I am a rich man

Gu Yuhe came back in the afternoon, changed his clothes, moved the snail noodles he bought back to his home, and brought his luggage.

"Song Yuan, I'm living here too from today. You can go to school with me every day, and we can chat if we have nothing to do. Phew! I'm so bored living alone, and he doesn't stay with me when I'm with my uncle. Chat, fortunately I have you now."

Then he found that he was too happy too early, because Song Yuan, like Gu Yingchi, didn't talk much.

Gu Yuhe felt like a sparrow, twittering non-stop.Song Yuan was listening all the time, without showing any impatience, and replied to Gu Yuhe from time to time, and when he was not speaking, he looked a little warm from the side.

Gu Yuhe saw that his expression was not very good, and finally remembered that he was still a sick person, so he stopped pulling him to talk, and sat on the sofa by himself, boringly swiping his phone, when suddenly he saw Weibo hot search hanging up Click on the anime I've been chasing recently.

It's a fanart competition, and it's quite popular.

Gu Yuhe, who loves painting, became interested. After downloading the app, he tossed all afternoon and submitted the paintings he made.

At the moment after the submission, Gu Yuhe saw the one with the most likes.

Signed 2Y, followed by Weibo @TWOY.

Click in and take a look, good guy, 13 fans, a Weibo, the popularity is too high.

But it's really beautifully drawn.

Gu Yuhe stared at the picture for a long time, and when he compared it with his own drawing, he became sluggish in an instant.

After liking it, Gu Yuhe posted the picture he drew in the group, "Can you tell who this is?"

The message passed quickly, and Gu Yuhe felt that something was wrong. After a closer look, it was sent to Class A by mistake, and it was too late to withdraw it.

Gu Yuhe: "My hands are shaking, I sent the wrong message."

Then withdraw the group.

Song Yao, who clicked in and saw the news, turned to the picture he posted before, and sneered when he saw the four-dimensional picture.

How dare you post something so ugly.

A bunch of people in the group were discussing this game, all kinds of boasting.

Song Yao clicked on Weibo to watch the competition. He had watched the anime, but he hadn't finished it. He felt that most of the fanarts were not very good, except for one person who was barely able to draw.

And this one is barely okay, and it even ranks first, the most popular.

Song Yao sneered, and after spending three hours drawing, he submitted the manuscript and quit Weibo.

He is very good at drawing. He learned it when he was a child, but later he gave up drawing because he was learning the piano. He once wanted to be a cartoonist, but this idea was impossible.

Now he just wants to take over the Song family after graduation, and carry forward the Song family, and it will be carried forward after Song Yuan is firmly under his feet.

Mrs. Song who was lying on the bed woke up, Song Yao was thinking about his future glory and laughed out loud, suddenly raised his head to meet her gaze as if sizing up a stranger, his heart froze, he got up and leaned over, and said with a smile: "Mom? You woke up, do you feel any discomfort?"

Mrs. Song shook her head, her expression seemed calm.She glanced at the tablet in Song Yao's hand, then at Song Yao again, and asked with no emotion, "What were you doing just now?"

Song Yao said softly, "I just drew a picture of a fan."

He thought Mrs. Song would casually ask, as usual, what kind of fan art he was drawing.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Song just stared at him without speaking.

The stern gaze that looked like scrutiny was so strange, the smile on Song Yao's face almost froze, and when he sensed something was wrong with Mrs. Song, he leaned forward again, and said with puzzled eyes: "Mom, what's wrong with you? Is there any discomfort? I'll call a doctor."

Upon hearing this, Madam Song raised her hand and slapped him, glared at him, and started cursing, "Who are you cursing for being uncomfortable? I'm lying here when I'm sick, so it's fine if you don't take care of me, and I'm still painting there. You can still laugh? It’s not you who is sick, so you can laugh, right? You are heartless, it’s useless to raise you, raising you is better than raising a pig..."

She also said a bunch of ugly words after that, Song Yao didn't hear clearly, he was stunned by the slap, he covered his face after reacting, his eyes became sinister for a moment.

Mrs. Song saw this ruthlessness, she sneered and scolded sharply, "What? Are you still not convinced when I hit you? Little bastard, just stare at me again and try."

Then she sat up, picked up the jug with hot water next to it, and was about to throw it at Song Yao, but Song Yao took over at the critical moment, but even so, she screamed scaldingly from the hot water splashing out of it.

"What's it called! It's so noisy, shut up!" Mrs. Song became even more annoyed, baring her teeth, very violent and ferocious.

Song Yao held back his anger and went to pour cold water on his arms. When he came back, he saw Mrs. Song got out of bed and stood by the bed, he was taken aback, "Mom, what are you doing? Don't get excited, you go back to the bed first..."

"I'm excited about your size." Mrs. Song turned her head, took a few steps forward, stood in front of Song Yao, and pointed her hand fiercely at Song Yao's head. The appearance of wanting to eat people was exactly the same as before.

She no longer has the usual tenderness in her eyes, only anger. She is not happy just pointing at Song Yao's head, and even wants to raise her hand to hit Song Yao. any difference.

Song Yao quickly dodged and rang the nurse's bell. He rubbed his red and swollen face and looked at the crazy Mrs. Song, frowning, a little annoyed.

Could she be really crazy?

*

It was already the second day that Song Yuan received the news from the official.

"Voting has begun~ My wife has the highest number of works at present. I would like to consult my wife. Do you have any plans to publish this fanart? We officially want to buy the copyright of this picture. QAQ, what do you think, madam? Mrs. Price You go out."

The news was soon overwhelmed by other inquiries about whether the manuscript could be accepted or not. Song Yuan found out and replied, "Give it away for free."

Then I posted another Weibo, indicating that I will explain when I accept the manuscript, and I really don't accept it recently.

I don't know how many people have set him as special attention, a microblog is sent out, and there are many comments in an instant, all of whom are disappointed that he did not accept the manuscript.

The "Power and Desire" animation official sent a private message, rejecting his free gift, and must spend money to buy it.

Song Yuan thought for a while, and replied: "As for the price, you are sure, and I have no objection."

Official: "Then let's contact my wife (˙▽˙) after the competition. Ma'am, your paintings are really beautiful! I love you."

The input method comes with the mobile phone. Song Yuan didn't know where the emojis were, and he searched for a long time before finding them. He replied: "Thank you ^_^."

He had already asked for leave for many days, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong with his body, Song Yuan went to school, and asked the driver to put him down far away from the gate.

"It's still far away, do you want to go there? Come with me." Gu Yuhe struggled.

"It doesn't affect you well." Song Yuan said, put on his school uniform jacket, took his schoolbag, thanked the driver, and walked 5 minutes into the school.

The moment he entered the school, everyone around him looked at her.

Song Yuan was used to their kind of curious eyes, and walked into the classroom after ignoring them. As soon as he entered the classroom, he was surrounded by a group of people asking about the piano competition.

"I saved the video! I also cut down the music to make a ringtone, it's so nice."

"Song Yuan, you are a god! I think you can do everything, how did you do it? Woohoo, I'm so envious."

"I'm also learning the piano. Song Yuan, when did you learn the piano? Do you have any skills? Teach me."

"I went to see it that day too! I was so excited, you are so proud of our class F, who would have thought that there is a genius in our class. But what happened to the wound on your head?"

"Yeah, how did Song Yuan get hurt?"

All kinds of questions made Song Yuan stunned for a moment, smiled, and answered patiently before returning to his seat.

Come here with peace of mind.

"What's the matter with your forehead?" She pointed to her head, worried: "How did you get hurt?"

"Accidentally touched it." Song Yuan said softly: "Where is your hand? How is it?"

"I'm able to move already. I'm almost dying of joy these days. I met Song Yao at school, and his face was so ugly." An Xin covered her stomach, grinning from ear to ear.

The first class was Old Wu's. After asking about Song Yuan's illness and injury, he was relieved to give the lecture.

"Song Yuan is not in good health, so stop asking around him all the time. Do you know how to ask me in the group? Do you all have mobile phones? Don't tell me that you usually enjoy playing with mobile phones, but when it comes time to study I won’t be able to find my mobile phone.” When class was over, Lao Wu put the book on the table, put his palm on the book, and looked at everyone with a tenderness that he had never seen before, “The third year of high school is almost over, work harder Ah, students, you can’t give up at this time. Persist in the last few months, and you will be liberated.”

The classroom fell silent, first one person said "yes", followed by a dozen, then twenty, and finally the whole class responded with an extremely resounding "yes".

Old Wu nodded with a smile and left.

When he left, the classroom became even quieter, no one spoke, and most of the people silently took out their homework and wrote it.

There were other classes laughing and passing by class F, but they didn't hear any sound, so they took a closer look and were shocked.

It's the first time I've seen you so quiet and doing your homework so uniformly.

Are the people in Class F crazy, so abnormal?

The school forum has posted a lot of posts in the past few days. Later, someone summed up those posts and posted a summary post. In it, he analyzed why Song Yuan can play basketball and piano, and said that these are all because he deliberately concealed his strength. , It was used to slap Song Yao in the face, and Song Yao's cowardly appearance couldn't beat him at all.

Some people speculated that the follow-up should be that the Song family took a fancy to Song Yuan, cultivated Song Yuan, and ignored Song Yao, who became an abandoned son.

The summary post soon followed Song Yuan to the school and updated the photos of Song Yuan's injury. Many people were curious about how Song Yuan was injured, and within a few minutes there were [-]-floor guesses.

Not long after, a reply attracted the attention of many people,

SY and YS: "Ah, the wound on his head seems to be in a car accident with his own mother. I heard it, but I don't know if it's true or not. His mother crashed into the emergency room, and he hit his head. Tsk, Not so lucky."

"Judging from the tone upstairs, Song Yuan only suffered a little injury and is still tricky?"

"Maybe, maybe he was annoyed that his mother didn't have a bowl of water and made trouble on purpose, which led to the car accident."

"Not to mention anything else, I watched the piano video, it's really awesome. I wouldn't believe this guy if he said he didn't learn the piano. I said Song Yuan is awesome, does anyone of you dare to refute it? Come on, talk to me."

"Basketball is the same, I have practiced as soon as I saw it. Did you say that when you came here, you deliberately let people spread the news that he can't do anything, and then show yourself here."

"It's obvious that you are an idiot if you have such an idea upstairs. Don't pour all the dirty water on Song Yuan, can you do it? How many times have you been dragged and trampled by you since you transferred to school? You are even more unscrupulous if you don't care? A bunch of mad dogs .”

"Why are you excited? I'm not interested in what Song Yuan will do. Basketball and piano aren't very good. Isn't it enough if you have hands? I'm even more curious if the murderer caught it?"

In just a few minutes on the first floor, dozens of people replied.

SY and YS spoke again: "There are no street lights, no surveillance cameras, no witnesses, and the driver ran away, and there is no way to find them. Think about it, does this situation look like a planned car accident?"

"Where does it look like? It's funny that the upstairs said that as long as you have hands, don't forget that Song Yao lost to Song Yuan. Song Yao has participated in dozens of competitions, and he won the first place every time. This time, he must be pissed off. I thought it was funny, hahahahaha."

"You deserve it. I thought Song Yuan was definitely the one who was crushed. Now it seems that I have to redefine it."

SY and YS: "Why are you mocking Song Yao so much? Isn't Song Yuan even more ridiculous?"

Xiaofeng's cat replied SY ah YS: "Besides, Song Yao is ridiculous and I will kick your head to death. He is well-behaved, has a good personality, and knows a lot, is it ridiculous? I think you are even more ridiculous. What do you know? What do you know? Poke your eyeballs with a feather duster?"

SY, YS: "..."

When Gu Yuhe came across this post out of boredom, there were already all kinds of scolding in the building, and he regained his energy in an instant.Glancing at Song Yuan, he thought to himself that Song Yuan is such a good person, where do these idiots in the building get so dark-faced, they sprayed hundreds of floors with their own power, and literally turned the original 532-floor post into 1323-floor.

First go to PDD and make a D and come back to talk: "My mother stuffed your mouth with my stinky shoes that I haven't washed in 200 years to block your mouth, let you make up things, how can your mouth be so smelly, separated by a network cable It all stinks up on me."

"Song Yuan is also a victim. If he wasn't seriously injured, there must be something wrong? Are your brains and intestines reversed?"

"It's true that Song Yuan is amazing! Song Yuan YYDS."

"Your mouth is so stinky online, do you dare to make an appointment offline?"

What to do if you are jealous: "Excuse me, what does YYDS mean? Can someone call me back, please hurry up."

"Is that guy who said "go to PDD first and spell D before you talk" crazy? With such a bad mouth and so protective of Song Yuan, is it Song Yuan himself?"

As Gu Yuhe continued to scold others, some people questioned him.

Gu Yuhe was overjoyed when he saw it.Recognizing that this person is the one who abused Song Yuan the most in posts, he rolled up his sleeves, picked up his phone again and replied: "I am your father (=^▽^=)."

When I sent it, it showed that I was banned for swearing. I was so angry that I calmed down and changed to another account and started fighting again.

Two mobile phone numbers were not enough, so Gu Yuhe borrowed mobile phone numbers from people around him, and finally borrowed them over and over again. The more he became addicted, the more he couldn't stop.

As a result, ten accounts were blocked, and there was no use for them. Gu Yuhe flipped through the address book and registered an account with Gu Yingchi's mobile phone number.

The moment he received the verification code, Gu Yingchi blocked it as a spam message, looked up at the people around him, his expression was calm, but with a full sense of oppression: "Who proposed the cooperation with Song first?" ?”

"Me." Someone raised his hand and said hesitantly, "I think Song's latest project has great potential, so we can cooperate."

"Mr. Gu does not cooperate with Mr. Song. There is no need to discuss this matter. The next one." Gu Yingchi tapped his finger on the table, expressionless.

The man had been in Gu's for several years, and he understood that this gesture usually meant that Gu Yingchi was in a bad mood and impatient, so he immediately crossed out Song, responded, stopped talking, and reported other things.

After sending several text messages to Gu Yingchi but getting no reply, Gu Yuhe called.

The meeting just ended, and Gu Yingchi answered the phone.

"Uncle, have you received the verification code? Send it to me, I want to register an account with my uncle's mobile phone number." Gu Yuhe said pitifully, "Someone scolded me, I want to scold me back, but my other accounts have been blocked , only my uncle’s cell phone number is useless, uncle help me.”

"Don't curse people." Gu Yingchi taught in a calm voice.

Gu Yuhe hesitated for a while, and sent the screenshot to Gu Yingchi's WeChat.

Gu Yingchi clicked on the picture and took a look.

The scolding in it was ugly. At first, Song Yuan was the center of mocking Song Yuan, and then it became a large-scale scolding scene, and all kinds of ugly words came out.

He finished the call with Gu Yuhe, and after entering the forum, he could find that nine out of ten posts were about Song Yuan.

Some people secretly took pictures when they saw Song Yuan, and then uploaded the photos to the forum to discuss.

Gu Yingchi changed his posture, put his face on one hand, read all the posts with an expression on his face, and called He Cheng to come in.

Seeing his slightly slack sitting posture and the movement of propping his face, He Cheng was taken aback, wondering who made Gu Yingchi angry.

Gu Yingchi would only act like this when he was in a particularly bad mood, the more lazy he was, the worse his mood would be.

When others are angry and in a bad mood, people can feel it, but Gu Yingchi's bad mood is generally not felt by people.

Therefore, it made people feel even more scared, because it was impossible to guess what Gu Yingchi was thinking.

Without waiting for a reply, Gu Yuhe didn't know if Gu Yingchi was angry or what happened, and he didn't dare to send a message to ask, so he could only restrain himself from swearing.

When he clicked on the post again, he found that the post had been deleted, and the person who posted it and those who cursed were banned.Not only that, the posts about Song Yuan are gone, only one titled - "I think Song Yuan is the most beautiful in K high" is still there.

There are a bunch of beautiful photos of Song Yuan in it, and dozens of people agree.

The school forum shows that it is being updated, and no one is allowed to post.

Gu Yuhe laughed so hard that he jumped up from his chair, guessing that Gu Yingchi did it.

It's a pity that he hasn't scolded enough.

The surrounding students heard his laughter and turned their heads to look at him.

Gu Yuhe sat back in his seat, saw Song Yuan looking sideways, and grinned at him.

Song Yuan was taken aback, and then smiled at him.

Gu Yuhe shook his mobile phone to ask him, Song Yuan understood what he meant and nodded, Gu Yuhe turned his back to him and took a group photo with his mobile phone.

Song Yuan seldom takes pictures, and when taking pictures, he doesn't know how to pose. The only movement he can pose is the scissors, so every time he is in the photo, he will appear stiff and uncomfortable.

At the moment when Gu Yuhe took the photo, he was hesitating whether to swing the scissors hand, but when he raised his hand to do it, Gu Yuhe had already finished taking the picture.

A few seconds later, the phone vibrated, and it was Gu Yuhe who sent him the photo.

Song Yuan clicked on it. In the photo, he was looking at the camera with a smile on his lips. Just as he raised his hand, he was frozen in mid-air, neither stiff nor uncomfortable.

Gu Yuhe: "Song Yuan Song Yuan! I sent it to my uncle (=^▽^=) for fear that he might worry about you."

Song Yuan: "Don't post it."

Gu Yuhe: "Σ(°△°|||)︴What to do, I have already sent it."

Song Yuan: "..."

Gu Yuhe: "Ah, OTZ, I was wrong, and I can't withdraw it. Song Yuan, I will kowtow to you to apologize, kneel down and kowtow.jpg."

Song Yuan: "It's okay, just post it."

A photo, nothing.

But for some reason, thinking that Gu Yingchi would click on the photo, and seeing him like this, Song Yuan felt a strange, indescribable feeling in his heart.

It seems to be... sorry.

Song Yuan shook his head, threw away those strange thoughts, put his phone in his pocket, and continued writing questions.

*

Gu Yingchi was in the psychiatrist's office when he received the photo.

In the photo, Gu Yuhe's head looks very big because of the tandem and the back.

Song Yuan, who was sitting in the back, had a straight figure. He was wearing a school uniform that didn't fit well. It was one size too big. His neck was fair and slender. Because his bangs were too long, his bangs were pulled to both sides of his forehead, revealing his cool and delicate face, and he looked very cute.

Gu Yingchi: "It's pretty."

Gu Yuhe: "Thank you uncle, woo woo woo, you haven't praised me for a long time, I'm so touched. Tears.jpg, it's true."

Gu Yingchi: "I didn't mention you."

Gu Yuhe: "..."

Gu Yuhe: "Bump into the wall.jpg, kneel down and cry bitterly.jpg."

Gu Yingchi could already see the crazy scene where he was scratching his head, and tapped his fingers on the screen a few times, "You also took very good pictures."

Gu Yuhe: "Thank you uncle for perfunctory me. Kowtow.jpg."

The psychiatrist has been waiting for him. When he saw that he put away his cell phone and his face was obviously much better than before, he was a little puzzled, "Can I ask Mr. Gu a question?"

Gu Yingchi: "Yes."

"Did Mr. Gu meet someone who made you feel more relaxed and happy recently?"

As soon as the psychiatrist finished asking this question, Song Yuan's cold and distant face appeared in Gu Yingchi's mind.

He nodded without denying it.

"Do you still have that kind of strange dream recently?" The psychiatrist asked again.

"Rarely." Gu Yingchi changed his sitting position, looking a little lazy, "Since he appeared, he has done it once."

The outline of the boy in the dream became clearer, and when he turned around, he raised his hand slightly, as if saying goodbye.

Gu Yingchi still remembered the empty feeling in his heart when he woke up.

It's like losing a very important person in your life.

The psychiatrist didn't ask who that "he" was, but just smiled and said, "Mr. Gu can get in touch with him more."

Gu Yingchi closed his eyes and did not respond to the psychiatrist's words.

He seemed to fall asleep, and after a few minutes, he asked the psychiatrist a question, "Do you believe in destiny?"

The psychiatrist was a little surprised, and didn't really believe that Gu Yingchi asked this question.

Immediately afterwards, she thought of something, and smiled knowingly, "I believe it. Did Mr. Gu meet the destined person for asking this question?"

"Yes." After a moment of silence, Gu Yingchi's deep voice sounded.

He opened his eyes, with a faint smile on his face, then got up and left the office.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-01-2820:45:43~2021-01-3018:27:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Fei 1;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmines: Junzi Yinuo 6;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：绯186瓶；102450瓶；("▔□▔)、凉月壹拾20瓶；家有奕宝5瓶；路人甲4瓶；上官凌瑶3瓶；521、烟雨任平生2瓶；鹿丸、bai元、瓜皮1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!