The sick young master went to dance again

Dark clouds gathered over the city.

Not long after, a downpour with a cold wind came as expected.

In the small dark room, there were no windows, not even a ray of light could penetrate, and it was cruelly isolated from the dilapidated walls and broken door panels.

The air inside doesn't circulate, and the rotten, damp and desperate atmosphere spreads in the confined space, depressing to the extreme.

Here only the sound of dripping rain can be heard, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.

The little boy hugged his knees and curled up in a small ball in the corner, almost blending into the darkness, his feeble breathing and soft whimpers were covered under the sound of the rain.

He didn't know how long he had been here.

Because there is darkness in front of my eyes, I can't perceive time.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of the rain became smaller and smaller, and the sound of dull footsteps outside suddenly became clearer and clearer. The little boy's heart seemed to fluctuate violently with the sound of footsteps.

Tap, tap, tap...

Like a reminder.

Finally, the dilapidated door was opened.

Light came in through the crack of the door, finally lighting up the dark space, but the little boy in the corner was not happy about it, his light-colored pupils were full of fear and anxiety.

It seemed that what was coming towards him was not a human being.

It's an ugly demon with ferocious fangs.

In addition to being rotten and damp, the air smelled of inferior wine.

A drunk man walked in slowly, holding a steel pipe as thick as a forearm in his hand, the light was blocked behind him, and the figure of the man enveloped the little boy like a giant beast.

The little boy shrank into the corner, his immature voice trembling with extreme fear, "Dad, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, please don't hit me, please..."

"Damn it, I provide you with food and clothing, yet you dare to steal money from the boss, you little white-eyed wolf who eats inside and out..."

The more the man spoke, the more angry he was. He spit out a mouthful of saliva, looked ruthless, kicked the little boy with his foot, then raised the steel pipe in his hand, and slammed it heavily on the little boy's right leg...

Song Yuxing suddenly woke up from the dream.

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his face, and there was still fear and uneasiness in his light-colored pupils, just like the lonely and helpless little boy curled up in a corner in his dream.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains were closed tightly, and the spacious bedroom was dark, with the sound of dripping rain ringing in my ears.

It's raining……

No wonder you have such a dream.

I don't know if it was because of the rain or because of a dream, but Song Yuxing felt a dull pain in his right leg.

This feeling is very familiar and has been with him for many years, so he is used to it. This small pain is still within the range of tolerability and can be ignored.

-

North City University.

It rained in the morning, and the air in the campus was filled with the fresh smell of soil mixed with green grass, which made people feel refreshed.

Today is the weekend, there is no class.

"Brother Xing, you said how great it is for us to live in the big apartment. Why do you want to move to the school dormitory if it's so good?"

"What on earth do you want to do? It's okay to dye your hair back to black after dyeing it for only two days, and you still have clothes worth thousands of yuan a piece, and Nima wears three pieces of street stalls worth 100 yuan..."

While nagging, Han Ye took the luggage from the trunk, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he even raised his tone a lot, "Could you pretend to be poor on purpose, and then find true love? That's what it says."

"This is an old routine from 800 years ago, how low, Brother Xing, please listen to my advice, we still have time to go back now..."

"Why so much nonsense, you can go back by yourself if you don't want to, and I didn't ask you to live with me at school."

While talking, Song Yuxing took the backpack from Han Ye's hand and dragged the 24-inch black suitcase to the dormitory building.

"How lonely it is for me to live alone, brother Xing, wait for me!"

Han Ye closed the trunk, locked the car, and chased after him with big bags and small bags. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Your Lamborghini is not driving?"

Song Yuxing: "Put it at the apartment first."

Han Ye: "That's such a waste, drive it for me, it's not fun to drive just my little broken car."

After registering with the housekeeper and getting the keys, the two went upstairs with their luggage. Their dormitory was on the fifth floor. Fortunately, there was an elevator, otherwise it would be tiring to go up the stairs with big bags and small bags.

Bedroom 502.

There is no class this weekend, and the other two roommates in the dormitory are here.

As soon as Song Yuxing walked to the door, he saw the two people inside, especially the man wearing a black vest who was rolling iron. His muscular body was very eye-catching, and he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his facial features were correct.

Han Ye couldn't help but swallowed, and didn't dare to go in. He whispered in Song Yuxing's ear: "This big brother is not easy to mess with, why don't we go back."

Young Master Han has always been bullying.

Brother Lu Tie also noticed the people outside, and immediately grinned enthusiastically, very hearty, "Hey, you two are new roommates, right? Why are you standing there, come in quickly."

Han Ye smiled dog-leggedly, "Oh, alright, senior."

"My name is Zhou Sheng. You are freshmen, right? Just call me Brother Sheng." Zhou Sheng put down the dumbbell in his hand and helped the two carry their luggage in. Song Yuxing said thank you politely.

"You're welcome, from now on we will be half-brothers living under the same roof..." Zhou Sheng paused, his gaze stayed on Song Yuxing's face, and then he patted him on the shoulder excitedly .

"Primary school boy, you must be the most popular freshman student on the school forum, what's your name? Song, Song Xingxing?"

Song Yuxing: "..."

What happened to his shoulder, it hurts.

Han Ye smiled gloatingly, "Brother Sheng, his name is Song Yuxing, and my name is Han Ye. You can also call him Xiaoguai, this is our star's nickname hahaha..."

Song Yuxing helped his forehead helplessly.

Han Ye has always been acquainted, and Brother Sheng called very naturally, "By the way, Brother Sheng, and what happened to the school forum, my brother Xing was selected as the school grass so soon? Can this handsome face be like a school girl?"

Zhou Sheng couldn't bear to hurt the self-confidence of his new roommate, "The competition is quite fierce, and we still have a school girl in our dormitory."

As he said that, he turned to look at the boy next to him who had been sitting at the desk playing computer, and patted him on the shoulder, "I said, Lao Lin, you don't welcome your new roommate, stop playing games."

Song Yuxing and Han Ye also looked there.

Zhou Sheng blocked the opponent's body, and Song Yuxing's gaze stayed on the pair of hands typing on the keyboard, which were fair, slender, and well-proportioned.

The boy who was playing the game paused as he typed on the keyboard, then got up, glanced around the two of them, and finally stopped on Song Yuxing.