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However, Song Yan never imagined that it would end up like this——

He looked at Cheng Ran who was slipping into bed, and he was silent for a while before confirming to him: "Do you really want to sleep and share a bed with me? My dad's room is empty, I can go to sleep."

"Come on!" Cheng Ran patted the pillow excitedly, signaling him to climb up quickly, "It's been a long time since we slept on the same bed and whispered!"

Song Yan resisted the urge to roll his eyes: "Can you wash up before climbing into my bed?"

After washing their face and brushing their teeth, the two of them lay down quietly under the covers.

Cheng Ran didn't whisper to him either, he was lying on his side, facing Song Yan and closed his eyes.

After a while, my breathing eased and I fell asleep.

Song Yan also turned sideways and looked at the fool.

I don't know who said it, but the sleep quality of a fool is always very good.It seems reasonable.

He reached out and lightly touched his short hair, his forehead, and the bridge of his nose with his index finger.

In the end, it fell on his lips involuntarily, and it was about to leave.

— This fool.

Song Yan didn't sleep well, and woke up from his dream.

Suddenly fell into a world with only one person, rocks, cold wind and sea; suddenly fell into a noisy street with strange faces, and couldn't find the way home.The dream is grotesque, yet extremely real. When you close your eyes, it is a jumble of colors, but when you open your eyes, it is dark.

He suddenly felt out of breath, and the air around him squeezed towards him with pressure, as if it wanted to squeeze him into a speck of dust.In a panic, he grabbed a wrist, like grabbing a straw.

A hug came oncoming, and the breath of that person was overwhelming.

Song Yan finally calmed down.

After hugging and leaving, he felt a sudden warmth on his forehead, and a familiar voice said softly: "It's okay, I will always be with you, so you won't be sad."

"Who made me like you?" said the voice.

He suddenly felt sad, and subconsciously wanted to hug something.

Reach out and feel the warmth, the touch of skin.

Without hesitation, he closed his eyes and leaned over.

The warmth also came over, leaving a soft touch on his lips.

The two go to school together.

Song Yan suddenly felt that he wanted to get closer to him, a little closer.

Too far.

The distance from the first row to the last row is unbearable.

……

After the divorce, Fu Sheng had visitation rights once a month, but she didn't waste every opportunity. She would wait for Song Yan at the gate of No. [-] Middle School after school, and then take him to a good western restaurant to eat steak.

It happened to be a holiday on New Year's Day, and Song Yan was invited to dinner by his own mother again.

For him, instead of defining the monthly meeting as a "visit", it would be better to call it an "interrogation".

Fu Sheng felt that there was really no need to ask questions like "Is the food good, is the clothes warm, and how is the mental state?" The answers are obvious at a glance, so her focus every time was——

"What's your rank in the monthly exam?"

"First."

"What about Cheng Ran? How many exams did he pass?"

"I don't know, maybe three or four hundred."

"Next time, can you help mom remember Cheng Ran's ranking?"

"Ah."

"It doesn't matter that she, He Mingxi, has a smooth journey. Her son doesn't know how to study and has no future prospects. She will be like this for the rest of her life. Our family Yanyan is more obedient, with such good grades and obedient behavior. I came all this way to see you. When the time comes, a champion will be tested, and we will completely compare them!"

"Ah."

"Xiao Yan, you have to study hard now and perform well in the college entrance examination, so you can help your mother win!"

"Ah."

"Xiao Yan eat more, studying hard."

"Ah."

"Ask your dad for money if you want to buy something for school, and watch him a little bit, so that he won't have to look for women outside."

"Ah."

She said a word, and he responded.Concise, perfunctory, and a pitiful "um".

Song Yan suddenly felt that she was a little pitiful, and so was he, and so was Song Heng.

Their family is miserable and miserable.

"But it's all right now," he thought, "I have Cheng Ran, maybe the one who will never be separated for the rest of my life."

My mood instantly improved, like a popping sunflower, warm, bright and dazzling.So he said—

"Mom, don't worry about these things anymore, I still want you to be happier."

Fu Sheng was stunned, and blurted out what he had said countless times: "As long as you study hard, I will be happier than anything else!"

Song Yan raised his hand to rub his neck, and smiled helplessly—this was the expected answer.

He didn't care, and handed Fu Sheng a jewelry box: "Here, here it is, happy birthday."

Fu Sheng picked it up, opened it, looked at it, and said calmly with joy, "Look at you, you have learned to spend money before you can make money!"

The mother and son chatted for a few more words, and then they broke up.

He walked out of the western restaurant and happened to see an acquaintance.

An acquaintance who seriously asked myself "What is Newton's third law?" this morning.

Now I am waiting in line with the girl at the entrance of the Internet celebrity milk tea shop on the street corner.

He knew that girl, Xia Zhiyao.

No. [-] middle school's all-powerful quasi-campus flower, all excellent in her studies, and friendly to others, according to the No. [-] middle school's post bar, it seems that she is still a bit ambiguous with his idiot.

Song Yan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable looking at everything.

Trees are not like trees, flowers are not like flowers, and telephone poles are not like telephone poles.

He was in a very bad mood.With a blank face, he passed by the two of them very coldly.

——with the arrogance of "this road is not your father's favorite way to go, and he is not guilty why he hides from you".

Pretend to be calm.

But when he approached them, the clenched and wrinkled inner fabric of the pocket still faithfully recorded his emotions.

"Song Yan!" The moment he passed by, the man looked over with surprise on his face, "You actually come out to go shopping?"

"..." He subconsciously stopped, reacted for a few seconds, and then answered slowly, "Well, what a coincidence."

Xia Zhiyao also greeted him, and then bumped into Cheng Ran's arm with a slightly intimate gesture, winking and smiling: "Oh, classmate Song?"

——Heh, I get a first-class scholarship once every semester, you don’t know me?

Student Song sneered in his heart.

——So why does that stupid guy keep having so many girls talking to him?

Classmate Song was dissatisfied.

"Don't make trouble!" Cheng Ran reprimanded Xia Zhiyao in a low voice.

Song Yan became more and more displeased, waved Cheng Ran's arm on his shoulder, and said indifferently: "I'll go back first, and do the questions." After walking two steps, he turned around and said indifferently, "Your physics practice paper, The correct rate is high, and I didn't see your answering process on the test paper. Since you are so good, you should also do the next one, and remember to give it to me tomorrow."

Cheng Ran: "..."

Cheng Ran: "???"

As Song Yan walked away, Xia Zhiyao looked up to the sky and laughed, not caring about her image as a lady.

Cheng Ran rolled his eyes, and said helplessly to Xia Zhiyao, "It's because you didn't think carefully, remember to sell it for free."

"It's easy to talk about," Xia Zhiyao happily sipped honey cheese milk tea, with a kind and kind expression like a Maitreya Buddha, "The price is negotiable, and I will give you a discount for repeat customers. Afternoon tea for five days is enough."

"... profiteer." Student Cheng Ran commented very objectively. He frowned and thought for a while, "Xiao Yan must be angry. I'd better write it myself. I still have to visit him later."

"Cut—" Xia Zhiyao elongated her voice, and sighed in a rather accented tone, "My wife is a slave."

Cheng Ran glanced at her uncomfortably: "Don't talk nonsense."

……

Song Yan came home, kicked off his shoes, entered the room, and locked the lock.

In fact, there is no one at home, so there is no need to lock the door.

Fu Sheng moved away long ago, Song Heng worked overtime every three days, and he didn't intend to come back several times a month. Even the nannies who did the cleaning and laundry were ordered by Song Yan to leave before five o'clock.

The one hundred square meter house is eerily silent every day.

He was enjoying it.

Opening the schoolbag, the first thing in the stack of books was the physics test paper of that idiot Cheng Ran.

The handwriting is delicate, and it looks like a girl's handwriting.

With a sneer, he took out the test paper from his schoolbag, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.

Then he took out a stack of snow-white test papers and threw them on the table, and the rolls scattered all over the table with a "click".

Song Yan took out a gel pen from the pencil case and began to write English.

Twenty minutes later, the pen was put aside to check the answers, and the red pen corrected half of the test paper.

Song Yan: "..."

He simply threw away the test paper and took out a chess book from the summer vacation to pass the time.

There are still five months until the college entrance examination, and Song Yan pinches the chess pieces with a tense chin and knocks on the edge of the chessboard, spending a lot of time chicly.

... Tsk.

bother.

--Have a meal.

After washing the rice, pour it into the rice cooker and adjust the time.

Song Yan brought out the wax gourd pork ribs soup made by auntie from the refrigerator, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and dried Longjing shrimp. They were all covered with plastic wrap, pierced, and put in the microwave for two cycles.

It was getting dark.turn on the light.

With a sound of "ding", I turned on the microwave oven, took out the vegetable plate, and peeled off the plastic wrap. A few steaming water droplets dripped onto the black marble countertop.

When the rice cooker turned off, Song Yan opened the lid only to find that the water had been added too little and the rice was dry.

He closed the lid with a cold face, boiled water, and took out a tube of dried noodles from the cabinet.

During the waiting time, I fried two soft-boiled poached eggs for myself.

It's easy to cook the noodles, and it's done in less than 10 minutes.

Song Yan put the big bowl on the table, thought for a while, and went to the living room to turn on the TV.

——It will be more lively if there is a sound.

Song Yan maintained the movement of opening the door, but was stunned for a moment.

The idiot-like smiling face outside the door was brilliant: "Xiao Yan!"

It was Cheng Ran who was still dating a girl on Jiefang Street in the afternoon.

"What are you doing here?" Song Yan frowned, but still let him in sideways.

"Hey!" Cheng Ran squeezed into the room shamelessly, consciously put on slippers and stepped into the dining room, "Of course I came to see you, and I'll have dinner by the way."

"Aren't you going home?" Song Yan asked suspiciously, holding a pair of chopsticks.

"My parents are in a hurry to design, and they occupy a room to draw pictures. I am not allowed to go home and say anything that will affect my inspiration." Cheng Ran spread his hands indifferently, "Kick me out and tell me to go out and have dinner by myself. Hey, When I came out, I found out that I didn’t bring any money, so I came to you to take care of it.”

Of course, it's not that I don't have any money, but that I have no money.It was also at this time that Cheng Ran realized the value of knowledge: a manual answer plus analysis of a physics test paper can burn half a month's pocket money.

He intentionally changed the topic, and began to poke around, "Where's Uncle Song?"

"Work overtime." Song Yan said succinctly, "I cooked noodles, let's have some together?"

……

5 minute later.

Cheng Ran was sitting opposite Song Yan, with half a poached egg in his mouth, looking at him cautiously: "Xiao Yan, are you angry today?"

"Huh?" Song Yan lowered his eyes and didn't listen carefully to what he said at all. He ate his noodles seriously while perfunctory a syllable, feeling that his salt seemed a bit bland.

When Cheng Ran heard this tone, he felt that he was going to be in trouble, and he frowned and explained with difficulty, "Then what, I really have too much time for training, it's not that I don't want to write... I'm afraid you think I'm not motivated and don't want to study I asked Xia Zhiyao to help write the paper for me, and I even invited her to buy milk tea for a month, it’s a big loss... I might as well ask you to tell me..." Cheng Erha was dejected, and even his tail drooped.

But within three seconds, he made a strong promise again, "I will definitely write this piece today, and I will write it myself."

Song Yan looked at the second idiot in front of him, and was rarely in a good mood.

So he conveniently put his poached egg into Cheng Ran's bowl.

"Let's do homework together today. The paper is quite difficult. Let me tell you."

The author has something to say:

emmmmm... my [-] sketches are really going to be cold...

Due tomorrow I haven't finished half of the drawing...

Now there is an inexplicable sense of stability... Maybe it's because no one in the class has finished painting.

Pulling out the time code text from the pile of white paper, I really love this story at night...