The sweetest husband in the live broadcast world [Online Games]

At noon this day, Song Yang rushed to the rental house after school as usual, preparing to compete with Nanfeng Heyu Lianmai.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he bumped into an uninvited guest.

his dad.

Not surprisingly, another quarrel broke out in an instant.

In the end, Song Yang slammed the door and ran downstairs, temporarily ending Song Yang's roar behind him.

Walking out of the community, Song Yang pressed down the call from Dad Song, and told Nanfeng Heyu that something was delayed and he would go online immediately. He turned off the phone and ran to the nearest Internet cafe.

At that time, Internet cafes were not very strictly controlled, and Song Yang easily got a temporary card. After sitting down in the corresponding private room, he turned on the computer and boarded the game.

As soon as he entered the Waiwai channel at one o'clock, Nanfeng Heyu's concerned voice sounded in the headset.

"what happened?"

Song Yang paused.

After hesitating for a moment, he said vaguely, "I'm delayed by something, sorry, let's drive."

Nanfeng Heyu didn't ask any further questions, and clicked into the arena, starting today's double row tour.

Song Yang put away his negative emotions and devoted himself to the game, not wanting to affect Nanfeng Heyu because of himself.

His operation was indeed maintained at the usual level, but as the ranking progressed, Nanfeng Heyu still easily noticed Song Yang's strangeness.

Song Yang talked less, his mood was low, and he was listless and unable to cheer up.

After playing for forty minutes, Nanfeng Heyu proposed: "Why don't you stop playing at noon today and take a rest?"

Song Yang was taken aback, "What's wrong?"

Obviously, the two of them were able to score smoothly, why suddenly...

Song Yang paused, and immediately realized Nanfeng Heyu's thoughtfulness.

"I'm really fine, let's move on," he said.

"Really?" Nanfeng Heyu asked softly.

Song Yang wanted to say yes, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly fell silent.

In the end, Song Yang honestly admitted: "Well, I am indeed a little sad, but it doesn't have much impact."

According to Song Yang's experience with netizens in the past, usually at such times, no one would follow up with questions.

However, Nanfeng Heyu was an accident.

He asked softly, "Can you tell me why you are sad?"

For some reason, Song Yang, who had calmly said that he didn't have much influence just a second ago, felt sore when he was first asked, and felt a little aggrieved.

Song Yang, who didn't want to talk about it, suddenly changed his mind, and poured out all the unhappiness he was full of.

Song Yang's mother left early, and his father was busy with work, neglecting his son's childhood. By the time he tried to save it, the father and son had grown apart, and they often quarreled with each other.

"He always said that he was busy and wanted to make money, so there was nothing he could do. Yes, he was busy, busy with getting together with old friends, and cultivating relationships with his little girlfriend."

"Actually, after so many years, I don't care if he plays with him. The most annoying thing is that when I need company and education, I can't find him. I have to read something to my ear when I have nothing to do. Focus on learning. I know how to play in a day, so let him down. As soon as I talk about his problem, he will immediately give me a family tree, it's simply!"

Song Yang complained on the phone, and after talking about these troubles, although they were not resolved, he felt much more at ease.

But after venting, Song Yang was a little concerned about Nanfeng Heyu's reaction.

He was worried that Nanfeng Heyu, like everyone else, would act as a rationalist, say what was wrong with him, or speak for his father.

Unexpectedly, this guy who usually catches him to study like a director actually said, "Then don't think about these unhappy things anymore, I'll play a fun game with you, I'll add you on Steam, and send me your ID?"

Song Yang sent the ID to Nanfeng Heyu in a daze, pursed his lips, and couldn't help saying, "Do you think it's my fault that I treat my dad like this?"

Nanfeng Heyu paused, did not answer him, but asked: "Then do you think you are wrong?"

Unexpectedly, he would throw the question back to himself. He wanted to say "I'm right" confidently, but when the words came to his lips, he frowned again.

"I don't know," he said at last.

"I don't think he has the right to control me. He hit the gun himself, and I got angry reasonably, but I..."

Song Yang just felt that his thoughts were like a mess, and it was difficult for him to express his true feelings, or he himself didn't know whether he was wrong or not.

Nanfeng Heyu's deep and gentle voice sounded in his ears: "Obviously I did nothing wrong, but after the quarrel, I still regret it, feel sad and depressed, don't you?"

Song Yang was taken aback, but he didn't expect Nanfeng Heyu to accurately describe his inexplicable emotions, and immediately said, "Yes, yes, that's it!"

When Song Yang heard the other end of the phone, Nanfeng He Yu let out a long sigh.

He said: "You are not wrong, you just hope he can love you more."

Song Yang paused, and immediately retorted: "No!"

Saying this on the mouth, but the tip of the nose is sore.

There is a kind of embarrassment on the face of being told.

It was only at the moment when he was punctured that he realized what he really thought in his heart.

It is said that parents' love for their children is very important and unconditional, but in fact, many parents give their children even less affection than cats and dogs, but they naturally demand to enjoy the authority of the elders, and do not allow a little bit of disobedience. It can be said that the double standard is extreme.

In such a family, many children, even if they are not very old, begin to realize that their parents have neglected their duties, and their nature of longing for love is not satisfied, so resentment and resentment grow in their hearts, and sharp thorns grow out. It's hard to reconcile with those who should be closest to you.

He has become rebellious, selfish and indifferent in the eyes of his parents.

And be accused by the bystanders of being ignorant.

It doesn't matter if you don't care if you don't understand, but you still feel sad in your heart...

Nanfeng Heyu's sentence "You are not wrong" pierced Song Yang's chest, hitting the softest and most vulnerable place in his heart.

"Then what should we do?" Song Yang couldn't help muttering while being moved.

Nanfeng Heyu didn't answer right away, and was silent for a long time. Just when Song Yang couldn't help but want to change the topic, he heard Nanfeng Heyu say, "Follow your heart."

If this problem that has plagued countless families can be easily resolved with one or two sentences, there will not be so many tragedies.

Whether it is stalemate or reconciliation, it should be a decision made in the heart.

Song Yang was thoughtful.

The two did not continue this heavy topic, and instead played a two-player online game.

At the beginning of the game, they need to control a unique and funny rabbit to clear the level together.

The operation is not difficult, but the game should also want to move closer to the funny style of sand sculptures. As a result, the normal way for rabbits to move forward is to form a ball and roll forward. To jump, you need to make the rabbit stand upright, which looks silly. The action is ridiculous.

Once again, when adjusting his body, he unintentionally kicked the rabbit controlled by Nanfeng Heyu out of the map, Song Yang couldn't help laughing, diluting the previous emo emotion.

Afterwards, the situation continued. Song Yang laughed while still making trouble, which made the already difficult process of passing the level even worse.

After passing several levels in a row, Song Yang's mood improved a lot, but because he had classes in the afternoon, he got off the plane after the hour.

In the next few days, the two would play for an hour every night after qualifying, accurate to the second. When the time came, Nanfeng Heyu would go to play orders, and Song Yang would hang games with him and do homework.

It seems that this game is used as a pastime, but with dozens of levels, the more tormented they get, sometimes the two of them can't even pass a level in a week.

Song Yang is obviously not a very patient person, but he and Nanfeng Heyu had to grind through all the levels!

It took nearly two months before and after.

Song Yang himself couldn't believe it.

Nanfeng Heyu also obtained Song Yang's consent, edited the video of the two passing the test and put it on station B.

At that time, the video did not cause much disturbance.

Later, Nanfeng Heyu became an anchor, and there were more and more videos on this account. When he was most popular, the number of videos even reached hundreds. Every once in a while, some fans would touch the bottom of this video to check in.

Even if some fans of archeology feel that the voice of the little brother in the video is very similar to that of Super Fierce, but due to the equipment and age, the similarity is not too high, and it is not polite to rashly ky, so in addition to knocking down the sugar production of scientists in private , this video did not attract too many people's attention at the time.

Until the day when Song Yang was Nanfeng Heyu's No. [-] fan sy was exposed, the fans who had watched the video went crazy, and the video was also reposted and shared frantically, which caused a stir in the fan circles of Nanfeng Heyu and Song Yang. Howls and exclamations of wolves like tsunami torrents.

Of course, this is a follow-up.

After finishing the ranking in the evening, the two continued the double game at noon.

During the game break, Song Yang asked, "How is your relationship with your parents?"

Song Yang paused when he heard the sound of typing on the keyboard, and then heard Nanfeng Heyu say, "They all passed away."

His tone was calm, with no emotion, but Song Yang's heart was twisted, and he hurriedly said, "Sorry, I..."

"It's okay, you don't know." After finishing speaking, Nanfeng Heyu answered Song Yang's last question: "My mother left early, and I didn't remember her at home. My father was busy in the early years, and we didn't get along well. A lot, the relationship is average. Then...it got bad."

"The last time he died, we were still arguing."

Nanfeng Heyu, like himself, also loved rpg games since childhood.

However, unlike Song Yang, he prefers stand-alone machines.

His mother passed away when he was very young, his father was busy making money, and he lived with his grandparents since he was a child.

Even though his childhood was mostly accompanied by games, he did not do badly, his grades were so-so, and he could pass an average university all the way up.

The accident happened in his senior year of high school.

The father went bankrupt, owed huge debts, couldn't bear the blow, drank heavily all day long, and finally died in an accident.

The grandparents who lost their only son also fell ill one after another, and finally passed away.

With the death of his father, the debt disappeared and did not fall on Nanfeng Heyu.

But the house that the old couple inherited was eventually taken back because the father's name was written on it.

Nanfeng Heyu had no home, no relatives, and he was an adult, so he had to give up his studies.

Of course, he could apply for a student grant to pay for college, but bad luck happened one after another that year, and he delayed the college entrance examination.

At the age of 18, it is difficult for him to earn enough living expenses for repeating his third year of high school and going to college without delaying his studies, and he has no obsession with going to college.

Nanfeng Heyu just stepped into the society alone.

He has pasted films on flyovers, worked as an apprentice in a barber shop and a car repair shop working [-] hours a day on holidays, and worked in sales...

Because he knew first-hand how important education is, he asked Song Yang to complete his homework again and again.

He didn't hope that one day in the future, Song Yang would be annoyed that he had neglected his studies, and thought that it would be great if someone could help him when he was lost.

When Song Yang heard about this experience, he felt sorry for Nanfeng Heyu.

After that, he basically didn't need Nanfeng Heyu's supervision, and he would consciously take pictures of the completed homework for Nanfeng Heyu to see.He no longer pretended to be an unlucky job in the back row.

But Song Yang hadn't experienced it personally after all, and it was hard to wake up completely because of Nan Feng He Yu's words.However, compared to the previous direct performance, he has changed somewhat.

For 17-year-old Song Yang, Nanfeng Heyu is a special existence.

He has qualities that Song Yang admires.

Strong, calm and sensible.

He gets along with Song Yang day and night as a double row teammate, fighting side by side, and becomes the first thing he thinks of every day when he has nothing to do, and becomes the special bright color in his boring and boring life.

He had a rough life experience, while making Song Yang feel sympathetic, he couldn't help feeling more compassionate and considerate, wanting to be like a little sun, to replace his departed relatives and give him warmth and care.

So it was not so surprising that Song Yang would confess his love to Nanfeng Heyu in the end.

At first, in Song Yang's view, Nanfeng Heyu was the most special friend.

Although they haven't met in real life, and haven't even sent photos to each other, Nanfeng Heyu understands Song Yang better than anyone else.

He can always easily get what Song Yang cares about. He is considerate and gentle, becoming the thin layer of moonlight covering Song Yang's heart.

What really made Song Yang realize his intentions was his increasingly possessive desire.

That day, after the qualifying session, the two of them connected to each other on a daily basis, and they were busy with their own tasks. Nanfeng Heyu took orders, and Song Yang did his homework.

A beautiful female voice suddenly sounded: "Please drink something."

Hearing the voice should not be too old.

I thought he was telling the people next to him, but Song Yang learned that Nanfeng Heyu went to Internet cafes when he went online.

Unexpectedly, Nanfeng Heyu answered without refusing, but said "thank you".

Song Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't ask any questions immediately. After quietly listening to the two people on the other end of the headset exchanging polite greetings, the girl said goodbye and left.

"Who is it?" Song Yang asked.

"I met her yesterday. She asked me for help when her cell phone ran out of battery."

As soon as Nanfeng Heyu got started, Song Yang couldn't help but said, "I heard that you can borrow the other person's phone by saying that your phone is out of battery, and then pretend to call a friend, but actually dial your own number, so that you can get the other person's phone number." phone number."

Song Yang himself didn't realize that when he said this, his tone was a little sour.

Nanfeng Heyu didn't hear it, and he said after hearing it, "Really? I scanned a power bank for her."

Song Yang had an idea, and suddenly figured it out: "She wanted to give you money, but you confiscated it, so I bought you a drink today?"

"Correct."

Song Yang understood, and didn't think about it any more.

However, as the girl's voice frequently appeared in the earphones again and again, Song Yang realized that his initial guess might be true.

Even if she didn't come for Nanfeng Heyu at the beginning, but at least she started to take aim at him after she delivered the drink.

Song Yang wanted to ask several times, but he couldn't open his mouth when the words came to his lips.

However, before he could find another chance, the girl's voice did not appear on the other end.

"Where's the little sister who always talked to you before?" Song Yang joked pretending to be unintentional.

Nanfeng Heyu's tone was perfunctory: "I'm not sure."

Song Yang's intuition was wrong when he heard it.

"Huh? I thought he was interested in you." Song Yang tried to formulate.

Nanfeng Heyu chuckled, "You know again."

"That's not it, it's obvious!" Song Yang was proud, and continued to hook: "Is your attitude too indifferent, making people think it's useless? If you have ideas, you can try to get in touch."

"I have no idea." After finishing speaking, Nanfeng Heyu abruptly changed the topic: "How much homework is left?"

"Tsk, not your type?" Song Yang refused to give up.

Nanfeng Heyu sighed lightly, stopped being perfunctory, and said seriously, "I don't have any thoughts on this at this stage."

Song Yang curled his lips: "Generally speaking, it's because I haven't met anyone I like."

Nanfeng Heyu was noncommittal.

Song Yang didn't feel very good about it.

This happened more than once.

After a period of time, Song Yang heard the voices of many girls coming to strike up a conversation.

I don't know if it's because the secret love had just sprouted, but Nan Feng He Yu, who was the party involved, pinched it off in time. Every time those voices of all kinds aroused Song Yang's vigilance, they disappeared quickly, as fast as a shower.

"Do you already have a girlfriend?" Song Yang couldn't help asking.

"No."

Song Yang continued to probe: "So you have someone you like?"

"nor."

Even though the answer was still negative, Song Yang's heartstrings trembled slightly because of the extremely short silence before he spoke for no reason.

"You don't like men, do you?" Pretending to be casually joking, Song Yang touched his throbbing chest, expecting the answer.

Nanfeng Heyu chuckled, noncommittal.

However, this unclear answer did not satisfy Song Yang, but in Song Yang's view, it seemed deliberate to ask further questions.

He had no choice but to give up and wait for a better time.

Song Yang often feels that this is actually not bad, there is no need to make it clear, but there is a risk of breaking the relationship.

When Nanfeng met such a veteran cadre, would he accept that he was different from most people?

Song Yang was not sure at all.

So be it, go on like this, always.

Just as Song Yang was planning this in his heart, something happened immediately.

There was actually someone who spent money to buy out Nanfeng Heyu's power leveling time like Song Yang did at the beginning!

She is also a girl who can greet Nanfeng Heyu by his side!

Song Yang panicked all of a sudden.

Song Yang didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at first.

When Nanfeng Heyu initially said that he had accepted a play order and needed to practice with his employer to reach the full level, even though Song Yang knew that the other party was female, he felt a little uncomfortable, so he didn't care too much.

He thought it was only a week, and Nanfeng Heyu was happy to have an order to pick him up.

After learning that the price offered by the other party was not low, Song Yang repeatedly told him not to reduce or reduce the fee at will. Nanfeng Heyu smiled lightly and said don't worry, he will split up.

Song Yang heard that he was referring to himself, and was a little distracted.

Indeed, as he said, during these days when he met Lianmai with Nanfeng, Song Yang would take the initiative to ask him the price and final actual payment.

Although it didn't reach Song Yang's value in "helping a generation practice", his quotation still satisfied Song Yang, slightly higher than the market price, but it was stable.

After learning about this, Song Yang realized that the charity power leveler he was worried about at the beginning actually "read the dishes from the plate" and only made special things for himself!

At first, Song Yang thought that Nanfeng Heyu might feel that his primary school students had some concerns about charging too much, but when he turned around and found that he did not give preferential treatment to other genuine primary school student employers, Song Yang felt relieved.

Therefore, even if some of his accompanying employers would make Song Yang feel a little bit uncomfortable, and affect the two people's normal daily liaison, but when he thought of how special he was in Nanfeng Heyu, and even if he had a list, he would still be in Song Yang. Yang took the time to chat with him for a few minutes before going to bed, and Song Yang didn't pay too much attention to the jealousy that came and went quickly.

However, this time was different. Nanfeng Heyu accompanied the other party to practice the account to the full level, and she actually placed another playlist for cleaning daily tasks.

"I placed the same order, can I top her?" Song Yang said sullenly after hearing this, and finally added: "Double price!"

Song Yang knew in his heart that Nanfeng Heyu would not agree, and he refused as Song Yang expected.

But while refusing, he said: "If you don't like her, I won't answer it next time."

Song Yang immediately wanted to refute.

It's not like I don't like her, I'm afraid of you...

Song Yang paused suddenly, feeling guilty.

"Am I different?" he asked.

"Well, of course." Nanfeng Heyu replied quickly.

Song Yang opened his mouth to prophesy, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't have the courage to say them.

He wanted to ask: Is this the same even if you have a girlfriend?

However, just beating the manuscript in his heart, the word "girlfriend" is still like a pebble, hurting Song Yang.

Before, he thought it would be good to continue like this.

But at this moment, the love in my heart grew wildly along with the desire to control.

He could no longer accept that someone would surpass him in the future and become the most special and important existence in Nanfeng Heyu's heart.

That night, Song Yang tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He suddenly sat up straight, rushed to the computer, turned it on, and sat down.

The instant the screen lit up, a blank document opened.

He began to recall bits and pieces about Nanfeng Heyu.

From adding friends with resentment at the beginning, to sympathizing with each other later, to now...

When typing the last punctuation mark, Song Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

After writing this essay, he realized that Nanfeng Heyu was far more important to him than he expected.

From Song Yang's first admirable opponent, to the first person who said "you are not wrong" to Song Yang when getting along with his father, he has included Song Yang's many important "firsts".

He was Song Yang's brightest color in the lonely and boring days of the past 17 years.

Looking at the sentence at the end of the essay: "Although it's presumptuous, I still hope you can know: I like you, can I be the only special one in your life?"

Song Yang's face was burning with panic, but his heart couldn't help jumping faster because of anticipation.

Copy and paste into the email address of Jinkoukou, and select Nanfeng Heyu in the recipient.

Song Yang took a deep breath and sent.

After seeing the words "send completed", I hung up the computer eagerly, as if I would be invaded by a virus a second later.

Then he rushed back to the bed and covered himself with the quilt, revealing only a pair of eyes.

His actions just now were a little hasty, and he was panting slightly at this moment, and his heart felt like he was riding a roller coaster, and he felt a sense of weightlessness while jumping up and down.

He put the phone aside on silent.He was really afraid of getting an answer that was diametrically opposed to his expectations.

But within two seconds, he took the initiative to turn on the screen again to check for any reply.

The mood is complicated and contradictory.

After he put down the phone for the third time and picked it up again, he saw a new message alert from Koukou.

For a moment, Song Yang felt his heart beating so high that he could hardly bear it.

With a thought in his heart, he clicked on the icon.

The news of Nanfeng Heyu popped up——

【Sleep well first, let's talk about it tomorrow, okay? 】

Song Yang replied in a daze: "Okay."

However, after replying to the message, Song Yang felt unwilling again.

He wants to ask.

But fear was the answer he didn't want to hear.

For a moment, his mind turned and turned, with thousands of thoughts.

At this moment, his mind was in a mess, and the more he thought about it, the more irritable he became. He wanted to go to bed quickly and get rid of these random thoughts in his head, but he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

After tossing and turning, an hour passed quietly like this.

He simply clicked on the chat box again and typed, "I can't sleep."

It was obviously cold words, but Nan Feng He Yu on the other side of the screen glanced at them and thought he was pitiful.

Sighing, Nanfeng Heyu dialed the voice.

Song Yang answered in seconds.

"Hello." Song Yang spoke out first.

His tone was soft, completely different from his usual arrogant and reckless appearance, Nanfeng Heyu couldn't help but sighed again silently.

"Aren't you in the Internet cafe?" Song Yang couldn't help asking when he heard the quietness over there was different from the past.

"In the back alley." Nanfeng He Yu said.

"Oh." Song Yang replied, took a deep breath, and asked, "You... finished reading?"

He was referring to the confession essay that he sent to Nanfeng Heyu's mailbox.

After a pause, Nanfeng Heyu replied, "Yes."

"Then do you have anything to say?" Song Yang asked again.

There was a brief silence that didn't last long, but the few seconds of blankness seemed extremely long at the moment.

Nanfeng Heyu said: "You are still young..."

With just one gesture, Song Yang couldn't help retorting: "I'm not young, I'll be eighteen in two months!"

There was a chuckle without malice, "Well, I'm too old."

This sentence once again aroused Song Yang's dissatisfaction: "We are only seven years apart, so it's not as exaggerated as you said."

"Yeah, seven years old doesn't sound like much, but you are still a student, and I have graduated for seven years." Nanfeng Heyu sighed.

Hearing this sentence, Song Yang felt distressed for a while.

"I really, really like you." Song Yang's tone was sincere, and his strong emotion was like a burning flame.

"I know, I believe you are serious." Nanfeng Heyu affirmed.

Seeing that Nanfeng Heyu didn't evade his feelings, Song Yang felt a little joy in his heart, and then he heard him say again: "That's because you are surrounded by immature peers, and you only have contact with people older than you. I am one, so you think I am special, I am different. But it is not, now you only see me, but there are many people like me, when you have experienced more people, more things, after stepping into the society, you Then you will find that I am nothing special, and you shouldn't waste your time and affection on people like me."

"But I only met you." Song Yang said softly.

"You are so eloquent, it sounds reasonable, but the fact is, I am 17 years old, only you are the most special. This year I met the most amazing flower in my barren and boring life. No matter how beautiful the future flower is Graceful, it has nothing to do with me."

Nanfeng Heyu couldn't persuade Song Yang, so he could only say, "I'm sorry."

One second he was still passionately confessing his love, and the next second he got such an answer, like pouring a pot of cold water on the burning flame in his heart, Song Yang was a little dazed.

"Why?" He couldn't help asking.

"I don't want to think about these things now, and you have to live better." Nanfeng Heyu replied.

It was straightforward enough to make Song Yang's heart cool for a moment.

"Am I different?" He couldn't help asking the question he had asked before.

"Yes." Nan Feng He Yu didn't change his answer, but added, "A special friend."

Song Yang was a little discouraged, and muttered, "Is it okay not to be friends?"

However, after saying it, Song Yang himself regretted it first, and he quickly took it back: "Forget it, the future will last forever, we are still friends, you said it yourself!"

Young people are the most persistent. After identifying the target, even if they know it is the south wall, they will hit it head-on.

After confessing, Song Yang didn't hide anymore, just like this again and again, Xiang Nanfeng Heyu blatantly exposed his inner feelings.

Sincere and hot.

Even so, he was still rejected by Nanfeng Heyu time and time again.

Song Yang is not satisfied by expressing his heart heartlessly. He has only one purpose in confessing again and again, hoping to get the same emotional feedback.

This also means that every time he is rejected, even if he has the bottom line in his heart, he will still feel sad.

His mentality has also changed.

Song Yang remembered clearly that day was one month after his first confession, he went home on the weekend, and happened to bump into his dad who came back drunk at night.

There are still endless accusations, such as "For you, how busy and hard I am"; "Why can't you be more confident and sensible";

Song Yang got angry when he heard this, and didn't want to quarrel with him, so he simply locked the door and dealt with it coldly.

It's not like Song Yang hasn't thought about talking about it these years. Every time he complains that he goes out to play much more than staying at home, his father will immediately refute. There are always a lot of reasons and excuses, and he will even swear If you deny it, you can only talk about collapse in the end.

His father was stubborn and decided that Song Yang was a rebellious, rebellious and troublesome existence, so Song Yang didn't want to waste his time talking.

But his father nagged outside for quite a while, but got no response, and then even started kicking the door angrily!

Song Yang felt that his fuss would stop after a while, but there was indeed no movement outside the door after a while.But a moment later he came back, followed by a crisp knock on the door.

He actually used a hammer!

Song Yang thought he was crazy, opened the door suddenly, and saw Father Song who was looking slightly ferocious outside the door.

Father Song was startled for a moment, and then he was about to drag Song Yang to scold him.

Once Song Yang hid, he got out of the room smoothly, loaded a few bags with a change of clothes on his back, and rushed towards the door.

After he came out, he realized that it was already raining heavily, and Song Yang rushed forward regardless, with the familiar roar behind him.

Song Yang didn't care, and he didn't know if his father chased him out. Anyway, he ran all the way and finally caught a taxi by the side of the road.

As soon as he got in the car, Song Yang felt his heart was in a panic, and his tears flowed uncontrollably. He was wronged and angry, but he had nowhere to vent.

He felt powerless, whether it was family or life, even intimate relationships.

It's like being stuck in a quagmire, the more you struggle, the more desperate you become.

The taxi slowly stopped in front of the school gate, and Song Yang's destination had arrived.

Song Yang got out of the car and was already drenched. He was in a bad state of mind at this time, and he was not in the mood to go back to the dormitory to change immediately.

Thunder and lightning, heavy rain, Song Yang's heart lingering haze.

He simply found a door to temporarily shelter from the rain, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed the voice.

There is no suspense, it is Nanfeng Heyu.

As soon as the other side picked it up, Song Yang said: "Do you not like me and won't be with me? You are so special, are you lying to me?"

Sensing that his tone was wrong, Nanfeng Heyu asked nervously, "What's wrong? Where are you? What happened?"

His sensitivity and concern made Song Yang's nose ache, but he still said firmly, "Answer me."

"I didn't lie to you, you are my most important friend." Nanfeng Heyu said so.

Seeing that he ignored the first two answers, what else did Song Yang not understand, the answer is still the same as before, no.

As for the latter answer, Song Yang believed in Nanfeng Heyu.

But just like this, Song Yang was not satisfied.

Song Yang said: "I understand, I won't bother you again in the future."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the voice and turned off the phone decisively.

For a long time after that, Song Yang remembered the despair of being abandoned by the previous world that night, as if he was on an isolated island.

He felt that no one would really love him.

Song Yang changed overnight.

He stopped playing games and devoted himself to studying, as if his sharp thorns had been worn away overnight, and he looked much calmer.

Of course, it was only in Papa Song's opinion.

For Song Yang, it was a period of despair that he never wanted to experience again in his life.

He no longer longs for family affection, and occasionally gets angry and wronged, but most of the time he just looks at the man coldly while saying he loves him, and at the same time stays out all night, looking cool outside.

It's funny and worthless.

He can't cheer up every day, even if he doesn't do anything, he will feel exhausted physically and mentally for no reason.He finds it boring, everything is boring, he doesn't want to go anywhere, he doesn't want to do anything.

He knew that something was seriously wrong with his mentality.

He can't live in such panic, he has to save himself.

His inner world has collapsed, and he wants to rebuild it.

He tried to push himself to study.

He wanted to leave this quagmire-like environment.

These days, he kept thinking about what Nanfeng Heyu said when he rejected him.

He said, just because he met him when he lacked love the most, could Song Yang's so-called relationship be just a possessive desire to keep this person by his side forever and accompany him all the time?

He said that Song Yang just needed such a person too much to be his pillar and hold up the sky.

He said that a sound personality should not achieve emotional stability and inner peace through clinging and relying, otherwise one day it will fall into deeper despair because of loss.

Even if Song Yang felt sad because his feelings were questioned, apart from these, his other words were not unreasonable.

He had to climb out of the abyss of despair by himself.

There will always be a period of gloomy days that need to be carried over by yourself.

These days, the boys and girls in the class who have a good relationship with Song Yang are so anxious that their heads are bald.

Song Yang became silent and withdrawn visibly with the naked eye. Although he would still respond with a smile when greeting him, he no longer had the flamboyance he once had, and his eyes no longer had light.

When I asked him, he always said it was fine, but he suddenly wanted to work hard.

They obviously couldn't accept this answer, but they always looked at him with worry.

They will try every means to make Song Yang more cheerful.

Will deliberately talk to him, pretend to ask questions or pull him to gossip mysteriously; will take care of him more, agree to bring him breakfast one day in advance, and say domineeringly after being declined, I will bring it anyway, and I won’t eat you Throw it away; I will pull him to run or play ball, to a place where the sun can find it, and the haze in my heart can be dispelled a little bit...

Thanks to them, that painful time was not so hard to endure.

The last semester is coming to an end soon, and the college entrance examination is coming.

Even if Song Yang managed to catch up in the end, the progress of a whole high school cannot be made up for in just half a year.

His final grade was barely at the end of the second book.

His father offered to spend money to send him abroad for gold plating, but Song Yang refused without even thinking about it.

He chose to repeat, as an art candidate.

Even though his friends who accompanied him parted ways with Song Yang one after another and went their separate ways, Song Yang had slowly come out and returned to his former cheerful and free-spirited appearance.