However, there are only six classes in the second year of high school.
So Song Yan and Xia Zhiye did not escape the law in the end, Huihui was arrested together with hot pot.
When Ruan Tian received the news and came to claim them, he saw two brats huddled in the warm security room, with two pairs of long legs obediently sitting in front of the ponytail, facing each other.
In the middle is a simple table made of two stools. The takeaway hot pot is placed on it, bubbling and steaming, and the red soup is sizzling and fragrant.
There was light snow outside the window, and the two of them were sitting in the midst of the steaming heat, each holding a small bowl, eating shashashi.
Kind of enjoy it.
Ruan Tian could guess with his toes that it must be Xia Zhiye, the criminal who was arrested. After being arrested, he tricked this group of simple and unworldly security uncles into a circle with sweet words and sweet words to sell misery and cuteness.
Sure enough, before he opened the door of the security room, he saw the security uncle taking a glass of boiled water and handing it to Song Yan: "Come on, drink some water, don't be so spicy, you northerners can't eat our Nanwu so spicy?"
Song Yan is really not very good at eating, even if it is just a slightly spicy base, his lips are already red and slightly swollen, but the hot pot with butter base is too fragrant, he can't stop eating it, he is so spicy that he inhales, Uncle Security The paper cup was handed over.
He quickly took it and said, "Thank you."
Uncle Security has more or less heard about what happened in the broadcasting room in the afternoon, and listened to Xia Zhiye explain how Song Yan was wronged and framed and then forced to leave his hometown in Beijing and come to Nanwu alone. , after the story of just wanting to eat hot pot when heartbroken, looking at Song Yan, he brought a layer of "small cabbage yellow in the ground" filter.
Seeing that the child was so fair and beautiful and so polite, and thinking of the vicious words that another student said on the radio this afternoon, he couldn't help but sighed lovingly: "It's okay, drink slowly, Eat slowly, and I will intercede for you when your teacher comes."
Ruan Tian was worried that the two would be scolded by the security guard, but the security guard interceded for them, annoyed and funny.
Pushing open the door, he smiled shyly at the security guards and said, "I'm sorry to cause you trouble."
Uncle Security waved his hand generously: "It's okay, isn't it just that the child is greedy? What a big deal. Besides, these two children are sensible, and they helped me fix my mobile phone. They are very considerate, so don't scold them. Also, after the two of you finish eating, go with the teacher, go back and confess your mistake to the teacher, do you hear me?!"
The two nodded with their bowls in hand: "I heard you."
He doesn't look like the usual cool and flamboyant big guy.
Forget about Xia Zhiye, Song Yan is such a cool boy, how could he be led astray
Ruan Tian couldn't figure it out.
He simply didn't want to think about it anymore, moved a small horse and sat down next to him, ate hot pot together, and took them out of the security room after eating and packing up.
There was no one on the campus where there was light snow on Sunday night. The teachers and students, one in front and two behind, walked slowly with their hands in their pockets under the dim street lights.
Ruan Tian didn't even bother to turn his head and said "heh": "I heard that some people want to go back to practice oral English?"
Song Yan: "..."
"There are also some people who told the team leader that something happened at home, and they didn't attend the celebration banquet, but they just came back to deliver food?"
Xia Zhiye: "..."
"Heh." Ruan Tian sneered, stopped, turned his head, raised the corner of his eyes, and looked at them coldly, "Don't think your little teachers don't know."
Ruan Tian, who has always been gentle and talkative, is rarely so serious and severe.
Song Yan's breath suddenly became stagnant, and his heart tightened instantly, and his fingers in his pocket unconsciously pinched into his palm, for fear that Ruan Tian would pierce his secret and undiscoverable thoughts in the next second.
And what if Ruan Tian really punctured him
Deny, impossible to deny.
He didn't want to deny Xia Zhiye's intentions, nor did he want to deny his own intentions.
If you admit it, the relationship between him and Xia Zhiye is not the same as ordinary puppy love, if there is a big trouble...
wrong.
He and Xia Zhiye have not officially started their puppy love yet.
So is the relationship between him and Xia Zhiye about to be ruthlessly strangled before it blossoms
If this is the case, what will Xia Zhiye do, will he still like himself? Will he feel too much pressure and give up? Probably not, then I won't either...
So should they just admit it? is this okay? Will it have any bad influence on Xia Zhiye
Just when Song Yan was full of wild thoughts, Ruan Tian angrily said the next sentence: "You just want to secretly eat hot pot behind the teacher's back!"
Song Yan: "."
Ruan Tian was very angry: "If you want to eat hot pot, just tell the teacher! The teacher can take you out to eat! Do you know how terrible the teacher's cafeteria is! I didn't have enough to eat alone at night!"
Looking at the angry Ruan Tian in front of them, Xia Zhiye and Song Yancai realized that their head teacher who is not yet 25 years old is indeed very naive.
Xia Zhiye: "..."
Song Yan: "..."
"Teacher, I'm sorry."
"Forget it." Ruan Tian said angrily, "I forgive you this time, but tomorrow, Xia Zhiye, go back to my class and Song Yan, prepare for the competition. After the competition is over the day after tomorrow, the teacher will treat you to hot pot again. Listen Have you arrived yet?"
After finishing speaking, he glared at Xia Zhiye: "Especially you, you are not allowed to skip class tomorrow! Don't think that you can be lawless if you win the gold medal, but..."
Ruan Tian hesitated for a moment: "However, I can give you a leave of absence for late self-study, and you come as a student representative to present a flower to Song Yan or something."
Song Yannao made up the scene and felt a little headache: "There is no need to present flowers."
"Why not, your level is at least the top three, don't you deserve to have a flower offering?" Ruan Tian said confidently.
Xia Zhiye next to him seemed to be thinking of something, and there was a smile in his eyes that made him hold back some bad ideas: "Well, I also think that flowers must be presented, Sister Tian, don't worry, this matter will be settled soon." Leave it to me."
Ruan Tian nodded in satisfaction: "That's about the same. Okay, Song Yan, you can send Xia Zhiye to the school gate, I have to go back and prepare for tomorrow's PPT."
"Well, goodbye, sister Tian."
Xia Zhiye put one hand in his pocket and waved his arm with the other, the smirk in his eyes could no longer be hidden.
Song Yan gave him a vigilant look: "Don't make trouble."
When Xia Zhiye's arms were hanging down, he hugged Song Yan's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, your brother Ye is the most reliable in the world, and I will never cause trouble."
I believe you big head ghost.
Song Yan didn't even bother to talk to him, put his hands in his pockets, and continued to walk towards the school gate expressionlessly, but didn't say anything, just let Xia Zhiye hook his shoulders and hug him, whispering and laughing.
It wasn't until Xia Zhiye tilted his head and coughed twice that he raised his eyelids and looked over. He was about to ask Xia Zhiye if he had a cold, but he glanced at Xia Zhiye's empty neck.
The outside is wrapped in an ankle-length black down jacket, but the zipper is not pulled properly, revealing the beige sweater inside, and a large piece of clavicle can be seen, the neck is exposed, and occasionally a few snowflakes kissed the Adam's apple. The ice melts away coolly, it's cold just looking at it.
He doesn't cough, who coughs.
Song Yan's tone turned cold immediately: "Are you not good at zipping?"
Taking advantage of his youth and good health, Xia Zhiye was used to misbehavior and said indifferently, "The zipper is too high, it doesn't look good."
Who do you want to show it to.
Song Yan originally wanted to say this, but felt too jealous, so she changed it to a cold sentence: "Then you don't know how to wear a scarf?"
Xia Zhiye has been able to skillfully convert Song Yan's sarcastic remarks into Xiaoyi's gentle concern, 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 said that, his brows and eyes were slightly bent, and his tone seemed a bit coquettish.
He originally thought that it would be Christmas Eve in two days, and it would be his 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 made his heart suddenly sore.
Xia Zhiye didn't follow the big team this time, but bought the ticket back in advance by himself. He must have paid for the ticket himself, and it must have cost a lot of money.
So this person doesn't even have the money to buy a scarf, but still wants to send him a hot pot takeaway, he is really a prodigal son.
Song Yan thought of this, looked away, drooped his eyelashes, and let out a "hmm".
Xia Zhiye was taken aback for a moment, wondering why Song Yan was so easy to talk, and then realized that in Song Yan's eyes, he was probably helping the poor.
But help the poor and help the poor.
Anyway, it's their own money to go around, as long as they can receive Song Yan's birthday present.
"but… "
When he reached the school gate, Xia Zhiye stopped in his tracks.
Song Yan also stopped and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"
"I remember that before I left, someone promised me to give me an answer when I came back, so can I collect the paper now, classmate Song Yan?"
Xia Zhiye looked down at him, the smile in his eyes was gentler than the snow-colored street lamps behind him, there was a little light at the end of his eyes, and his good-looking eyebrows and eyes were like a seductive vixen.
Song Yan's heart was emptied by his laughter again, and his brain was a little blank. He opened his mouth, and just about to say something, a loud voice came from the door: "Who are those two! They are leaving school, hurry up! Ah! We are about to hand over the shift!"
Then he regained consciousness in an instant, remembering that he didn't bring the Little Prince watch he bought for Xia Zhiye with him, so he gave the answer like this, which was not formal enough.
So he hurriedly turned his eyes away, looked into the distance, pretended not to care and said, "Anyway, you will know in two days."
The tone is very arrogant.
The small eyes are very guilty.
At first glance, I remembered that it was my birthday in two days, and then I prepared some surprises.
It seems that the little iron tree in his house is really about to bloom.
Then wait and see what kind of flowers this little iron tree can bloom.
Xia Zhiye replied with a smile: "Okay, then I'll wait for another two days, but I'll give you this first."
Song Yan watched Xia Zhiye take out a long piece of red satin from nowhere, and was taken aback for a moment before realizing that it was a decoration on the hot pot takeaway package: "Why are you giving this to me?"
"For example, if you want to give me a birthday present and don't know how to pack it, you can use this tape to tie a bow for yourself."
As he said that, Xia Zhiye also wrapped the red satin around Song Yan's neck like a demonstration, trying to pack it on the spot.
Song Yan looked at the flexible white fingers under his eyelids and the red rope filled with the aroma of butter, took a deep breath, and then kicked Xia Zhiye out of Shiwai school.
"Xia! Zhi! Ye! You! Here! Old! Son! Get out!"
After being so moved by Xia Zhiye, after being overjoyed and saddened, the ridiculousness and anger that remained during the day have completely dissipated.
It's as if some people, no matter how they jump up and down, are just clowns who have passed through life so quickly that they don't even deserve a name.
And for some people, even a simple smile, a meal, or even a distant glance across the wall will bring emotions to your whole world.
Therefore, in this life, one must learn not to care about some people, but also learn to cherish some people.
When he returned to the dormitory, he took out the watch box from his schoolbag, and gently stroked the pattern of the little prince with his fingertips, hoping that there would be good weather in Nanwu on December 24.
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The sky failed to meet people's wishes, and it snowed heavily on the night of the 23rd.
Fortunately, the next two days of competition went smoothly.
Unsurprisingly, Song Yan performed very well. Even if the results have not been announced, he is already the number one by default.
At the end of the competition, Ruan Tian was the first to rush into the backstage, hugged him, and screamed: "Song Yan! You are so good! The teacher knew you were right! You deserved the first place before. !"
Although moving is moving, Song Yan is still a little embarrassed when people come and go around. After pushing Ruan Tian away stiffly, he starts to look around, as if 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 if he didn't finish his homework, he should finish it at about 8 o'clock at his speed, just in time Awards ceremony at 8:30."
Song Yan was overwhelmed, 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 the school gate! Go over there!"
Song Yan raised his head immediately: "Well, I'll go there right away."
After speaking, he picked up the coat that was on the chair and ran out the door quickly, as if he was afraid of seeing the other party a second later.
Winter nights always come very early, but before seven o'clock and eight o'clock, the sky is completely dark.
I don’t know when the snow will fall more and more heavily. There are large black clouds in the sky, and the snowflakes are swept by the cold wind. Occasionally, a few pieces fall from the collar, which is frighteningly cold. Nasal pain from scraping.
Song Yan never slowed down.
In fact, Song Yan didn't know what he was running for. He knew that Xia Zhiye would definitely come, and it was not too late, but he seemed to be waiting for Xia Zhiye to secretly prepare something to be beaten, which was touching. 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 lost all the youthful expressions and stopped in his tracks.
This is Song Minghai's regular car in Nanwu Branch.
Sure enough, in the next second, the driver opened the rear door, held an umbrella and got out of the car to meet the middle-aged man in an expensive suit and coat.
It has to be said that most of the credit for Song Minghai's ability to marry an outstanding woman like Tan Qing despite the loss of his wife and children was due to his good appearance.
Even though he was in his forties, he was still tall and slender, and his face was still handsome. With his expensive and elegant demeanor, the people around him started whispering.
"Who is this? Looks so handsome?"
"Hey, he looks like that boy, is he his father?"
"Isn't that boy the number one in this competition? Sure enough, he has good genetics."
"That's right, I guess his looks and IQ are inherited from his father."
"I'm so envious, why don't I have this kind of father."
The harmless whisper fell into Song Yan's ears, but he just wanted to sneer.
The saddest thing is that even though he hates Song Minghai so much, he still has half of his DNA in his body. Even his hard work to obtain honors should be counted as his credit, which cannot be erased no matter what.
For a long time, Song Yan even felt sick to himself.
So this blessing is for you, whether you want it or not.
Song Yan didn't think that Song Minghai's sudden appearance here would be a good thing, and turned to leave, but Song Minghai next to the car shook a white box at him.
When he saw clearly what the box was, Song Yan's pupils constricted immediately.
That was the watch he bought for Xia Zhiye.
It seemed that Song Minghai had already gone to the dormitory in advance, and this time he should have come prepared, he couldn't hide by himself.
So with a cold face, he walked over and walked all the way to Song Minghai, then stopped and looked at him indifferently.
The height is similar, the eyebrows and eyes are similar, and even the clothes are the same formal attire and black coat.
When the two faced each other face to face, there was a dramatic impact.
Song Minghai looked at Song Yan in front of him, and there was no such disgust or dislike in his expression. Instead, he had a sense of satisfaction from looking at the perfect product he made: "Not bad, it's not embarrassing."
It seems that the school has notified Song Minghai of what happened two days ago.
And this kind of reaction that doesn't reflect on what he did wrong before, but just thinks that this result will make him more decent, is indeed Song Minghai's reaction.
To expect Song Minghai to come to apologize to him is basically whimsical.
He came here suddenly because he was finally cleared of his crimes and could go back to Beijing to be his perfect son.
Song Minghai's thoughts were very clear and Song Yan couldn't be more clear, he didn't want to say a word to him, he said concisely: "Give me back my things."
"Your stuff?" Song Minghai seemed to find it funny, and fiddled with the box in his hand twice, "Is the stuff I bought with the money I gave you considered your stuff?"
Song Yan wanted to deny that this was not Song Minghai's money for him.
But the Omega watch he sold was indeed bought by Song Minghai, so after all, it seems to be Song Minghai's money.
Song Yan would not mess around with this kind of thing, so he just said coldly: "Give me the things, and I will pay you back the money later."
As if hearing some joke, Song Minghai sneered again: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in you little bastard, 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 kind of temper his son has. If there is no threat, it is impossible for him to sit down and chat with himself calmly.
As for Song Yan’s account, he checked it before, and he had no money for a long time. Now that he bought such a watch for more than 40,000 yuan, he must not have bought it for himself, because Song Yan is not good at these things, so he must have bought it for others. Yes, and a very serious person.
So this gift should still be useful as a threat.
Sure enough, Song Yan opened the co-pilot's door with a cold face.
Song Minghai didn't have much interest in Song Yan's social interactions, so when the two of them sat in the back seat and rolled up the blackout glass, they went straight to the topic: "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, your resume will not be a problem for applying to Ivy League schools."
"I don't need to go to an Ivy League school."
"But I need a successor who graduated from an Ivy League school."
Song Minghai did not hide his purpose at all.
In other words, he has never concealed his purpose since he was a child, so even though he obviously didn't look forward to Song Yan's arrival, and he didn't give any warmth that his father should have, but he hired the best foreign teacher for Song Yan since he was a child , go to the best school and give the best material conditions.
Swordsmanship, equestrianism, taekwondo, golf, piano, painting appreciation, and annual study tours, all of which remain the same.
In terms of materials, he was never given a supplementary card. Song Yan wanted to buy whatever he wanted to use, as long as it wasn't something that would embarrass his face, he would just use it casually. Song Minghai never asked.
As long as Song Yan is always number one.
And when Song Yan was a child, he had been striving for the first place, because only when he got the first place, Song Minghai's attitude towards him would be relaxed.
When he grows up, Song Yan will always fight for the first place, because he wants 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 his lingering shadow in this 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 turned his head to look out of the window, and replied very lightly: "I won't take over your class, anyway, you are not just my son."
Hearing what he said, Song Minghai just raised his hand slightly: "It's not that I haven't thought about it, but Lele can't do it, he's been spoiled by his mother, and he hasn't passed the eighth grade in piano, and he has never been in the top ten in the exam. , there is no hope in the future."
Song Yan couldn't help but turn around: "Song Lele is only eight years old, and your company was saved by Aunt Tan's funds at that time."
When the voice fell, Song Minghai's cell phone rang just in time. He looked at Tan Qing's name on the screen, his brows and eyes flickered with impatience and boredom, and then he answered the phone with a bad tone: "What's wrong with you."
Song Yan couldn't hear what was said on the other end of the phone, but could only vaguely hear that Tan Qing, who was always gentle and gentle, seemed to have lost his temper.
After Song Minghai finished listening, he just said: "Tan Qing, you are really getting more and more ignorant."
Then hung up the phone.
It seems that he is entangled in trivial matters, and he is not interested in having unnecessary disputes with Song Yan, so he directly uses the negotiating means in the business field: "If you don't want to switch back, it's fine, but starting today, I will cut off all your sources of income."
Song Yan didn't like this, and said in a cold and calm tone, "Don't forget, my mother owns all your property now, and her will is clearly written, leaving it all to me."
Song Minghai did not deny it: "But your guardian is me, so before you are 18 years old, you do not have the independent right to use this property. You still have to listen to me, understand?"
"Of course." Song Minghai paused and added, "Under the law, even if you cut off your financial resources, I will still fulfill my support obligations, so I will pay your tuition and miscellaneous fees on time, every month. I will give you 800 pocket money according to the minimum standard of living, and will not make you unable to survive.”
Song Minghai is so righteous as if he is the one who occupies the highest point of morality.
And after he finished speaking, he still admired Song Yan's expression through the mirror: "What? Are you not convinced? If you are not convinced, there is nothing you can do. Because Song Yan, this is the powerlessness of the weak."
This is the powerlessness of the weak.
Because he is underage.
Because he is a ward.
So no matter how hard he tried, in the end, he couldn't make up for the light words of powerlessness.
Song Yan looked ahead, digging her nails deeply into her palm, trying not to lose her composure and get angry, but just maintained a decent and arrogant posture: "Okay, whatever you say is what you say, I just hope you do what you say."
"If this is your choice, I'm sorry." Song Minghai opened the watch box in his hand, took out the watch, glanced at it, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's a pity."
Song Yan saw his action through the mirror, and immediately turned around and reached out to grab it, but Song Minghai had already rolled down the window before him, and threw the watch out.
Just as a vehicle drove by, it squeaked and was completely crushed.
This is what Song Yan thinks is the most suitable gift for Xia Zhiye.
This is the answer he wanted to give Xia Zhiye.
Since he bought it back, every night he was looking forward to Xia Zhiye's reaction after receiving this gift, which also spent most of his savings.
But now it was crushed so lightly.
Song Yan looked at the shattered surface on the road, and couldn't open the door with his hands, only feeling pain in his eyes.
The instigator 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, what do you think, Song Yan."
Provocative and contemptuous.
Song Yan's fingers clasped the edge of the car door tightly, clenched his 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 hard.
The kind that never dies.
But he knew Song Minghai well, 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 there will be many people who worry about him now.
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 I will do as you say. If you can do what you say, please ask your driver to drive car door."
Seemingly convinced that Song Yan was just being angry for a while, Song Minghai smiled and raised his finger.
The door lock unlocked.
Song Yan immediately opened the door and got out of the car.
And the moment he closed the car door, he seemed to think of something, held the door, leaned down, and showed a meaningless and arrogant smile.
"Oh, by the way, Song Minghai, there is something I forgot to tell you. You do have the right to dispose of your things as you like, but I am not yours, so I hope you seize the last year of my adulthood and be arrogant One point, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to say that the weak are powerless. By the way... "
Micro pause.
"It's December, and I wish you an early New Year. I wish you an early divorce, a lonely end, and a bad death. As for the lucky money and red envelopes, I don't need it. I hope you feel my sincerity."
After speaking, Song Yan politely closed the car door.
Then he let out a long breath, buried his head and walked quickly towards the back of the car.
It seems that if you stay for a second longer, you will be defeated.
But after he said those words, the turbid breath in his heart that had been held back for a long time finally spit out.
If you don't need Song Minghai's money, you don't need Song Minghai's money. He has hands and feet, so he won't starve himself to death. As long as he can stay in Nanwu, it's good to stay with the person he wants to be with.
But he has no gift to give Xia Zhiye.
When he was talking harshly with Song Minghai, the emotions that had been suppressed, restrained and indifferent all the time came out aggrieved when he realized this.
When he turned his head, the Beijing-A Maybach had already left, leaving only the carcass of the watch 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 that was completely out of sight and the injured little prince behind the dial, and suppressed the soreness in his eyes.
This was the first time he carefully selected a gift for Xia Zhiye.
Spent almost all of his savings.
Before he had time to give it to him and tell him that he liked him too, he was crushed so easily.
It seemed that his intention seemed so insignificant.
But it doesn't matter, isn't it just a watch? It's gone this time, and there will be more in the future. He will definitely earn a lot of money in the future, and buy many, many watches and many, many gifts for Xia Zhiye.
Xia Zhiye has such a good temper, he shouldn't be angry.
Song Yan thought about standing up, but when he turned around, he accidentally bumped into a three-wheeled truck.
Fortunately, even if the three-wheeled truck braked, the goods on the truck fell a lot due to inertia.
Song Yan hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
The gate of 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 the boy in front of him seemed to have encountered something, his eyes were a little red, and he hurriedly comforted him: "It's nothing, it's nothing, don't cry, if you are really embarrassed, just see if there is 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, one is dark blue, and the scarf ends are printed with the low-quality pirated Iron Man and Captain America logos, which match well with the sweaters they wore when they went to the amusement park.
And Xia Zhiye seems to have said that he doesn't have a scarf.
He should look good in red.
So Song Yan looked at the old man: "How much do these two scarves cost together?"
The old man raised a finger: "One hundred and one."
Hearing this, Song Yan took out his mobile phone and found that the bank card had indeed been reported lost by the guardian.
And all his net worth is only the 164.52 yuan change in Alipay, and the 800 yuan that Song Minghai may have called 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, and then looked at the old man without hesitation: "Then you can 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?"
"..."
Not a girlfriend, but pretty much the same.
Song Yan: "Yes."
"Then it's nothing to worry about. This is originally sold as a pair. Buy one and get one free. If you buy the red one, I'll give you the blue one. Isn't that just right?" He took off the two scarves, stuffed them into Song Yan's hands, and patted his head by the way, "Tomorrow is the holiday, don't cry, unhappy things, just go to sleep, it's nothing to worry about."
The old man's thick dialect is like a catalyst for some kind of emotion.
Song Yan suppressed his emotions, lowered his head, and said "um", "Thank you, grandpa."
"That's right, it's snowing, go home early."
Satisfied, the old man rode his tricycle again and rode away in the snowy night.
And Song Yan looked down at the scarf in his hand that had been rough in workmanship for the past two days and was highly suspected of being pirated, and suppressed the sourness in the corners of his 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 hypocrisy. He didn't understand why some people would cry at every turn, and he didn't understand why some people would instantly break their defenses just because they were moved.
But he seems to have gradually discovered that apart from the shadow of Song Minghai, it is not impossible to meet the sun in life.
Like some big idiot who looks good in red.
Just as he was thinking about it, an anxious "Song Yan!" came from behind, who was a little out of control
As soon as he turned around, he saw Xia Zhiye running towards him with a large bouquet of lily-of-the-valleys in the heavy snow. Before he could say a word, Xia Zhiye had already hugged him tightly in his arms.
The hot and heavy breath fell on Song Yan's neck and ears in big gulps, and every time he took a breath, the strength of his hands tightened a bit, as if he was protecting some precious thing that was lost and recovered.
Song Yan was almost out of breath from being hugged by him: "What's wrong?"
As if hearing his voice confirmed that he was finally still there, Xia Zhiye finally straightened up, looked down at him, trimmed his forehead hair, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "I thought you were gone."
I thought you were gone.
In just six words, it seems to have exhausted all the treasures in the world.
Song Yan suppressed the wet corners of his eyes for a long time, but finally a small snowflake fell and quickly disappeared.
He looked up at Xia Zhiye, like a child who finally found support after being wronged a lot, and asked a word with all his courage.
"I didn't leave, but Xia Zhiye, I only have a scarf that doesn't look very good-looking now, are you still willing to be with me?"