Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

The night in the Shanghai market was soaked in the cold from the sea steam, Song Zui slept on the bed and hugged the quilt tightly, probably because he was afraid of the cold in the boxing ring, his hands and feet were still a little cold.

He closed his eyes and didn't think about the past. He leaned his head on the pillow and hugged the quilt. He didn't know if it was his illusion that the quilt in his arms was moving to the left.

When the quilt slowly slipped away from his arms, he suddenly opened his eyes, realizing that it was not an illusion, the big cat sticking to him blatantly snatched the quilt.

Song Zui closed his eyes without paying attention, the rest of the quilt could cover him anyway, not long after this idea appeared, the remaining quilt was gone.

Holding the corner of the only quilt, he couldn't bear to ask: "Why are you snatching my quilt?"

The voice of He Shanting who snatched away the boy's quilt was wrapped in the laziness of sleeping.

"Wait for you to hug me."

Song Zui was speechless when he heard the straightforward answer, how could this man be jealous of the quilt, he was not used to taking the initiative to get close to others, the boy turned his head and continued to sleep.

But he couldn't sleep without the warm quilt at all. He suddenly missed the hot and dry climate in the southwest. He persisted for 10 minutes, raised the white flag to surrender, and hugged the man stiffly.

It's not so much a hug as it is a hand on the other's arm. His body is motionless, and his body temperature is lower than normal. He feels like a zombie just picked out of the earth.

He Shanting hugged the little zombie with cold hands and feet, covered Song Zui tightly with a quilt, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Good night Song Zui."

If it wasn't for the revenge of seizing the quilt, Song Zui almost thought he was sincerely wishing himself good night, so he buried his head in the warm quilt speechlessly.

But what is warmer than the quilt is the other person's body.

In the embrace, his hands and feet were not so cold. Fortunately, his blushing could not be seen when the lights were turned off, and he fell asleep in the warmth woven into a fine net.

It was rare for Song Zui to wake up late in the morning, so he speeded up the speed of dressing and washing, grabbed a piece of white toast and was ready to go out.

Before leaving, he stopped as if thinking of something, turned around and told the man who was eating breakfast slowly at the dining table: "Remember to go to night school tonight."

He Shanting lazily sipped his Irish coffee.

"Got it, Mr. Song."

Song Zui got goosebumps from Mr. Song's yelling. At first he thought that what he met outside the bar was the flower of Gaoling, but he became more and more shameless.

He waited for a while before going out to school. In school, he had classes all day long, and the evening self-study classroom was opposite to the night school classroom.

He deliberately found a place by the door so that he could observe whether someone came to class after self-study, but he didn't arrive at the classroom at seven o'clock as expected.

Song Zui frowned and closed the book and was about to go out to make a phone call. At this moment, he heard whispers and raised his head with a cold expression.

A middle-aged man wearing an old overcoat stood by the door at some point. His clothes were densely patched. He looked honest and honest, and his nose was red and peeling from the sun. He looked kind of awkward.

"Oh, if Officer Wu hadn't said that, I wouldn't have known you had been admitted to Shanghai University." Liu Yong walked up to the podium unhurriedly, "I came all the way from the southwest, just to tell everyone to be careful about Song Zui, this person ungrateful."

The young man cast an indifferent gaze.

Liu Yong was a little apprehensive seeing Song Zui like this. Song Zui almost killed someone back then, but he suppressed his uneasiness in front of the crowd.

He knew how eager the young man was to get rid of him and start a new life. He would let Song Zui know that it was nothing to get into a prestigious school without him, and he would make it difficult for Song Zui to survive in Shanghai University.

"Don't look at him pretending to be gentle now, fighting with people when he just learned to walk. You go to Shannan to find out that he is a famous little bully. He almost killed someone in the underground boxing ring. If the other party didn't care about him, he would have gone in earlier."

Liu Yong didn't like Song Zui in the past, he was so weak that he couldn't stand upright when he was in kindergarten, so he beat up his nephew who sprayed people with a water gun.

He just patted Song Zui's face with his hand to threaten him. Song Zui relied on his innocent and cute appearance, and complained to the teacher when he turned back and cried. He was well educated by his old lady.

The relationship between Song Zui and his father was not good, even bad. When he was young, the naughty Teacher Deng could use a feather duster to control him.

At the age of 15, no one can beat Song Zui, and even Mr. Deng's feather duster is not working well. This guy has become the little bully in Shannan. Who would have thought that he would go to Shanghai University like a dog.

Liu Yong thought that the whole room would be shocked after he finished speaking, and they cast strange looks at Song Zui, but what he didn't expect was the perfunctory expression of the whole class.

Standing on the stage, he wondered, "Don't you believe it?"

"I believe it."

The sports committee nodded to save face, and showed Song Zui's strength to lead the whole class to turn the tide. He knew that Song Zui was a big boss who went to school in a low-key manner, so what if the big guys fight?

Liu Yong saw that the sports committee was struggling to do so, and he was a little bit collapsed. He grabbed Yin Zihan who had just entered the classroom: "Do you know that Song Zui used to fight underground?"

"Brother Song is awesome." Yin Zihan first flattered and then looked at the hand pulling his clothes, "Do you know that I am Versace's clothes? Can you afford to pay for it if you tear it, poor man."

Liu Yong reluctantly let go of Yin Zihan's hand. He finally found out about Song Zui's class at the security office. He thought it would destroy Song Zui's life, but Song Zui's classmates didn't respond at all.

Liu Yong seemed to be hitting cotton with his fist. Suddenly, his collar was picked up by a force, and he subconsciously resisted, but the young man hit his fragile cervical spine without showing any trace.

This is the real fist.

His spine was suddenly painful and his scalp was numb. He wondered if his bones were about to break. He was dragged away on the ground like a dead dog by the boy, making harsh skin rubbing sounds.

Liu Yong was ready to be thrown out of the school, but suddenly Song Zui's footsteps stopped in front of a person, and he keenly felt that the strength exerted by the young man suddenly weakened.

It's nothing like the peace in a classroom.

It was a man of mixed race, plainly dressed but exuding a dignified aura, he must be someone who could help him, Liu Yong crawled over and hugged his trousers as if seeing a savior: "This man is called Song Zui."

"Not only did she not repay me, but she also did something to me. My old lady treated him like her own grandson and loved him. When his father was diagnosed with cancer and had no money to go to the hospital, the old lady took the lead in donating money and gave him all the money she had spent on medical treatment. As a result, the old lady His wife had a stroke and he was indifferent."

The old lady was really kind to Song Zui, and every time Song Zui was taught a lesson by Mr. Deng with a feather duster, she always hid there. His mother treated Song Zui better than her own grandson.

When Song Zui was 15 years old, Mr. Deng fell on the dilapidated podium and was sent to the hospital to be checked for pancreatic cancer. Because the government stipulated that the salary of teachers should not be lower than that of local civil servants, Mr. Deng’s salary is not low in the town.

But Teacher Deng often subsidizes students who can't afford to study, and the family he saved is not enough. There is no money to send Song Zui to a high school in the county, let alone treat the cancer that swallows money.

I don't know why Liu Yong felt that the young man had a vague coldness, probably because of Song Zui. What he didn't say was that the reason why the donation was raised was because of Song Zui.

Although Teacher Deng is a very good person, he spent half his life in the remote Shannan after graduating from university, except for having a son like Song Zui, he has no flaws.

However, apart from the old lady in his family who didn't know what to do, no one from the parents of the students who had been favored by Mr. Deng when he was short of money for medical treatment came forward to speak out. It's not that Shannan people have a low sense of morality, it's just because they are too poor.

Everyone carried cheap fruit flower baskets to visit Mr. Deng on the hospital bed, and never mentioned the treatment fee. It was even more impossible for Mr. Deng to speak, maintaining a silent atmosphere of knowing it well.

Only Song Zui, who was against Mr. Deng, stood up, and the always arrogant and domineering teenagers kowtowed one by one.

At that time, it was a long rainy season in the south of Shannan. The rain soaked the young man's thin clothes, and his pair of dark red phoenix eyes were soaked in cold air.

After all, he is Teacher Deng's son, no matter how embarrassing he was, he had to donate money, and he just scraped together 60 yuan.

When Liu Yong was recalling, he heard He Shanting's words.

"Have you paid back the money?"

"It's back."

Liu Yong subconsciously answered the real answer.

Although Song Zui said at the time that he would pay it back in the future, everyone felt that the money was wasted. No one expected that after five months, Song Zui would not only pay back the principal with interest, but also pay off the money of other families. up.

Later, when Song Zui went missing, the police came to the door, and they realized that it was money from black boxing. missing.

"If you pay it back, why call it indifferent?"

What surprised Liu Yong was that the young man looked down at him from above, and was indifferent to his exhausting words.

There was no fluctuation on He Shanting's face. He knew early in the morning that this little fox was not of the nature of reciprocating, and ran away after saving the person, but his expression turned cold when he heard the next sentence.

Liu Yong didn't even think about rebutting: "If the old lady hadn't given him the money for the treatment, it would be impossible for her to be unconscious on the hospital bed because of the delay in treatment. This must be charged to him."

"Look at the hospital's bills, which are clearly written. The monthly treatment fee is [-] yuan, not to mention the mental damage fee of our family. I'm not forcing the poor student to be responsible. He saved a lot for the son to be his lover. As for the money, not only did they not pay the medical bills this time, but they also killed me.”

Liu Yong exaggerated on purpose, for the sake of the old lady, Song Zui couldn't kill him, he knew how to handle the boy's weakness.

Before he could finish his words, this noble young man stepped on his ribs, and he clearly heard the sound of his ribs cracking, accompanied by a voice that was so calm that his scalp tingled.

"Then die."

Liu Yong's forehead was soaked with sweat, and he looked at those dark blue eyes in fear. The backlight was like black stagnant water, and he didn't look like a normal person at all.

He had no doubt that he would really die if he didn't escape. He burst out with the greatest strength in his life, endured the pain in his body and ran out of the teaching building, full of regrets for coming to school.

Song Zui watched Liu Yong's back quietly on the rooftop. He was not surprised by Liu Yong's arrival, so he kept a close relationship with the people around him, so that there would be no reaction when the bomb exploded.

He saw that Liu Yong was unusually calm in the classroom, and he was not nervous at all, but he was relieved, and the sword hanging above his head fell less scary.

He doesn't care what other people think of him.

But when Liu Yong spoke in front of A Ting, his body was trembling, and he could only hide his trembling hands with his sleeves. He didn't care what others thought of him, but he cared what A Ting thought of him.

It's like a bulging balloon has been punctured. He is not a good person or a teacher Song. He can do anything for money.

Song Zui tried his best not to look into the other party's eyes, stared at Tianman and said indifferently: "What he said is true."

"Old Deng usually works overtime at school and eats bad food. He suffers from pancreatic cancer and has no money to go to the hospital for chemotherapy. He has been a physics teacher all his life. I shamelessly borrowed treatment fees. At that time, I felt that dignity was not as important as money. .”

"At first I thought it would be a good cure, but he was so painful that he curled up on the hospital bed and pinched his hands to bleed. He couldn't stand it and committed suicide in the third month."

He Shanting couldn't feel the sadness of the death of his relatives, but he could feel the lingering sadness on the young man, so he silently rubbed the young man's hair.

No wonder at that time he said that his parents owed debts due to illness, and the boy did not hesitate to reach out to help. He must have remembered himself when he had difficulty asking for help.

Song Zui spoke calmly on his own.

"He wanted to commit suicide and I also wanted to commit suicide. I couldn't pay off so many debts. My feet were hanging on the roof that day, but I still didn't jump off after thinking about it. What should I do if I owe money after jumping? It's not easy for everyone to save some money , Mrs. Liu is in poor health and needs money, and Uncle Li's child next door needs money to go to junior high school..."

"I don't know how to make money. I heard that there is an underground boxing ring. You can get 1 yuan if you win a match. I didn't even think about it. When I paid back the money, Mrs. Liu had a stroke. , The treatment fee is a lot of money, the underground boxing arena was sealed off at that time, and my body couldn’t fight anymore, so I found a boyfriend for the money.”

When he carried Xu Ning to the hospital, he heard Xu Ning calling Bai Wenqiu's name. He knew from the beginning that Xu Ning liked Bai Wenqiu, but when Xu Ning asked him if he wanted to go to the Shanghai stock market, he nodded without hesitation.

"I didn't tell you before because I was afraid that you would hate me." Song Zui lowered his long eyelashes and said, "I also feel that I hate me."

No one likes a person who can do anything for money, including himself. He reads books and studies knowledge every day, but he still can't change his despicable self in the mirror.

He Shanting looked at Song Zui who pretended to be indifferent, as if protecting himself with hard and sharp teeth, instead of drowning in the hopeless swamp, he bloomed fragile and tough roses.

Song Zui only heard a long silence. He lowered his head and pressed his pale lips. Anyway, they haven't been together for long, so it doesn't matter if they break up.

Even though he thought so, he squeezed his hand tightly, and he didn't let it go until it bled. However, the next second, he was hugged gently by the man, and the same gentle voice rang out in his ears.

"I was thinking how could such a cute kid be afraid of being hated by others? After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure it out. In that environment, no one can do better than you. If someone hates you, I will like you more. "

It was an extremely warm embrace, so warm that Song Zui thought of the sun in the southwest, wondering if the sun was so hot and bright, with an indescribably familiar feeling.

He sometimes feels light and light, and the connection with the world is like a thin thread, and he can't tell when it will be broken.

The concept of the Higgs boson suddenly flashed in Song Zui's mind. This kind of particle is called the God particle, because the academic circles recognize that the Higgs boson endows other particles with mass.

In this warm embrace, he seems to have gained quality, and the sense of weightlessness has disappeared. At the age of 15, he stood on the roof and wanted to die, but now he stands on the roof and wants to live.

The young man who was not used to taking the initiative to get close slowly hugged each other with his hands, the heart under his chest was pounding, as if he was hugging——

His Higgs boson.