small numbers.

He has no habit of complaining, there is no absolute fairness in this world, he can only rely on himself.

Song Zui received the card and was about to leave when he heard the Shanghai stock market, and subconsciously stopped in his footsteps. The person asked him if he wanted to go to the Shanghai stock market.

Xu Ning thought that he liked to hear the story of how he learned to paraglider, but in fact he just wanted to hear more about what Xu Ning said about the Shanghai stock market, what kind of places he failed to go to, but what Xu Ning talked about was still in his heart Bai Wenqiu.

He thought that Xu Ning was really not smart, the young master who lived in a honey jar, he knew that Bai Wenqiu didn't like Xu Ning at all.

Of course Song Zui was polite to Xu Ning, after all, whoever has money is right.

He listened to Xu Ning talking about the Shanghai stock market. From Xu Ning's mouth, the Shanghai stock market is full of fun bars, but he heard the school of Shanghai University.

His grades are no different from the score line of Shanghai University, but he wants to go to the best school in Shanghai, so he bought a lot of study materials.

However, Liu Yong found him and said that he wanted [-]. Maybe he could do anything in Liu Yong's heart, and he wished he could sell it.

Song Zui put down his textbook and went to the ward. He heard Xu Ning talking to his parents on the phone. The voice on the phone was clearly audible: "Don't be entangled by the people in the mountains. They are much smarter than you imagined. Sheng Mi Endou Mi hatred."

Xu Ning stood on the other side of the phone and anxiously refuted that he was not this kind of person, while Song Zui stood outside the ward and listened expressionlessly.

I have to say that Xu Ning's parents are much smarter than Xu Ning. He is a mountain native who wants to repay his kindness. The Xu family is the only straw he can hold on to. Under the water, he will not let go easily.

He didn't know if he would succeed in asking for money again, but he couldn't afford the possibility of failure, so when Xu Ning asked him if he wanted to go to the Shanghai stock market, he nodded without hesitation.

He knew it wasn't a moral thing, but he didn't have much morality himself, and his moral standards were far lower than ordinary people. People like them tried their best just to survive.

Who cares about living well or not.

In addition to raising Grandma Liu's medical expenses, he had a very small selfish intention, whether he would meet that person in the Shanghai stock market. At that time, he didn't know how difficult it was to find someone whose name he didn't know in the vast crowd.

Time is the fairest and cruelest thing.

Song Zui recalled the other party's voice every day, it was the only thing he had, but gradually the voice also disappeared from his mind.

He saw a life in the Xu family that he didn't have before, but he also knew more clearly that the family background of that person was far above the Xu family.

At first he would feel terrified when he forgot the sound, but then he finally felt relieved that they were not people from the same world at all, but just a brief intertwining of different worlds, like a comet sliding from one planet to another.

He told himself that he was just sorry for giving the other party the worst version of himself, guilty for breaking up in the end, guilty for not being able to see the other party, and using strong apologies to suppress the turbulent emotions.

Song Zui flipped through the bamboo and wood notebook page by page.

Every dislike written in the notebook is a hopeless like, used to hide a secret that I dare not admit, and seal the boy's hidden thoughts in the notebook.

He walked to the chair in front of the desk, sat down, picked up the pen, unscrewed the cold pen cap and wrote on the last page——

16-year-old Song Zui likes He Shanting very much.

60 years old will also like it very much.