Young master, he is not hated by everyone

There are three floors in Wang Shuo's house. The first floor is the kitchen and hall, one for sundries, one for crops, and the second and third floors for people.

The main structure of the house is a brick house, which looks very old. Most families in the village have built new houses, but Wang Shuo's house has not.

Wang Shuo's father sometimes does chores in the town, but most of the time he helps build houses in various villages.

In the few years after Wang Shuo was born, their family was the first to build a three-story building, and it was the first to build a brick house among the thatched wooden houses.

It's a pity that Wang Shuo's grandfather fell seriously ill later, and his grandmother was paralyzed in bed again. All the savings of the family were used to treat the two elderly people, but unfortunately they still couldn't keep them, and the family owed money instead.

It was considered a wealthy family in the village at the beginning, but it was a pity that it fell into disrepair later.

In addition to taking care of the house, his mother also does some farm work, while his father works as a coolie. After years of hard work, he has paid off all the debts.

And Wang Shuo, who dropped out of school after finishing high school last year, stayed at home. In addition to helping the family with farm work, he also followed his father to build houses for others from time to time.

Wang Shuo's room was on the third floor. Song Ning watched him quickly change the sheets, then scratched the back of his head at himself, and said shyly, "My house is not as good as yours, so you'll laugh at me."

Song Ning shook his head. Although the house was a bit old, it was cleaned very clean inside and out, but there was one thing Song Ning couldn't figure out.

Logically speaking, there is a vacant room at home, so why did Wang Shuo not mention a word, and just make a decision to let him sleep in the same bed with him?

Although Song Ning had doubts, he didn't ask.

The two of them cleaned up and washed, and Song Ning was a little uncomfortable when they were lying on the same bed. He slept in it, and Wang Shuo said that he was worried that he would fall if he slept outside.

The bed wasn't too big, but Wang Shuo deliberately didn't touch him, and Song Ning tried to stick it against the wall.

It was midsummer, and because there was no fan or air conditioner due to a power outage, even Song Ning, who was always cold, still felt hot.

He turned over and over again, although the movement was very light, but Wang Shuo was not asleep, so he naturally noticed it.

He asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's a little hot."

Song Ning said softly, "Did I disturb you?"

Wang Shuo didn't speak, just turned over, and Mo Hei found a fan, Song Ning wanted to reach out to take it, but Wang Shuo didn't give it to him, instead he fanned him.

The room was dark, and Wang Shuo's voice was deep. He had already passed the period of changing his voice. Although he was only 19 years old, his voice was very deep.

"Will this be better?" Wang Shuo asked him.

The cool wind blew, of course relieved some of the stuffy heat, but Song Ning was very cramped, always felt that this was not good, and worried that his hands would be sore.

He hummed, and said in a low voice, "Or, I'll do it myself."

Wang Shuo ignored his words, "My room is on the third floor, so it will be hotter."

He regretted it a little at this time, Song Ning, a pampered young master, had never suffered such a crime, he shouldn't have been quick-mouthed for a while, without asking his opinion, and directly kept him.

"Do you have any regrets? Thinking about going back to your own home to sleep is better?"

Song Ning didn't feel the heat anymore, and even under Wang Shuo's considerate care, she wasn't as overwhelmed as when she first lay down together.

"No regrets, I'm afraid of snakes."

Wang Shuo chuckled, fanning him harder.

"Song Ning, why did you come back here?" Although his mother already knew the reason, Wang Shuo still wanted to ask him personally.

He always felt that Song Ning was hiding secrets, he was gloomy and closed, maybe because he didn't open his heart to others, he knew that he asked abruptly, and he was prepared for Song Ning not to answer him.

Song Ning also asked him, "Then why don't you go to school?"

The room was pitch black, except for the bright moonlight coming in from the window, and the red candle was blown out after the two of them lay down.

He refused to answer. As Wang Shuo expected, he smiled and said: "The grades are not good, the college entrance examination failed, so I don't plan to repeat the study, and the family still owed some money at the time, so I thought I would stop studying and find something to do." , Help the family pay back the money."

Song Ning turned to face him, with a distance of [-] centimeters between them, and asked softly, "Have you paid off the money?"

"After the repayment is over, I will help people repair their houses, help out in the orchard, and work in the feed factory. I will pay back the money I earn in a year." Wang Shuo's tone was a little proud.

He is not a person who likes to show off, but somehow he wants Song Ning's approval.

"Am I good?" Wang Shuo asked him.

Song Ning was very obedient, and praised him in his very pleasant voice: "Amazing."

Wang Shuo grinned, "You are lucky. I paid back the money for my family some time ago. My mother said that I was too tired and didn't let me do things anymore. She insisted on letting me rest at home. Didn't this just happen to happen? You, otherwise no one will bring you food."

He was joking, deliberately teasing Song Ning.

Unexpectedly, Song Ning asked him seriously, "Did I delay you..."

His tone was full of self-blame, and Wang Shuo didn't expect him to take it seriously, so he quickly explained, "What nonsense are you talking about? It's just a delay."

He heard Song Ning heaved a sigh of relief and let out a small hum.

Song Ning is delicate, sensitive, timid, shy, autistic, extremely prone to overthinking, and has a delicate mind.

Obviously he should be a proud son of heaven, but Mr. Wang Shuo has an inexplicable pity for him. He always feels that he needs to be taken good care of, otherwise he will gradually wither like a bouquet in a vase.

"Thank you for today." Song Ning said to him again: "Thank you for looking for me through the window, otherwise I..."

"Otherwise what? Will you keep crying?" Wang Shuo asked him teasingly.

Song Ning didn't answer right away, and said in a very low voice after about ten seconds, "I, I don't cry that much."

Wang Shuo didn't know how to answer. He pondered for a long time, then let out a false ah, and then gasped.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Ning asked him as he stood up.

Wang Shuo pretended to be uncomfortable, "It's nothing, just a little pain in the arm."

As expected, Song Ning reached out to touch him while it was dark, eager to check his wound, but Wang Shuo grabbed his hand.

"It's okay, I just accidentally touched it."

"It's my fault, right..."

Wang Shuo didn't wait for him to finish, and interrupted directly: "Song Ning, promise me one thing, okay?"

He didn't let go of Song Ning's hand, because Song Ning leaned over on his own initiative, and the faint fragrance on his body made Wang Shuo's heart beat faster.

"what?"

"Don't stay in the house all the time, okay? I'll take you fishing tomorrow and cook grilled fish for you in the evening."

"I..." Song Ning choked for breath, the piece of skin held by Wang Shuo was so hot that it was about to burn.

"Okay? Just take it as a thank you."

"No one is so grateful." Song Ning wanted to withdraw his hand, but Wang Shuo didn't let it go. Instead, he asked, "How is that grateful? Is it a promise?"?