The southern fog is always rainy and cloudy, and there is no full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Xia Yu took pictures outside for a long time, but couldn't find anything, and threw the phone away: "It's boring."

Xia Zhiye, who was sitting opposite, finally got back his mobile phone and deleted the selfie of a certain lady in the photo album and circle of friends.

In a sloppy tone: "If you're bored, just call your boyfriend and ask him to pick you up. And when you and your boyfriend are cold and want him to come to you, just tell him your location directly, don't use my circle of friends Is it alright to send a selfie and locate it?"

"Aiya, your sister also wants to save face, and use your Moments to post how... eh, that's not right." Xia Yu seemed to have thought of something suddenly, leaned closer to her head, and laughed teasingly, "Are you afraid that someone will be jealous when they see it? , so that's why you mind? Don't worry, my sister will explain it to you when the time comes."

Xia Zhiye didn't think about it at all, but when Xia Yu said this, he suddenly thought of how Song Yan would react if he saw this photo.

After thinking about it for a long time, the answer is that there is no response.

After all, except for those who are extremely gossipy, they should have no reaction to this photo, not to mention Song Yan, a senior believer who is "none of my business and your fart".

When he was slightly distracted, Xia Yu became excited: "Why, who did you think of, tell me to my sister?"

Xia Zhiye didn't lift his eyelids: "I thought of my brother sleeping in the lower bunk."

"..." Xia Yu, "Go away."

Her younger brother is handsome and has a good personality. She originally thought that peach blossom debt must be indispensable, but she didn't bring back a girlfriend for so many years.

Xia Yu didn't watch the excitement anymore, stirring the coffee, which one can't be opened: "But then, do you really plan to spend so much with grandpa?"

"It's okay, I won't starve to death anyway."

Xia Zhiye deserved to be perfunctory.

"Why are you so stubborn? There's nothing wrong with going abroad. Look at your sister and I. I went to the UK in junior high school. Now I graduate from Cambridge, and when I come back, I will join the board of directors. How many people are envious."

When Xia Yu said this, there was no happy expression on her face.

Xia Zhiye also knew that he didn't need to explain at all.

Sure enough, Xia Yu sighed in the next second: "Forget it, I have no freedom in my life, and I can't let my brother pay for it. If you don't have enough money, tell me, anyway, don't succumb to the old man. Yuwei, do you hear me?"

Xia Zhiye didn't answer, just picked up the coffee and took a sip: "Actually, it's not that I don't want to go abroad."

Xia Yu raised an eyebrow.

Xia Zhiye casually said, "I said I wanted to go to USC or New York University to direct, but they didn't agree."

"Nonsense." Xia Yu rolled her eyes, "That group of old antiques can make you learn this?"

In the words of those old antiques, these are not business people.

In their eyes, if it's an incompetent child in the family who wants to play, then they can spend money to let him play, just play art, but Xia Zhiye's achievements and brains are not used to carry forward the family business. What a pity.

Those who didn't know thought that an ordinary private group like the Xia family had the throne to inherit.

"So what are you going to do?" Xia Yu asked.

"talk later."

Xia Zhiye tilted his head to look out the window, the city lights illuminated the deep and shallow puddles on the road, like little moons.

There are always many roads, just like the moon is also many.

Song Yan originally wanted to help Shen Jiayan finish the paper, and by the way, give him some relevant knowledge points to annotate, and then go to bed.

However, when write and write, always think of that circle of friends, and when think about it, always think of that dream that night, and then can't calm down.

A three-dimensional geometric problem, the auxiliary line is drawn so that the Buddha's light shines, and the idea is not calculated.

In the end, simply took the luggage and went to the guest room, intending to take a shower and calm down.

Calm down.

Xia Zhiye is a scumbag.

Song Yan got angrier the more she thought about it in the shower.

Can't Xia Zhiye tell himself that he is short of money? If you are in trouble, will you help yourself? Obviously, with such good grades, if you perform well in the college entrance examination, and if you get a scholarship, university is not a problem. Why do you have to take such a devious path?

Even if he just went to have a meal with others this time, what about next time? What about next time? Once the bottom line is broken, there will never be a bottom line in the future.

Song Yan was upset in this bath.

I turned off the shower head, changed clothes, walked to the balcony, opened the window, and when the night wind blew head, calmed down a little.

What's his point of being so angry?

Who did Xia Zhiye go to meet, who did he eat with, who he was with, and what did it have to do with him? Why is he unhappy? Or what qualification does he have to be unhappy?

Song Yan put her fingertips against the edge of the window, looking at the empty and silent night scene in the villa area.

After a while, the answer came.

It must be because the dream of seeing him as his sister that day at Xia Zhiye's house was too hot, and it left a psychological shadow on him.

After all, Xia Zhiye is also his roommate and tablemate, and now he is about to embark on a wrong path that violates ethics and laws and regulations.

So he was just preventing a pure and beautiful male high school student with excellent grades from going astray.

Thinking of this, Song Yan felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

He took out his mobile phone and called Xia Zhiye.

Xia Zhiye picked it up quickly, and his voice was always loose: "Hey, Song Daxi, what's the matter."

On the other end of the phone, you could clearly hear the violin playing in the western restaurant. Song Yan's tone basically said goodbye to friendliness, and said coldly, "Where are you now."

"Dining out with a sister."

When Xia Yu, who was sitting opposite him, heard this answer, she couldn't help but raised her eyebrows gossiply: "Girlfriend Cha Gang?"

Xia Zhiye felt that if he said yes, Song Yan would be able to beat him to death when he came back, so he casually denied: "No, just a classmate."

The denial is quite fast, and I don't know what I am in a hurry to prove my innocence.

Moreover, the perfunctory introduction of "just a classmate" made Song Yan's tone indifferent for some reason: "I wanted to ask if you were in the dormitory, so forget it."

Xia Zhiye heard the change in tone and asked, "What's wrong."

"It's nothing, I just can't find my Ipad. I don't know if I landed in the airport or in the dormitory."

"Then I'll go back to the dormitory later to help you take a look."

"Row."

If it was normal, Song Yan would definitely choose to buy another Ipad instead of bothering others, but now that he heard that Xia Zhiye was going back to the dormitory later, he was actually relieved.

It's fine not to stay.

But just as he was about to say something, he heard the girl on the other end of the phone say to Xia Zhiye, "Are you going to stay at night? Didn't you say you want to stay with me in a hotel?"

Song Yan's fingertips holding the edge of the phone curled up momentarily, waiting for Xia Zhiye to answer.

"I am busy."

On the other end of the phone, Xia Zhiye answered casually.

The girl's tone seemed a little dissatisfied: "Forget it, you can go back after you finish your work."

Xia Zhiye added: "The dormitory is closed at eleven o'clock."

"It's alright, it's too late." The girl didn't seem to pick, "Ten minutes is enough for you to solve it. I'll go take a shower first, and you knock on the door when you arrive."

"Row."

Xia Zhiye did not refuse this time.

The girl walked away in high heels.

After listening to the conversation, Song Yan, who was already relieved, only felt a surge of anger in his heart, and couldn't help but said coldly, "Xia Zhiye, can you keep yourself clean?"

Song Yan's cold words most of the time are irrelevant and emotionless, but this time it is rare to be really angry.

Xia Zhiye was a little stunned: "Why don't I clean myself up?"

"Going to a room of the opposite sex at night is called cleaning yourself up?"

"I'm going to help her fix a computer."

"..."

After a short silence, Xia Zhiye reacted, feeling angry and funny: "Song Daxi, please explain to me clearly, what do you think I can do in ten minutes?"

Ten minutes is indeed a bit reluctant.

Realizing that he was thinking crookedly, Song Yan couldn't hold his face a little, but he still spit out three words: "It's hard to say."

Hard to say.

The kid is quite annoying.

Xia Zhiye touched his lower molar with the tip of his tongue: "Song Daxi, you've been very arrogant recently."

Song tired of being unreasonable and strong: "So?"

"So do you know that you are now challenging a man's bottom line?"

"Then?"

"Then it's not impossible for me to change the bottom line for you."

The teenager who just passed the voice-changing period, his voice was low, slack and hoarse, and a smile that was wrapped in a little connivance came lazily from the headphones, making people lose their temper in an instant.

It was him who was clearly wronged, and he was the one who took the initiative to coax others, as if he was making trouble without reason.

It's no wonder that he attracts a young, beautiful and rich sister to like him, and it's no wonder that he can make more than 40 girlfriends.

It turns out that this person is always so coaxing.

Truly a scumbag.

But the scum is the scum. Usually it's okay to change more girlfriends. Don't go back to the rich woman and put yourself in it.

Song Yan thought of this, and his tone returned to indifference: "If you really have a bottom line, you should not hook up with some girls, especially those with unknown origins and a lot of money, can you be an upright man."

Without waiting for Xia Zhiye to answer, he just cut off the phone.

Xia Zhiye on the other end of the phone slowly asked a question mark, "?"

His WeChat chat records, including Ruan Tian, ​​Xia Yu, and Grandma Liu in the last month, have not exceeded five in total, so he has hooked up with someone.

And is there a more upright man in this world than him?

no.

Xia Zhiye was very determined.

After Song Yan hung up the phone, she threw the phone and lay down on the bed, feeling a little embarrassed just now.

After all, in terms of Xia Zhiye's physical fitness, ten minutes is indeed impossible. What was he thinking at the time?

But if Xia Zhiye insisted on taking a crooked path, he really couldn't control it, and doing so would be considered the utmost benevolence and righteousness.

Thinking about putting on a quilt and getting ready to sleep.

Blindfolded, the hot-eyed scene of Xia Zhiye lying on the bed while clutching the collar of his school uniform while crying and calling his sister appeared.

Song Yan felt that he was probably helpless.

He lifted the quilt, picked up the phone, and wanted to ask Xia Zhiye if he had returned to the dormitory, but after opening his WeChat avatar, he felt that his share of caring today had exceeded the standard, and it would be strange to ask any more.

So after a little thought, clicked on the companion software.

[People are beautiful and rich, little rich women]: The king

[Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: No

[People are beautiful and rich and rich women are rich]:?

[Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: My roommate told me to stay away from girls with unknown origins and a lot of money like you

Song Yan: "..."

You are a fucking girl of unknown origin.

[Ren, beautiful, rich and rich woman]: Do you listen to your roommate like this?

[Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: Of course.

[People are beautiful and rich, little rich women]: Why?

[Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: Because he is cute.

Song Yan: "..."

You are cute, and your whole family is cute.

[Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: And he treats me well.

Song Yan: "..."

Recalling what he did to Xia Zhiye, he felt that Xia Zhiye had a tendency to tremble.

[Pure and beautiful male high school student picks up and plays online]: Of course, the main reason is because he has a tendency to domestic violence. I can't beat him, so I don't dare not listen.

Song Yan: "..."

Well, Xia Zhiye can die.

[Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: But if you really want to play, it's not impossible. I called my friend to the fifth row, and my roommate can check it out.

Song Yan always felt that there was something wrong with this conversation. It seemed that changing the word "roommate" to another identity would have no sense of disobedience.

And he doesn't really want to play games.

But it was better than Xia Zhiye and other girls staying at the hotel at night, so he replied: [OK]

Xia Zhiye pulled him into the game room.

As soon as you enter, you will see three closely linked IDs:

[Pure and beautiful male high school student]

[Cute and beautiful male high school student]

[Sexy and beautiful male high school student]

Neat and tidy, bright blind dog eyes.

It looked like he was in some kind of nasty game.

But wait?

Sexy and beautiful male high school student?

The terrifying thought in Song Yan's heart hadn't fully formed yet, when the microphone in the lower right corner of the portrait of [sexy and beautiful high school student] lit up, followed by Shang Huai's voice: "I'll pull another client of mine."

After that, an extremely pink avatar filled the last position of the team.

Song Yan looked at the familiar pink avatar and the familiar row below the avatar: "…"

The world is really psychedelic.