What the hell is booze
Did he know Zhao Ziyu before
... Zhao Ziyu suddenly resolutely returned to city a? Is this the genius solution that 008 and the Lord God came up with
Song Yu's expression instantly looked like a formidable enemy.
Song Wanying laughed out loud, stretched out her hand and pinched his face, and said, "Why are you so surprised? The two of you had a good relationship when you were young, and you won't be strangers when you meet them."
Song Yu opened her hand, turned her face away, and pursed the corner of her mouth, "Let's talk later."
The neon light streaming from the car window flashed on his face.
Song Yu's face was cold and delicate, and there was a cold and fierce evil spirit. It is like a small beast that protects food, showing its displeased minions in the face of a sudden intruder.
Song Wanying sighed at her younger brother's smooth skin, and was amused by her own thought, what the hell is the little beast that protects food
Back at Song's house, except for my brother, Song's mother and Song's father are all there.
After so long, Mama Song saw that he was so excited that she almost burst into tears, asking for help. After learning that he had been safe and sound in Jingcheng, she finally believed the doctor's words.
"Doctor Xu is right. The last time he was discharged from the hospital, he was almost fine."
She sighed: "I originally promised you to go to Jingcheng because I was afraid that your father and I would be too busy with work and would not be able to take care of you. I thought that with your grandmother, the old man could take care of you more carefully and let you recuperate. It's been half a year. ,how do you feel?"
Who would believe that he went to Jingcheng to recuperate
Song Yu was embarrassed to tell his mother what he had done in Jingcheng No.1 Middle School.
No matter what kind of disease, it is almost the same as making others angry.
"It's pretty good, the teacher is very kind, and the classmates are very friendly. The atmosphere in the class is also very good, and there are few conflicts between everyone." Song Yu said without changing his face.
Mother Song nodded with satisfaction, and told him to go back to the room to rest first, and then prepare to eat.
He hadn't lived in the room in the main house of the Song family for a long time, and the servants cleaned it carefully before he came.
As soon as Song Yu entered, he was first attracted by the photos on the table.
In the photo, he was forced to wear a suit when he was a child, with milky white skin, soft light brown hair, clear brown eyes, and he was impatient. Frowning, pouting, glancing at the camera. In Song Wanying's original words, "If it wasn't for your cute looks, you wouldn't be short of beatings when you were young."
Song Yu put down the suitcase, walked over, touched the photo, and smiled slowly.
His bedroom was on the far right of the second floor, and the garden was outside the window. It was already night, and it was snowing in city a. It was white outside, and the snow on the fountain sculpture reflected the moonlight.
The servants brought him the quilt and at the same time told him to go down to eat.
When he walked out the door, he happened to bump into Song Dong who came down from the third floor with a parrot.
Song Dong is a fire-breathing dragon outside, and has entered retirement mode at home, wearing gray pajamas and slippers, like a middle-aged old man who is depressed at home.
As he went downstairs, he trained the parrot in the cage: "Did Song Wanying teach you these messy things."
The macaw in the cage has gorgeous feathers, but there are earthy words in his mouth: "Today there is something on your face, you are a little good-looking, a little good-looking."
Song Dong got angry and shook the cage: "What are you learning? It's not good to learn this, learn this!"
The parrot was shaken, and its mouth was still broken: "Only the state officials are allowed to set fire, and you are not allowed to leave me!"
Song Dong was furious, even more angry: "What has she been thinking about all day as a girl!"
That's how Song Yu caught Song Dong's eyes.
The two looked at each other.
Song Yu: "...Dad."
Why should Song Wanying and her rubbish parrot cause him to bear the blame
When Song Dong saw him, the anger on his face froze, then he snorted unnaturally, and shoved the cage into his hand: "I'm back? From now on, this stupid bird raised by your sister will be yours."
Song Yu carried the bird, and the parrot's mouth was still pressing: "In the eyes of a lover, only you will be seen, and only you will be seen in the eyes of Xi Shi."
He twitched the corners of his mouth and felt that his dad was really big-hearted. The parrot had been in his hands for a month. I'm afraid it wasn't because he was going to change from licking a dog to a jerk.
Give the parrot to the servant next to you.
When they went down, Song Wanying was already done, and Song's mother waved to them.
The family sat together, first Song Dong's perfunctory remarks from the head of the family, and then asked about Song Yu's situation in Jingcheng, and then asked about his studies.
Song Yu really had something to say.
"It's alright, so-so, just maintain the top three in the class. The difficulty of the Jingcheng exam is just like that. I wrote the final exam and it was boring, and I fell asleep."
Song Wanying almost choked when she drank the soup with a spoon.
Song Dong didn't know him yet, so he just regarded his words as fart and asked, "Aren't you going to talk about the classmate you played very well?"
Song Yu's hand holding the fork froze: "...Which one?"
Song Dong: "The one who gave the watch."
Song Yu was guilty of a thief, lowered his head and said, "What's the point of this?"
Song Dong said slowly: "You are not young, and there are a lot of secrets."
Song Yu raised his head, and simply said: "It's not me who has many secrets. You heard what the parrot said just now, shouldn't you ask my sister what she did outside? I think she is in love. "
Song Wanying couldn't take a break when she drank the soup, she glanced at Song Yu like a knife, and explained directly: "I'm not in love, I just like a little actor."
Speaking of her idol, Song Wanying immediately put down her spoon and her eyes lit up: "Hey Dad, do you remember the poster I showed you last time, isn't the image of the swordsman particularly handsome, are you interested in investing in it? Your daughter has a discerning eye to see who Jin likes. I think he will become popular and is a cash cow worth cultivating."
For the huge Song Consortium, profit from a film and television entertainment company may not be enough, let alone an artist.
Song Dong has never been the image of a loving father who loves his children: "Why do you want me to invest in your own eyes?"
Song Wanying: "Because he is handsome!"
Song Dong sneered: "Oh."
Song Wanying was ruthless and fought for her idol: "How about you transfer to an entertainment company to play with me?"
Song Yu laughed out loud.
It's really embarrassing for her to have to inherit the family business in order to chase stars.
Song Dong: "Can you be more reserved as a girl!"
Song's mother shook her head helplessly, feeling that her daughter was really obsessed: "Wanying, aren't you the most repulsive of joining the company? Eat well."
Song Wanying snorted and could only choose to shut her mouth.
Fortunately, with Song Wanying's interruption, Song Yucheng didn't have to answer the "classmate"'s question.
On the first day Song Yu returned to City A, he missed Xie Sui a little. Chatting in the evening, I talked to him about the parrot and his family. After talking about it for a long time, I got bored and asked him directly.
[Song Yu: When are you coming?]
[Xie Sui: Very soon.]
Song Yu's fingers rested on the screen of the mobile phone, wanting to tell him something about Zhao Ziyu.
But subconsciously rejecting the name, he gave up.
He simply made a phone call.
Xie Sui picked it up, and across the phone was a familiar and cold voice: "Still still asleep?"
Song Yu: "It's still early. What are you doing now?"
Xie Sui glanced at the files on the computer, chatted with the video that had just ended, lowered his eyes and smiled lightly: "Write your homework."
Song Yu was shocked. It turned out that Xie Sui was lazy when he was in school, and all depended on his hard work during the holidays.
He was stunned for a moment, then jokingly said, "It's amazing, is this the secret skill you've been hiding for years."
Xie Sui smiled: "Well, just tell you."
Despite such a long distance, the words with a smile seemed to be warm in his ears.
Song Yu touched his earlobe embarrassedly: "Then do your homework well. I won't bother you anymore, just hang up."
Xie Sui chuckled and said in a lazy voice, "What are you hanging up, the homework has been finished, but I haven't heard enough of your voice."
Song Yu's eyes widened slightly: "???"
My heart is very sweet, but the point is: "This is really your first time in love? Thank God, isn't it bad, the love story comes in sets."
Xie Sui: "Instinct."
Song Yu complained: "In the past, everything was a talent, but now everything is an instinct."
Xie Sui's dark eyes were bottomless and looked into the distant place, but he spoke with a smile, sloppy and informal, like a joke: "Perhaps, we were lovers in our previous life."
last life.
When he mentioned these three words, Song Yu was both wary and sad.
long silence.
Xie Sui also seemed to have found something wrong with him, and shouted, "Yu Yu?"
In front of 008, Song Yu scoffed at the original plot and satirized blatantly. But in the face of Xie Sui, it is impossible not to care.
According to 008's original words, it was Zhao Ziyu who blocked a shot for Xie Sui, so Xie Sui fell in love with him
why
Oh, there is still a long time ahead, the two people on the deserted island get along day and night, and Zhao Ziyu chats with heart and lungs.
Song Yu gritted his teeth and asked frankly, "Xie Sui, do you like me because I am good to you?"
Xie Sui didn't know how to answer this question, so he pointed his finger on the table and lowered his head and smiled.
no.
How could it be.
After returning to city a in the previous life, there were countless people who were kind to him, both true and false.
Even after he decided to leave the Xie family and pretended to be down and poor, some people were willing to accompany him selflessly and help him.
It's just that he doesn't need it.
He had been cold and lonely all his life, and he didn't even know that he was so easily moved.
"Why do you think so?"
Xie Sui asked him.
Song Yu began to give an example: "If, I mean if, you didn't meet me first, you met another person first. He chats with you all day long, talking about warm topics of childhood, family, and past, and often Haunt you, show you his love and tenderness, and finally, when your enemy comes, give up your life and death to help you block a shot. Would you like him?"
Xie Sui touched the table with a slight pause, and her half-closed eyes were calm and cold: "No."
"I don't like talking to people about those things, and I don't like being probed."
"If you get stuck again and again."
He joked: "Maybe it was me who shot that shot."