Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

After punching out, Song Yan felt that something was wrong.

Soft and warm, and it is a little different from the cold and hard touch of imaginary ghosts.

Song Yan was stunned for a while, then heard a mournful sentence from the ground, "Brother Yan, you are so cruel", and then looked down to see the fat ball on the ground hugging him aggrievedly, and then he suddenly realized He remembered that Xia Zhiye had already gone out to attend the training camp, and now Xiaopang was sleeping on his upper bunk.

etc.

chubby? !

Song Yan gave a "fuck", and quickly turned over and got out of bed, picked up Little Fatty, and said in a low voice, "Are you alright?"

The tone of voice is not difficult to hear the deep worry and guilt.

powerful.

Supporting Song Yan's arm, she slowly got up, sat on his bed, and waved her hand: "It's not a big problem, it's just that you suddenly made me a little confused."

Song Yan rubbed the tip of her nose in a guilty conscience: "Then what, I forgot you were here, I didn't respond... I'm sorry."

"It's alright, I guessed it." Little Fatty sat beside the bed with a relieved face, "When you kept calling Ye Ge's name, I knew that I was just your love. the victim."

"Who is in love with him?"

Song Yan directly refuted.

Little Fatty thought he was afraid to admit it, and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, bro, I know you don't want to admit it because of your special circumstances, but in front of me, you can be yourself with confidence, I understand everything, everything."

Song Yan: "?"

"So you and Brother Ye must be happy, otherwise I'm sorry I sacrificed so much for you."

Song Yan: "??"

"No, what do you understand?" Song Yan held back her temper and emphasized, "Xia Zhiye and I are now the most normal roommates and roommates."

"You and Brother Ye are the most normal roommates and roommates? Haha." Little Fatty thought he was listening to a joke.

Song Yan frowned: "Otherwise?"

The expression was so serious that it didn't seem like a joke or a cover, and Xiao Chuan felt wrong: "Wait, bro, are you serious?"

"Crap."

Song Yan expressed her attitude succinctly and clearly.

Little Fat: "...?"

Song Yan actually thinks so seriously? !

Is it scientific? !

"No, geezer, it's just the two of you, can you say it's a normal roommate and table-mate relationship?" Xiaopang felt that his outlook on life was impacted, "What does Yege do to you, I will Don't say it, you should know it in your heart. But what do you think of Brother Ye, you don't know it yourself? "

Song Yan really doesn't seem to know: "What did I do to him?"

Isn’t it a normal poverty alleviation and occasional rapid heartbeat.

Looking at Song Yan, who is usually smarter than anyone else, with his elm-headed face now, Xiaopang laughed for Xia Zhiye: "What do you think you did to him? Every time When a girl gives him something, your face goes down, and you don't take a look at yourself in the mirror?"

Song Yan: "…"

"Brother Ye ran a marathon before, this time he ran 3000 meters and 1000 meters. You were so nervous that you almost moved the nutrition department of the hospital to him. You don't think you care a little bit. over?"

Song Yan: "…"

"And you fell asleep, thirsty, and all you thought of was Ye Ge's name. Our normal roommates and tablemates are not like this."

And Song Yan was actually speechless by him. After a short silence, Pale defended: "It's just a habit."

"Oh..." Little Fatty raised his orchid finger and tapped, "Then we have known Master Xia for so long, why haven't we developed this habit?"

The yin and yang are extremely strange, in normal times, Xiaopang may have been reincarnated a hundred times.

But because of her guilty conscience, Song Yan just stood there and didn't speak.

The black soft fur that slept in a mess was hanging between her eyebrows, her eyelids were lowered, her lips were slightly pursed, and she looked a little dumb.

The yin and yang chubby looked back at him and paused.

Wait, Song Yan doesn't look like she doesn't pretend to understand, but it seems that she really doesn't understand? !

No…

However, thinking of Song Yan's usual ruthless state of lack of emotion, Xiaopang actually felt that it was not impossible.

After all, it is normal for the High Mountain Flower to not understand their mortal emotions.

Then the yin and yang were a little bit overwhelmed for a moment.

I just watched Song Yan stand there like a erring elementary school student for a long time, then silently put down his orchid finger and resumed his serious tone: "Anyway, it is a habit, you will know if you try it. If it’s just a habit, at least it’s a little uncomfortable at first, and if it’s getting more and more uncomfortable, it’s not a habit. But…”

"But what?"

Song Yan asked.

To be honest, geezer, it's not easy to like someone with your character."

It's not that Song Yanren is bad.

It's just that Song Yan's character needs courage just to get close, not to mention in-depth understanding and bold liking.

After all, everyone is just ordinary people of the same age, no one has the obligation to bear your cold face and stinky face to understand how kind and soft your nature is, and then to tolerate you of bad temper.

Although many people may not give up because they are tired, it is really unfair to the party who takes the initiative to like it.

Little Fatty got to know Song Yan only because of Xia Zhiye, and also knows that Song Yan only looks cold and withdrawn on the surface, but he is not an unreasonable person. It's simple and easy to deceive, so today I dared to take advantage of the special situation and dare to say so much.

And Song Yan did not really get angry or beat up as he thought, just stood there, lowered his eyelashes, and then muttered: "Well, I see, thank you already."

Hearing this sentence, the little chubby who was heartbroken for other people's love stood up with satisfaction: "It's okay to know, then I'll go up and continue to sleep."

"Hmm."

Little Fatty's deafening snoring sound soon came from the upper bunk, and Song Yan also forgot about his thirst, just lay on his side on the bed, looking at the opposite table under the moonlight The quiet and sullen little Tieshu was in a daze.

He didn't feel it before, but after Xiaopang said this, he realized that he was really selfish.

I don't trust emotions, the establishment of relationships, or even that Xia Zhiye really likes me, and then I obviously like it but I don't want to admit it for the sake of my own face, obviously I'm reluctant to admit it, Obviously worried or reluctant to admit it.

But I never thought about how Xia Zhiye would feel if he really liked him, and how would he feel when he dragged Xia Zhiye like this, and if he said those cold words Xia Zhiye would feel lost and sad.

What if Xia Zhiye is really lost and sad.

Thinking of this, Song Yan was completely drowsy, took out her phone, opened Xia Zhiye's WeChat, and was about to send a message of concern when she saw a message from Xia Zhiye two hours ago:

[Wild]: I have arrived at the training site, and my phone needs to be handed in, so don’t worry if I can’t be reached, sleep well, and wait for me to come back.

[Wild]: Although you say you won't miss me, I still miss you

[Wild]: Good night my future boyfriend

Although you say you won't miss me, you will still miss you.

Song Yan's fingertips rubbed lightly beside this line of text twice, and a warm sourness slowly penetrated the nerves of the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose.

No wonder Song Minghai named himself Yan, it seems that he is really not worthy of being liked by others.

He is really a child with a bad personality and a bad temper, and only a person with a strange aesthetic like Xia Zhiye would like him inexplicably.

But Xia Zhiye is so good, what if she finds out that she is actually a child who is not worthy of being liked.

Song Yan turned off her phone, indented the quilt, and closed her eyes.

He thought about it, when Xia Zhiye came back, he must give him an answer.

On the second day of Xia Zhiye’s walk, it started to rain in the southern fog. After many days, the temperature dropped, and the whole southern fog was completely winter.

The winter in the south is different from that in the north. It does not have such a terrifying cold wind, nor does it suddenly drop to the extremely low temperature below zero, but it is extremely humid and cold. The seams penetrated into the whole body, and the cold was inevitable.

Song Yan also put on a thick and warm sweater and down jacket.

Since Xiaopang said those words to him, he began to try to get rid of some bad habits developed by Xia Zhiye.

For example, every morning, instead of losing her temper and waiting for Xia Zhiye to get out of bed half-coaxed, she got up on the first round of the alarm clock.

For example, instead of sitting on the spot and waiting for water to drink every night in the morning and between classes, I made a memo to remind myself to connect the hot water in advance and put away the thermos.

For example, I will eat with Xiaopang and the others on time every day, and I will silently pick out those I don't like, and I will go to school together, so I am no longer so withdrawn and unsocial.

Without Xia Zhiye's ability to handle everything at his fingertips, he can't do many daily chores very well. On WeChat, when I saw Xia Zhiye's sentence "I will still miss you", it calmed down again.

As time goes by, I get used to it.

Song Yancai realized that those habits in life are not as hard to change as they imagined.

stubborn illness.

For example, I always turn on my phone unconsciously every day, click on the calendar, and see how many days until December 21st.

When there was one day left until December 21st, Song Yan followed Ruan Tian to Shiwai.

This English speech contest "Young Talent Cup" is sponsored by several colleges and universities in Beijing, and some key schools in various provinces across the country are invited to participate, and take turns to go back and forth to the city to exchange and hold, this year just happens to be Nanwu's turn .

In terms of software and hardware, the best school in Nanwu is the school, so the venue naturally falls on the school.

On the afternoon of December 20th, the pre-prepared manuscripts were used to participate in the qualifiers, and then the on-site propositions were made. On the 21st, we exchanged and studied, and the manuscript was prepared for one day. The finals were held on the 22nd. outside.

Tian Ruan, as the instructor of No.

So early on Sunday the 20th, Ruan Tian called him: "Song Yan, are you up yet?"

Song Yan didn't know who would answer Ruan Tian's phone if she didn't get up, but she still replied, "I got up."

"It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up, Xia Zhiye told me before that you have trouble getting up, and you can't hear the alarm clock and lose your temper, so I must kill a series on the day of the competition Call you, I didn't expect you to be quite self-conscious." Ruan Tian praised happily.

Song Yan's knuckles holding the phone turned blue instantly.

! Is it necessary to talk to everyone? ! Is he shameless? !

Song Yan looked down at the glass counter in front of her, gritted her teeth, thinking about waiting for Xia Zhiye to come back and settle the account.

Ruan Tian on the other end of the phone had already nabbed a lot of things, and finally asked: "Oh, by the way, do you have formal clothes? If not, I will take my boyfriend's Give you."

"No, I have."

The finals of the Young Talent Cup all require students to wear formal clothes, but Song Yan did not bring them when he came to Nanwu from Beijing this time, so he got up early in the morning and went to the shopping mall to buy his own Formal wear.

Ruan Tian also felt relieved: "Okay, then at twelve o'clock at noon I will drive to the dormitory to pick you up and another girl, and we will go to Shiwai together."

"Hmm."

Song Yan hung up the phone, then pointed to a watch on the counter, "Can you take this out and show it to me?"

"Okay, sir."

Brown with blue plate, engraved with the design of the little prince on the back.

It is a special edition of the Little Prince in the pilot collection of IWC watches.

At the first sight of this watch, Song Yan inexplicably thought of Xia Zhiye.

Maybe because he, like the little prince, has a rose that is particularly stinky, squeamish, and pretentious.

And this watch is the answer Song Yan wanted to give Xia Zhiye.

It happens to be Xia Zhiye's birthday on 12.24, everything is just right.

This watch only costs more than 40,000 yuan. If I only give this watch, will it seem that I don’t pay enough attention to it? Will Xia Zhiye like it?

Song Yan was looking down to consider whether this watch is worthy of Xia Zhiye, when he suddenly heard someone call him from behind: "Song Yan, why are you here?"

When she looked back along the voice, the nervous anticipation and entanglement in Song Yan's eyes disappeared instantly. In the place, a very uncomfortable feeling of oppression arises at once.

After only one glance, Song Yan coldly retracted her gaze and said to the teller, "Please help me wrap this up."

Then took the bag, turned and left, without looking back, without saying a word.

Aloof and unreasonable.

Someone behind him who didn't know him couldn't help but ask: "Shang Wei, who is this, why is he so rude, not even polite?"

Besides a tall boy wearing a white down jacket, with warm and handsome eyebrows, but a shallow scar above the right eyebrow bone, when he heard this, he smiled with a good temper: "Don't say that to others, He was one of my former classmates, who was dropped out of school, and now he has moved to Nanwu, and I didn't expect to meet him by chance."

Another student who came to Nanwu Competition Huiying Middle School snorted softly: "It's not only impossible, it's just too bad, no one in our class likes him, just the scar on his forehead. , it was he who did it, because..."

"Okay." Shang Wei interrupted softly, "Stop talking, it's all over."

The man curled his lips: "Shang Wei, you are such a nice person, but also, just like Song Yan, who is just like his name, no one likes him wherever he goes, and he is too lazy to follow him. Comparing."

The words behind him never lowered their volume, so they all fell into Song Yan's ears without a word.

Song Yan just put on the headphones with a cold face.

He's certainly not a likable person, but it's not the idiot's turn to point fingers.

In the past, he didn't care, so he gave up on himself indifferently, but now he has someone he cares about, so he wants that person to know that he is not that bad, at least worthy of a little love.