What the hell is blocking alcohol?
Did he know Zhao Ziyu before?
...Zhao Ziyu suddenly decided to return to City A? Is this the genius solution that 008 and the Lord God came up with on the spur of the moment?
Song Yu's expression instantly became as if he was facing a great enemy.
Song Wanying chuckled, reached out to pinch his face, and said, "Why are you so surprised? You were close when you were kids, so you won't be strangers when you meet."
Song Yu opened her hand, turned away, and pursed his lips meaningfully: "We'll talk about it later."
The neon lights outside the car window flashed on his face.
Song Yu's face was cold, pale and delicate, yet contained a cold and fierce aura. It's like a small animal guarding its food, baring its displeased fangs at a sudden invader.
While Song Wanying was admiring her brother's smooth skin, she was amused by her own idea. What the hell is this little beast guarding its food?
When I returned to the Song family, except for my brother, Song's mother and father were also there.
After not seeing him for such a long time, Mother Song was so excited to see him that she almost burst into tears. She asked him about his well-being and after learning that he had been safe and stable in Jingcheng, she finally believed what the doctor said.
"What Doctor Xu said is right. The last time I was discharged from the hospital, I was almost fully recovered."
She sighed, "I originally agreed to let you go to Jingcheng because I was afraid that your father and I would be too busy at work to take care of you. I thought that with your grandmother here, the old lady would be more attentive and could take care of you more, so that you can recover well. It's been half a year, how do you feel?"
Who would believe that he went to Jingcheng to recuperate?
Song Yu was too embarrassed to tell his mother what he had done in Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School.
No matter what disease you have, it's more likely that you get sick from making others angry.
"It's pretty good. The teachers are kind and the classmates are friendly. The class atmosphere is also very good and there are rarely any conflicts among us." Song Yu said calmly.
Mother Song nodded with satisfaction, and told him to go back to his room to rest for a while and then prepare for dinner.
He hadn't lived in the room in the main house of the Song family for a long time, and the servants had cleaned it carefully before he came.
As soon as Song Yu entered, he was attracted by the photos on the table.
The photo shows him when he was forced to wear a suit as a child. He has milky white skin, soft light brown hair, clear brown eyes, and an impatient look. Frowning, pouting, glancing at the camera. In Song Wanying's own words, "If you weren't cute, you would have been beaten when you were a child."
Song Yu put down the suitcase, walked over, touched the photo, and smiled slowly.
His bedroom is on the far right of the second floor, with a garden outside the window. It is already night time, and it has snowed in City A. It is all white outside, and the snow on the fountain sculptures reflects the moonlight.
The servant brought him a blanket and called him downstairs to eat.
When he walked out the door, he happened to bump into Mr. Song who was coming down from the third floor carrying a parrot.
Mr. Song is a fire-breathing dragon outside, but has entered retirement mode at home. Wearing gray pajamas and slippers, he looks like a middle-aged old man who is decadent at home.
As he walked downstairs, he taught the parrot in the cage, "Did Song Wanying teach you these messy things?"
The macaw in the cage has gorgeous feathers, but it keeps saying cheesy love words: "There's something on your face today, it's pretty, pretty."
Director Song got angry and shook the cage: "Why don't you learn something else instead of learning these?"
The parrot was shaken and swayed, but it still kept chattering: "The governor can set the fire, but you can't leave me!"
Director Song was furious and even more angry: "What is she thinking about all day long as a girl!"
This is how Song Yu caught Mr. Song's eye.
The two looked at each other.
Song Yu: "...Dad."
Why should he bear the consequences of the sins committed by Song Wanying and her trash parrot?
When Director Song saw him, the anger on his face froze for a moment, then he snorted unnaturally and stuffed the cage into his hands: "Are you back? From now on, this stupid bird raised by your sister will be under your care."
Song Yu held the bird in his hand, and the parrot was still chattering, "In the eyes of lovers, there is only you, not Xi Shi, but only you."
He curled the corner of his mouth, thinking that his father was really careless. After a month in his hands, this parrot might turn from a bootlicker into a nitpicker.
Hand the parrot to the servant beside him.
When they went downstairs, Song Wanying was already ready, and Mother Song waved at them.
The whole family sat down, and first Director Song made a perfunctory speech as the head of the family, asking about Song Yu's situation in Jingcheng and then about his studies.
Song Yu really has a lot to say.
"It's OK, just average, I can maintain the top three in the class. Jingcheng's exams are just so-so, I got bored when I was writing the final exam and fell asleep."
Song Wanying almost choked when she drank the soup with a spoon.
Director Song didn't understand him yet, so he just thought he was talking nonsense and asked, "Aren't you going to talk about that classmate you get along really well with?"
Song Yu paused as he held the fork: "...Which one?"
Mr. Song: "The one who gave me the watch."
Song Yu felt guilty and lowered his head, saying, "What can I say?"
Director Song said slowly: "You are not young, so you have many secrets."
Song Yu looked up and simply shifted the blame, saying, "I'm not the one with so many secrets. You heard what the parrot said just now. Shouldn't you ask your sister what she did outside first? I think she seems to be in love."
Song Wanying was having a rest while drinking soup. She glanced at Song Yu with a sharp look and explained directly, "I'm not in love. I just fell in love with a little actress."
Speaking of her idol, Song Wanying immediately put down her spoon, her eyes sparkling: "Hey, Dad, do you remember the poster I showed you last time? Isn't that swordsman very handsome? Are you interested in investing in the guy your daughter has chosen? I think he will be a big hit, and a cash cow worth cultivating."
For the huge Song Group, the profits brought by a film and television entertainment company may not be enough, let alone an artist.
Mr. Song has never been a loving father who dotes on his children: "Why do you want me to invest in something you like?"
Song Wanying: "Because he's handsome!"
Director Song sneered, "Oh."
Song Wanying hardened her heart and fought for her idol: "How about you transfer to an entertainment company for me to play with?"
Song Yu laughed out loud.
It's really difficult for her to inherit the family business just to chase stars. Doesn't she know her own limits?
Director Song: "As a girl, can you be more reserved?"
Mother Song shook her head helplessly, thinking that her daughter was really obsessed: "Wanying, aren't you the one who is most opposed to working in the company? Just eat well."
Song Wanying snorted and could only choose to shut her mouth.
Fortunately, with Song Wanying's interruption, Song Yuwan didn't have to answer the question from that "classmate".
On the first day Song Yu returned to City A, he missed Xie Sui a little. We chatted in the evening and I told him about the parrot and his family. After talking for a long time, I got bored and asked him directly.
【Song Yu: When will you come? 】
【Xie Sui: Very quickly.】 】
Song Yu's finger stopped on the phone screen, and he wanted to tell him something about Zhao Ziyu.
But I subconsciously rejected this name, so I gave up.
He simply called.
Xie Sui picked up the phone, and a familiar cold voice came through the phone: "Are you still not asleep?"
Song Yu: "It's still early. What are you doing now?"
Xie Sui glanced at the files on the computer and the video chat that had just ended, lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, "Do your homework."
Song Yu was shocked. It turned out that Xie Sui was lazy in school and only worked hard during the holidays.
He was stunned for a moment, then jokingly said, "Great, great! Is this the secret skill you've been hiding for so many years?"
Xie Sui smiled: "Well, I'll just tell you."
Even though we were at such a long distance, the words spoken with a smile seemed to be warm in my ears.
Song Yu touched his earlobe embarrassedly: "Then you should do your homework well. I won't disturb you anymore. I'm hanging up."
Xie Sui chuckled, his voice lazy: "Why are you hanging up? I've finished my homework, but I haven't heard enough of your voice."
Song Yu's eyes widened slightly: "???"
It's sweet in my heart, but the point is: "Is this really your first time in love? Thank God, it's not bad, you have a lot of sweet words to say."
Xie Sui: “Instinct.”
Song Yu complained: "Before, everything you did was talent, but now everything is instinct."
Xie Sui's dark eyes looked into the distance, but he spoke with a smile, casual and nonchalant, as if joking: "Maybe, we were lovers in our previous life."
Previous life.
When he mentioned these three words, Song Yu became alert and sad.
There was a long silence.
Xie Sui seemed to have noticed something was wrong with him and called out, "Yu Yu?"
In front of 008, Song Yu sneered at the original plot and made blatant sarcasm. But when facing Xie Sui, it is impossible not to care.
According to 008's original words, it was Zhao Ziyu who helped Xie Sui block a bullet, so Xie Sui fell in love with him?
why?
Oh, there was a long foreshadowing at the beginning, with the two of them spending every day together on the deserted island, and Zhao Ziyu chatting with them from the heart.
Song Yu gritted her teeth and asked frankly, "Xie Sui, do you like me because I treat you well?"
Xie Sui didn't know how to answer this question. He pointed his finger at the table and smiled.
no.
How could that be possible.
After returning to City A in his previous life, countless people treated him well, both sincerely and fakely.
Even later when he took advantage of a trick to leave the Xie family and pretended to be poor and destitute, there were still people willing to selflessly accompany him and help him.
But he didn't need it.
Leng Xin has been lonely and aloof all his life, and he didn't know that he was so easily moved.
"Why do you think so?"
Xie Sui asked him.
Song Yu began to give examples: "If, I mean if, you didn't meet me first, but met someone else first. He chatted with you all day long, talking about warm topics like childhood, family, and the past, and often pestered you, showing you his love and tenderness, and finally when your enemy came, he gave up his life and helped you block a bullet. Would you like him?"
Xie Sui paused as he tapped the table, his eyes half closed and calm and cold: "No."
"I don't like talking about those things with people, and I don't like people probing my thoughts."
"If you keep pestering me again and again."
He joked: "Maybe I was the one who fired that shot."
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