When Xia Zhiye returned to the house, Song Yan was changing his clothes and walked over to turn over the collar of his coat at the back for him: "Brother Yan, let's discuss something with you."

"Um."

"I have to go out for my evening self-study, and I may not be back until around eleven o'clock. You should wait for me in the dormitory alone for a while."

"Oh, I see."

"Gone?"

Xia Zhiye asked.

Song Yan turned around and said, "Otherwise?"

"As my boyfriend, shouldn't you torture me about my whereabouts to see if I have a private meeting with others?" Xia Zhiye asked confidently.

Song Yan replied expressionlessly: "Did you watch too many family ethics dramas with grandma?"

Xia Zhiye: "..."

alright.

Originally, I thought that Song Yan would be unhappy if we agreed to spend our birthday together tonight, but Song Yan would not care at all.

And Song Yan just thought it was just right. Anyway, he had to go out for self-study at night, and he came back almost before eleven o'clock, which saved the trouble of explaining to Xia Zhiye.

After all, if Xia Zhiye knew that he was going to accompany Song Minghai to play in order to change the air conditioner for his grandmother, he would probably feel uncomfortable, so if he didn't say anything, it would be good to let Xia Zhiye have a happy birthday.

So the topic came to an abrupt end, and no one said anything more.

Song Yan lowered her head and caressed about the sleeves of her coat, while Li Zhili suddenly felt dark in front of her eyes, warmed her neck, raised her eyes slightly, and caught sight of the thick red knitted fabric on the other's chest and a pair of slender and fair hands.

Those hands were holding the two ends of a dark blue thick knitted fabric, and skillfully tied a beautiful knot on Song Yan's chest, and then tucked the hem into the neckline of Song Yan's coat.

The same style of scarf, the same style of tying the scarf, is almost like writing a couple dress on the face.

Song Yangang wanted to ask Xia Zhiye if he thought he didn't die fast enough for fear that Liu Deqing wouldn't find out that they were in a puppy love, but as soon as he looked up, his lips were touched lightly.

Then he saw Xia Zhiye scowling, looking at him, smiling happily and tenderly: "Good morning, boyfriend."

"..."

After a brief stagnation, Song Yan felt that this couple's outfit might not be so obvious.

After all, the first day together.

It can still be a bit of a ritual.

But only this day, the next is not an example.

Men can't love brains.

Song Yan walked out of the yard with a stern face.

Xia Zhiye looked at someone who was confused by a good morning kiss, lowered his head and chuckled, pushed out his bicycle, straddled his long legs, rode in front of Song Yan, stopped, tilted his head and smiled: "He has a boyfriend. Exclusive throne, what other way to go, come up."

Indeed, it has been a long time since enjoyed Xia Zhiye's exclusive pick-up and drop-off benefits, and still miss it a little.

When he sat in the back seat and felt the soft and firm touch of the familiar pink bicycle, Song Yan really realized that Xia Zhiye had returned from Beijing, and he could sleep for another ten minutes every morning in the future.

This small satisfaction suddenly made Song Yan feel better, he let out a sigh of satisfaction, lowered his head and hid his chin in the scarf, and was about to insert his hands into his pockets when Xia Zhiye dragged his wrist forward and brought him in. Xia Zhiye's own coat pocket.

Song Yan: "?"

"I see other boyfriends holding their girlfriends like this when they carry their girlfriends, so their hands won't freeze." Xia Zhiye said while rubbing Song Yan's hand, trying to use his body temperature to cool Song Yan. Warm the hard knuckles.

Song Yan moved her fingertips slightly, but she didn't break free in the end, she just threw out a sentence: "I'm not your girlfriend."

"Boyfriends will also be in the same pain." Xia Zhiye said, turning around and lifting the scarf for him, "Let your face on my back later, so that the wind won't blow the cute little face of Princess Yanyan."

After saying that, before Song Yan could react, he stepped on the pedal hard, and with a smile, he drove Song Yan quickly out of the white alley behind the snow.

And Song Yan, who was behind him, hugged Xia Zhiye's waist tightly because of her instinctive inertia, so she didn't have time to beat him.

The cold wind of the deep winter was blowing like this, but it didn't hit Song Yan's exposed skin at all.

He put his hands in Xia Zhiye's pockets, wrapped his arms around his waist, put his face against his back, smelled the reassuring smell on his body and the warm body temperature of ironing, and thought that he had a boyfriend. do you feel.

Not bad actually.

At least would rather sit behind Xia Zhiye's bicycle and laugh than cry in Song Minghai's Maybach.

Song Yan closed his eyes with satisfaction and relaxation, and even wanted to take the opportunity to catch up.

As a result, not long after it was closed, I heard the ground shaking and the mountain shaking: "Xia Zhiye! Stop me! You are so bold! How dare you have an open and above-mentioned puppy love!"

Song Yan's heart tightened and he opened his eyes.

And as soon as he opened it, he met Liu Deqing's mung bean eyes that were originally angry but turned into a stunned look.

So Song Yan blinked.

Liu Deqing also blinked.

"..."

After a silent confrontation, Liu Deqing sent out a soulful question: "Why are you?!"

After asking, he turned his head to look at Xia Zhiye: "Why do you still laugh like a spring breeze while you are carrying a boy?!"

Xia Zhiye was aggrieved to death: "Director, I finally returned to my alma mater today because I had been away from school for too long, so I showed a moved and happy smile. Can't you feel my love for No. 3 Middle School?"

Liu Deqing: "..."

Is it really?

Xia Zhiye's mouth, a liar, Liu Deqing didn't believe it at all, and looked at Song Yan, the honest student in his heart: "Tell me, why do you two go to school together? Why are you sitting on the back seat of his bicycle?"

Song Yan directly responded to everything with an indifferent face: "A dormitory. I'm going to be late. I can't ride a bike."

Liu Deqing: "..."

It doesn't sound wrong.

Seeing Liu Deqing's shaken expression, Song Yan added expressionlessly: "Teacher, early self-study is about to start, although Xia Zhiye won the gold medal of the Olympiad and I won the first place in the Qingcai Cup, but we all feel that the usual I can't let go of learning, I haven't memorized the words today, can you let me go back to the classroom first?"

As soon as Song Yan left Xia Zhiye's buff, he was a standard taciturn and ruthless academic tyrant who never had to worry about his teacher.

When Liu Deqing heard that he was always thinking about studying, he immediately thought that these two were the few young children of Qingbei in the third middle school, and quickly let go.

However, after the two of them walked away, he couldn't help but licked his shiny forehead.

Obviously, when he looked at it from a distance just now, he felt that it must be a girl holding Xia Zhiye's waist. That kind of atmosphere, that kind of emotion, he must have been in a puppy love for decades.

But it's really just two big boys.

So is it really because he is old? Eyes and intuition are not working well?

Liu Deqing's back was under the afterglow of the rising sun, suddenly aged many years.

As soon as he left Liu Deqing's field of vision, Song Yan jumped off the bicycle, put his hands in his pockets, and quickly walked towards the classroom with his head down.

Xia Zhiye hurriedly parked the car, and quickly followed with two long legs: "Brother Yan, wait for me."

Song Yan didn't look back: "Stay away from me at school."

"What, having an underground love?" Xia Zhiye smiled and hugged Song Yan's shoulder from behind.

Song Yan turned his shoulder to the side and threw his arm away: "Or do you want to be caught by Liu Deqing?"

Being caught by Liu Deqing is a small matter, but after being caught by Liu Deqing and telling Song Minghai it is a big deal.

After all, Song Minghai really did something like throwing a checkbook on Xia Zhiye's face and saying "give you five million and leave my son".

Just thinking about it, Song Minghai got out of the car arrogantly, then looked around the small dilapidated yard in Zaijiuxiang, and then groaned with contempt and ridicule, using money to coerce and lure grandma and little mahjong, Song Yan's scalp went numb.

It's already 2020, and he doesn't want to let this kind of bloody plot of wealthy elders throwing money at poor boys and hitting little mandarin ducks happen to him.

So at least before he became an adult, he didn't want Song Minghai to know that there was a person like Xia Zhiye, let alone let him find out that he was in a puppy love with a man.

Xia Zhiye didn't take it seriously, and put his arms around Song Yan again with a shameless face: "If you are caught, you will be caught. The big deal is to drop out of school. I will steal the battery car to support you, sh-"

Song Yan responded with a cold face and an elbow with a backhand, with a very firm attitude.

Xia Zhiye stopped teasing him, hooked his neck and laughed in a low voice, "Don't worry, I know it well, and I will definitely not let Liu Deqing catch it."

"Then let go of your paws first."

"Row."

"Don't talk to me in class."

"no problem."

"You're not allowed to speak shamelessly after class."

"What you say is what you say."

"Eat each one's own."

"Okay."

Xia Zhiye smiled and agreed.

Anyway, Song Yan would definitely not last for a day, otherwise the bad habits that he had worked so hard to cultivate for him would be in vain.

Xia Zhiye thought of the "21-day cold treatment plan" that Song Yan had died on the first day, and began to be blindly confident.

However, when things really happened, he felt as if something was wrong.

After Song Yan arrived in the classroom, there was already a breakfast that Xiao Pang helped bring.

Song Yan can peel tea eggs by himself.

Song Yan will pick up the water by himself.

Someone waited while Song Yan was eating lunch, and Song Yan patiently picked out the things he didn't want to eat.

Song Yan even accepted the cheapest flavored milk tea for three yuan per cup in the school cafeteria.

Xia Zhiye was shocked.

After school in the afternoon, when Song Yan was sipping milk tea and preparing to go to the cafeteria with Xiaopang and the others for dinner as usual, Xia Zhiye pressed him back to his seat and snatched the three-dollar milk tea from his hand.

Song Yan looked puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Xia Zhiye looked serious: "Don't you know how to peel tea eggs? Don't you even think Mixue Bingcheng and Coco are cheap and don't want to drink? And don't you like eating in cafeterias?"

It's all a mess of questions.

Does Xia Zhiye have a bad mind?

Song Yan felt a little irritable at the thought of going to the cafeteria late and having to queue for a long time: "I bought you a watch before, didn't I run out of money?"

"That watch is 42,000 yuan. You should have at least 50,000 yuan on you. How can you not even be able to order takeout?"

"Didn't I give you five thousand cash back...Wait."

"etc."

Two "wait" sounds together.

Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan: "When did you give me five thousand cash?"

Song Yan realized that he had slipped the tongue, and was too lazy to hide it, so he said angrily, "Otherwise, do you think the money in your schoolbag fell from the sky?"

Money in the bag?

Xia Zhiye dragged his schoolbag out of the table and took out all the thick stack of books, only to find that there was a thick envelope at the bottom of the innermost layer.

Xia Zhiye looked at the stack of brand new pink banknotes inside, then looked at the three-dollar milk tea, and remembered that Song Yan, who had only eaten takeaway before, was also used to the greasy and unpalatable food in the cafeteria, and suddenly felt a little bit in his heart. Indescribable sour feeling.

He always thought that in his relationship with Song Yan, he was the one who did more, but in fact, in a place he hadn't seen or noticed, a bad-tempered young master had already done more than him. many.

On the other end, Song Yan also realized that the problem was wrong, and frowned slightly: "How do you know that I have at least fifty thousand on me?"

"Well, actually..."

"Wait." Just as Xia Zhiye was about to open his mouth to confess, Song Yan's phone screen lit up. After signaling Xia Zhiye to keep his voice down, he picked up the phone with an extremely indifferent tone, "Well, I see, you are waiting for me at the school gate. , I'll come by myself."

After hanging up the phone, he said to Xia Zhiye, "I'll go out first, and I'll come back if I have anything."

After he finished speaking, he carried his schoolbag and walked outside the classroom.

Xia Zhiye's words were already on his lips, and he could only swallow them. He happened to bump into Little Fatty and forgot to take the meal card and hurried back to the classroom, so he stopped him: "Fang taste, what's going on?"

Little Fatty rarely heard someone call him by his name. He had a premonition that something bad was going on, and said alertly, "What's wrong, Master Xia, Brother Yan has quarreled with you again?"

"No, I just wanted to ask what you promised me to help me take care of Song Yan?"

Before leaving, Xia Zhiye bought him a set of limited-edition figures that Little Fatty had coveted for a long time to help take care of Song Yan, the eldest young master.

"Isn't that taking good care of it?" The little fat monk Zhang Er was puzzled, "and I've also educated me to hate my brother. I said that he was too old and had a temper, was too picky, and couldn't live a good life. It can't be like this. If you have to change, you need to learn to be diligent and thrifty and be self-reliant, otherwise the people around you will be very tired. Look, isn’t it better now?”

Fatty is quite proud.

Xia Zhiye: "..."

good ass.

Song Yan originally felt that his own personality was not likable, and only by taking the initiative to give others a lot could others like him.

That's why Xia Zhiye was willing to indulge his bad temper and indulge his bad habits all the time, just to let him know that even if he has shortcomings, he is enough to be liked by others.

Now that this is done, Song Yan may really feel that only if he changes, he will be liked.

But he couldn't say that Xiaopang did anything wrong. After all, Xiaopang was really doing it for Song Yan's sake.

But Xia Zhiye felt distressed as long as he thought that Song Yan had heard others tell him what he needed to change, and then lay in bed to reflect on his doubts about himself, and then wronged himself to change it.

It hurts even more when he thinks that a young master like Song Yan actually started saving money for himself.

Xia Zhiye felt that when Song Yan came back, he must have a good chat with him.

However, before Song Yan came back, Xia Yu's WeChat popped up on the screen: [At the school gate, come out soon]

So I can only send a WeChat message to Song Yan: [I ordered tea and takeaway for you, wait for me to come back, I have something important to tell you at night. ]

When Song Yan received this WeChat message, she had just walked to the school gate, thinking about what important things Xia Zhiye could tell him, when she looked up, she was blinded by a bright red Ferrari two-door supercar at the school gate. dog eyes.

Even Song Minghai's Maybach seemed low-key against the backdrop of this extraordinarily exaggerated supercar.

However, Song Yan has been a person who has seen all kinds of luxury cars since he was a child. This kind of sports car with millions of dollars is not enough to attract his attention. What really attracted his attention was the young man leaning on the supercar. girl.

very beautiful.

Still so pretty.

I don’t know if it’s because of dyed hair and colored contact lenses, but in the end, have big soft and fluffy waves and light brown eyes. The skin is very white, the eye sockets are deep, and the eye shape is peach blossom eyes with inner hooks and outer curls. It looks a bit mixed blood. There is also an inexplicable familiarity.

But I should have never seen this girl before, otherwise I shouldn't remember this kind of appearance, but if I haven't seen it, what is this inexplicable familiarity?

Song Yan was thinking about it, and when he glanced at it, his eyes fell on the girl's wrist, and then his eyes became cold and abnormal in an instant.

——The girl wears a limited-edition Cartier diamond bracelet on her wrist, which is exactly the same as the one on the avatar of the rich woman [Lady Mikeye] who often finds Xia Zhiye to play with.

No wonder she felt familiar to him.

But why did she appear at the entrance of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School?

Or is it Christmas Eve and Xiazhi Wild Day?

And it just so happens that Xia Zhiye has something to go out tonight?

All kinds of conditions are added together, and the answer is ready to come out.

Song Yan clenched his fists unconsciously, thinking that he would call Xia Zhiye out to confront him.

But doing so was embarrassing.

Moreover, Song Yan believed in Xia Zhiye, believed that Xia Zhiye would not do anything beyond the bottom line, also believed that Xia Zhiye would not betray him, and even believed that Xia Zhiye could handle this matter well.

But he told himself this intellectually, but emotionally he couldn't control it at all. Song Yan clenched his fists tightly, biting his back molars, and couldn't help cursing in his heart.

Stupid Xia Zhiye.

Garbage Xia Zhiye.

Beast Xia Zhiye.

Dogs are wilder than Xiazhi.

It's really impatient to live to see other rich women secretly behind his back without reporting in advance.

When he comes back in the evening and doesn't let him see the Song family's family rules, he won't want to be the daughter-in-law of the Song family!

Song Yan thought about it, took a deep breath, tried to swallow his anger, adjusted his state, tidied his hair and coat, and waited until he made sure that his demeanor was correct, then walked up to the girl and said coldly and alienatedly, "You are here to find Xia Zhiye. Yes."

Xia Yu was originally waiting for Xia Zhiye to be bored, but when she heard the voice, she raised her head abruptly, and saw a particularly beautiful little boy, she immediately became excited and smiled very movingly: "Yes, little brother, how did you know that? Ah?"

Who is your brother.

Are all good-looking boys your brother?

Song Yan thought that the girl's name was Xia Zhiye and she was also a younger brother, and she felt very uncomfortable, but she still maintained her basic upbringing: "Well, I'm his roommate, and I'm fortunate to see your photos."

"Oh, that's how it is……"

wrong.

etc.

roommate? !

Xia Zhiye's roommate? !

When Xia Yu realized that the beautiful boy in front of her was very likely to be her future younger brother "sister", her whole body became more energetic.

Just as he was about to recognize his relatives on the spot, he heard his noble and beautiful younger brother "sister" speak coldly: "Although I don't know exactly what your relationship is, I still want to say that Xia Zhiye is underage and already You're not single anymore, so I hope you'll be careful with your senses."

After he finished speaking, he left a sentence "Happy Christmas Eve to you", and turned around to the Maybach behind him, leaving no room for discussion.

Xia Yu was stunned.

What does it mean?

Is it true that children nowadays are so popular in declaring their sovereignty?

After Song Yan sat in the co-pilot, he recalled what he had done just now, and after confirming that he had not lost his temper, he let out a long breath.

Fortunately, Song Minghai's discontinued Maybach looks more low-key than the Ferrari, but it is actually more expensive, and he is not defeated.

At least let the rich woman know that Xia Zhiye is definitely not just a rich friend of hers, and she can be more afraid of what she does.

And Song Minghai had been burying his head in the car and looking at the financial statements. He didn't notice Song Yan's behavior just now. He just heard the movement of him getting into the car, and said without looking up, "Let's go."

Hearing the words, the driver immediately started the vehicle and quickly drove away from the old street in front of the school.

After the vehicle arrived at the five-star hotel in the city center, Song Minghai did not take Song Yan directly to the banquet hall, but took him back to the hotel suite on the top floor.

He took out an expensive white dress from the closet and threw it to him: "Take off your hideous scarf for me, put on this one, and someone will come over with your hair later. Take care of it for you."

Your scarf is horribly ugly.

Song Yan confidently felt that Song Minghai had no aesthetics at all.

However, although he couldn't get along with Song Minghai, his education since childhood had made him accustomed to the most basic social etiquette and banquet cultivation, so even though he disagreed with Song Minghai's evaluation of his scarf, he still chose to take over the dress.

He just coldly and meanly refused the proposal to take care of his hair: "I don't need my hair, I'm not your female companions who need Israeli waiters."

Song Minghai didn't get angry, he just walked to the full-length mirror and picked out a brooch for himself: "It's alright, it's good to be student-like with hair like this, it doesn't seem so deliberate."

Song Yan didn't even bother to roll his eyes, picked up his clothes and went into the suite.

He is tall, and his skeleton is not wide, but he is better than his narrow waist and long legs. The white dress that should have made him look fat is just right on him, and he has the taste of a noble young master.

When he came out after changing his clothes, what he received was Song Minghai's satisfied gaze: "Yes, it's not ashamed to take it out."

After speaking, he threw another delicately packaged gift box over: "The gift is also prepared for you, you can give it to the birthday star with your own hands."

It's quite heavy, don't know what it is.

Song Yan opened the box and saw that lying on the dark blue velvet was a silver dagger with a jeweled hilt.

Song Minghai explained slowly and friendly: "This is a Victorian cultural relic, worth 170,000, and the birthday star is exactly 17 years old."

Really worth the money.

"It seems that Song always has something to ask for."

Song Yan's tone was not without ridicule.

Song Minghai was noncommittal: "There is a project that needs to shoot a piece of land in Nanwu, but something has gone wrong now. If there is no connection with their family, this piece of land cannot be filmed, and all the initial investment can only be put on hold, and the capital chain will appear. Question, your life in brocade clothing and jade food is probably no longer guaranteed, do you understand, Master Song?"

"clear."

"If you understand, I hope you can perform well tonight."

Song Yan doesn't know how to behave well, but anyway, if he is in a bad mood, Song Minghai will be embarrassed in front of people who need to please, but he is very happy.

So he put away the knife and responded perfunctorily: "Okay, President Song, so can we go to celebrate our birthday now? I have to go back to the dormitory before eleven o'clock."

Song Minghai finally picked out a brooch he was satisfied with. Don't worry, he straightened the collar of his suit: "Okay, let's go."

I have to say that when Song Minghai wears formal clothes, he has a bit of the tyranny of Mary Sue's novels, and Song Yan's eyebrows are even more delicate and beautiful. Wearing formal clothes, his cold face looks more advanced.

When two people appeared in the banquet hall at the same time, they immediately caught the attention of most people in the venue.

In addition, Song Minghai does have a small position in the shopping mall, and the number of people who come up to flatter and praise him is countless.

Song Minghai's goal was very clear. After a few polite words, he picked up his wine glass and took Song Yan to the center of the venue: "Your grandfather Xia's grandson is about the same age as you, with good grades and good overall quality. , If nothing else, I plan to help him apply for the Ivy League next year, remember to chat with him later and learn from him."

"By the way, can you help your partner's favorability?"

Song Yan didn't plan to save any face for Song Minghai, so he glanced lazily at the banquet hall.

The 24-hour constant temperature and oxygenated space is full of fragrant temples, and the cakes are staggered. The ten-story cake tower in the middle of the room should be from a star pastry chef, and it looks exquisite.

Song Yan suddenly felt quite ironic.

They are all surnamed Xia, and they all have one-day birthdays. As a result, some people need to find ways to change the air conditioner, some people have a 24-hour constant temperature system, some people are reluctant to buy a cake, and some people spend hundreds of thousands of dollars. Just for a dinner party full of strangers.

If it wasn't for changing the air conditioner and buying a cake for the person he likes, he wouldn't have to follow Song Minghai to such a boring place.

Maybe at this moment, you can follow Xia Zhiye and drink milk tea and play games secretly in the last row of the classroom, so you can feel more comfortable.

Thinking about it, Song Yan even lost a bit of sympathy for the protagonist of this birthday party. She just wanted to perfunctory and leave as soon as possible. After all, the cake ordered for Xia Zhiye was still waiting for him to go back and pick it up. The date scumbag waits for the washboard to kneel.

So, holding the gift box with one hand, he turned around and asked Song Minghai, "What's the name of your partner's grandson? I'll go and give him the gift and leave."

As a result, just after asking, Song Minghai seemed to have suddenly seen someone, put on a modest and gentle smile, raised the wine glass behind Song Yan, and walked over slowly: "Elder Xia, long time no see, you are doing well recently. ."

It seems that the master has arrived.

Song Yan heard the words and followed Song Minghai's direction and turned around expressionlessly: "Xia..."

I was going to say a few polite words, but when I turned around and saw the scene in front of me, the word Xia was stuck in my throat.

In front of him stood a thin and shrewd old man in a Tang suit with a childish face.

The old man's left arm is holding a young girl, with big beige waves, with peach eyes bent, smiling, and the Cartier bracelet on his hand is shining in the light.

On the right side of the old man stood a slender and tall boy, wearing a black custom suit with no logo that looked expensive and unusual, but a thick red scarf that looked inferior at first glance.

The shallow forehead hair was pulled back, revealing the three-dimensional facial features with high nose and deep eyebrows and a pair of attractive peach eyes.

Those light-brown eyes that usually carried a loose smile were also full of shock and sluggishness and fear of death at this moment, as if they had seen someone unexpected.

Between the eyes of the four, the atmosphere fell into a stagnant silence that was almost suffocating.

Song Yan thought that there must be two people in this world who look exactly the same, have the same surname, and have the same birthday.

Maybe this person is just Xia Zhiye's half-brother.

Or the biological brother of the same mother, twins, but Xia Zhiye was unfortunately lost for some reason and was living abroad.

After all, the person in front of him could not be Xia Zhiye.

Even if it is, it must be just an illusion.

Otherwise, one of him and Xia Zhiye would have to die.

But they just got together today, and it is cruel to die, so this person must not be Xia Zhiye.

However, Song Minghai's rare gentle and kind voice sounded cruelly in his ear: "Come on, Xiaoyan, let me introduce to you, this is your grandfather Xia's granddaughter, Xia Yu, this is your grandfather Xia's grandson, Xia Zhiye. "

So at that moment, Song Yan was completely unable to describe how his brain and heart felt.

I only know that fortunately, Song Minghai's gift was a knife.

Convenience.