The main residence of the Meng family, in the exquisite and elegant hall.

Meng Guang knelt on the ground, bowed his head and didn't speak, but his expression was like a stabbing head, with an attitude of "just scold me, admit your mistake and I'll lose", anyway, he was so angry with his father.

Meng's father was going to be pissed off by this scoundrel: "Fight! And beat people to the hospital! You are so powerful, why don't you beat me up too!"

"Do you still think that you are very powerful and that you are right? Bring me the board - I will teach him a lesson today, and tomorrow he will have to kill me."

The servant tremblingly handed over a long wooden plank.

Meng's mother was very anxious beside her: "Hey, don't you listen to our children's explanations?"

Father Meng yelled irritably: "My son is in the hospital and I have to explain it!"

Meng Guang still knelt on the ground without saying a word.

Song Yu saw that his cousin didn't intend to tell him, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and stand up: "No, uncle, I'm actually responsible for today's matter."

He suddenly made a sound, and everyone in the room froze, all looking at him.

Song Yu continued to bite the bullet: "I'm also in Linshui today, my cousin fought with Wang Beidan because of me."

Grandma Meng's eyes widened, she couldn't accept this stimulation at all when she was too old: "Yu Yu, what are you doing in Linshui?"

In her perception, Linshui is a place of smog.

Father Meng also frowned: "Yu Yu, go to bed first, don't speak for this brat, I know what he is good at."

"No, no, it's true." Song Yu hurriedly said: "Uncle, you can go and watch the surveillance, it was Wang Beidan who forced me to drink, I sent a message to my cousin, and my cousin came to save me before I hit Wang. "

Of course, surveillance does not exist. Wang Beidan hid in the box and did those things, how could he leave evidence? The surveillance must have been disposed of by them themselves.

Grandma Meng's eyes widened: "What? Drink, they force you to drink!"

Meng's mother was also stunned. She had a good relationship with Song's mother and knew about Song Yu's almost death because of a glass of wine when he was a child.

Thinking that her sister-in-law's son almost had an accident with her, Mother Meng became furious. Meng Guang's temper probably followed her, so Mother Meng directly grabbed the board from Father Meng: "Did you hear that! Back to me, my son! Well done! I think he beat him lightly! It’s no secret in Jingcheng that Wang Bei did solo! Killing such a beast is doing justice for the heavens.”

Father Meng's original surprise was also lost by his wife's aggressiveness, angrily: "Look at what you said, you are such a mother?!"

"Then you are doing the right thing as a father?"

They jumped up and down and quarreled.Grandma Meng was irritated and slapped the table heavily: "Go back to the room and argue! Your son has been kneeling on the ground for a long time!"

Poor Mayor Meng was gentle, refined and personable outside, but he was so angry with two women at home that he was so shut up that he left without eating.

Meng Guang was helped up by Meng's mother, and he blinked at Song Yu.

After dinner, Song Yu still had to go back to live with his grandmother.

Meng Guang drove him off.There are insects chirping in the garden outside the house, the night sky is pure and the moon is bright.

Meng Guang couldn't hold back in the car, and started laughing while lying on the steering wheel: "I'm so excited, I'm not wasting your brother, I'll risk my life to help you out. Oh my dad's face, hahaha."

Song Yu twitched the corner of his mouth: "You are too happy, the Wang family will not let it go."

Meng Guang rolled his eyelids, nonchalantly: "So what if you don't want to let it go, what Wang Beidan did in the box can be seen by others? They dare not publicize this matter, so they can only suffer from being dumb.

He has been the prince in Jingcheng for so many years, so he must do things properly.Those who can be provoked can't be provoked, and whether there will be big troubles, I know in my heart.

Song Yu: "Yes."

At this time, Meng Guang suddenly realized: "Wang Beidan really forced you to drink?"

Song Yu smiled: "No. I was trying to hit him with a wine bottle."

Meng Guang: "..."

After a while, he laughed loudly: "Good job!"

He tilted his head, eyes full of curiosity: "How did you get to 305, isn't it breathable?"

Song Yu thought for a while, then smiled: "Probably, fate told me to save people, punish evil and promote good."

This incident was indeed as Meng Guang said, there was no splash in Jingcheng.

For Song Yu, the only impact was that Grandma Meng was terrified, and never forced him to go out again.

Song Yu checked the Wang family in Jingcheng, and finally knew where the familiarity came from. In "Gentle Control", the rich second generation who crazily made things difficult for Xie Sui in high school is the youngest son of the Wang family, Wang Ci.The whole family pampered her like a baby. In Jingcheng, the wind is the wind, the rain is the rain, and there is an older brother like Wang Beidan who takes care of him. Wang Ci started playing with women and men at a very young age, and he was rotten to the bone .

When I was in high school, I was full of obscene thoughts. After school, I locked Xie Sui in the classroom and threatened to take nude photos of him. During the sports meeting, I deliberately drugged my drink to make Xie Sui look ugly in front of the whole school. And during the final exam, Lock Xie Sui in the toilet and prevent him from taking the exam to get a scholarship.Even after the college entrance examination, Wang Ci tried to manipulate him, making him miss the exam and ruining Xie Sui's life.

Song Yu felt that he couldn't think about the plot of the original book, he really asked for it.

Day three of doing nothing at home.

Grandma was afraid that he would be bored, so she brought him a child of the same age.

The son of the driver who picked him up from the airport that day, a thin, tan-skinned boy named Ma Xiaoding.

Ma Xiaoding didn't know what he heard from his father. At the beginning, he talked to Song Yu like a mosquito. It seemed that if the decibel was higher, he would have to be hospitalized. Song Yu couldn't bear it later, and only changed after warning him.

Ma Xiaoding and Xie Sui were still classmates in junior high school.

Song Yu wanted to know more about Xie Sui, and chatted with him: "Just the Xie Sui in your class, what's junior high school like?"

Ma Xiaoding stared round, looking naive: "Master, why are you asking this?"

Song Yu didn't like this title: "Don't call me Young Master, if you really admire me from the bottom of your heart, call me Brother Yu!"

Ma Xiaoding scratched his head: "Good young master, ah no, good brother Yu, why are you asking about Xie Sui?"

Song Yu choked, and immediately had a flash of inspiration and said, "Isn't this guy number one in the Jingcheng high school entrance examination? His grades are good. I want to learn from him. If you know yourself and your enemy, you won't be in danger in a hundred battles."

Ma Xiaoding was instantly in awe. Although he didn't know how to compare the results, he was honest and told Song Yu everything he knew.

"Xie Sui, I think it's pitiful. His family should be very poor. He can wear a piece of clothing for three years, and he continues to wear it until it turns white after washing. He has a very withdrawn personality. Few people dare to approach him. Three I don't have a single friend after this year."

"Originally, someone approached him at the beginning. After all, he is good-looking and has good grades. It is not a loss to be a friend. But there are people in the class who are on the same block as Xie Sui and often speak ill of Xie Sui's mother behind our backs. It was said that Xie Sui's mother had contracted AIDS and jumped to death, and AIDS can be transmitted from mother to child, and Xie Sui probably also had it. Now, everyone in the class is afraid, anyway, Xie Sui never takes the initiative to deal with people. It becomes a transparent person."

"Everyone deliberately ignores him in everything they do, and so does the teacher. In the three years of junior high school, I haven't heard anything from Xie Sui."

"He often sleeps in class. I heard people say that he doesn't seem to study when he goes back to work in restaurants. There is a group of troublemakers in the class who know where he works, and collectively make things difficult for him, talking loudly about AIDS. , Lost Xie Sui's work. Xie Sui didn't speak, and was depressed. Once, when I came back from the Internet cafe, I saw Xie Sui's face was covered in blood, and he held the pillar to vomit."

"He..." Ma Xiaoding sighed: "It should be with a group of gangsters outside the school. It is rich to help fight. But the money is in exchange for life."

Song Yu's face became colder the more he listened, and he played with his phone with downcast eyes.

Ma Xiaoding looked up at the sky and continued: "Of course, I think those people are farting. AIDS is not something you can just make fun of. They are too much. I thought about helping Xie Sui, but he was too cold and difficult When we are close, if we talk to him, it will take half a day to get a reply. He probably doesn't want to talk to us."

Song Yu suddenly remembered last night, the boy's last hoarse "thank you".

With a sneer, he switched his phone to the navigation page and entered the address Xie Sui said.

Song Yu: "It's not that it's difficult to approach." It's that he was born in such a harsh environment that he never felt any warmth, and was at a loss for kindness and tenderness.

Ma Xiaoding: "Huh?"

Song Yu jumped off the bed, "When I go out, you tell my grandma that I'm going to buy books."

Ma Xiaoding: "???"

Song Yu paused, and made up a random reason: "Do as the Romans do when you come to the countryside, go buy some textbooks from Jingcheng to preview."

Ma Xiaoding: "..."

Are the rich second generations working so hard these days?

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