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

Xu Jiaping's success in being admitted to C University, which is opposite to A University, can be regarded as a remarkable stroke in the history of No. [-] middle school students' counterattacks.

Parents and teachers educate students with a vivid example:

Xu Jiaping can!why can't you!

The students cursed Xu Jiaping who killed a thousand swords in their hearts, while crying: We really can't.

Xu Jiaping's almost fatal death schedule in the second half of his senior year of high school is not suitable for everyone. Song Jiqiu often checks whether Xu Jiaping died suddenly last night because of staying up late the first thing in the morning.

The long summer vacation life of staying in the room with the air conditioner ushered in a bright spot.

The birthday of the young master of the Song family is approaching.

With the status of their family, the adult birthday party is not only a simple celebration, but also an exchange in the business field.The Song family deliberately held the birthday party one day in advance, just to leave time for the child on his birthday.

The banquet was scheduled to be held at the Chengnan Mansion, and people came one after another at six o'clock in the evening.First, the relatives of the offshoots of the Song family, and then the business partners of the Song family, all of them have become fine foxes for thousands of years,

Until nine o'clock in the evening, Song Jiqiu thought it was too hot, so he took off his suit jacket, tucked his white shirt into his suit trousers, and dismissed a group of businessmen who were chatting away again.

Several nails in the dark places of the Song family were uprooted. Song Ju'an spent a lot of effort to rectify it a few days ago. Now the Song family has won over half of the voice in the company, and their position is stronger.

"Ji Qiu, come here!" Seeing him from a distance, Yuan Lin almost froze from laughter, and he kindly saved him from the fire and water, raised his hand and yelled, which was bound to be heard by the audience.

Song Jiqiu took the opportunity to end the conversation with the other party with a smile, said sorry in a low voice, walked to Yuan Lin's side, picked up the drink sprinkled with mint leaves and drank it down, and let out a long breath.

In the third year of Yuan Lin's high school, under Song Jiqiu's persuasion, his grades improved a lot, so he no longer chose to go abroad, and applied to a good university in the capital to meet with Song Jiqiu.Tao Ke and Liu Hao stayed in this province, and both of them were classified as extraordinary performers in the college entrance examination.

"The two of you are dressed in a tacit understanding today." Yuan Lin looked at Song Jiqiu, and then at Xu Jiaping, who was leaning against the wall and wearing a black shirt.

The black suits Xu Jiaping especially, he is thin and cold.The air conditioner in the banquet hall was fully air-conditioned, and the fine black hair moved slightly with the wind.

"Your family just won a big project recently, and everyone wants to get a share. Your father is too busy to bother you. Tsk, it's hard work, Young Master Song." Yuan Lin shook his head and shook his wine glass, "A good birthday will change. Make a meeting."

Song Jiqiu sighed: "I study with you every day, how can I know anything about the company..."

Yuan Lin glanced at Xu Jiaping, and while slowly shaking the frothy red wine in his hand, he raised his leg: "Oh, I'm allergic to the air here, so I'm leaving first."

Song Jiqiu sat on the sofa, put a tissue on his forehead to absorb the fine beads of sweat, closed his eyes and rested.

He could feel Xu Jiaping walking in front of him, but he didn't open his eyes, he just said, "Stand to the side to block the wind."

Xu Jiaping was very cooperative and moved away obediently.

He felt that the sofa beside him was sunken, and there was a familiar smell of green grass in his breath.

"I can't wait to write 'I don't know anything' on the top of my head and refuse all social interactions." Song Jiqiu complained.

Since the company didn't need him to carry the banner, he found that his social skills were gradually deteriorating, and he was insensitive to the hypocrisy of the mall.

Xu Jiaping laughed lightly, like a feather, making his ears tickle.

In the next second, Xu Jiaping clasped his wrist, and the protruding wrist bones touched the palm of his hand. He was pulled up by a force, turned from the nearest stairs into the dark path, and then walked through the long forest road, facing the wide road. ? ? ?

Just escaped.

When Song Jiqiu was in a daze, a cold lacquer-colored helmet was stuffed into his hand, and his mind had already ordered him to subconsciously climb into the car and wrap his arms around Xu Jiaping's waist.

Xu Jiaping hadn't touched his precious motorcycle since his sophomore year in high school. This was the first time Song Jiqiu got on this motorcycle again after a year.

The night wind in Rongcheng brought a refreshing coolness, and the wind poured into their clothes, like sails bulging on both sides.

Song Jiqiu opened his mouth, and there was a whirl of wind in his mouth. He suddenly didn't want to ask Xu Jiaping where he was going to take him.

From the road to the flat road to the mountain road.

The vehicle was running on the road, with cliffs on the left and sea water under the guardrail on the right. The street lights were dim, and their long shadows were drawn out. The engine roared, and his heartbeat accelerated along with it, which was indescribably smooth.

He and Xu Jiaping are like this car, it seems that it will not stop until it hits the south wall without looking back.

The journey was getting farther and farther, but Song Jiqiu gradually found that the environment around him became familiar.

They eventually stopped at Namsan Tower.

Xu Jiaping took off his helmet, his bangs pressed against his deep eyebrows, looking loose and unruly.

The Nanshan Pagoda has been undergoing repairs recently, and the previous bright lights have been reduced by half. They climbed the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"There's still a long way to go." Song Jiqiu looked at the time.

Eleven forty-three.

"Just get there before sunrise."

Xu Jiaping grabbed Song Jiqiu's hand, fearing that he would fall, a little embarrassed that his impromptu escape plan would encounter problems, but the two of them quietly clenched their hands and never let go.

"Xu Jiaping." Song Jiqiu suddenly stopped and turned off the flashlight.

At twelve o'clock, the whole world is plunged into darkness.

"Xu Jiaping." Song Jiqiu's voice was ethereal and sweet, and the faint chirping of cicadas in the distance lay dormant all summer.

click.

The sound of fingers lifting the iron lid of the lighter.

The silver case has a four-leaf clover engraved on it.

Xu Jiaping gave it to Song Jiqiu to quit smoking and never got it back.

A small cluster of orange-yellow flames lit up.

Their faces were blurred by the flickering flames.

Song Jiqiu said, "Happy birthday."

Today is his birthday, and also Xu Jiaping's birthday.

The tacit understanding of being born on the same day, the drama of exchanging on the same day.

It's their birthday together.

Xu Jiaping licked his dry lips, lowered his eyes to look at Song Jiqiu.From the pupils hiding the small ball of hot light to the ambiguous and gentle lips, just looking at it will make a flower grow in my heart.

"Hurry up and make a wish." Song Jiqiu urged, "The conditions are simple, I originally left a cake at home."

Xu Jiaping closed his eyes.

What should I wish for?

Crazy ambitions all over the sky, longing to embrace in vain, paranoid desire to possess.

He only dared to make a wish:

"I hope Song Jiqiu and I will always be together."

Whether as friends, family, or—

Lover.

But Song Jiqiu said it directly: "I hope to be with Xu Jiaping forever."

Xu Jiaping opened his eyes to look at Song Jiqiu, who was only staring at the flames of the lighter.

Blow lightly, make the motion of blowing out the candle, and release the thumb that holds the lighter.

The whole world goes off.

Song Jiqiu kissed Xu Jiaping on tiptoe in the dark.