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

What Song Ju'an said was nothing more than about Song Jiqiu, about Wu Liyun, and even about the Song family.

He hadn't seen Xu Jiaping seriously for a long time, in the past he would either take a look at him from a distance, or inquire about him secretly.

Xu Jiaping is proud and reckless, and likes to fight against him since he was a child, but in the end it was just a joke between family members.This is the child he loved since he was a child, but in the end he drifted away because of the entanglement between adults.

The boy who used to like to laugh mischievously has grown into a handsome and tall man after all.

"We rented the opposite door of Jiqiu's apartment, and you will move there before the end of the college entrance examination." Song Ju'an confessed.

"You don't need to worry about Xu Xiong's affairs. He won't be entangled in your life in the future. Maybe you can see him during the trial."

Speaking of Xu Xiong, Song Juan couldn't restrain his disgust.

Never ignore the tricks of the clown. Xu Xiong's domestic violence against Xu Jiaping is the biggest lesson.

"Business matters, be careful..."

Xu Jiaping raised his eyes, then lowered his head after a long while of understanding.

Since he promised Song Jiqiu to focus on his studies, he has slacked off a lot in the capital market, and the Song family is not an idiot, so if you check carefully, you can find out his ability to stir up trouble in private.

Song Ju'an asked again: "You and Ji Qiu..."

Xu Jiaping said the first conversation with Song Juan: "I will not hurt him."

Don't even think about it, it's nothing more than worrying about what he will do to Song Jiqiu.In the past, Xu Jiaping might turn his face without hesitation, and express badly that he might do something to Song Jiqiu.

But later, no one understood better than him:

Song Jiqiu is innocent.

Because you care, you will make promises.

The topic seemed to have come to an end, Xu Jiaping nodded politely and walked towards the room prepared for him.

"Jiaping, I'm sorry."

In the dim light of the corridor, the elegant man apologized tiredly.

Xu Jiaping stopped in his tracks, his eyelashes as black as crow feathers trembled, half of his body was hidden in the darkness, and finally he left without saying anything.

The first thing Song Jiqiu did when he woke up was to pass by Xu Jiaping's room.

The door was closed tightly, and he stared blankly at the door panel like a thief for a moment, then turned to the living room.

Wu Liyun is playing in front of the piano bench.

Song Jiqiu squatted beside her obediently, without saying a word, he raised his head and held his face in admiration.

After the song was over, Wu Liyun took his hand angrily: "Stand up, it's not that there is no place for you to sit, why are you like a puppy."

Song Jiqiu sat on the piano bench with a smile on his face, his fingers twirling between the beating black and white keys.After he returned to Song's house, his mother felt sorry for him not being able to enjoy relevant education since he was a child, and specially enrolled him in piano lessons, so he still knew a few pieces of music to support his appearance.

"Did mom sleep well last night?"

Wu Liyun turned over a page of the piano score: "Why do you ask this? It's very good."

In fact, both of them knew the origin of the problem.

Xu Jiaping is Wu Liyun's heart disease, she has been hiding it for many years, but yesterday she was caught off guard suddenly, Song Jiqiu didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

The melody at Song Jiqiu's fingertips froze, Wu Liyun pressed the strings with one hand, and connected to the main voice: "Xiaoqiu, mother is going to Vienna."

Song Jiqiu turned around in surprise: "Mom!"

He wanted to say that Xu Jiaping would not live at home all the time and would not embarrass her.

Wu Liyun gently caressed the bangs on Song Jiqiu's forehead: "There is a performance over there that invited mom, mom can't just stay at home and do nothing, right?"

She knew Song Jiqiu well.

This is a child who couldn't be softer.

Sandwiched between Xu Jiaping and her, Song Jiqiu often feels guilty towards the other because of getting along with the other.

She is his mother, as a parent, she always has to give in, and Song Jiqiu has already given in a lot for her.

The days of the third year of high school were spent day after day, boring and interesting.

Song Jiqiu took the route of escorting, but still came to school every day, and was treated as free labor by angry classmates, becoming a tool for answering without emotion.

During the exercise time between classes, it was raining a little outside. Everyone stood in the corridor in twos and threes holding water glasses and chatting. Song Jiqiu folded the draft paper densely written with small characters and made a paper airplane.

The wind blew up the curtains to hide him, blocking the noise of the students, as if they were coming from afar.

The fresh and distant mountains outside the window are like eyebrows, and the wet water vapor is refreshing.

There was a person standing outside the curtain, as if he chose this direction inadvertently, Song Jiqiu pursed his lips and smiled slightly, poked him with his fingers through the curtain, and then immediately retreated to the window.

Xu Jiaping grabbed his wrist and came out: "Not too dirty?"

Song Jiqiu shrugged with a smile.

Xu Jiaping's grades improved rapidly. He was probably the most enviable and hated person in his student days who could achieve grades with a little effort.The students were surprised at first, and then numb.Only Song Jiqiu knew that this person stayed up until dawn every day to study the questions, and he was just a machine that didn't need to sleep.

The school felt that it had provided the best conditions for the students, leaving only the students to perform themselves, but the teachers in the third year of high school decided to try harder, called a few free people who were escorted, and a group of people ran to Wenchang Pavilion in a mighty manner .

Song Jiqiu laughed at the nervousness of the teachers, and was moved by it.

The Buddha statues in the temple are majestic, and the sandalwood fragrance is lingering in the fireworks. Song Jiqiu often talks about wishing the students a smooth college entrance examination and academic progress.

I don't know if the gods will hear the packing and wishing like this. If the situation doesn't allow it, he can report all the students' ID cards.

After thinking about it again, if the gods are so powerful, they must have the function of searching accounts.With peace of mind, he began to wish his family members to be safe and healthy, and that everything goes well for Xu Jiaping.

As for Song Jiqiu himself, he was troubled for a long time, and he couldn't think of any wish for him for a while.

Walking out of the temple with the crowd, there are long shadows beside the old trees under the stairs.

Xu Jiaping lowered his head and hooked the strap of his schoolbag, mottled tree shadows fell on half of his face, the summer time was deep and long.

It seems that Song Jiqiu's wish is only related to him.