After the rebirth, the real young master was kidnapped by the fake young master

"Ji Qiu! Ji Qiu why are you asleep?" A thrust shook Song Jiqiu, his voice was close to his ears, "Wake up, school is almost over. If I hadn't come to look for you, you would have to sleep forever."

"Yuan Lin?" Song Jiqiu straightened up in a daze, and subconsciously responded to the other party's name. His vision was oppressed by lying on his stomach before, and it took a while to get clear, but his mind was still blank.

He blinked quickly, and beside him was a tall boy with a short cut and round eyes who was wearing a blue and white school uniform and was asking him with concern, it was clearly Yuan Lin.

But Yuan Lin went abroad after the college entrance examination, and they didn't see each other for many years after that, they only kept in touch through occasional messages.

"The sky is so cloudy, it's going to rain soon." Yuan Lin looked at the sky through the window, turned his head and glanced at Song Jiqiu's schoolbag, and heaved a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, you brought an umbrella."

The last school bell rang, and the students after school gathered into a bustling stream of people. Yuan Lin walked out and said, "Ji Qiu, are you tired? The most important thing is that we are only in the first year of high school..."

He has obviously graduated for many years, and just had a car accident...

Song Jiqiu followed Yuan Lin, and many classmates who passed by smiled and greeted him. The last bit of consciousness floating in the void returned to his body. He matched the names in his memory with the familiar faces one by one, and looked down at the palm of his hand. , the palm prints are clear and clean, and there are no scars.

He was reborn.

The early summer in Rongcheng is always accompanied by unpredictable rain. The evening is windy and humid, and there are faint signs of rain. When we reach the bottom floor of the teaching building, a few raindrops have already fallen on the ground and splashed small dots. Yuan Lin patted Song Jiqiu on the shoulder: "I'm leaving first, my mother is in a hurry to let me go home, so she called again to remind me."

Song Jiqiu nodded, waved goodbye to him, opened his umbrella and walked into the rain.

It was also the same rainy day when he died. A heavy locomotive buzzed towards the direction of the crowd. The road was slippery and the driver couldn't control the direction.He struggled to push away an elderly man in a wheelchair nearby, and died in a car accident.

Rongcheng No. [-] Middle School is famous for its wealth and wealth. When the school was established, the school specially asked the government to approve a large piece of land. In addition to the campus, a large area of ​​alleys outside was also included in the school's boundaries, and no foreign vehicles were allowed to enter.So when Song Jiqiu was in high school, he had to walk a long distance before he could get in his car and go home.

The alley has seven turns and eight turns, and there are many ways to combine and match them, but Song Jiqiu is rather boring, and basically chooses a route and will not change it.

A burst of loud crashing sounds and frantic footsteps came to his ears through the stone wall, and Song Jiqiu suddenly remembered that when he was in high school, there would occasionally be hot-blooded teenagers dating in the alley, but these things were not in the same world as he was at that time. , he has not been in contact with.

The rain above his head was getting heavier and crackling on the black umbrella cloth. He hesitated for a moment, turned a corner and stopped, and turned his head to take a look.

The next second the whole world was silent.

The alley was dark, deep and narrow, leaning against a figure in a black hoodie, with scars on the corners of his eyes and lips. When he saw the person coming, he raised his eyelids slightly, glanced and lowered them, and the whole person was about to melt into the twilight.

"Xu Jiaping..." He whispered the boy's name.

The origin of Song Jiqiu and Xu Jiaping stems from an absurd farce.In the first year of Song Jiqiu's first year, he was suddenly told by the Song family that he and Xu Jiaping had been hugged wrongly.

He is the real young master, Xu Jiaping is the fake young master.

In the midst of the chaos, they returned to their original positions.Overnight, the world turned upside down. After the high school entrance examination, they went to the same high school, but their school days continued to have no intersection.

Near the third year of high school, Xu Jiaping suddenly dropped out of school and there was no news. When we met again, he had already become a guest of Rongcheng Vanity Fair and was feared by various forces.From the few words of the people around him or the moment of passing by, I accidentally caught a glimpse of his sensuality.

That's when they really got to know each other.

Xu Jiaping taught him how to trade with one hand, step by step; he watched with a smile as he accidentally stepped into the opponent's trap, and then reached out to pull him to reverse the situation.

Intrigues, open and secret fights, ups and downs.

Xu Jiaping taught Song Jiqiu everything he learned in the mall.

As a result, the Song family went bankrupt, and Song Jiqiu fell from the clouds overnight.Everyone said that Xu Jiaping was the instigator behind it, but only Song Jiqiu didn't believe it.

Later, Xu Jiaping was imprisoned.The reporters and the media secretly tried to find some clues of power from him but failed. Song Jiqiu tried his best to see Xu Jiaping, but he couldn't stand the fact that a crazy friend like him revealed Xu Jiaping's crimes in secret.

"Ji Qiu, don't waste your efforts. Xu Jiaping got into the eyes of money, playing too crazy, and he seems to have killed people before... He is different from us. He was fascinated by Vanity Fair at first and second, and couldn't control his desire. It's normal. Besides, what's your relationship with Xu Jiaping, why are you running around for him?"

what relationship?

Xu Jiaping is his rare opponent, and even a friend he doesn't want to lose, as important as the existence of his family.

The heart suddenly beat heavily, and Song Jiqiu was more clearly aware than ever before:

He returned to the age of 16, his family was happy and healthy, and Xu Jiaping did not go astray and go to prison.

Everything can be done all over again.

The raindrops hit harder and harder, penetrating the chill into the bones, making the wound ache from soaking, Xu Jiaping squinted his eyes in pain, and the light in his vision became darker and darker.

The footsteps were getting closer, and he barely opened his eyes.

There was a man standing at the entrance of the alley, wearing a blue and white school uniform, with a cold white complexion, which was incompatible with the rainy day.

He couldn't tell for a moment whether it was the moon in the sky or that person that was shining.

"Xu Jiaping." Song Jiqiu's voice was a little dry, "It's raining, didn't you bring an umbrella?"

The rain curtain had already parted from the umbrella, Song Jiqiu squatted down and gave half of the umbrella to him, the blocked light cast a small piece of light and shadow on Xu Jiaping's side face, flickering on and off.

"Help me hold on a little longer." Xu Jiaping said in a lazy voice, "My arm is broken."

Song Jiqiu was startled. He touched his pocket and found that he didn't bring his mobile phone. He tilted his umbrella towards him a little bit more: "I'll take you to the hospital when the rain subsides."

Xu Jiaping's dark pupils showed the appearance of the person facing him. Song Jiqiu gave him most of the umbrella, and tried his best to curl up under the edge of the umbrella, but it was still more than half wet by the rain. His bangs were limply against his forehead, and he lowered his head He pursed his lips, because he could still see the fine fluff on his face when he was close. It felt like a newborn kitten he had seen when he was a child.

Inexplicably, he felt a bit itchy in his throat, and he took out the cigarette case and lighter in his pocket, and the lighter "squeaked" until a faint blue flame shot up, igniting the tail of the cigarette.

He held the cigarette in his mouth, raised his head slightly, and rolled his Adam's apple.

When he lowered his eyes, Song Jiqiu was staring at his wrist with round eyes.

Where's the hand?

Isn't it broken?

Xu Jiaping raised his eyebrows and slowly exhaled smoke from his lips and teeth, with a lazy expression: "Oh, I lied to you."

Song Jiqiu dared not speak out, and wrinkled his nose slightly.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and the world under the umbrella is small.

Xu Jiaping's eyes are very dark, and when he looks at people, his eyes are empty, making people unable to distinguish emotions. When the cigarette was half burned, he spoke again, his voice was very cold, and there was even disgust in it when he listened carefully: "The Song family let you here?"

Song Jiqiu was stunned for a moment, before returning to his senses: "No." His voice gradually lowered: "I wanted to come here myself."

After finding him, Song Jiqiu's mother treated him like a pearl like a jewel, but under the rage, she hated the Xu family to the extreme and refused him to have any contact with Xu Jiaping. Let go slowly.

"You?" Xu Jiaping seemed to have heard something very interesting, and smiled a little, looking at Song Jiqiu thoughtfully.

Looked for a long time.

Xu Jiaping has a pair of phoenix eyes, the tails of which are slightly drawn upwards, especially oppressive, as if he is looking at him, but the eyelashes are thick, which is a bit more affectionate, and the slight breath of tobacco makes people dizzy.

In Song Jiqiu's impression, Xu Jiaping was polite and polite. He had never been so presumptuous and dangerous as he is now.He moved the umbrella a little more, silently breaking the inexplicable and ambiguous atmosphere, and uncomfortably fixed his eyes on the rotating minute and second hands on the dial.

The rain in summer comes and goes quickly. After about ten minutes, the rain has almost stopped, and the accumulated water on the ground began to slowly seep into the sewer.

He put away his umbrella and wanted to stand up, but his legs became numb from squatting for too long, and he almost knelt on the ground. He couldn't help but want to curl his fingers.

He raised his head, Xu Jiaping threw his schoolbag on his shoulder against his wrist, blocking out a small shadow, looked at him with his head tilted, and spoke indifferently.

"I don't want to see you again."

Nothing seems to have changed after rebirth.

The only difference is that 16-year-old Xu Jiaping hates 16-year-old Song Jiqiu very much.