Su Jinzhi sighed imperceptibly, lowered his eyes and let out a soft "hmm".
"Did you get the birthday gift?" There was a slight noise from the man, who must have changed his sitting position, "Dad worked too late last night, so he didn't call to wish Jinzhi a happy birthday. Are you angry, Jinzhi?"
Su Jinzhi replied: "I'm not angry, I have already received a gift from my father, thank you Dad."
The birthday gift from Song Mingxuan was parked in the garage this morning. It was a limited edition sports car that every boy of his age wanted to own. Song Yingchu had never received such an expensive gift on his 18th birthday, and Song Mingxuan couldn't even blink his eyes. I bought it for Yuanshen without blinking, but forgot to call him to say happy birthday.
But in fact, Su Jinzhi didn't have much interest in such a sports car. In contrast, he preferred star warships. It's just that he can't afford to open that thing even if he struggles for several lifetimes, and I'm afraid he is not qualified to open it. What Yuanshen wanted most was not a sports car, what he wanted was a simple "Happy Birthday" from his relatives—Song Mingxuan or Song Yingchu.
"Just receive it. If you want anything else, just tell Aunt Hui or your brother, or call Dad. Is the money enough? Do you want Dad to call you again..." Song Mingxuan signed the document , while admonishing the boy as usual.
After he hung up the driver's phone this morning, he thought about it and called the boy. Xia Xi just did a psychological examination for the boy last month, saying that his recent mental condition is good, but since he was in a bad mood this morning, maybe it was because he forgot to say happy birthday to the boy last night, so the boy just woke up this morning. Will be depressed.
"Dad is very busy with work this month, and he will be free to go home to see you next month..."
Su Jinzhi listened to the man's gentle but not caring words on the phone, stretched his waist, and then interrupted the man's words: "Dad..."
Song Mingxuan's pen tip stopped, and the smooth vertical strokes of the handwriting stopped completely in the middle, leaving a black dot on the original white paper. Hearing the boy's crying voice, he frowned seriously, and asked suspiciously, "Jinzhi?"
The boy sniffed on the other end of the phone, breathed lightly and refused to speak.
Listening to his silence, Song Mingxuan pulled out the cap on the end of the pen and put it on the tip of the pen, and took the phone with his right hand, with a gentle voice that was completely different from his cold face: "Jinzhi, what's wrong with you?" If you have anything to say, tell Dad, did you fail the exam? Don’t worry, Dad will call the teacher immediately to ask for leave, and you can rest at home this week, okay? "
Su Jinzhi shouted from the bottom of his heart: Fuck is so cool, he shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "No... Dad... I don't want to ask for leave..."
"Host, your avatar has begun to collapse, please pay attention to your words and deeds, and the first level of punishment will begin now." No. 1 reminded him coldly.
The moment the system's mechanical electronic sound fell, Su Jinzhi felt a faint dull pain coming from his abdomen, and it slowly spread to his limbs like the tide and waves of the setting sun. It was clear but not severe. within the tolerance range.
Yuanshen was an obedient and well-behaved boy who would not reject others, nor did he know how to refuse, and would not express his inner feelings clearly to Song Mingxuan like Su Jinzhi did today. He would only remain silent, and would only silently accept everything Song Mingxuan gave him. —Good or bad, whether you like it or not, accept it all.
Childhood is the period when a person is most sensitive to emotions, and Yuanzheng's personality made this characteristic even stronger. He felt Song Mingxuan's indifference towards him long ago.
In the eyes of outsiders, Song Mingxuan may dote on him and almost respond to every request, but the original body can feel that Song Mingxuan is raising him, in fact, it is no different from raising a small pet without minions, and his concern for Song Yingchu is even more so. Compared with him, I don't know where to go—Song Yingchu's studies are declining, and Song Mingxuan will personally call him to educate him, while the original body, no matter whether his studies are good or bad, Song Mingxuan will only comfort or encourage him, anyway, no matter what the result is, he will support him .
Because there is no expectation, so naturally there will be no disappointment.
Song Mingxuan never expected Song Jinzhi to do anything. Even if Song Jinzhi was too smart and threatened Song Yingchu's status, he might announce Song Jinzhi's real background without hesitation to ensure that he had no qualifications to compete with Song Yingchu for the Song family.
After all, pets can only be qualified to continue to be pampered if they hide their sharp claws obediently in the pads.
What's more, the news that he was not Song Mingxuan's biological son spread all over the sky. No one would ever think that they were biological father and son. Yuanchen had already acquiesced to this fact in his heart.
Therefore, no matter how gentle and kind Song Mingxuan was when he spoke to him, Yuanshen knew clearly that in the family he tried so hard to maintain, he was the only one who could be abandoned at any time—under the appearance of being surrounded by thousands of pets, it was so embarrassing. The sad truth of man.
Song Mingxuan raised Song Jinzhi since he was a child, but after the young man started to remember things, he never cried in front of him again, so when Song Mingxuan heard the faint crying voice of the young man when he spoke, his heart shivered and his brows frowned. Tighter: "Jinzhi, are you crying?"
No. 1 said: "Level 2."
"No..." Su Jinzhi paused, and took a deep breath to relieve the pain that was gradually increasing. However, in Song Mingxuan's ears, the voice was the boy's desire to hide, "Dad, can you come back for a few days... I miss you very much …”
The man was silent and did not speak.
No. 1 continued to say in a cold voice: "Level three."
Su Jinzhi finally couldn't bear the pain anymore. He sat by the bathtub, bent his legs, closed his eyes and rested his head on his knees, weakly, and sounded extremely disappointed: "I'm sorry, Dad... you are very busy, I shouldn't have said something like that..."
"It's okay, Jinzhi. Dad will be back tomorrow. Are you at home now?" Song Mingxuan said while beckoning to the secretary beside him to book a plane ticket. Today's young man is so abnormal that Song Mingxuan has to wonder if he is Where was he bullied again
"Hmm..." Su Jinzhi replied softly, got up from the water, put on a pair of underwear, and didn't even have the strength to put on his pajamas, climbed onto the bed and lay down.
Song Mingxuan said again: "Dad will help you call the teacher to ask for leave. You don't have to go to class tomorrow. Can you rest at home?"
"No need, Dad." Su Jinzhi hurriedly refused. Although the original body was poor in studies, he studied hard and never missed work. If he really didn't go to class tomorrow, he would be punished at the first, second and third levels on the first day. Simple, "As long as I can see Daddy..."
The young man didn't finish his words, but Song Mingxuan could already hear the unfinished nostalgia in his words. He pursed the corners of his lips and said softly, "Okay, Dad will be back tomorrow."
"Really?" The boy's voice rose slightly, with excitement, but soon fell down again, "But didn't Dad say that this month is very busy..."
Song Mingxuan said: "Those jobs can be done at home, Jinzhi hasn't eaten yet, right? Go eat first, and see Dad after school tomorrow, okay?"
"Well, goodbye, Dad."
"Goodbye Jin."
After Su Jinzhi had done enough homework to be a good baby, he didn't continue to collapse the character, so he stopped the punishment on the 1st, and said to Su Jinzhi coldly: "Host, what are you doing—"
"I'm doing a task." Su Jinzhi threw the phone aside, rolled up the quilt and lay down on the bed, and said without blushing, "I didn't collapse too badly, you see, didn't Song Mingxuan obediently listen to me and came back?" ? If he doesn’t come back, what else can I do?”
Number one said: "You can save the two supporting targets, Bai Xinlu and Song Yingchu first."
"Oh, the two of them are disgusting." Su Jinzhi waved his hands before No. 1 finished speaking, "After I save Song Mingxuan, I will save them both."
No. 1 is indifferent: "Oh, that's it."
Su Jinzhi rubbed his stomach that was still in pain. The punishments just now were not in vain, at least he had confirmed the specific location of the disease in this body. He asked No. 1, "No. 1, what is my disease?" ? Stomach trouble? Stomach ulcer?"
No. 1 let out a heck: "It's time to get off work, let's talk about it next time I go to work."
get off work? ?
"Can your AI who loves the life system still go to get off work?" Su Jinzhi asked incredulously, "Where is number zero, I want to ask number zero."
No. 1 said: "Why not? Our AI also has human rights. No. 1 is on vacation. There is still a long way to go to build a harmonious society. The host should do the task well."
Su Jinzhi felt that he could hear a hint of disdain from No. 1's usual indifferent electronic voice, and No. 1 did disappear after saying that sentence. He shouted twice in his mind, but no one responded.
No one paid attention to him, Su Jinzhi touched his flat stomach, felt that he was not too hungry, pulled the quilt over his head and started to sleep, during which time Huima called him to eat but did not hear.
"Second young master, it's time to eat. Second young master?" Hui's mother knocked on the door several times, but she didn't see the young master opened the door. She was a little worried, but she couldn't just push the door open, so she went downstairs and asked if she was already sitting at the table. What should Song Yingchu do, "Eldest young master, I knocked on the door several times and the second young master didn't come to open the door. Do you want Ajuan to deliver the food to him?"
Song Yingchu opened the canned dog with a knife, put it in front of his shepherd dog, and let it eat at his feet. After hearing what Hui's mother said, he said casually: "I guess he is sleeping. He will eat by himself when he is hungry at night." If you go downstairs, don't worry about him."
Hui's mother nodded: "Hey, then I'll put some food for the second young master in the kitchen?"
Seeing that Song Yingchu didn't care about her words at all, but lowered her head and concentrated on looking at her canned dog meat, Hui's mother glanced at him, sighed and left.
Su Jinzhi slept until 11 o'clock in the evening. When he woke up and looked at the extremely dark sky outside the window, he felt that his stomach, which had been uncomfortable in the afternoon, was now even more uncomfortable.
Could it be that you are hungry? After all, he hadn't eaten all day, so Su Jinzhi rubbed his stomach and went downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat. As soon as he entered, he saw Hui Ma's porridge, which was obviously left for him. Su Jinzhi clasped his hands together, exclaimed "Long live the food" and then pulled away the chair and sat down at the table and began to eat with big mouthfuls.
The taste of the cold porridge is not very good, but it can still taste delicious. Su Jinzhi didn't pay much attention to it. As long as it is not some dark cuisine, all the food is a delicacy to him—after all, in the interstellar era, this kind of cooking But it is very rare and expensive, and most people can only afford nutrient solution.
While eating, Song Yingchu, who was wearing a nightgown, came in. He took a can of beer from the refrigerator, sat down in front of Su Jinzhi, and asked, "Jinzhi, why are you still up so late? You won't come down this afternoon. Have a meal."
Su Jinzhi lowered his head and answered him in a low voice: "I fell asleep, now I'm hungry, come down and have something to eat."
Song Yingchu raised his eyebrows, looked at the cold bowl of porridge in front of him and said, "The porridge is cold, so you can eat it without warming it up? Brother, let me serve you another bowl of noodles."
"No need brother, I'll go back to sleep right away... good night brother!" The young man immediately stood up from the table when he heard this. Too much, put the bowl and spoon in the sink and leave in a hurry.
Song Yingchu looked at the back of the young man who was almost running away, and the corners of his lips twitched coldly, thinking that Bai Xinlu must have succeeded, otherwise how could Song Jinzhi run away in panic when he heard that he cared so much about him? But hasn't Bai Xinlu started blackmailing him yet? Why is he so afraid
Song Yingchu sneered, threw the beer can into the trash can and went back to the room.
Su Jinzhi got up early the next morning, unlike most of the scumbags who would cry when they heard that they were going to school, although he was a scumbag, he was still looking forward to going to school - he hadn't experienced this in many years A feeling of youth! What's more, Su Jinzhi is not a scumbag at all. His grades in the colleges and universities in the Milky Way are all A+. Continuing to be a scumbag in school is looked down upon by students and teachers. So Su Jinzhi happily washed his face, brushed his teeth, put on his school uniform, went downstairs, and obediently sat at the dining table waiting for breakfast.
So Song Yingchu entered the house after walking the dog, and immediately saw the young man at the table who was chewing bread with his hands in his hands.
Today's weather is very good. Although it is only 7 o'clock in the morning, the sun outside is already very strong. The extremely prosperous and brilliant warm light is projected in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, like a layer of broken gold pouring on the boy's body, Song Yingchu Squinting his eyes, he realized for the first time that his nominal younger brother was so delicate and beautiful. The light blue school uniform that others wore was bulky and bloated, and he actually gave off an air of restraint when he wore it.
His hair wasn't pure black either, it showed a warmer chestnut color under the sun, just like his eyes, faint and transparent.
Hearing the movement, the young man bit the bread and looked towards himself. Those brown eyes seemed to be still asleep, covered with a light layer of water, and some beige bread was stained on the light concubine-colored lips. The crumbs, the half of the scarlet tongue protruded by the young man rolled it into the mouth, Song Yingchu could even imagine how hot and greasy it was inside, it was most suitable to kneel in front of a man, gently opened, and then slowly closed, rubbing and pumping It will bring people to the pinnacle of lust.
Just thinking about it, Song Yingchu felt that his whole body was getting hot, and suddenly felt that his younger brother didn't seem to be completely useless—at least his face and body were better than the revealingly dressed Bai Xinlu, and Diamond Heaven. Those well-tuned MBs in the movie are more suitable for lying on a man's bed, being ravaged so badly that they cry for mercy.
"Going to class?" Song Yingchu walked up to him and looked down at him, "Do you want my brother to take you to class?"
Su Jinzhi swallowed the bread in his mouth, lowered his head to avoid the man's sight, and whispered, "Thank you brother, but no need, Jinzhi can go alone..."
Song Yingchu approached and met his eyes, and felt that those brown eyes were as beautiful as water gems. Seeing that the young man lowered his head and changed back to his original obsequious appearance, he was a little impatient, but his interest was strong. How can Su Jinzhi refuse
He took the schoolbag that Su Jinzhi put on the stool beside him, turned around and left: "Come out when you're full, I'll wait for you in the car."
It seems that there is no way to refuse, so Su Jinzhi can only drink the milk on the table and catch up. When he arrived at the garage, he found that his driver Shi Jun was already waiting there. After seeing Song Yingchu, Shi Jun bowed his head and said respectfully : "Master."
Song Yingchu glanced at him, and said, "I'll send Jinzhi to school today, you can go back."
Shi Jun didn't agree immediately, but looked at Su Jinzhi who was running in a hurry, and left after seeing the latter nodded in confirmation.
"Brother..." The young man stood in front of him uneasily, staring at the schoolbag he was carrying, wanting but not daring to take it, Song Yingchu gave him a funny look, opened the back seat door and threw the schoolbag in, and was about to When Su Jin was called to take the car, he spotted a new car in the garage out of the corner of his eye.
The car's body lines are extremely smooth and gorgeous, and it looks like an excellent work of art, but Song Yingchu can be sure - this car wasn't here yesterday.
Who can afford to give such a car as a gift does not need to think about it.
Song Yingchu suddenly lost the desire to open the door for the young man. He opened the driver's door and sat in the car. Looking in the rearview mirror, he watched the young man get into the car like a little quail, and then sat on the back seat in a dignified manner with his schoolbag in his arms. .
He kept his eyes down, very quiet, without a trace of vigor of a child of this age, Song Yingchu could only see the faint shadow cast by his long drooping eyelashes, and the brown pupils that could only be glimpsed occasionally.
The moment he drove the car into the garage, Song Yingchu asked, "Is that car a birthday present from your father?"
Su Jinzhi raised his head when he heard his question, stretched his neck and glanced back, and replied: "Yes."
"It's really a big deal." Song Yingchu laughed, turned his eyes away from the young man's fair and slender neck, and turned to the wide road ahead, "Would Jinzhi dislike the cheap gift from my brother?"
Song Yingchu gave a limited game console, which can be regarded as a gift for the boy's preference. The gift was carefully unwrapped by the original body, and then placed under the pillow—he was reluctant to play with it, because this tenderness from the indifferent brother who suddenly changed back may be the last time, so it seemed so precious.
"No!" The boy said in a panic, and quickly explained, "I like the gift from my brother very much!"
Song Yingchu was noncommittal, curled the corners of his lips and did not speak again.
He didn't speak, and Su Jinzhi wouldn't chat with him on his own. The two of them were silent all the way until they reached the school gate, when Su Jinzhi grabbed the door handle and was about to get out of the car. Song Yingchu took the initiative to break the silence: "That Jinzhi, yes Do you like the gift from Dad more, or the gift from brother?"
The man sat in the front seat motionless, but turned his head slightly, and looked at the boy indifferently to ask questions.
— This is a sending proposition.
Su Jinzhi paused when he pulled the door, and said softly but firmly: "I like the ones from my brother and the ones from my father."
"That's it..." Song Yingchu smiled, then turned his head away, "Goodbye, Jinzhi."
Standing outside the car, Su Jinzhi smiled and waved to him: "Brother—"
Song Yingchu started the car and ran away without waiting for him to finish speaking, feeding Su Jinzhi the exhaust.
"Support target Song Yingchu's current rescue progress value: -10/100." Number One who suddenly appeared said, "Host, you can."
Su Jinzhi didn't want to face the data of this big scumbag, so he changed the topic and said, "On the 1st, you started to go to work."
No. 1 said: "No, I went to work early."
Su Jinzhi asked it: "Why is it so hard to think about it?"
No. 1 didn't answer, but just reminded him coldly: "Class is about to start."
"Mysterious..." Su Jinzhi read it and walked towards his classroom with his schoolbag.
Yuanchen used to study in a private school, and the children in the school were pampered and spoiled by the rich and powerful. It was common for them to dislike people, but it was not easy to do it because of the identities of both parents.
So the low-key and quiet Xiao Jinzhi became the target of their bullying. Who made his name completely different from the Song family's usual surrogacy? Children are simple-minded, Yuanshen never said anything, so how could he think that he is Song Mingxuan's son.
After Song Mingxuan found out about this, he transferred Song Jinzhi to a public middle school—like Song Yingchu. He originally thought that Song Jinzhi should not be made too hard, so he sent the boy to a private school that focused on cultivating children's interests, but something like this happened, so he quickly transferred Song Jinzhi away. Although the public school is harder, he never asks the boy to be excellent in his studies. After finishing high school, he can help him buy which university he wants to go to.
However, Song Jinzhi's situation after transferring to another school was not much better.
He didn't study well, and he was boring. He would just stay in his seat and read books all day long. All of this was incompatible with the energetic boys around him, so he was naturally excluded by the boys in the class. And many girls who had a crush on him because of his appearance also left after meeting him and found out that he was such a gloomy and cold person, so the original body didn't have any friends at school.