Song Yan, as if he didn't understand, raised his head and stared at Xia Zhiye blankly. After watching for a long time, he lowered his head, buried his head in Xia Zhiye's neck, and said in a loud voice, "Liar."

Xia Zhiye inserted his fingers into the ends of his hair, and scratched twice as if soothing: "I didn't lie to you."

"Then why don't they like me."

"Because fools like fools."

A little silence is like thinking.

Then Song Yan raised his head and said with a serious face, "So you are a fool."

The logic fits perfectly.

Xia Zhiye: "..."

This little thing is just as irritating as it is drunk or not.

Not only annoying, but also clingy.

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

In the end, it was Grandma Liu who brought the porridge over, so she reluctantly let go.

It is very good to drink porridge. Xia Zhiye gave him a spoonful, and he would drink it. If it was hot, he would blink his eyes lightly, and would not speak, but swallowed slowly.

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 you be scolded.

Song Yan's drunk performance is obviously a return to the subconscious of 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 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 wanted to ask.

He also knew that Song Yan was in this state, and he could ask anything he asked.

But Song Yan is a person with strong self-esteem and self-territorial awareness. If he didn't really want to say it, but he took the liberty to ask, it would be too disrespectful to others.

So he didn't say anything. After feeding Song Yan the porridge, he coaxed him to brush his teeth, took a shower, and waited outside the bathroom to blow his hair for him. was dragged.

Turning back, Song Yan put on a docile head of hair, wrapped in a quilt, and raised his 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're going to sleep together now."

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to take a shower."

Xia Zhiye explained patiently.

Song Yan was rarely stubborn: "I don't want to stay in the room alone at night."

"With the lights on, it's not dark."

"do not want."

Song Yan clenched the corner of Xia Zhiye's clothes tightly and pursed the corners of his lips slightly. It wasn't so much that he was acting like a spoiled brat, but it was as if he was afraid that Xia Zhiye would leave him alone.

It is extremely insecure.

Xia Zhiye sighed: "Okay."

Then he took off the quilt and went to bed.

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

This kind of dependent behavior, similar to that of small animals, 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 he was about to hug him, Song Yan turned his head away in the next second, 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.

Heartless little thing.

Only fools like fools, some people are too smart to like you.

When Song Yan woke up, she vaguely remembered these words, but she couldn't remember anything when she thought about it further.

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

Then he froze there, motionless.

Xia Zhiye half propped up his body, propped his head, looked at him, the corners of his lips curved slightly: "Still pretending to be asleep?"

Song Yan lifted her eyelids and looked unkind: "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 hard on his own drink: "No need."

After he finished speaking, he pulled out his phone, checked the time, and got up and got out of bed.

Xia Zhiye asked, "Aren't you going to 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 just 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: "Go back 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, he saw Xia Zhiye leaning against the door with a lunch box in his hand: "Grandma's own sweet-scented osmanthus mooncakes, bring them to taste."

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

After saying that, he hurried to the door.

Xia Zhiye grabbed his wrist.

Song Yan just wanted to ask him what he was doing again, but an umbrella was tucked into his hand: "It's raining outside, be careful on the road. If you're not happy in Beijing, come back early. I've been at home the whole time, and I'm not anywhere. go."

His voice was as loose as ever, but there seemed 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 knows his family and friends well. Xia Zhiye has nothing to worry about about his affairs in Beijing.

But he still replied casually: "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, and I will take you there."

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

The driver said: "Sir, I must take you there."

Song Yan didn't know why their family reunited at the Tan family 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 for Song Minghai.

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

The old man and old lady of the Tan family were intellectuals in the early years. Later, when the old lady became an academician, the old gentleman resigned to start a business, and his career was prosperous and his reputation was good.

It happened that the only daughter under her knees fell in love with a self-made upstart in the business world who was seven years older than her. The two parties hit it off and got engaged.

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

If it weren't for the fact that the day of their engagement was three months after Song Yan's mother died, and Tan Qing was already two months pregnant at that time, even Song Yan felt that there was nothing to blame for this marriage.

But to be honest, Song Yan didn't hate Qin Qing, and he couldn't even say he hated him.

Maybe it was because Qin Qing got married that he realized that not all couples would throw plates and bowls and slap their sons in the face when they were eating, and not all mothers would go hysterical and go crazy, and would take their sons to death with their knives at every turn.

Someone will also hold a parent-teacher meeting for him, buy him clothes on time, and ask him if he has a cold or a cold, not to mention how much truth there is in the middle. hurt.

Therefore, he has always been polite and polite to Qin Qing, but he simply hates Song Minghai.

When we got to Tan's house, the dinner had already started.

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

Just as Song Yan raised her hand to touch his head, Mrs. Tan greeted him, "Lele, come here, don't disturb brother, grandma will peel the shrimp for you."

He tried to do it naturally, but he couldn't hide his nervousness, as if Song Yan was going to eat Song Lele in the next second.

Song Lele has only just turned ten years old, a child who doesn't understand farts, how can he understand these things of adults, when he heard his grandmother call him, he ran over happily.

Song Yan's half-lifted hand was lost, and she didn't say anything.

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."

"You're going to finish high school in that shitty place?"

"Didn't you let me go there?"

"I asked you to go, to make you reflect on your mistakes."

"Then I'm sorry, I haven't found my mistake yet."

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

When he was young, Song Minghai finally raised his head and looked at Song Yan with a scrutiny look: "Isn't 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, but I don't."

"So Shang Wei jumped off by himself?"

"I've also 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."

Exactly the same as 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 after taking a look at Qin Qing's nervous expression, and at Song Lele's fearful innocent eyes, he finally chose to put down his chopsticks calmly and picked up his schoolbag: "Hurry up, I'm full."

After he finished speaking, he got up and walked to the entrance.

Song Minghai said coldly behind him, "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, he 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 of light at night.

Song Yan stood outside the light beam, wearing only a thin coat, Ye Feng pulled up his hem, showing the slender and thin outline unique to 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?"

"Well." Song Yan raised her eyes, "Thanks."

In a simple sentence, Shen Jiayan understood: "I have nothing to say thank you, my mother heard that you are coming, but she is happy, she is waiting for you to help me with my homework. I also steamed a lot of Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs, you can eat more later. ."

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

Every time Song Yan was homeless, it 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 they welcomed Song Yan's arrival every time.

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

"Thank you for coming, otherwise my mother would have to force me to write a whole set of comprehensive papers before letting me sleep." Shen Jiayan slumped onto the bed, exhausted, "But Xiaoyan, when did you turn back?"

"After the college entrance examination."

"What?!" Shen Jiayan was shocked when he heard 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 for me, no one will give me lectures, no one will play games with me, my life is really lonely. Woohoo, my dear, come back early, lost I didn't realize you were so important to my life before, but as long as you can come back to me, I will cherish you."

As Shen Jiayan said that, she crawled to the side of the bed and hugged Song Yan's thigh, snot and tears: "So can you help me finish this math paper first?"

Song Yan: "..."

Such an earth-shattering friendship.

"Really, please, Yan'er, 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 won't give me pocket money if I can't finish the National Day holiday this month, So just do it, save the child." Shen Jiayan hugged Song Yan's thigh and howled miserably.

Song Yan pulled out his leg in disgust: "Okay, bring it here."

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? Does Dad need any special services? Dad, you Is it alright 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 was a huge long table with folded corners. Song Yan was doing math papers at this end, and Shen Jiayan had already started the game at the other end.

While fighting, he 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: "..."

A tacit silence.

"So you should stop talking nonsense, what should you do, and you don't have to 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 froze slightly on the paper.

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

The climate in this city is humid, it always rains, and sunshine is rare. No matter how dry the clothes are, the food will not dry. The food tastes heavy and spicy.

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

But when think of this city, there is a kind of relaxed joy.

Probably because the city doesn't have those painful pasts, and there are no misunderstandings and cold wars that are arguing. There are just some stupid things happening all the time.

But those stupid things, if you think about it carefully, other than being particularly embarrassing, there seems to be nothing to be happy about.

Before leaving, Xia Zhiye's sentence "if you are not happy in Beijing, come back early" is also inexplicable.

Do you want to go back to Nanwu early?

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

How could he have such 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 turned around from the game: "What's wrong? Did you have a bad time in Nanwu? Or did that idiot named Xia Zhiye bully you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yan's phone screen lit up.

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

Song Yan replied: [Less disgusting]

While casually answering Shen Jiayan: "No, he is quite an idiot, but he didn't bully me."

"Xiaoyan." Shen Jiayan called him suddenly.

Song Yan sent WeChat without looking up: "What's wrong?"

"What's your expression like?"

"What expression?"

"You smiled."

"?"

Song Yan raised her head and saw Shen Jiayan's expression of "women's college not staying in the middle": "You laughed, you actually laughed when you were sending WeChat with others, it was that kind of smile that was very natural, sour and sweet, Tell me, did you fall in love with someone else behind my back!"

"..."

Song was fed up, turned his phone, and the screen was facing Shen Jiayan: "Male, height 187, weight 144, one punch can kill two of your men, can you see clearly?"

Shen Jiayan took the letter and took the phone, clicked on the circle of friends, swiped a few times, and found that it was really a man.

Most of my friends are basketball and rock music. In addition, there are a few photos of me just after playing, with broad shoulders and long legs, well-defined, smooth muscles, aggressive offensive, and hormonal breath.

Still a man who is more masculine than the average man.

After a slightly awkward silence, Shen Jiayan said, "What, this guy is quite handsome."

"I don't know if he's handsome or not, but it's annoying anyway." Song Yan got up and walked to the small refrigerator in the corner of the room, and took out a cola.

Shen Jiayan still felt that something was wrong.

Song Yan was clearly smiling just now, and it was that kind of smile.

Could it be the sneer he showed because he hated each other too much?

Shen Jiayan held Song Yan's mobile phone in one hand and gnawed at her fingernails in the other, and fell into deep thought until the earth-shattering "Aced" suddenly startled him.

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

Quickly press and hold the Mic key 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, I will hit me well next time."

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

Song Yan, who had just opened a can of Coke, turned around and said, "?"

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 become an extraordinary master this season, otherwise I will invite them to drink a semester's drinks. But you also know my level, I definitely won't be able to go up if you're not there, so I found a few cheap and good ones to play with."

Song Yan was indifferent: "That's why you're a pervert."

"? No, how can this be called a pervert?" Shen Jiayan tried his best to defend, "You don't understand, it's all forced by life. Now these male high school students who play with them like sweet little rich women, as long as your voice It's sweet enough to be squeamish enough to be coquettish enough, and they won't be angry no matter how much they play, isn't it just to avoid getting scolded a few times."

"It's really promising." Song Yan mocked, "Then why don't you go directly to a power trainer."

"It's not my ability to find a power trainer. I, Shen Jiayan, a dignified seven-foot man, would do something 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 her head, her puppy eyes flashed at Song Yan, full of sincere expectations.

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 the game now!" Shen Jiayan jumped up from the gaming chair happily.

But suddenly Song Yan reached out and held it down: "Wait."

Shen Jiayan looked confused: "what's the matter."

"nothing."

It's like seeing a familiar ID.

Song Yan put down the cola, pushed Shen Jiayan's head away, 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 pick up and play online

[Location]: Xiacheng District, Nanwu City

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

The account ID is only two words different from Xia Zhiye's.

The location is word for word.

And Song Yan remembered that [Lao Niang Meijiye] 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 went to the King of Glory to accompany Xia Zhiye.

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

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 about not cheating the little girl's money, not connecting with wheat, not chatting privately, not listening to coquettish? 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, he 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 in the center of Nanwu City, and in front of the window is a very beautiful young woman.

A V in one hand, a selfie in the other, and the latest Cartier diamond bracelet gleams on the wrist.

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

Song Yan was a little blind, so he couldn't tell what the girls looked like in the photo, but if he remembered correctly, this bracelet was exactly the same as the one on [Lao Niang Meijiye]'s avatar.

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

Song Yan's voice became cold: "Play with me, don't quit."

Shen Jiayan: "?"

"I'll go back to Nanwu after sweeping the grave tomorrow."

"What's the matter, is there something wrong with going back?"

"Um."

"What's up?"

Song Yan tapped the profile of someone on the screen twice with her fingertips, her eyes were indifferent and cold, and then she spat 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".