I am a rich man

Hearing this, Mrs. Song frowned, a little puzzled, "Hostile?"

Aunt Zhang said intentionally or unintentionally: "Yes. Master Song Yuan has experienced so much, he must have resentment in his heart, and he probably vented all the resentment on the young master. Now he is in adolescence, rebellious, plus this kind of thing, and the young master's personality Well, I guess... well, this is something that can't be helped."

The hesitant words instantly made Mrs. Song and Master Song change their expressions.

Song Yao, who had been sizing up the expressions of the two, got up, walked quickly to Aunt Zhang and pulled Aunt Zhang, and frantically gave Aunt Zhang a wink, "Aunt Zhang, what are you talking about, Song Yuan is not like this. If you send it to me, you won't bully me. If you say that, your parents will misunderstand Song Yuan, please explain it quickly. Hurry up."

Aunt Zhang was a little displeased, and in the end Song Yao kept giving her winks, so she said reluctantly: "Master, madam, what I just said was nonsense, please don't take it to heart, sir and madam."

In a word, the atmosphere in the living room became more tense.

Master Song put down his chopsticks, looked at Mrs. Song with a gloomy expression, and said in a stern tone, "You have to explain it to him."

Mrs. Song said "Yes", "I will have a good talk with him."

"Mom and Dad, don't go to Song Yuan. He is already very pitiful. If Mom and Dad go again, I'm afraid he will collapse." Song Yao sat beside Mrs. Song, shaking her hand and begging: "Really, Mom , don't go, okay? He really didn't bully me! Really!"

After finishing speaking, Song Yao lowered his head, unable to see clearly, only his shoulders trembled slightly.

"Yaoyao, this matter has nothing to do with you, don't worry about it." Seeing this, Master Song stood up and said in a deep voice, "Song Yuan must be clear about some things."

Master Song went to the study, and Song Yao chased after him without thinking.

Seeing that he was in such a hurry, Mrs. Song couldn't help but sighed, and raised her hand to rub her temples.

"Ma'am, I said something wrong, which made Master and Madam unhappy." Aunt Zhang apologized, "I'm really sorry, I just don't want Master to be wronged. I watched him grow up, and now he appears It must be difficult for both sides, thinking about it makes me feel very distressed, and I can't help talking."

"I know, I know, I don't blame you." Mrs. Song patted Aunt Zhang on the shoulder, "I won't let Yaoyao be wronged."

She paused, and then said: "If Song Yuan is really not suitable to stay here, I will buy him a house and let him move out. This will be good for us all."

*

Song Yuan had just finished taking a shower when there was a knock on the door.

It was just after eight o'clock, and he opened the door while wiping his hair. He was not surprised to see Mrs. Song, but just moved away, "Mom, what's the matter?"

Song Yuan's voice is very nice, different from Song Yao's softness, with a bit of cleanliness unique to teenagers. Mrs. Song who yelled this time almost forgot the purpose of her coming, and just stared at Song Yuan in a daze.

It wasn't until Song Yuan looked at her suspiciously that Mrs. Song came to her senses, walked into the room, closed the door, and said softly, "I want to talk to you."

Song Yuan stopped wiping his hair, "Okay."

The light in the room was not bright. Song Yuan was wearing clean pajamas and standing under the light. Because he had just taken a shower, his fair face was a little reddish, his wet hair stuck to his forehead, and his long eyelashes swept up and down. It looks very well-behaved.

too skinny.

So thin that clothes can't cover it.

Some old scars can still be seen on the exposed arms, which are particularly dazzling against the fair skin.

Song Yao's appearance flashed in his mind, and when the two were compared, Mrs. Song couldn't say what she had prepared.

She remembered what other wives had said to her before Song Yuan came back, "Song Yuan is a bitter child, you must treat him well after you take him back. I heard people say that children who grow up in that kind of environment are prone to depression. Sigh. , God is really playing tricks on people, how could such a thing happen? If my child has lived in the country for so long and is still being abused, I will definitely go crazy. "

Mrs. Song considered for a long time before she spoke, "Song Yuan, I came here to tell you, don't misunderstand Yaoyao."

Song Yuan immediately understood the meaning of Mrs. Song's misunderstanding. After a long silence, he said, "I didn't misunderstand him."

He could more or less guess that Mrs. Song's coming to him was about Song Yao, but when she really heard what Mrs. Song said, there was still some weird emotion in her heart.

Is it disappointment?

Doesn't count.

what is that?

Probably a self-mockery.

Mrs. Song obviously didn't believe his words, she sighed and said: "I will make it up to you, Song Yuan. You don't have to worry that we will ignore you and dislike you. Now that I have found you, I will definitely owe you the money back then. Just don’t always think that what happened back then has something to do with Song Yao, he is just as innocent as you, okay?”

Mrs. Song herself didn't believe what she said. In the past 18 years, she has given all her love to Song Yao, how could she give half of it to Song Yuan.

The young man in front of her listened to her quietly, without saying anything, and only replied with a simple "yes".

"Then you have to get along well with Yaoyao, he has a gentle personality, you..."

Hearing Mrs. Song's worry, Song Yuan raised his eyes to look at Mrs. Song, without any ups and downs in his tone, "I won't bully him, don't worry."

Facing those eyes without any emotion, Mrs. Song's heart skipped a beat, and an indescribable uncomfortable feeling swam through her whole body.In the end, she suppressed that feeling, put her mind at ease, smiled and said "um", opened the door and prepared to leave.

"Good night." The young man behind said softly.

"Good night." Mrs. Song's hand holding the doorknob tightened slightly, and she left as if fleeing.

Song Yuan took out the hair dryer and started to dry his hair.

His long hair marked his eyes, covering all the emotions in his eyes.Under the warm wind from the hair dryer, Song Yuan thought numbly, why did everyone think he was bullying Song Yao?

Does Song Yao look like a bully, or does he look too much like a bully who can bully others?In other words, Song Yao held too much weight in their minds, so that they believed everything they said and never doubted it.

The latter is quite possible.

Mrs. Song's words echoed in her ears, Song Yuan turned off the hair dryer, straightened her messy hair, lay down on the bed and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

He didn't want to argue with Song Yao, because he clearly knew that there was nothing here that belonged to him, and he didn't need it at all.

He just wants to spend a few years here in peace.

……

The company was busy on Saturday, and Mr. Song never came back. Mrs. Song went to find other wives after dinner. Only Song Yao and Song Yuan were left in the villa.

Song Yuan stayed in his room and read books except for eating. Song Yao knocked on the door several times to look for him, but he didn't go out.

The tutor came only on Sunday afternoon. He was a man of few words. When Song Yuan encountered some problems and asked him, he answered them patiently until Song Yuan fully understood.

*

Song Yuan got up early on Monday, changed his clothes after breakfast and went out for a run.

When he came back, he happened to meet Aunt Zhang who had finished shopping for vegetables.

"Morning, Aunt Zhang." Song Yuan's forehead was covered with sweat, and his clothes were soaked in sweat. He greeted him briefly, and walked into the villa short of breath.

Aunt Zhang's words were blocked by his simple greeting, neither up nor down, and finally walked into the villa depressed.

She didn't believe it anymore. She said that about Song Yuan a few days ago, and Song Yuan didn't feel bad at all for Song Yuan.

But Song Yuan really didn't seem to care. During the two days of vacation, every time he saw her, he would greet her and call her "Aunt Zhang".

Is it because Madam went to talk to him?

When Song Yuan finished taking a shower and packed up to go out, Aunt Zhang, who was choosing vegetables, glanced at Song Yuan secretly, "Aren't you going to leave without waiting for the young master?"

It was just after seven o'clock, and Song Yao was still sleeping.Song Yuan paused before going out, turned his head and smiled and said, "Well, let him sleep more."

Song Yao usually wakes up at 10:[-], eats and cleans up in half an hour, and takes the car to school in [-] minutes.

Seeing the gentle smile on his face, Aunt Zhang couldn't think of any sarcasm for a while, and stared straight at his back.

Song Yuan got into the car.

The driver, Uncle Li, was chatting with his daughter, when he suddenly saw someone getting into the car, he thought it was Song Yao, and was a little puzzled, "Master, why did you get up so early today?"

Looking through the rearview mirror, he realized that it was Song Yuan. He immediately sat up straight, put away his phone, and stammered, "Yes, Second, Second Young Master, Second Young Master, good morning..."

Seeing his nervousness, Song Yuan smiled at him and put on his seat belt, "I couldn't sleep, so I woke up. Uncle Li, please send me to school. Thank you."

"Second young master, you don't have to thank me, this is what I should do." After working as a driver in the Song family for so many years, Uncle Li has never heard anyone say the word "thank you for your trouble". Disappearing.

He started the car, and because of Song Yuan's thank you, he was full of energy.

It was almost 07:30 when we arrived at the school, and there were only a few scattered students at the school gate.

Song Yuan was patted on the shoulder from behind when he got out of the car.

"Morning, Song Yuan. I have a piano competition this Saturday. Do you have time to watch it? Just cheer me on." An Xin tilted her head and smiled at him, took out a ticket to watch the competition, and handed it to him .

"Okay." Song Yuan took it, staring down at the address on the coupon, remembering that Song Yao also seemed to have participated in a piano competition.

Seeing his answer, An Xin was very happy, with her hands behind her back, she walked side by side with him, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"have eaten."

"You should eat more." An Xin said: "You are too thin, much taller than me, I feel that you are not as heavy as me."

"Thank you."

"Thank you." An Xin sighed, "We are friends, and there is no need to thank friends. By the way, Song Yao didn't bother you during your two days off, right?"

Song Yuan shook his head: "No."

An Xin: "That's good, I'm afraid Song Yao will bully you."

"Do I look like someone easy to bully?" Song Yuan tilted his head, stared at An Xin, and asked softly.

An Xin nodded without any hesitation, "Like, super like! If someone bullies you, you come to me, I'll let those people taste my fist!"

She slowly clenched her fists, and heard Song Yuan say in a low voice, "No."

"Ok?"

"I won't be bullied."

An Xin turned her head, and saw Song Yuan's eyes were half downcast, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his expression indifferent, with a cold and alienated aura all over his body, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Why did she feel that Song Yuan... was cold-blooded.

*

The people in the class have no reaction to Song Yuan, and the discussion is also in the small group they created.Most people choose to ignore Song Yuan and treat him as a transparent person.

Only one person is different.

Song Yuan raised his head and looked at Gu Yuhe who had been staring at him for a class to the left.

Meeting his gaze, Gu Yuhe's eyes seemed to be cramped. While blinking, he turned his head away from looking at Song Yuan, and when Song Yuan lowered his head, he looked over again with suspicion on his face.

"Why do you keep staring at Song Yuan?" Sitting next to him, Xiao Run wondered, "You're almost staring at him."

"I'm thinking about a great question." Gu Yuhe said slowly.

"What?" Xiao Run approached him, "Quickly, what's the question? I'm so curious."

"I heard Song Yuan's name from my uncle. Tell me, is there something wrong with my uncle or Song Yuan." Gu Yuhe was a little mad.

"You just stared at him for more than an hour because of this matter?" Xiao Run gave a thumbs up, patted Gu Yuhe's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Nephew, you are too good, you have thought about such a simple question for so long. You Uncle must know about the gossip of the Song family, mentioning Song Yuan is nothing more than normal."

Gu Yuhe shook off Xiao Run's arm and frowned, "My uncle has never been interested in gossip. I have never seen him mention so many gossips before. This is the first time."

"Also, Su Xiaorun, if you call me nephew again, I'll tell everyone with a loudspeaker that you still wear crotch pants and braids at the age of 12." Gu Yuhe leaned back on his chair and said lazily.

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Run suddenly put his index finger on his lips, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'." Grandpa, you are my grandpa."

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