Although Xia Zhiye did not develop a more extravagant lifestyle like most of the rich second generation due to the way his parents raised him since he was a child, he has always been casual in terms of material things. Except for Shang Huai and Zhou Ziqiu, no one knew that he was actually a rich second-generation.

But this is the first time someone has used the word "poor".

Xia Zhiye looked at the words "fixed-point poverty alleviation", and after a long silence, sent out three words with a fluke: [He is poor? ]

[YAN]: The family situation is special and life is not easy

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: So you were good to him because you wanted to help him?

[YAN]: Pretty much, not the kind of bullshit you're thinking about anyway. But don't ask or talk about this in the future, after all, other people's private affairs

[YAN]: Okay, let’s play your game. If no one buys the watch, it’s ok to spend 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

[YAN]: down

The moment Song Yan's head turned gray, Xia Zhiye felt that his world had also turned black and white.

Song Yan didn't like him.

Song Yan treats him well just because he is helping the poor.

Song Yan didn't like him.

Song Yan actually didn't like him?

Xia Zhiye sat on the spot, looking at the chat records on the phone screen, his eyes fixed on the poor character, and he didn't move until a long time later, he slowly got up, picked up his jacket, and opened the door.

Song Yan raised her head: "Where are you going?"

"Go be quiet."

After Xia Zhiye simply answered three words, he closed the door and left, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Song Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Why does he feel that Xia Zhiye seems a little unhappy?

In fact, it was just a very ordinary expression and tone, but Song Yan just felt that something was different from usual.

Maybe it's because in his subconscious, Xia Zhiye should always smile lazily.

Suddenly so calm and serious, he was a little uncomfortable.

So what happened?

Song Yan first called Grandma Liu. As soon as Grandma Liu answered the phone, she heard Song Yan's voice, and immediately asked him if he had a good meal, why he didn't come to eat at home on weekends, and whether he was thin again. .

After Song Yan patiently listened to the nagging, she agreed with Grandma Liu and hung up the phone.

Not at home.

It shouldn't be about the school either.

Could it be that something happened when you were in the dark with that good sister just now?

Song Yan clicked on the companion software.

[People are beautiful and rich and rich women are rich]: QAQ, is my brother there? Are you playing games today?

[System]: Tip: Receive a refund of 300 yuan from registered users [Pure and beautiful male high school students online pick up and play]

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

[Little rich woman with more money and beauty]: Brother, why did you give me the money back?

This time, Xia Zhiye returned very quickly.

[Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: The money you paid me for fifteen games in advance, didn't you have time to play, I'll give it back to you first

[People are beautiful and money is more than a rich woman]: Don't you need money to buy gifts for the people you like?

[Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: No need for the time being

No need for now.

You don't need money anymore, or you don't need to buy gifts for your loved ones.

Song Yan tapped the screen twice with her fingertips, wondering if she should ask something.

If it was according to his previous temperament, he would not care at all, just collect the money, throw away the mobile phone, and do whatever he likes.

He plans to do the same now, anyway, Xia Zhiye's relationship is none of his business.

However, I don't know why, but I still sent out a sentence: [Brother's confession is successful? ]

The opposite party responded very slowly this time, and it took a long time before he replied: [No, he doesn't like me, it's me who has always been selfish and affectionate]

The moment Song Yan saw this sentence, he felt a little strange in his mood.

He seemed a little unhappy, and felt that he didn't quite understand why some people didn't like Xia Zhiye, but he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief inexplicably. Somewhere in his heart, the emotions that had been blocked for several days suddenly faded away.

Song couldn't figure out what this emotion was, so he simply ignored it and just replied: [Then how are you now? ]

The other party did not return.

Five minutes passed, no reply.

Ten minutes later, still no reply.

After twenty minutes of waiting, Song Yan finally couldn't help but send another question mark: [? Is brother still there? ]

Still no reply, no movement.

Possibly because the companion software went offline, Song Yan opened WeChat and clicked on the avatar with the note named [Big Fool].

[YAN]: where

Three minutes passed.

Nothing happened.

"..."

Song Yan, who was used to Xia Zhiye returning to himself in seconds, was suddenly very uncomfortable.

Open Xia Zhiye's circle of friends.

At a glance, saw that the last friend's sending time was twenty-eight minutes ago.

Content: Song link: 〖Falling in love with someone who shouldn't love〗[Lighting][Lighting][Lighting]

Accompanied by: A white candle teetering on the edge of the table

And when I clicked the link to the song, a sad and hysterical tragic male voice immediately flooded the entire dormitory: "Falling in love with someone who shouldn't love! Paid my soul for you! You left me! Let me break my heart alone, crying alone..."

Song Yan: "..."

Xia Zhiye's music library is full of strange things.

And it's just a failure of unrequited love. As for this, a big man, is it hard to find death...

etc?

What does this candle mean?

Hold.

Xia Zhiye is not really a big fool, right?

Song Yan clicked on the picture, zoomed in, and saw the words "Feng Roast" faintly visible on the red signboard at the bottom right of the picture. go.

The BGM in the store has been changed from Qi Long's "In Love with Someone You Shouldn't Love" to Qi Qin's "Don't Let My Tears Stay With Me Overnight".

It's really fitting.

Xia Zhiye opened a can of Coke.

"Clap!", the bubbles just emerged from the gap of the tin can, and before I could take a sip, an angry "Xia Zhiye!" came from behind, and then "Clang", the fat house happy water quilt in his hand Frightened heroically.

As soon as Xia Zhiye turned his head, he saw Song Yan standing under a street lamp not far behind him, white mist exhaled from his mouth in a big batch, densely entangled in the red corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose, as if he had just run violently.

After washing, the hair that had not had time to blow-dry was also willfully raised on the top of his head because of the fast running, which was a huge contrast to the cold and angry expression on his face.

He was still wearing pajamas, with only a thin school uniform jacket over it, and even slippers on his feet. The cold white skin on his ankles was exposed in the cold wind in the late autumn night, and it was frozen red.

It's just been a few days since you got sick, so do you want to go to the hospital again?

Xia Zhiye hurriedly stood up, walked over quickly, took off his thick coat, wrapped it around Song Yan, and said, "Stand here and don't move", and quickly ran into the convenience store next door.

When I came out, I already had a pair of cashmere socks I just bought. Seeing that, I wanted to lower myself and help Song Yan put it on. Song Yan hurriedly grabbed it and said, "I'll do it myself."

Xia Zhiye stood up, watched him put on his socks obediently, and then asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"What are you talking about?" Song Yan raised his head angrily, "What's the matter, don't you have any points in your heart?"

The tone was cold and irritable.

Looking a little pissed.

Xia Zhiye: "?"

Why is Song Yan suddenly angry?

"And how the music is played in this store, can you have some fun in the big night?" Song Yan heard the tone of life and death, and was directly angry.

The lady at the front desk who was lying innocently with a gun: "?"

What's wrong with music?

Okay, out of the principle of customer demand first, she silently cut the playlist to "Good Days".

Song Yan: "..."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Song was tired of enduring it, and decided not to worry about these details. He only talked to Xia Zhiye about the business, and pointed to the candle at the corner of the table: "Are you a sacrifice or a soul call?"

"This is the power outage in the store last night, and it was left on the table today."

"Then what photos did you take and what circle of friends did you post?"

"A symbolic tribute to my just-dead love."

Song Yan: "..."

Pretty ceremonial.

"Okay, but what's going on here?" Song Yan pointed to the cans that were lying in the shadow of the table and couldn't see the packaging.

"That's a can of Coke you just scared off."

"..."

"Then why don't you reply to WeChat or answer the phone?"

"The phone was out of power, and they didn't have a shared power bank in the store, so they threw it at the front desk."

"..."

Song Yan felt that Xia Zhiye wasn't a fool, he was.

He turned his head and was about to leave, but Xia Zhiye grabbed his shoulders and grabbed it back. He held back his smile and asked, "What? We are worried that I'm sad because of my broken-hearted relationship."

Song Yan slapped his claws off with a slap, and said coldly, "I only worry about you when I have a problem."

Ready to go again.

But he heard Xia Zhiye say something in a low voice behind him: "But I'm really sad, what should I do?"

His voice lost the usual sloppy and informal, low-pitched and slightly hoarse voice, with a hint of helplessness and sadness, and it sounded a little sad.

Song Yan paused and slowly turned sideways.

In the night, Xia Zhiye only wore a thin sweater, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, but his eyebrows and eyes were not curved, and there was an indescribable loss and sadness in his light brown eyes.

Song Yan had never seen Xia Zhiye's expression like this before, and he felt very uncomfortable. He seemed a little sour and inexplicably annoying.

He can't comfort people, so he can only throw out a cold sentence: "If there's anything to be sad about, just say goodbye, and the next one will be more obedient."

"But no one is better than him."

Hearing this, Song Yan suddenly became angry: "Is she some kind of fairy?"

Xia Zhiye nodded: "Well, Tianxian, she looks good, has a good personality, and is very good to me."

After being dumped and saying kind words to others, Song hates Tie Bucheng: "You like her, she knows that you like him, but she doesn't like you, and then treats you very well, what does this mean? Just fishing for you? "

"..." Hearing Song Yan scolding me, Xia Zhiye felt a bit magical and difficult to explain, "He's not that kind of person, don't say that."

"You mean I'm wrong? Are you protecting her?"

This was the first time Xia Zhiye didn't speak to him, although Song Yan didn't realize why he was unhappy.

However, the tone of the voice cooled down honestly in an instant, "Okay, I'll be nosy."

Turn around and leave.

Why is this little angry so angry.

Xia Zhiye reached out and grabbed his wrist bone: "No, I didn't mean that. I mean he didn't know I liked him yet."

"He doesn't know?" Song Yan paused and frowned, "What do you mean? You didn't confess?"

"Um."

"Then you are sad here?"

"Because I knew he didn't like me before I confessed, and I misunderstood how good he was to me before, so I don't know whether I should pursue it or not."

Xia Zhiye held Song Yan's wrist loosely and looked down at him, as if trying to see something on his face.

And Song Yan didn't notice it, just answered impatiently: "If you want to chase, chase, if you don't want to chase, don't chase, what should be."

"If I want to chase, if it's an ordinary girl, I'll definitely chase him, but his situation is rather special. I'm afraid that if I confess directly and continue to chase, I may not even have to be friends in the future, but if I just give up, I'm reluctant."

When Xia Zhiye said these words, all kinds of concerns and affection in his eyes because of his love did not seem to be fake.

Song Yan just raised her eyes and glanced at it, and her uncomfortable feeling became even more obvious, but she was worried that Xia Zhiye was really down because of her lovelorn, so she slowed down and asked, "You really like her that much. ?"

"Well, I really like it that much."

"Then try to figure out what she's thinking."

"What's the meaning?"

"First find out if she can accept your liking. If she can accept it, chase after her. If she can't accept it... There are many ways to like a person anyway. Just keep an eye on it. It's better than guessing here."

Song Yan had never said so much love, love, hypocrisy, and he felt embarrassed and uncomfortable. He looked down at the ground, and rubbed his toes on a fallen leaf, trying to avoid Xia Zhiye's eyes.

And Xia Zhiye looked at his messy hair and messy dress, and the corners of his lips twitched into a smile.

He felt that Song Yan was right.

Rather than guessing here, let's just figure it out.

Otherwise, someone has been so arrogantly good to him, it would be difficult for him to think about it.

Thinking back to the last time I came here, I had to pass every roast. After drinking three cans of beer, someone stretched out his hand and said, "Brother is holding you" and answered any questions. Xia Zhiye said in a low voice, "You are right. But I What if you're still sad now?"

Song Yan stopped rubbing the fallen leaves and looked up at Xia Zhiye.

Xia Zhiye said with a smile: "Anyway, tomorrow weekend, how about our brother Yan accompany me to borrow wine to pour out my sorrows?"

Those good-looking light brown eyes were full of sadness and sadness that could not be concealed, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was deliberately sloppy.

It seems that I really like it, so I am really sad, but I am afraid that I am worried, so I have to force a smile.

The temperature of the ironing came from Xia Zhiye's coat, Song Yan hid his chin in the collar and lowered his eyes: "Well, I'll treat you."

He was feeling sorry for Xia Zhiye.

And Xia Zhiye, who was distressed by him, evoked a somewhat successful and helpless smile in a place he couldn't see.

It's so easy to deceive, what can do in the future?