However, there are only six classes in the second year of high school.

So Song Yan and Xia Zhiye finally did not escape the legal net, and were arrested and brought to justice together with the hot pot.

When Ruan Tian received the news to claim them, he saw two stinky brats huddled in the warm security room, two pairs of long legs obediently sitting face to face in front of the pony.

In the middle is a simple table made of two stools. The takeaway hot pot is placed on it, steaming hot, and the red soup is sizzling and fragrant.

There was light snow outside the window, and the two of them were in the middle of the steaming heat, each holding a small bowl and eating shashha.

It's quite enjoyable.

Ruan Tian could guess with his toes that it must be Xia Zhiye, the criminal who was arrested after being arrested, and who was so cute and sweet, and deceived these simple and ignorant security uncles all over the place.

Sure enough, before he opened the door of the security room, he saw the security uncle took a cup of boiled water and handed it to Song Yan: "Come, drink some water, don't be spicy, you northerners can't eat our Nanwu so spicy, right?"

Song Yan really couldn't eat it, even if it was just the mildly spicy base, his lips were already red and slightly swollen, but the hot pot with butter base was so fragrant that he couldn't stop eating it. The paper cup was handed over.

He quickly took it and said, "Thank you."

The uncle of the security has more or less heard about the broadcast room in the afternoon, and listened to Xia Zhiye adding fuel to the story about how Song Yan was wrongly framed and then forced to leave his hometown from Beijing to Nanwu alone. , When I was heartbroken, I just wanted to eat a hot pot story, and when I saw Song Yan, I brought a filter of "yellow in the cabbage field".

Seeing that this child is so fair and beautiful and so polite, and thinking of the vicious words said by another student on the radio that I heard this afternoon, I couldn't help but sighed lovingly: "It's okay, you drink slowly, Eat slowly, I will talk for you when your teacher comes."

Ruan Tian was originally worried that the two would be scolded by the security guard, but the security guard interceded for them, both angry and funny.

Pushing open the door, he smiled embarrassedly at the security uncles: "I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble."

The uncle of the security waved his hand generously: "It's alright, isn't it just that the children are greedy, what a big deal. And these two children are sensible, and they helped me fix my mobile phone, which is very considerate, so don't scold them. Also, after you two finish eating, go with the teacher, go back and make a mistake for the teacher, do you hear me?!"

The two nodded with their bowls in their hands, "I heard you."

There is no trace of the usual dignified and cool big guy.

Forget about Xia Zhiye, Song Yan is such a cool brat, how come he has been brought crooked?

Ruan Tian was puzzled.

He simply didn't want to think about it, moved a little horse and sat down beside him, and ate hot pot together. After finishing eating and packing up, he took them out of the security room.

On Sunday night, there was no one on the campus where there was light snow. Three teachers and students were in front and two behind, with their hands in their pockets, walking slowly under the dim street lights.

Ruan Tian didn't even bother to turn his head back and said "ha": "I heard that some people are going back to practice oral English?"

Song Yan: "..."

"There are some people who told the team leader that something happened at home, and they didn't participate in the celebration banquet, but they just came back to deliver food?"

Xia Zhiye: "..."

"Heh." Ruan Tian sneered, stopped, turned around, raised the corner of his eyes, and looked at them coldly, "Don't think that your little teachers don't know."

Ruan Tian, ​​who has always been gentle and talkative, has rarely been so serious and severe.

Song Yan suddenly stopped breathing, and her heart tightened instantly. The fingers in her pockets unknowingly squeezed into her palms, for fear that Ruan Tian would pierce his secret and undiscovered thoughts in the next second.

And what if Ruan Tian really broke him?

Denial, impossible to deny.

He didn't want to deny Xia Zhiye's intentions, nor his own.

If he admits it, his relationship with Xia Zhiye is not the same as ordinary puppy love. If it gets bigger...

wrong.

He and Xia Zhiye have not officially started their puppy love yet.

So is it that the relationship between him and Xia Zhiye will be ruthlessly strangled before it blooms?

If this is the case, what will Xia Zhiye do, will he still like him? Will he feel the pressure is too much and give up? Probably not, then neither will...

So are they going to admit it outright? is this okay? Will it have any adverse effects on Xia Zhiye?

Just when Song Yanman's mind wandered, Ruan Tian angrily said the next sentence: "You guys just want to secretly eat hot pot behind the back of the teacher!"

Song Yan: "."

Ruan Tian was very angry: "Tell the teacher if you want to eat hot pot! The teacher can take you out to eat! Do you know how bad the teacher's cafeteria is! I didn't get enough to eat alone at night!"

Looking at the angry Ruan Tian in front of them, Xia Zhiye and Song Yan realized that their class teacher, who was under 25 years old, was indeed very innocent.

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Song Yan: "..."

"Teacher, I'm sorry."

"Forget it." Ruan Tian said angrily, "I forgive you this time, but tomorrow, Xia Zhiye, you go back to my class, and Song Yan, you prepare the game for me. After the game the day after tomorrow, the teacher will invite you to eat hot pot again, listen. Are you there yet?"

After he finished speaking, he glared at Xia Zhiye: "Especially you, you are not allowed to skip classes tomorrow and the day after tomorrow! Don't think that you can be lawless if you win the gold award, but..."

Ruan Tian hesitated for a while: "But I can give you a fake note for self-study at night. You come as a student representative and give Song Yan a flower or something."

Song Yannao made up for that scene and had a headache: "It's not necessary to present flowers."

"Why not, your level is at least the top three, don't you deserve to have a flower?" Ruan Tian is righteous.

Xia Zhiye next to him seemed to be thinking of something, and his eyes flashed a smile that made him hold back a bad idea: "Well, I also think that flowers must be presented, Tianmei, don't worry, this matter is just Leave it to me."

Ruan Tian nodded with satisfaction: "It's not too bad. Come on, Song Yan, you can take Xia Zhiye to the school gate, I have to go back to prepare tomorrow's PPT."

"Well, goodbye, Sister Tian."

Xia Zhiye put one hand in his pocket and waved his arm with the other, and the shriveled smile in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

Song Yan glared at him vigilantly: "Don't make trouble."

When Xia Zhiye lowered his arms, he hugged Song Yan's shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Brother Ye, I am the most reliable in the world, and I will never cause trouble."

I believe in you asshole.

Song Yan was too lazy to pay attention to him, put his hands in his pockets, and continued to walk towards the school gate expressionlessly, but didn't say anything, he just let Xia Zhiye hook his shoulders and hug his back, whispering and laughing.

It wasn't until Xia Zhiye tilted his head and coughed twice that he lifted his eyelids, looked over, and just wanted to ask Xia Zhiye if he had a cold, but at a glance he swept across Xia Zhiye's empty neck.

He was wrapped in an ankle-length black down jacket, but the zipper was not properly pulled, revealing the off-white knitted sweater inside, and a large collarbone was visible, with his neck exposed, and occasionally a few snowflakes kissed his Adam's apple. It melted coldly, and it looked cold.

He doesn't cough, who coughs.

Song Yan's tone suddenly became cold: "You can't pull the zipper?"

Relying on his youth and good health, Xia Zhiye was accustomed to acting unreasonably, and said indifferently, "The zipper is pulled too high, and it doesn't look good."

Who do you want to show.

Song Yan originally wanted to say this, but she felt too jealous, so she replaced it with a cold sentence: "Then you can't wear a scarf?"

Xia Zhiye has been able to skillfully convert Song Yan's sneering remarks into small and gentle concerns, smiled and hugged Song Yan tightly, and said casually, "I don't have a scarf, why, why don't you buy me one?"

Xia Zhiye turned his head to look at Song Yan as he spoke, his eyebrows slightly curved, and his tone was a bit like a coquettish coquettish.

He originally thought that it would be Christmas Eve in two days, or his own birthday. He didn't dare to think about anything else, but if he could get a small birthday present from Song Yan, he would be very content.

However, these words fell into Song Yan's ears, but his heart suddenly softened.

Xia Zhiye didn't follow the big army this time, but bought a ticket in advance and came back by himself. He must have paid for the ticket himself, and he should have spent a lot of money.

So this person didn't even have the money to buy a scarf, but he still wanted to deliver hot pot for himself. He was really a prodigal.

Song Yan thought of this, and withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyelashes, and said "um".

Xia Zhiye was stunned at first, how could Song Yan speak so well, and then he realized that in Song Yan's eyes, he was helping the poor.

But helping the poor is helping the poor.

Anyway, it's their own money that goes around, as long as they can receive Song Yan's birthday present.

"but……"

When he reached the school gate, Xia Zhiye stopped.

Song Yan also stopped and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

"I remember that before I left, someone promised me an answer when I came back, so can I wrap up now, classmate Song Yan?"

Xia Zhiye looked down at him, the smile in his eyes was softer than that of the street lights reflecting the snow behind him, the lights were lit at the end of his eyes, and his beautiful eyebrows were like a seductive vixen.

Song Yan was stunned by his laughter, and his mind was a little blank. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when a loud voice came from the door: "Who are those two! We're leaving school, hurry up and leave school. Ah! We're going to shift!"

Then he regained some consciousness in an instant, remembering that he didn't bring the little prince watch he bought for Xia Zhiye with him, so giving the answer like this is a little unofficial.

So he looked away in a hurry, looked into the distance, pretended not to care and said, "You'll know in two days anyway."

Very proud tone.

The small eyes are very guilty.

At first glance, I remembered that it was my birthday in two days, and then prepared some surprises.

It seems that this little iron tree in his family is really about to bloom.

Then wait and see what flowers this little iron tree can produce.

Xia Zhiye replied with a smile: "Okay, then I'll wait for two more days, but I'll give you this first."

Song Yan watched Xia Zhiye pulled out a long piece of red satin out of nowhere, and was stunned for a moment, then remembered that it was the decoration on the package of the hot pot takeaway: "Why are you giving this to me?"

"For example, when you want to give me a birthday present and don't know how to pack it, you can use this strap to tie a bow to yourself."

Saying that, Xia Zhiye also wrapped the red satin around Song Yan's neck like a demonstration, trying to pack a bag on the spot.

Song Yan looked at the flexible white fingers and the red rope full of butter scent under his eyelids, took a deep breath, and kicked Xia Zhiye out of the school gate.

"Xia! Zhi! Wild! You! Give! Old! Son! Get out!"

After being so moved by Xia Zhiye, after the great joy and sorrow, the ridiculousness and anger that remained during the day have completely dissipated.

It's like some people, no matter how they jump up and down, are nothing more than clowns who don't even deserve a name in their lives.

And some people, even just a simple smile, a meal, or even a distant glance across the wall, will fill your entire world with emotions.

Therefore, in this life, people must learn to ignore some people, and also learn to cherish some people.

When he returned to the dormitory, he took out the watch box from his schoolbag, and rubbed his fingertips lightly over the pattern of the little prince, hoping that there would be good weather in Nanwu on December 24.

The day did not go as expected, and it snowed heavily on the night of the 23rd.

Fortunately, the next two days of the game went well.

Song Yan performed very well without any surprise. Even if the results have not been announced, it is already the default number one for everyone.

At the end of the game, Ruan Tian was the first to rush into the backstage, hugged him, and screamed, "Song Yan! You are amazing! The teacher knows that I'm not mistaken about you! You deserved the first place before. !"

Although he was moved, Song Yan was still a little embarrassed by the people around him. After pushing Ruan Tian away stiffly, he started to look around, as if he was looking for something in the crowd.

Ruan Tian saw it at a glance: "Okay, don't look for it, your good brother Xia Zhiye was ordered by me not to leave school until he finished his homework. At his speed, he should finish it at about eight o'clock, just in time for a while. The awards ceremony at 8:30."

Song Yan was seen through his mind, looked away, and replied awkwardly, "I didn't look for him."

However, just at this time, someone called out: "Song Yan! Someone is looking for it at the school gate! Come over quickly!"

Song Yan immediately raised his head: "Well, I'll go over immediately."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the coat on the chair and ran out of the door quickly, as if he was afraid of seeing the other party for a second too late.

Winter nights always come very early, but before seven o'clock before eight o'clock, the sky was completely dark.

I don't know when the snow is getting bigger and bigger. The sky is covered with thick black clouds. The snowflakes are swept across the sky by the cold wind. Occasionally, a few pieces fall from the collar. Nasal pain from scratching.

Song Yan never slowed down.

In fact, Song Yan didn't know what he was running. He clearly knew that Xia Zhiye would definitely come, but it was not too late, but he seemed to be looking forward to what Xia Zhiye secretly prepared, which was touching. A little surprise, so I don't want to delay for a second.

However, it was not Xia Zhiye who was waiting for him at the finish line.

When he finally ran to the school gate out of breath, what he saw was the familiar Maybach with Beijing A license plate parked outside the school gate, Song Yan instantly suppressed the fresh expressions of all the teenagers and stopped.

This is Song Minghai's common car in Nanwu Branch.

Sure enough, the next second, the driver opened the rear door and got out of the car with an umbrella facing the middle-aged man in an expensive suit and coat.

I have to say that most of the credit for Song Minghai's ability to marry an excellent woman like Qin Qing despite losing his wife and belt is due to his good skin.

Even though he is in his forties, his body is still tall and slender, his face is still handsome, and with his expensive and sophisticated style, people around him have begun to whisper.

"Who is this? He looks so handsome?"

"Hey, looks like that boy, is he his father?"

"Isn't the boy the first in this competition? Sure enough, his genetics are good."

"That is, it is estimated that his appearance and IQ are inherited from his father."

"I'm so envious, why don't I have such a father."

The non-malicious whisper fell in Song Yan's ears, but he just wanted to sneer.

The saddest thing is that he clearly hates Song Minghai to the extreme, but he still has half of his DNA in his body, and even his efforts to get honors are counted as his credit, no matter how you erase it.

For a long time, Song Yan felt sick to himself.

So this kind of blessing is given to you, whether you want it or not.

Song Yan didn't think it would be a good thing for Song Minghai to suddenly appear here, and turned to leave, but Song Minghai, who was beside the car, held a white box and shook it at him.

When he saw what the box was, Song Yan's pupils immediately tightened.

It was the watch he bought for Xia Zhiye.

It seemed that Song Minghai had already been to the dormitory ahead of time, and he should have come prepared this time. He couldn't hide himself.

So with a cold face, he walked over, walked all the way to Song Minghai, then stopped and looked directly at him indifferently.

The heights are similar, the eyebrows are similar, and they are even dressed in the same formal dress with a black coat.

When the two faced each other like this, there was a dramatic impact.

Song Minghai looked at Song Yan in front of him, but there was no disgust or dislike in his expression. Instead, there was a sense of satisfaction in looking at the perfect product he made: "Yes, it's not ashamed."

It seems that the school has notified Song Minghai of what happened two days ago.

And this kind of reaction that he didn't reflect on what he had done wrong before but just felt that this result would make him more decent was indeed Song Minghai's reaction.

It is basically whimsical to expect Song Minghai to apologize to himself.

He came here all of a sudden because he was finally cleared of his crime and could go back to Beijing to be his perfect son again.

Song Minghai's thoughts couldn't be more clear than Song Yan, and he didn't want to say a word to him, just to the point: "Give me back my things."

"Your stuff?" Song Minghai seemed to be amused, and fiddled with the box in his hand, "What I bought with the money I gave you is also your stuff?"

Song Yan wanted to deny that this was not the money Song Minghai gave him.

But the Omega watch that he sold was indeed bought by Song Minghai, so after all, it seemed that it was Song Minghai's money.

Song Yan wouldn't mess around with this kind of thing, so she just said coldly, "Give me the stuff, and I'll pay you back the money later."

As if hearing some kind of joke, Song Minghai snorted again: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in such a little shit, get in the car."

It means that if you don't get in the car, you don't want to go back.

After all, it's not that Song Minghai doesn't know what his son's temper is. If there is no threat, he can't sit down and chat with himself calmly.

He checked Song Yan's account before, and he had no money for a long time. Now that he spent more than 40,000 yuan to buy such a watch, he must not have bought it for himself. Because Song Yan is not good at this, he must have bought it for others. Yes, and a very important person.

So this gift should still be useful as a threat.

Sure enough, Song Yan opened the passenger's door with a cold face.

Song Minghai was also not interested in Song Yan's interpersonal relationships. When the two of them sat in the back seat and shook the shading glass, they went straight to the topic: "After this semester is over, you will return to Huiying."

Song Yan answered more directly: "No."

"The conditions here are too poor. As long as you return to Huiying, it is not a problem to apply for an Ivy League school with your resume."

"I don't need to go to Ivy League."

"But I need a successor who graduated from an Ivy League school."

Song Minghai made no secret of his purpose.

In other words, he has never concealed his purpose since he was a child, so although he clearly did not expect Song Yan's arrival, and he did not give any warmth that his father should have, he invited Song Yan to be the best foreign teacher since he was a child. , go to the best schools and give the best material conditions.

Swordsmanship, equestrianism, taekwondo, golf, piano, painting appreciation, annual study tours, all the same.

Materially, he always gave a supplementary card. Song Yan wanted to buy what he wanted to use. As long as it wasn't something that would make him face shame, Song Minghai would never ask.

As long as Song Yan is always the first.

And when Song Yan was a child, he had been striving for the first place, because only when he won the first place would Song Minghai's attitude towards him ease a little bit.

When he grows up, Song Yan is always fighting for the first place, because he has to prove that he is no worse than Song Minghai, and one day he can completely defeat him.

Song Yan once felt that Song Minghai was the lingering shadow of his life.

But now, he doesn't want to waste his feelings on such people, he just wants to give his feelings to those who deserve it.

So he tilted his head to look out the window and answered very lightly: "I won't take your class, anyway, you are not only my son."

When Song Minghai heard what he said, he just raised his hand slightly: "It's not that he didn't think about it, but Lele can't do it, he's spoiled by his mother, so far the piano has not passed the eighth grade, and the exam has never been in the top ten of the class. , there is no hope in the future.”

Song Yan couldn't help turning his head: "Song Lele is only eight years old, and your company was saved by Aunt Tan's funds at that time."

When the words fell, Song Minghai's cell phone rang. He looked at Qin Qing's name on the screen, his eyebrows flashed with impatience and boredom, and then he answered the phone with a bad tone: "What's wrong with you."

Song Yan didn't hear what was said on the other end of the phone, but he could only vaguely hear that the always gentle and gentle Qin Qing also seemed to lose his temper.

And after Song Minghai heard it, he just said, "Qin Qing, you are getting more and more ignorant."

Then hung up the phone.

It seems that he is entangled in trivial matters. He has no interest in having unnecessary disputes with Song Yan, and directly uses the negotiation methods in the business field: "If you don't want to switch back, you can go back, but starting from today, I will cut off all your financial sources."

Song Yan didn't like this, her tone was cold and calm: "Don't forget, all your property now has my mother's share, and her will is written clearly, leave it all to me."

Song Minghai didn't deny it: "But your guardian is me, so you don't have the independent right to use this property until you are 18 years old. You still have to listen to me, understand?"

"Of course." Song Minghai paused and added, "Under the legal constraints, even if I cut off your source of income, I will still fulfill my support obligations, so I will pay your tuition fees and miscellaneous fees on time, every month. I will give you 800 pocket money according to the minimum living standard, and it will not make you unable to live."

Song Minghai is so righteous as if he is the one who occupies the highest moral point.

And after finishing speaking, he admired Song Yan's expression through the mirror: "What? Are you not convinced? There is nothing you can do if you are not convinced. Because of Song Yan, this is the powerlessness of the weak."

This is the powerlessness of the weak.

Because he is not yet an adult.

Because he is the guardian.

So no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to resist the frivolous sentence of powerlessness.

Song Yan looked ahead, her fingernails digging into her palm, trying to keep herself from getting angry, but maintaining a decent and arrogant posture: "Okay, what you say is what you say, I just hope you do your best."

"If this is your choice, it's a pity to take me." Song Minghai opened the watch box in his hand, took out his watch, glanced at it, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's a pity."

Song Yan saw his move through the mirror, and immediately turned around and reached out to grab it, but Song Minghai rolled down the car window before him and threw his watch out.

There was a vehicle driving by, and it was completely crushed with a rubbing sound.

This is what Song Yan thinks is the most suitable gift for Xia Zhiye.

This was the answer he wanted to give to Xia Zhiye.

Since he bought it, he has been looking forward to Xia Zhiye's reaction every night when he receives this gift, which has also spent most of his savings.

But now it has been crushed so lightly.

Song Yan looked at the shattered surface on the road, unable to open the car door with her hands, only her eyes hurt.

The initiator just took out a tissue and wiped his fingertips, and said innocently: "Since it was bought with my money, I have the right to dispose of it, do you think so, Song Yan."

Provocative and contemptuous.

Song Yan's fingers tightly clasped the edge of the door, gritted her teeth, and restrained all irrational impulses.

If it wasn't for the thought that tomorrow would be Xia Zhiye's birthday.

If it wasn't for the thought that Xia Zhiye might still be waiting for him with flowers.

If it wasn't for the thought that Xia Zhiye would be worried and sad, Song Yan felt that he might have raised his fist and fought Song Minghai fiercely.

The kind that never die.

But he knew Song Minghai. If he really did this, it would not be impossible for him to be sent to the police station by Song Minghai himself.

So he can't do it.

Because now there will be a lot of people worried about him.

So Song Yan swallowed all his emotions and said coldly: "Well, you are right, of course you have the right to dispose of your things, so do as you say. If you can do what you say, trouble your driver to drive. car door."

Seemingly convinced that Song Yan was just angry for a while, Song Minghai smiled and raised his finger.

Door lock unlocked.

Song Yan immediately opened the door and got out of the car.

And at the moment when he closed the door, he seemed to remember something, held the door, leaned down, and showed a senseless and arrogant smile.

"Oh, by the way, Song Minghai, I forgot to tell you something. You do have the right to dispose of your belongings at will, but I am not yours, so I hope you will seize the arrogance in the last year of my adulthood. A little bit, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to say that the weak are powerless. By the way..."

Pause.

"It's December, and I also wish you an early year. I wish you an early separation from your wife and family, and you will die alone. As for the New Year's money and red envelopes, you won't need it. I hope you feel my sincerity."

After saying that, Song Yan politely walked to the car door.

Then he let out a long sigh of relief and walked quickly towards the back of the car.

If you stay for one more second, you will be defeated.

But after he said those words, the turbid air in his heart that had been held back for a long time finally spit out.

If he doesn't need Song Minghai's money, he doesn't need Song Minghai's money. He won't starve himself to death if he has hands and feet, as long as he can stay in Nanwu and stay with the people he wants to be with all the time.

But he had no gifts to give to Xia Zhiye.

The emotion that had always been suppressed, restrained and indifferent when talking harshly with Song Minghai appeared in grievances when he realized this.

He turned his head and saw that the Beijing A Maybach had left, leaving only the corpse of the watch that was crushed by the vehicle on the asphalt road next to it.

Song Yan walked over, squatted down to pick it up, looked at the broken dial and the little prince who was injured after the dial was completely invisible, and suppressed the soreness in his eyes.

This is the first time he has carefully selected a gift for Xia Zhiye.

Spent almost all of his savings.

Before he could give it to him and tell him that he liked him too, he was crushed so easily.

It seemed that his intentions seemed so insignificant.

But it doesn't matter, isn't it just a watch? It's gone this time, and there will be in the future. He will definitely earn a lot of money in the future, buy a lot of watches for Xia Zhiye, and a lot of gifts.

Xia Zhiye has such a good temper, so he shouldn't be angry.

Song Yan thought about standing up, but when he turned around, he accidentally bumped into a tricycle.

Fortunately, even if the three-wheeled truck braked, the goods on the truck fell a lot due to inertia.

Song Yan hurriedly bent over to pick it up, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

The entrance to the school was already extremely empty and sparsely populated, and the old man riding a tricycle just happened to pass by here to go home, so he was not in a hurry.

Seeing that something happened to the young man in front of him, his eyes were a little red, and he hurriedly comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, don't cry, if you're really embarrassed, just see if there's anything you want to buy. "

When he said this, Song Yan just looked up and saw two scarves hanging on the shelf.

One is dark red, the other is dark blue, and the scarf ends are printed with the logos of pirated Iron Man and Captain America, which go well with the sweaters they wore when they went to the amusement park before.

And Xia Zhiye seemed to have said that he didn't have a scarf.

He should look good in red.

So Song Yan looked at the old man: "How much are these two scarves sold together?"

The old man raised a finger: "One hundred and one."

Song Yan took out her mobile phone when she heard the words, and found that her bank card had been reported as lost by her guardian.

And all his net worth is only 164.52 yuan of change in Alipay, and 800 yuan of money that Song Minghai may call on January 1.

No wonder Song Minghai would take this as a threat, because he is indeed a young master who has no concept of money and a good consumption concept, so he will always fall into this situation.

Song Yan gritted his teeth, then looked at the old man without hesitation: "Then help me get this red one."

Finished paying.

The old man seemed to see something and asked with a smile, "Did you buy it as a Christmas present for your little girlfriend."

"..."

Although not a girlfriend, but about the same.

Song Yan: "Yeah."

"Then don't worry about it, this is originally a one-to-one sale, buy one get one free, you buy the red one, and I'll give you the blue one, isn't it just right?" The old man smiled and put the He took off the two scarves and stuffed them into Song Yan's hands. By the way, he patted his head, "Tomorrow is the festival, don't cry. Unhappy things will be over after a sleep. It's okay."

The thick dialect of the old man is like an emotional catalyst.

Song Yanqiang held back his emotions, lowered his head, and said "um", "Thank you, Grandpa."

"That's right, it's snowing, go home early."

Satisfied, the old man got back on his tricycle and went away in the snowy night.

And Song Yan looked down at the scarf in her hand, which was rough in workmanship and highly suspected of being pirated in the past two days, and forcibly held back the sourness in the corner of her eyes.

He never thought that he, who was slapped by his biological father, would receive warm healing from a stranger he had never met.

In the past, he always disliked those emotional pretensions, did not understand why some people would cry at every turn, and did not understand why some people would break their defenses instantly because they were moved.

But he seemed to gradually discover that, apart from the shadows like Song Minghai, it is not impossible to encounter the sun in his life.

For example, a big idiot who looks good in red.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a voice behind him, "Song Yan!"

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Xia Zhiye rushing towards him with a large bouquet of lily of the valley in the heavy snow. Before he could say a word, Xia Zhiye hugged him tightly.

The hot and heavy breath fell on Song Yan's neck and ears, and every time he took a breath, the strength of his hand tightened a bit, as if he was protecting some precious thing that was lost and found.

Song Yan was almost breathless when he hugged him: "What's wrong?"

As if hearing his voice and confirming that he was finally still alive, Xia Zhiye finally straightened up, looked down at him, trimmed his forehead and hair, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "I thought you left."

I thought you were gone.

In just six words, it seems to have exhausted all the treasures in the world.

Song Yan held back the wet corners of his eyes for a long time, but finally a small snowflake fell and quickly melted away.

He looked up at Xia Zhiye, like a child who finally found support after suffering grievances, and asked a sentence that used all his courage.

"I didn't leave, but Xia Zhiye, I only have a scarf that doesn't look very good now, are you still willing to stay with me?"