All the protagonists of the abuse novels I wrote have come to me

Song Bai hasn’t had a dream for a long time, to be precise, it’s been a long time since he dreamed about the past, since his parents passed away, no, since he left home to go to college, maybe even earlier, since he learned to forget, I seldom think about those things.

Human memory is really a very wonderful thing. You can remember it forever, or you can forget it slowly, at least for Song Bai.

Stripping off the unpleasant, leaving only what makes him feel happy, seems to be his innate ability.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, got up to wash his face, looked at his pale face in the mirror, and suddenly lost sleepiness.

With the help of the desk lamp, I glanced at the watch beside the bed, it was one past three in the morning.

After thinking about it, I planned to go downstairs to drink some water. When I got to the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator, took a bite, and turned to beer.

With the sound of Kara, the beer can was pulled open, and the two bottles were downed in one gulp, the anxiety in Song Bai's heart was slowly soothed by the cold liquid.

He opened another can, but he didn't drink it. He held it in his hand and felt the coldness from his fingertips, as if it could give him a sustenance.

Jiangji Garden in the early morning outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is exceptionally quiet, and the lights of the villas in the distance can be seen from a distance. At one o'clock in the morning, for many people, the night has just begun.

Under the street lamps, the silhouettes of willow trees swaying gently in the wind can be seen faintly.

Everything is silent, and the sound of the clock hands swinging in the living room can be heard.

Song Bai quietly watched the night outside the window, and suddenly had the urge to go out for a walk. He An was restrained, and the security alarm above his head was temporarily released. He didn't hesitate anymore, opened the back door and walked out.

He was carrying a beer, looking for a way to move forward, stopping and going aimlessly, he usually didn't drink, he drank two bottles of beer in one breath, and was blown by the wind, he gradually became dull, but still Not completely drunk, the brain seems to be divided into two parts, one half is calm and knows what he is doing very clearly, and the other half is chaotic and doesn't know anything.

He raised the beer bottle and looked at it. No wonder some people are addicted to drinking. When they are drunk, they don't have to think about anything.

When the third bottle of wine in his hand was halfway through, the rational half was slowly devoured.

Just when he was considering whether to go back home, his eyes suddenly paused, and he said in astonishment: "Brother Fu?"

I saw a figure walking under the street lamp in the distance, it wasn't Fu Ning or someone else.

He was wearing a light black long coat, some retro styles, which looked very good on him, strolling in the night, the darkness covered his expression, he couldn't see clearly, he heard the voice, his footsteps paused, his tone Surprised: "Song Bai?"

Alcohol caused Song Bai's brain to be a little confused, and he temporarily lost his ability to think. He couldn't calm down quickly as usual, and asked bluntly, "Why are you here?"

Fu Dun came over with a voice: "My grandpa and grandma live here. As I said before, I want to move back home. Did you forget? I didn't expect you to live here too."

"Ah, oh." Song Bai was stunned, his dull brain was working slowly. Fu Ling did say that he was going to move back to live with his grandparents, but he didn't expect to be in Jiangji Garden.

"It turns out that you are really rich." He said out his heart in a foolish manner.

Anyone with eyes can see that Fu Ning's background is not simple, and it really is. Those who can afford a villa in Jiangjiyuan are either rich or expensive.

"Is your foot okay?" He looked at Fu Ling's right foot, and the posture he just walked over seemed to be fine.

"En." Fu Ling replied indifferently, and when he came over and got closer, he made a light sniffing motion, "Have you been drinking?"

"Yes." Song Bai replied honestly, and passed the wine in his hand in front of him, "Do you want to drink?" After finishing speaking, he took it back without waiting for an answer, "No, you can't drink."

Fu Ling asked, "Why can't I drink?"

"Drinking is not good." Song Bai said, "It will be bad for your health."

He wanted to say that his eyes were bad, but the remaining rationality made him change his words.

Fu Ling seemed to find it very interesting, and said, "How do you know that I'm not in good health?"

Song Bai lost his voice for a while, he hesitated twice, and said stubbornly with the strength of alcohol: "Anyway, it's not good, if I say it's not good, it's not good!"

Fu Ling, who was forced to be in poor health, let out a low laugh, which was very clear in the silent night.

Song Bai stared at him, stared a few times before remembering that he couldn't see, so he snorted to express his dissatisfaction.

Fu Ling stopped and said, "Sorry, I didn't laugh at you, I think you..." He seemed to be choosing his words carefully, "It's very interesting."

Interesting.

When he said it with a smile in his hoarse voice, Song Bai's mind wandered, and he blurted out: "You are also very interesting."

"No." Fu Ling denied, "Actually, I'm very boring. I'll know when you get to know me."

"That's not true!" Song Bai retorted, "You will remember everyone who greets you, you will remember to buy me cakes, you are still very strong, if someone else suffered what happened to you, it would not be like you You are optimistic, and you can let go of your identity to become a massage therapist, so you are very interesting."

He counted Fu Ling's advantages one by one. If he was fully awake, he would never dare to say these words.

"It's still very caring." He said firmly, "I saw those brats deliberately blocking your way, but you didn't even blame them."

As soon as he opened the conversation, he couldn't hold back, and said, "This is the first time I saw you, X4 was bullying people, you helped out and saved the kid who was being bullied..."

That day he forgot the charger and went home to get it. He passed by the community play area and saw that X4 was bullying the children in the same community again. The child helped him up, wiped off the dust on his body, and took him home with his hands. The sun fell on one big and one small, and he had a feeling of being hit at that time.

Since then, he has been thinking about this special new neighborhood he moved to.

Fu Ling seemed not expecting him to say such a thing, and his expression was a little dazed. After a long while, he said, "X4?"

"It's the brat 4." Song Bai immediately explained to him with great interest, "...there's F4, so I'll name them X4!"

Fu Yan "looked" at him and smiled.

Song Bai gradually faded away, and stared at him blankly. Fu Ling's facial features were indeed not as good as those of Jiang Can's Alex, but they were far superior to ordinary people. He was not the kind of oppressive appearance. How should I put it, there is a feeling of the male version of the face of a good wife and mother, which makes people relax their vigilance and want to get close when they see it.

However, his temperament is too prominent, which suddenly distances him from people, and becomes an existence that can only be seen from a distance but cannot be touched up close. People have an inexplicable feeling of wanting to say compliance with him.

As for Fu Ning in front of him, the sense of distance disappeared, his facial features were highlighted, and under the light, he vividly explained what it means to have attractive eyebrows and eyes.

Song Bai was dazzled and couldn't recover for a while.

"What's the matter?" There was a sudden silence, Fu Yan asked in doubt.

Song Bai would be dominated by alcohol, he simply asked what to say, and said honestly: "Look at you, you look good."

Fu Ling seemed to be shocked by his sudden bluntness, for a moment, he said, "Thank you." After a pause, "Are you in a bad mood? Did something happen?"

Song Bai fell silent, and his brain became a little more awake.

Fu Ling couldn't see it, but he could feel it, and suggested, "Would you like to go in and have a seat?"

where?Song Bai followed his gaze, only to find that he was standing outside one of the villas, stunned: "This is your house?"

He actually walked outside Fu Ning's house by such a coincidence?

Fu Yan answered him with a look, and made an invitation gesture.

Probably the moonlight was so beautiful that Song Bai followed him by a strange mistake.

Fu Ling's villa seems to be larger than the one he lives in, and should be of the same shape as the one Alex bought. Fu Ling led him to the garden instead of entering the house, where there is a glass greenhouse .

Song Bai was stunned when he saw it, the greenhouse was so beautiful, especially when the lights were turned on, it was like a scene from a fairy tale.

And he later realized that blind walks were laid all the way along the way, including in the greenhouse. No wonder he didn't take a blind stick when he first met Fu Ling.

"What's wrong?" Fu Ling saw that he didn't follow.

Song Bai praised: "It's so beautiful, I have never seen such a beautiful glass greenhouse."

Fu Yan said: "My grandmother arranged this." After a pause, "I can't see it, thank you for letting me know its beauty."

Song Bai stopped talking immediately, annoyed that he talked too much.

"Sorry……"

"Don't be so careful." Fu Ling smiled, "I'm used to it, sit down." He took Song Bai to the rest area in the corner of the greenhouse, "What do you want to drink?"

"No." Song Bai sat down on the sofa, shaking half a can of beer in his hand, "I still have this."

Fu Ling didn't force her, and sat down next to him: "Although I don't know why you are out in the middle of the night, you can talk to me if you want, and I promise I won't tell anyone."

After speaking, lean your body back and assume a listening posture.

Song Bai was silent for almost a full minute before he spoke, "Is there anyone you hate or hate?"

Fu Yan said: "There are no people who hate you, but there are many people who hate you."

Song Bai didn't expect him to be so honest, so he was taken aback.

Fu Ling added: "There are more people who hate me and hate me."

"There are also many people who like you." Song Bai subconsciously answered.

Fu Ling "looked" at him.

Song Bai was annoyed at his quick talk, and said, "I didn't mean that, don't get me wrong..."

But I always feel that the more I say it, the more I want to cover it up.

"I know." Fu Ling expressed his understanding. As for whether he thought too much, only he knew, "What about you? Is there someone you hate or hate?" He guessed, "You met him, so you are in a bad mood? "

"No." Song Bai said, "I don't have anyone I hate very much."

He spoke very seriously, as if speaking of a belief.

"Resentment is terrible, I will not resent anyone." He said, "I want to live happily and not be entangled by hatred. People always have to look forward. It is too pitiful to live in hatred forever..."

He repeatedly chanted chicken soup for the soul, almost talking to himself.

Fu Ling just kept listening as he said, and didn't interrupt.

Song Bai realized that he seemed to be revealing too much after pouring the chicken soup. He glanced at Fu Ning and saw that he didn't seem to think too much, and said, "I'm in a bad mood because I had a nightmare, and I'm too tired these days. "

Fu Ling was very understanding and expressed his understanding: "I've also been in a bad mood recently due to insomnia, so I just went for a walk outside."

Song Bai immediately put on a listening posture: "Did something happen? You can tell me if you have any troubles."

Fu Ling said lightly: "It's a little thing, just wait until I figure it out."

Seeing this, Song Bai didn't ask any more questions, but the chatterbox had already opened, and he suddenly wanted to confide. He didn't know why he couldn't say some things to Jiang Can, but he wanted to confide to Fu Ning.

Maybe because he couldn't see it, it gave him a sense of security in disguise?

He drank the remaining half can of beer in one go, and said, "I have a friend."

In the end, I chose to use this obvious excuse, but with this excuse, it is easier to say it.

"His parents didn't treat him very well, but it was strange that he didn't resent. Everyone said he should hate, but he didn't... He didn't hate or resent, just a little bit of hate, no, not even hate. No, just bored..."

Song Bai stared at the beer can in a daze.

He grew up facing the sympathetic or disgusting eyes of others, and everyone felt that he should hate, resent, change his personality, and grow into darkness.

But no, except for being a nerd, and being a social loser, he is in good health and has a sound outlook. He looks like an ordinary person.

Everyone who knows his past will look at him with admiration, as if he is so amazing when he grows into what he is now.

When mentioning him, his parents would grit their teeth and be indignant for him.

Song Bai didn't feel anything, at most he was bored, and when they passed away, even the boredom was gone.

Sometimes he thinks it's normal for him to be like this, and sometimes he feels abnormal, but this doesn't hinder his life, so he doesn't care.

He remembered his mother's words: "If your grandfather was alive, he would definitely like you very much. You are just as cold-blooded as him."

That was the first and only time she mentioned her grandfather.

"Probably because your friends think they are strangers." Fu Ning said, "Why do you have resentment when facing strangers?"

Song Bai's heart trembled.

"If you resent someone, it's because you put him in your heart. If you never cared about it, why would you have so many emotions..."

Fu Ning's expression froze suddenly, and he didn't know what he thought of. At that moment, his face hidden in the light and shadow showed a bit of unpredictability.

Song Bai was immersed in his own thoughts and didn't notice it.

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