Chapter 1
The endings of happiness are always very different, but the beginnings of misfortune are different.
Song Yin stood at the entrance of the living room. The voices coming out of the house weaved into a huge net, wrapping people up tightly.
The most scathing voice belonged to the second aunt of the Song family.
"We have done our best. How could our family have treated that burdensome child so badly in all these years? It's just that he has what other children have, and he goes to the same school as other children."
"He just did averagely in the college entrance exam and his grades are so-so. He could have just gone to any fake university in China. Yet he even dared to ask to study abroad. The major he studied is called..."
Second Aunt kept saying that for a long time, and the eldest aunt added on her behalf, "Digital Intelligent Technology."
As if she was puzzled by the mysterious name of the major, she also expressed a lot of dissatisfaction, "It's kind of weird for a boy not to study finance or law, but to stay at home typing on the keyboard every day."
After she finished speaking, the eldest aunt shuddered at the extreme exaggeration.
Song Yin was a little unsteady outside the door, but he had been living under someone else's roof since he was a child, and was used to a humble and submissive lifestyle. If he hadn't been so socially anxious and had a severe stutter, he would definitely not have stayed in the Song family.
He silently said in his heart: 654 points is not a low score, and Peking University is not a fake university. The future belongs to the era of high-intelligence AI. The digitization, intelligence, and high-tech of life are all inseparable from the progress of the computer industry.
The fifth uncle, who was drinking tea on the side, put down the teacup a little heavier, as if he couldn't bear to hear any topic about Song Yin, and coughed in his throat.
"Sister-in-law, don't mention it again. I was the one who helped to pay off the debt his parents owed before they died. We had expected this little stutterer to start paying off the debt immediately after graduation, but now, the little stutterer is planning to go abroad to collect debts!"
Second Aunt snorted, "Do you think he can make any money with his major? Instead, he rushed to find a suitable company CEO to marry as soon as he graduated. It's impossible for him to get married anyway. We absolutely won't support two pieces of garbage."
It would be better if we couldn't see her shiny white face, otherwise, with her newly polished V-shaped face, I'm afraid her own son who is studying abroad would have to call her a witch when he sees her!
"I have a good introduction here. You should know Mr. Chen from Huashe Construction. His wife just died last week..."
The eldest aunt interrupted, "Isn't Mr. Chen already 49 years old, the same age as your eldest brother? The little stutterer is only 22 years old. Isn't the gap a bit..."
The second aunt raised her voice with disgust, "Do you think the little stutterer looks like your uncle's precious son Song He? There is a big difference in appearance, not to mention that he is unkempt. Logically speaking, no one would want him even if you pay him money. It's embarrassing enough to give him to a 49-year-old for free. Maybe he will have to be sold to a 60-year-old!"
Song Yin lowered his head to take a look at his unkempt appearance.
A pair of barely washed pirated Nike sneakers, loose wide-leg jeans, and a classic IT men's plaid shirt. Half of his face is habitually covered by bangs all year round. The exposed lips are diamond-shaped, and they will turn into a soft and bright red if licked.
The topic in the living room is still going on, but Song Yin is no longer in the mood to listen. He disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, like a stream of water vapor that never appeared.
The Song family is an old and wealthy family in Beijing. They have been in the construction business all their lives. From the initial cemetery design and courtyard-style buildings to today's high-rise buildings and steel forests, many places have left traces of the Song family.
It can be said that the Song family grew up with the entire capital, prospered together, and also became confused, vicissitudes, and worldly-wise together, or in other words, a place where one enters with dreams and eventually has their innocence strangled.
In Song Yin's eyes, it is now more like a woolen felt that harbors filth and dirt, where all kinds of top-notch relatives gather, breeding termites that gnaw at conscience and character.
Song Yin walked back to his bedroom with some fatigue. His room was not in the Song family's mansion, but rather he lived with the servants, hidden in a dark corner that would not ruin the style of the courtyard.
Before he could open the door, there was a clanging sound in the bedroom, as if a rat's nest had been poked, accompanied by giggling.
Song Yin suddenly had a headache.
One of the biggest disadvantages of having too many people living in the same house is that there are too many children.
And his independent space often becomes a children's playground.
Song Yin pushed open the door angrily, and his anger burst out, but it only turned into a fragmented joke.
"You...you you you you...you...you...get out!"
The oldest mouse hiding in the bedroom is only in the third grade, and the youngest is still wearing diapers.
The third grader is called Song Weilong, the grandson of the seventh uncle's family. He didn't live here originally, but because of the good teaching quality in Beijing and the local protection policy for the college entrance examination, he was forced to register this child as a local hukou and live in his home.
Don't look at this little bastard's situation, which seems to be the same as yours, but it is actually completely different.
The Seventh Uncle has the highest prestige in the Song family. Even though his most beloved grandson is temporarily fostered here, he is spoiled like a local emperor.
Song Weilong threw the paper airplane in his hand over without any respect, and said in a stuttering manner, "I, I, I... I won't... go out, you, you... what can you do to me?"
The little guys who followed him in making trouble laughed out loud, and threw the paper airplanes in their hands at Song Yin.
Snowflakes flew everywhere.
Song Yin realized that the papers stacked with the paper airplanes were actually the data materials he had calculated for three consecutive nights. It
was originally tucked in the computer bag, but it was directly found out by the little brats.
Song Weilong brought a group of little mice and stood on Song Yin's thin little bed, jumping and laughing, while he clapped his hands like a mountain king.
"Mother Wu said that your room was originally a storage room. After you get out of the Song family, this room will still be full of junk. What's wrong with us playing here? You are such a stingy guy!"
Song Yin was really angry. He thought that he, a mere college student, could be easily controlled by an elementary school student?
"I, I, I..." Song Yin tried hard to hold back a lot of anger, making sure that his breath could burst out in an instant, his face was red and white, "I must beat you up today!"
Song Weilong probably didn't expect that the other party was quite scary when he got fierce, and he jumped off the bed quickly.
As a result, he chose a bad spot to land, and one foot stepped between his small leather shoes. His chubby body suddenly lost balance, and his short legs staggered two steps before he fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
Then he burst into tears, "My Bolero!! My elbow!!"
Song Weilong's bad behavior quickly spread throughout the Song family, saying that it was Song Yin who pushed him in anger.
Before dinner time could even begin, the Song family members who had nothing to do spread the gossip to the company.
Grandpa returned quickly with his uncle and others.
The seventh uncle and Song Yin's grandfather were so close that Song Weilong was the grandson of this family. As
soon as Grandpa Song entered the house, his aura was so strong and murderous that all the air conditioners in the house failed, and it was so cold that it felt like being immersed in an ice cellar.
Song Weilong threw himself into Old Master Song's arms, crying loudly, "It's all his fault! It's all his fault! All my front teeth fell out!"
A servant who knew the situation muttered, "You have cavities because you ate too much sweets..."
Song Yin had been blamed for nearly two hours. He stood in the middle of the living room like a droopy white eggplant. The bright light from the overhead illuminated his entire body, and he vaguely looked like a corpse displayed in a funeral home.
Grandpa Song smiled and asked the child in his arms, "Longlong, besides the tooth falling out, where else does it hurt?"
Song Weilong sobbed aggrievedly, "It hurts everywhere, it hurts so much, as if it's going to break, I want to go home to find my grandpa."
When he heard that he was going to find his seventh uncle, Grandpa Song's smile became somewhat flattering, "Longlong is the best, isn't he? Your grandpa is busy with big business every day, so let me help you solve this matter, okay? ? "
Uncle Song, who was following behind, immediately pointed the finger at the culprit and criticized him harshly, "Song Yin, are you dead? Why don't you come and apologize to Long Long? ! You have caused such a big disaster, how can you stand there like a fool! ! "
Song Yin has been ruthlessly accused for too long, and he is more or less numb. However, when he saw that his grandfather also treated him differently, his cold heart still hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.
Second Uncle Song and Third Uncle Song were both present, complaining one after another.
"Song Yin, you are already an adult, why are you still arguing with a child? You are just like your father who is stubborn with his mouth."
"I was negotiating business with a client today and drank a little too much. My stomach feels uncomfortable. Can I go and have a rest first?"
When the second aunt heard her husband complaining about stomachache, she immediately ran over and hugged the second uncle's arm, asking about his well-being, complaining all the time, "I persuaded dad to send this child to an orphanage. Look at him, with his hair disheveled and looking weird all day long. He might be cursing us in his heart."
The Song family began to complain at once, some crying, some complaining, and suddenly a small rejection came out in the noisy environment.
"I... don't..."
Uncle Wu held his favorite purple clay teapot and lazily lifted his eyelids. "Xiao Yin, your attitude is problematic. It's not that I don't, it's that I'm sorry. For an adult, are these three words difficult to say?"
Song Weilong was a little kid, and he cried a few more times with a long tone at the right time.
Song Yin clenched his fists, held his breath, and shouted loudly.
"I don't live in this house anymore!!"
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