Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me - Chapter 20

    Song Yan raised his head as if he didn’t understand, stared blankly at Xia Zhiye, looked at Xia Zhiye for a long time, then lowered his head, buried his head in Xia Zhiye’s neck, and said aloud :”fraud.”

     

    “Then why don’t they like me.”

    “Because fools like fools.”

    Children’s silence, like thinking.

    Then Song Yan raised her head and said with a serious look: “So you are a fool.”

    The logic fits perfectly.

    Xia Zhiye: “…”

    This little thing is really annoying.

    Not only annoying, but also clingy.

    No matter how Xia Zhiye coaxed him, he always held Xia Zhiye’s hand, as if he was afraid that the only person he liked would run away.

    Finally, Grandma Liu brought the porridge over, so she reluctantly let go.

     

    Xia Zhiye sensed something was wrong, took a sip of the temperature, and said in a low voice, “Why don’t you tell me if it’s hot?”

    Song Yan lowered her eyelashes: “I will be scolded.”

    Xia Zhiye: “…”

    Will I be scolded?

    Song Yan’s drunk performance is obviously a return to the subconscious of her childhood, and she will be scolded. Could it be that someone fed her when she was a child, and Song Yan would be scolded if she became a little angry.

    Just by looking at Song Yan’s current appearance, it’s not hard to imagine how beautiful he was when he was a small dumpling.

    What kind of life did Song Yan live as a child?

    Xia Zhiye would like to ask.

    He also knows Song Yan’s current state, and he can ask anything he asks.

    But Song Yan is a person with a strong sense of self-esteem and self-territoriality. If he doesn’t really want to say it, but he takes the liberty to ask, it will be too disrespectful to others.

    So I didn’t say anything. After feeding Song Yan and drinking the porridge, I coaxed him to brush his teeth, took a shower, and waited outside the bathroom to blow his hair for him and send him back to bed. When I was about to wash myself, the corner of my clothes was grabbed.

    Looking back, Song Yan put on a docile head of hair, wrapped in a quilt, and raised her head: “Sleep together.”

    It’s hard to imagine being the same cool guy who kicked him out of bed at every turn.

    Xia Zhiye’s tone softened: “I’ll come back and sleep together after taking a shower.”

    “No.” Song Yan was very stubborn, “We should sleep together now.”

    “I’m not leaving, I’ll take a shower.”

    Xia Zhiye explained patiently.

    Song Yan was rarely stubborn: “I don’t want to be alone in the room at night.”

    “It’s not dark when the light is on.”

    “Don’t.”

    Song Yan clenched the corner of Xia Zhiye’s clothes tightly and pursed her lips slightly, not so much as being a coquettish girl, but as if she was afraid that Xia Zhiye would leave him alone.

    It is extremely insecure.

    Xia Zhiye sighed: “Okay.”

    Then lifted the quilt and went to bed.

    When I turned off the wall lamp by the bed, Song Yan, who always hated being touched by others, took the initiative to rub it over, hugged Xia Zhiye’s arm, buried his head in his neck, and rubbed lightly rub.

    This kind of dependent behavior, similar to that of a small animal, made Xia Zhiye’s heart soften into a puddle of water in an instant.

    Whoever said that Young Master Song Yan has a temper, is obviously a poor little one.

    Just as she was about to hug him and coax him, the next second, Song Yan moved her head away and threw out a sentence in disgust: “It smells so bad.”

    Xia Zhiye’s hand froze in the air: “…”

    I don’t know who forbids me to take a bath.

    Unscrupulous little thing.

    ·

    Only a fool likes a fool, some people are too smart to like you.

    When Song Yan woke up, she vaguely remembered this sentence, but she couldn’t remember anything when she thought about it further.

    He was so dizzy, he turned over and wanted to go back to sleep, but he kicked a hard thigh.

    Then just froze there, motionless.

    Xia Zhiye half propped up his body, propped his head, looked at him, and the corners of his lips curved slightly: “Still pretending to sleep?”

    Song Yan raised her eyelids and said with a bad look: “Why am I at your house.”

    Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows: “Didn’t you insist on sleeping with me last night?”

    Song Yan: “?”

    “If you can’t remember, I can help you remember.”

    “…”

    Song Yan was a little overwhelmed by his alcohol intake: “No need.”

    Find out the phone, check the time, get up and get out of bed.

    Xia Zhiye asked, “Don’t sleep for a while?”

    Song Yan was wearing clothes: “Well, it’s too late to catch a plane.”

    Xia Zhiye: “…”

    Feeling Xia Zhiye’s subtle silence, Song Yan remembered that this excuse seemed to have been used before, and added: “This time I’m not going to Madagascar, I’m going back to Beijing.”

    Xia Zhiye remembered the phone call Song Yan received yesterday: “Return to Beijing for the Mid-Autumn Festival?”

    Song Yan: “Yeah.”

    Seeing that Song Yan didn’t want to say more, Xia Zhiye didn’t ask any more.

    After Song Yan came out of the shower, she saw Xia Zhiye leaning against the door with a lunch box in her hand: “Grandma’s own sweet-scented osmanthus mooncake, bring it to taste.”

    Song Yan took it and stuffed it into her schoolbag: “Thank you grandma for me.”

     After speaking, she hurried to the door.

    Xia Zhiye grabbed his wrist.

    Song Yan just wanted to ask him what he was doing, but an umbrella was tucked into his hand: “It’s raining outside, pay attention to safety on the road. If you’re not happy in Beijing, come back early , I’ve been at home, not going anywhere.”

    The voice is as loose as ever, but it seems to be something more.

    Song Yan didn’t hear it, and felt a little inexplicable.

    He grew up in Beijing since he was a child, and he is familiar with his family and friends. Xia Zhiye has nothing to worry about about his affairs in Beijing.

    But she said, “Okay.”

    ·

    The plane was a little late, and when we arrived in Beijing, it was completely dark.

    The driver of the Song family came to pick him up: “Mr. and Mrs. have taken the young master to Tan’s house, I will take you there.”

    Song Yan has no interest: “No, just go home.”

    The driver said: “Mr. I must take you there.”

    Song Yan didn’t know why their family reunited at Tan’s house for the Mid-Autumn Festival, so why did they call an outsider over there.

    But the driver also used Song Minghai’s money to do errands to Song Minghai.

    In the end, the car drove slowly towards the academician accommodation area of ​​a university campus.

    The old man and the old lady of the Qin family were intellectuals in the early years. Later, the old lady became an academician.

     

    You borrow my name, and I borrow your profit, which is also a beautiful fate.

    If it wasn’t for the date of their engagement, which was three months after Song Yan’s mother died, and Qin Qing was two months pregnant at that time, even Song Yan thought this marriage was nothing. Blameable.

    But to be honest, Song Yan doesn’t hate Qin Qing, and she can’t even say she hates it.

    Maybe it was because Qin Qing got married that he realized that not all couples would throw plates and bowls while eating and then slap their sons, and not all mothers would be hysterical and go crazy and take it at every turn With a knife, he wants to take his son to death.

      , worried that he might die or be injured at any time.

    So he was always polite and polite to Qin Qing, but he simply hated Song Minghai.

    When we arrived at Qin’s house, the dinner had already begun.

    As soon as Song Lele saw him, he rushed over and hugged him: “Brother, I miss you so much.”

    Song Yan just raised her hand to touch his head, when Mrs. Tan greeted, “Lele, come here, don’t disturb brother, grandma will peel the shrimp for you.”

     

    Song Lele is only ten years old, and a child who doesn’t understand farts, how can he understand these things of adults, when he heard his grandma call him, he ran over happily.

    Song Yan’s half-lifted hand fell in vain.

    Song Minghai didn’t even look up at him and asked, “When are you going to come back.”

    Song Yan: “After the college entrance examination.”

    “Are you going to finish high school in that **** place?”

    “Didn’t you tell me to go there?”

    “I let you go, to make you reflect on your own mistakes.”

    “Sorry, I haven’t found my mistake yet.”

    The atmosphere at the table was a little cold, and no one dared to speak.

    When I was young, Song Minghai finally raised his head and looked at Song Yan with a scrutiny look: “Is it wrong to push my classmate off the balcony on the third floor because I’m jealous of my classmate?”

    Song Yan lowered her eyelids, showing no emotion: “I’ve said it many times, I don’t.”

    “So Shang Wei jumped down by himself?”

    “I have answered many times, yes, do you believe it?”

    Song Yan raised her eyes to meet Song Minghai’s gaze.

    A brief silence.

    Song Minghai sneered: “Sure enough, it’s the same as your mother.”

    Just like your mother.

    Gloomy and withdrawn, sensitive and jealous, full of lies, psychological distortion.

    These words, Song Minghai once said to him without a word.

    Song Yan’s knuckles holding the chopsticks turned blue and white.

    But looking at Qin Qing’s nervous expression and Song Lele’s fearful innocent eyes, he finally chose to calmly put down his chopsticks and picked up his schoolbag: “You guys take it slow, I’m full already.”

     Finished speaking, got up and walked to the entrance.

    Behind him, Song Minghai said coldly, “If you dare to go out, I will stop your card.”

    Song Yan didn’t even think about it, just took out the black card, put it on the cabinet at the entrance, unscrewed the handle, and walked straight into the night of Wanjia Reunion alone.

    ·

    When Shen Jiayan came to pick up Song Yan, she saw a full moon hanging in the sky, the lights of thousands of houses were lit in the world, and there was only one Song Yan standing alone on the roadside.

    The street lights are dim and old, cutting out a fairly warm beam at night.

    Song Yan stood outside the light beam, wearing only a thin coat, and the hem of the clothes was lifted in the night wind, showing the unique slender and thin outline of a teenager.

    In the autumn night in the north, there seems to be a kind of out of place loneliness.

    He sighed, walked over, and asked, “Have you quarreled with your father again?”

    “En.” Song Yan raised her eyes, “Thanks.”

    Simple sentence, Shen Jiayan understood: “I’m thankful, my mother heard that you are coming, but she is happy, waiting for you to help me with my homework. I also steamed a lot of Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs. , eat more later.”

    When Song Yan was born, the two families lived opposite each other.

    Every time Song Yan was homeless, she was picked up by Shen Jiayan. Later, the two went to junior high school and high school together, and it became a common thing to stay at Shen Jiayan’s house.

    The parents of the Shen family saw that Song Yan was good-looking and had good grades, and they heard about the situation in his family. In addition, Song Yan saved Shen Jiayan once in junior high school, so every time Song Yan came All are welcome.

    After dragging Song Yan to eat a few hairy crabs and drinking a cup of brown sugar **** tea, they let him go back to the room with Shen Jiayan.

    “It’s fortunate that you came, otherwise my mother would have forced me to write a whole set of comprehensive papers before letting me sleep.” Shen Jiayan slumped onto the bed, weak, “But Xiaoyan, what the **** are you doing? When will you be back?”

    “After the college entrance examination.”

    “What?!” Shen Jiayan was struck by the bad news.

    Song Yan explained: “Come back and watch Song Ming Haifan.”

    “But if you’re not here, no one will copy my homework, no one will give me a topic, no one will play games with me, my life is really lonely. Woohoo, my dear Tired, come back sooner, I didn’t realize that you were so important to my life before I lost you, but as long as you can come back to me again, I will definitely cherish you.”

    Shen Jiayan climbed to the bedside and hugged Song Yan’s thigh, snot and tears: “So can you help me make this math paper first.”

    Song Yan: “…”

    This is an earth-shattering friendship.

    “Really, please, I’m tired, it’s not that I don’t want to do it, it’s really that this set of papers is too difficult, I can’t. And my mother said that I couldn’t finish it on National Day. Yue won’t give me pocket money, so just do it, save the child.” Shen Jiayan hugged Song Yan’s thigh and howled miserably.

    Song Yan pulled out her leg in disgust: “Okay, bring it.”

    Shen Jiayan jumped up on the spot and gave Song Yan an extremely hot and intense hug: “Thank you Dad, Dad, I love you, what would Dad want to eat tomorrow? Is Dad thirsty? Is Dad hungry? Dad Do you need any special service? Dad, is it okay for me to call it that?”

    Song Yan looked calm: “If you call me again, I will go and tell your mother that I am your father.”

    “…” Shen Jiayan let go, “Excuse me.”

    ·

    Shen Jiayan’s desk is a huge long table with folded corners, Song Yan is doing math papers at this end, and Shen Jiayan has already opened the game at the other end.

    While fighting, I chatted with Song Yan: “I remember that tomorrow seems to be your mother’s death anniversary. Do you need me to ask my mother to prepare something for you.”

    Song Yan: “No, I’ll just buy a bunch of flowers myself.”

    Shen Jiayan: “Do you need me to accompany you?”

    Song Yan: “Did you get up in the morning?”

    Shen Jiayan: “…”

    The silent silence.

    “So you stop talking nonsense, what should you do, and don’t think about comforting me.” Song Yan casually finished a math problem that Shen Jiayan hadn’t figured out in a day, her tone was flat .

    Shen Jiayan heard that he didn’t really want to continue talking about this, so he changed the subject: “Okay, let’s not talk about this, then tell me how you were doing in Nanwu?”

    When Shen Jiayan asked this sentence, Song Yan’s pen tip froze slightly on the paper.

    He never seemed to think about how he would fare in Nanwu.

     Understand.

    The school environment and teaching conditions are also very general. There is no nanny and auntie, and there is no special car transfer. Many things are not as convenient as Beijing.

    But when I think of the city, there is a relaxed joy.

    Probably because this city doesn’t have those painful pasts, and there are no misunderstandings and cold wars that are endlessly debated, only some stupid things keep happening.

     

    Before leaving, Xia Zhiye’s sentence “If you are not happy in Beijing, come back early” is also inexplicable.

    Go back to Nanwu early.

    He has lived in Beijing for 16 years, and he has lived in Nanwu for just over a month. It should be considered as leaving his hometown, but why is he in Beijing at this moment when he thinks of Nanwu? There is a strange sense of home.

    How could he have a sense of belonging?

    Song Yan held the pen, her thoughts drifting a little far.

    And Shen Jiayan didn’t wait for his answer for a long time, thinking that something had happened, and took time to turn around from the game: “What’s the matter? Did you have a bad time in Nanwu? Or the one named Xia Zhiye Did the idiot bully you?”

    Song Yan’s phone screen lit up as soon as he finished speaking.

    [Wild]: Song Daxi, happy Mid-Autumn Festival, love you, love you~

    Song Yan replied: [Less nausea]

    He answered Shen Jiayan nonchalantly: “No, he is quite a fool, but he didn’t bully me.”

    “Xiaoyan.” Shen Jiayan suddenly called him.

    Song Yan sent WeChat without looking up: “What’s wrong?”

    “What is your expression?”

    “What emoji?”

    “You laughed.”

    “?”

    Song Yan raised her head and saw Shen Jiayan’s expression of “do not stay in the middle”: “You laughed, you actually laughed when you were sending WeChat to others, it was still very natural A particularly sour and sweet smile, you say, are you falling in love with someone else behind my back!”

    “…”

    Song was fed up, turned her phone, and the screen was facing Shen Jiayan: “Man, height 187, weight 144, one punch can kill two of your men, do you see clearly?”

       

      come.

    I’m still a man who is more men than the average man.

    Slightly awkward silence, Shen Jiayan said: “What, this guy is quite handsome.”

     

    Shen Jiayan still felt wrong.

    Song Yan was smiling just now, and it was that kind of, how should I put it, that kind of… He couldn’t tell what it was, but it was definitely the kind of smile with a leg.

    Is it a sneer because she hates each other too much?

    Shen Jiayan held Song Yan’s mobile phone in one hand and gnawed on her nails in the other, and fell into deep thinking, until the earth-shattering “Aced” suddenly startled him.

    Looking back, the Jinx he was operating had tragically died under the gun of the female policewoman in the opposite Picheng because he hung up on the spot, and was also involved in a wave of team battles.

    Quickly press and hold the Mic Open button of the companion software: “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I called me just now, so I accidentally hung up the phone for a while, I’m sorry, next time I must fight well.”

    It was a clear and juvenile voice when she said it, but when the audio was played again, it became a sweet and whistling loli voice.

    Song Yan, who just opened a can of Coke, turned around: “?”

    Shen Jiayan said nothing: “Oh, it’s nothing, I just made a bet with the idiots in the Internet cafe last time, saying that I can definitely be a super master this season, otherwise I will invite them to drink a semester’s drinks. But You also know my level, I will definitely not be able to get up if you are not there, so I found a few good and cheap to play with.”

    Song Yan was indifferent: “This is why you are a pervert.”

    “? No, how can this be called a pervert?” Shen Jiayan tried his best to defend, “You don’t understand, this is all forced by life, and now these male high school students who play with them like to have a sweet voice. Sweet little rich woman, as long as your voice is sweet enough and squeamish enough to be coquettish enough, they won’t get angry no matter how much you play, isn’t I just to avoid getting scolded a few times.”

    “It’s really promising.” Song Yan sneered, “Then why don’t you directly find a power leveling agent.”

    “It’s not my ability to find a booster. I, Shen Jiayan, a dignified seven-footed man, would do such a thing that goes against the spirit of e-sports? It doesn’t exist.”

    “…”

    “So if you stay in Beijing for a few more days, with you taking me, I don’t need to find someone to play with.” Shen Jiayan turned his head, a pair of puppy eyes flashed at Song Yan, full of Sincerely look forward to it.

    Song Yan felt that it would be troublesome for him to call someone out to pick him up on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, so he casually said, “Okay, then I’ll go back in a few days.”

     “That’s great! Dad, I love you! I’m going to quit playing with me now!” Shen Jiayan jumped up from the gaming chair happily.

    Song Yan reached out and held it down: “Wait.”

    Shen Jiayan looked confused: “What’s wrong.”

    “Nothing.”

    It’s like seeing a familiar ID.

    Song Yan put down the cola, opened Shen Jiayan’s head, picked up the mouse, and clicked on the game avatar on the companion software.

    Data display page:

    [Account ID]: Sexy and beautiful male high school students play online

    [Location]: Xiacheng District, Nanwu City

    [Good at games]: LOL, Dota2, PUBG, King of Glory

    Account ID and Xia Zhiye’s are only two characters apart.

    The location is verbatim.

    And Song Yan remembered that [Lao Niang Meiqiye] asked Xia Zhiye to play with LOL at the beginning, but because there was no computer in the dormitory, it was inconvenient to go to the Internet cafe, so he asked Xia Zhiye to accompany him. Glory of the King.

    But now it’s a holiday, Xia Zhiye has a computer at hand, so it’s normal to take orders to play LOL again.

    So this ID is another account of Xia Zhiye?

    After all, although this ID is not very special, it is not crowded by the public.

    But what if you promised not to cheat the little girl’s money, not to connect with wheat, not to chat privately, not to listen to coquettishness? Now what’s the matter?

    Song Yan thought about taking the phone back from Shen Jiayan’s hand, and was about to send a WeChat message to Xia Zhiye, but as soon as the phone was turned back, she saw a photo at the top of Xia Zhiye’s Moments.

    The background is the floor-to-ceiling window of a western restaurant, outside the window is the bustling night of Nanwu City, and in front of the window is a very beautiful young woman.

    Comparing V with one hand and taking a selfie with the other, Cartier’s latest diamond bracelet sparkles on her wrist.

    In the corner behind her, Xia Zhiye was cutting his steak with his head down.

    Song Yan is a little bit blind, so she can’t tell what the girls look like in the photo, but if he remembers correctly, this bracelet is the same as the one on the avatar of [Lao Niang Mei Ji Ye] The bracelet is exactly the same.

    And the positioning below the circle of friends is written: Nanwu City, Hilton Hotel

    Song Yan’s voice became colder: “Play with you, don’t quit.”

    Shen Jiayan: “?”

    “I’ll go back to Nanwu after sweeping the grave tomorrow.”

    “What’s the matter, what’s wrong?”

    “Hmm.”

    “What?”

    Song Yan tapped the profile of someone on the screen twice with her fingertips, her eyes were indifferent and cold, and then spit out two words like a sentence: “law enforcement.”

    “…?”

    I don’t know if it was an illusion, but at that moment Shen Jiayan seemed to smell something similar to “catching rape” from the word “law enforcement”.