Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui, whose ears were flushed from the praise, froze his hands ready to hang up the phone. Home seemed very far away to him, and it had been a long time since anyone asked him when he would go home.

Even if it was just a small rented house, only 75 square meters, in an old residential building, it was also called a home.

Because he didn't want the other party to be disappointed, he held the phone and almost blurted out: "Take the high-speed train back tomorrow morning."

The man hummed lightly, and when Song Zui ended the call, Wu Zhen who was beside him was surprised: "You won't go back to the Shanghai stock market tomorrow, will you? Anyway, spend the day in Yancheng."

"No."

Song Zui shook his head, A Ting was still waiting for him to go home in the Shanghai stock market, the word "go home" lingered silently on his tongue, making his heart beat unstoppably.

He went back to the hotel room and booked the earliest high-speed rail ticket, and he would be able to arrive in Shanghai at two o'clock in the afternoon. After studying, he turned off his computer and fell asleep on the bed.

The bed in the hotel was as soft as ever, and he was trapped in the white quilt, as if he had fallen into the clouds, and floods of memories flooded into his dreams.

"No family?"

His eyes were bleeding, he couldn't see the face of the person in front of him, he could only feel himself being hugged lightly, the person seemed to dislike the blood on his body.

He thought he would be let go, but the other party never let him go, and he was carried to a bed accompanied by a metallic tinkling sound.

It was an extraordinarily soft bed, but it was a pity that the blood on his body must have stained the bed sheet. After the examination, the doctor's voice came from his ears.

"This boy is seriously injured." The doctor hesitated. "There are injuries all over his body. His eyeball was scratched by a sharp blade. I don't know if he can save his eyes. Madam told you to calm down and recover from your illness."

The implication is to leave him alone, he has no intention of begging for mercy, the only thing he can rely on is the sharp knife in his hand.

He was about to force himself to leave, but a hand fell on his face, gently stroking the blood from his lips.

"What I picked up is mine."

Song Zui thought more than once that if there was a chance to do it all over again, he would definitely rub that hand, but at that time he was sensitive and irritable, so he bit the man's hand hard, and the blood of the two people was mixed in his mouth.

The blood seemed to be entangled with fate.

Song Zui woke up and it was daylight, he sat on the bed for a while, he didn't know why he always remembered the past, it took a long time before he got out of bed.

He walked to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and looked at his face carefully in the mirror. The scars on his eyes were so shallow that they could hardly be seen, and the hostility in his eyebrows and eyes disappeared without a trace.

He packed his things and dragged his suitcase out of the room, checked out and took the subway to the station.

The subway is crowded with people in different clothes. If you look from above, you can only see black and moving heads.

This is Song Zui's first visit to Yancheng, and the only place he has been to is Yanda University, but he doesn't think it's a pity, people everywhere are working hard for their lives.

After getting off the subway, he took the high-speed train back to Shanghai alone. The food on the high-speed train was not cheap, so he only had some bread for lunch.

His whole body was sore from sitting. When the train arrived in Shanghai, he let out a long sigh of relief. He took the suitcase and walked to the door. After the door opened, he was the first to get off.

There are no fewer people at the station than in Yancheng, but they have changed from the bright and generous Yancheng accent to the gentle Wu Nong soft language.

He walked out of the station with his head down, looking at the bustling crowd at the bus station, hesitating whether to take the bus or take the subway.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind: "How did you get here?"

Song Zui's back stiffened and he turned around, seeing the man with blue-gray eyes standing behind him, as if he was tired from waiting, he lowered his eyes and handed him the bag in his hand.

He took the bag, which contained milk, chocolate, and cakes, all of which could replenish energy quickly. After eating only bread on the high-speed rail, he suddenly felt hungry.

"I ran into you just after I left the station." He unwrapped a fluffy cupcake, "What a coincidence."

"unfortunately."

Song Zui stopped his movements and raised his head. There are so many people coming and going in the station, isn't it a special coincidence that we just ran into each other.

Before he could figure it out, he heard the man's lazy reply in the next second: "Because I've been waiting for you since morning."

Song Zui didn't expect that the other party would wait from morning to afternoon. Unspeakable emotions welled up in his heart, and he asked with a suppressed voice, "Why didn't you call me?"

"Your phone is off."

He took out his mobile phone from his bag in doubt, and found that he forgot to turn it on after it was turned off last night. Because his mobile phone couldn't get through, he waited at the gate of the station for most of the day.

It was as if warm blood was flowing through his body, and he asked coquettishly, "Then why are you waiting for me?"

However, the other party's next sentence made his emotion disappear without a trace.

"Did you buy any clothes?"

The young man pushed back all other thoughts. In Ating's eyes, he was probably just a small mobile treasury, the one with insufficient balance.

After returning to Shanghai, Song Zui went to class and studied as usual. He received the special prize certificate and bonus on Friday. Under the vigorous publicity of Mr. Puwu, the whole college knew that he had won the special prize in the Yanda Physics Competition.

In the class, Teacher Puwu emphasized again and again: "Although teaching a special prize is a trivial achievement in my teaching career, I need to use this example to explain to everyone how important it is to take a good class. Song Zui can win the competition in his freshman year." No.1 now."

Wu Zhen heard it strangely, but couldn't tell what was strange for a while, and suddenly realized after a while: "Didn't he criticize you for being distracted in class once? Now it is a representative of studying well in class."

Although Song Zui studies hard, it has nothing to do with concentrating on listening to lectures. He often looks down at the literature by himself, and occasionally listens to the teacher's lectures.

"Ms. Li's speech is really good." Hou Quan, who was clumsy, expressed his envy.

"It's a pity not to talk about cross talk."

Song Zui opened the book and took the conversation.

In order to avoid the classmates in the department looking at him as if they were fresh, and more importantly, to avoid the eyes of Teacher Puwu who said he saved all mankind, he went straight to the library on the mountain after class.

He was relieved by the quiet atmosphere of the library, and he opened the thermos cup to take a sip of warm water, but there was nothing in the cup.

He had no choice but to get up and go to the tea room. He turned on the faucet of the water dispenser to receive the water. Not long after he turned on the faucet, a timid voice sounded behind him.

"Excuse me, are you Song Zui?"

Song Zui turned around after receiving the water, and the person who spoke was a small boy with a few freckles on his face, holding a notebook in his hand.

"Are you looking for me?"

"Sorry to bother you." The boy showed embarrassment on his face, "I'm Yu Ming from Class Three, and I also participated in Yanda's competition, but I didn't win any prizes."

"I heard from Mr. Li that you are No.1 in the competition. There are two questions in the competition that I don't understand and I want to ask you. I have been thinking about it for two days but I can't figure it out."

Yu Ming carefully handed over his notebook.

Song Zui was not used to giving lectures to people. In Wu Zhen's words, he couldn't understand what he said, but he looked at Yu Ming's worn-out army green liberation shoes, screwed up his water glass and nodded.

"The question of this question is to prove that the force of falling is three times the weight." Yu Ming pointed to the stem of the question in the notebook.

"Using the law of momentum to calculate the impulse force of the tabletop on the rope is equal to the impulse force of the rope on the tabletop, and it can be proved by an equation."

Song Zui explained his thinking in detail as much as possible, Yu Ming was a little dazed when he heard it, he wrote down two steps on the paper but couldn't find the equation Song Zui said.

Song Zui had no choice but to write down the steps on paper, and then Yu Ming understood how to prove it, thanking him so much that his head almost fell to the ground.

"it's nothing."

Song Zui returned to his seat holding the vacuum flask. Although he was not a good person with a high moral bottom line, he was used to helping people who needed help whenever he could, just like someone once extended a hand to him.

He read the book and saw that it was six o'clock in the afternoon, so he went to the courier collection point on time, because the things he bought for A Ting arrived, and he felt that he would not be able to hold his head up if he didn't send them out.

He went to the collection point to pick up the courier, and before he walked out of the collection point, he couldn't wait to open the package, wanting to see what kind of shirt he bought.

He was stunned after opening the package. A black and white maid outfit was very attractive. He thought about it and thought that if he gave this dress, he would be assassinated before it was delivered to the other party.

Song Zui was about to call to ask the shopkeeper what was going on, but the courier stopped him guiltily from behind: "I'm sorry I took the wrong item, this is your courier."

He let out a long sigh of relief, returned the things and took his courier. He opened the courier after checking the name and address this time.

A blue and white sweater.

He fell in love with this sweater the first time he saw it, because the blue on the cuffs was the color of A Ting's eyes in the warm sunlight, and it was even more beautiful than the picture.

Satisfied, the boy returned to the rental house with the sweater he bought, and specially packed the sweater in a paper bag. This was a simple package.

He opened the door with a key, and the man bent down to water the little rose, making his long legs look longer.

Song Zui pretended to be nonchalant and walked over: "The clothes I bought for you have arrived, you can try on the size."

His tone was serious, this was the first thing he bought with the prize money from the competition, but the other party stopped watering the flowers and asked back.

"Oh, where am I not big?"

Song Zui took a while to react, he almost choked out of his chest, and he showed the aura of a benefactor: "Be serious."

He took out a soft sweater from the bag: "If the size is not suitable, I will return it. Anyway, you can try it on first."

"Return."

"why?"

Song Zui looked at the sweater in his hand, and visually judged that the size should be about the same size so that he wouldn't be able to return it. Unexpectedly, the man picked up the sweater and said, "Don't you think I'll wear something like this?"

The man's sharply shaped eyebrows are twisted upwards, and the sunlight draws sharp shadows on the jawline, which looks like a deity depicted.

Song Zui turned his head to the side to keep his head clear. This statement was not convincing from a man wearing a 40 yuan shirt. His clothes cost 580 yuan anyway.

Before he had time to refute, the other party shoved the sweater back into his hand. He suddenly caught a glimpse of a shallow scar on A Ting's hand, and asked curiously while holding the clothes.

"Have you ever hurt your hand?"

The man who wore a 40 yuan shirt with an unattainable demeanor glanced at the bite mark on his right hand, and said without audible emotion: "I was bitten by the little brat who always gave up."

The author has something to say: Ting Ting: Obviously I came first!