The school grass I taught became my fanboy

The next afternoon.

Song Jingshui sent a text message to Yu Cheng, wanting to ask him to have a meal together.

Yu Cheng glanced at the class schedule. He happened to have no class in the afternoon, so he agreed to have a meal with Song Jingshui.

Song Jingshui was arranging the broken hair on his forehead in front of the mirror, it was a little long, and he said, "It's time to cut your hair."

Yan Gu's cell phone ding-dong, and received money from a netizen.His high accuracy of fortune-telling has already become famous in their circle, and many people come to him for fortune-telling every day, including love fortune-telling and career fortune-telling.In just one day, fortune-telling can earn four figures.

He turned off the phone and looked at Song Jingshui who was fiddling with his hair seriously.

"Jing Shui, you are handsome enough. If you take care of yourself so well, who are you going to see?" Yan Gu asked with a smile.

Song Jingshui tucked away the last strand of hair, looked back at Yan Gu, and replied in a good mood: "Din with the person you have a crush on."

Yan Gu gave him a thumbs up, nuzzled his mouth, and said with firm eyes: "Come on! You can do it!"

Song Jingshui raised the corner of his mouth and said thank you.

At this time, Yu Cheng had already dressed, waiting for news from Song Jingshui.

When Song Jingshui was about to call Yu Cheng, a call came in, and the phone screen showed that the contact person was his father.

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"Dad, what's the matter?" Song Jingshui asked.

The other end was silent for a long time, and finally said a word: "Jing Shui, your mother is back, you can go home now."

Yan Gu couldn't hear what the person on the phone was talking about, but he noticed that what was said on the other end of the phone, Song Jingshui's eyes widened slightly, his lips moved, and he was silent for a while before he said: "OK .”

Song Jingshui hung up the phone and left the dormitory without looking back.

Seeing his eagerness, Yan Gu became a little curious and took out the divination cards that he had just collected.

I used some other methods to tell the divination, such as what color clothes he is wearing today, etc., but this kind of divination cannot be told to the person who is divined. mold.

Five minutes later, Yan Gu looked at the cards on the table.

His brows were frowned fiercely, the cards were in bad shape, and two of the three cards were upside down.

Yan Gu looked at the three cards and pondered for a while, he couldn't figure out exactly what happened, he could only see the general trend of time.

In other words, Song Jingshui's fortune will not be very good recently.

Yan Gu was about to pick up the phone to call him, but when the lock screen was opened, he saw the word "rules".

He is so good at mixing, one is because he is very flexible in connecting the meanings between cards, that is to say, the accuracy rate of what everyone said is high.The second is because he abides by the rules of divination very much.

If he told Song Jingshui the news, not only himself, but even Song Jingshui would be implicated, and anything might go wrong.

Thinking of this, Yan Gu frowns, but he can only put down his cell phone, silently praying that Song Jingshui can reverse the adversity.

Song Jingshui took a taxi, called Yu Cheng in the car, and told him that there was an emergency tonight and he couldn't have dinner together.

In the dormitory, Yu Cheng said, "It's okay, you can do your work first, and you can eat anytime."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Cheng heard something wrong in Song Jingshui's tone, which was completely different from his usual calm and self-possessed.

Could it be... What's the matter?

Half an hour later, Song Jingshui opened the door of the villa, walked into the green yard, and walked into the house step by step.

After entering the room, a woman with gorgeous makeup and long black hair exuded a soft aura, sitting quietly on the sofa, while Song Zhenbo was sitting opposite the sofa.

The two seemed to be talking about something.

Approaching, the woman also noticed Song Jingshui's arrival, and instantly stood up, wanting to touch him.

Taking a closer look, Song Jingshui in front of him is even more handsome, his deep eyes are staring at the woman motionless.

Just as Zhang You was about to touch Song Jingshui, Song Jingshui backed away expressionlessly, avoiding the hand that wanted to touch him without a trace.

The woman froze for a moment, her powdered face turned pale for a moment, then she pretended nothing happened, and smiled softly: "Jing Shui, I... I am my mother."

Song Jingshui still had no expression, even his eyes were indifferent.

Zhang You pursed his lips and forced a smile, "Zhenbo, I want to talk to this child alone."

Song Zhenbo hummed, walked up to the second floor, returned to the room, sat on the bedside, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

The smoke was lingering, and the man found that he couldn't understand that woman more and more.

At this moment, only Song Jingshui and Zhang You were left on the first floor.

"Come on, let's sit down and talk." Zhang You said with a smile.

The woman wanted him to sit beside her, Song Jingshui's eyes were cold, and he chose to sit opposite the woman.

"Jing Shui, don't be so indifferent to me." Zhang You's smile could hardly be pulled out.

Song Jingshui looked at her still indifferently.

Zhang You smiled stiffly, "Mom is really sorry for you, she shouldn't have abandoned you back then."

Song Jingshui snorted coldly.

"How are you doing recently? I miss you and want to come back to see you." The woman continued.

"As you can see, it's pretty good."

"Then how is your academic performance? No one bullies you at school, how is your relationship with your roommates?" Seeing that Song Jingshui answered her last question, he thought he could accept her, and wanted to say a few more thoughtful words If so, get closer.

Song Jingshui's tone was a little displeased, and his brows were slightly frowned, "Do you think you have an obligation to know?"

Zhang You smiled embarrassingly, if it is said that there is no obligation, she didn't even become a mother in name.

"Mom knows I'm wrong, can you forgive me?" Zhang You begged, with a pitiful and delicate expression, even a boy couldn't help but pity him.

Song Jingshui half-closed his eyes, pinched his brows with his hands, and said in an unconcealable irritated tone, "So... have you finished?"

"Uh... finished talking..."

"I still have class tomorrow, and I'm going back to school later, you..." Song Jingshui stood up, looked down at the woman, and said in a cold voice, "You can do what you want."

"Isn't it okay to have a meal together?" Zhang You's voice trembled.

Song Jingshui ignored her, and left the room straight away, leaving only Zhang You in the room.

The woman's chest was rising and falling with anger, her face turned blue and turned white, she gritted her teeth, changed her pitiful appearance, and went upstairs.

Song Jingshui won't work, isn't there still Song Zhenbo?

Song Zhenbo heard Zhang You calling his name outside the door, he cut off the cigarette, walked over and opened the door.

Zhang You frowned when he smelled the smoke in the room, "Abo, didn't you promise me not to smoke?"

Song Zhenbo's voice was cold: "That was before, now you and I are already passers-by."

Zhang You's hand that was planning to open the window stopped after hearing this sentence, and the gentle smile on his face could no longer be held back.

Where did this man before speak to her with such an attitude?

Sure enough, it has changed, everything has changed.

Song Zhenbo pulled off his tie, squinted his eyes, and said directly: "What's the matter with you when you come back? Let's get straight to the point, don't hide it."

Zhang You smiled slightly, "Okay, then I'll get straight to the point." She clenched her fists tightly, "My child is sick now, and I don't have money for medical treatment. I hope you can lend me some money."

Song Zhenbo couldn't stop laughing after hearing this, and the male's thick laughter filled the whole room.

He almost couldn't stop laughing, and managed to calm down: "What are you talking about? Why don't you borrow money? What are you doing?"

The woman took a deep breath: "My child is sick, and I have no money for medical treatment..."

"We're already divorced, what's the matter? I still want to raise the child you had with someone else outside? It's thanks to you for thinking of it." Song Zhenbo sneered.

"Abo..."

"Shut up! Don't call me that, you are no longer worthy." Song Zhenbo swept over with sharp eyes.

The woman kept silent and thought for a while, "Mr. Song, can I beg you? My son is also a life."

"Where's your husband? Can't get the money?"

"The business fell last year and we have gone bankrupt. We really have no money now. If I hadn't been desperate, I wouldn't have..." Before Zhang You could finish speaking, the man answered directly.

"You won't come to see me, will you?" Song Zhenbo asked.

Zhang You didn't say a word, which was a tacit consent.

"Don't think about it, I won't pay this money. I begged you so much not to leave, but you still took your property and left ruthlessly. Don't worry, I will never pay this money. Don't even think about it." think."

"Song Zhenbo!" Zhang You suddenly became excited, and his voice was high-pitched, "We've been married for a few years, why don't we even want to borrow money?"

Song Zhenbo raised the corner of his mouth, "No."

The two upstairs were arguing.

Song Jingshui was sitting on the swing in the yard, swinging up and down, looking coldly into the distance.

White short sleeves, blue pants, if someone saw his back, they would probably think he was a high school student.The breeze was blowing, but it couldn't blow away his chaotic thoughts.

The swing was swinging, Song Jingshui was in a daze.

Just before he left, he realized that his mobile phone had been left on the sofa, and when he went back to pick it up, he just heard a loud noise from upstairs.

He went up two flights of stairs, listening carefully.

It turned out that the reason why the woman came back was because someone they had never heard of, a very strange person, came to intercede and even borrowed money...

Regardless of seniority or blood relationship, that person should be his "brother".

Oh, brother?

How did they come back to borrow money when they left so heartlessly when they were at their worst?

The phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

It was Yu Cheng who sent him a message.

--Are you OK?

The corners of Song Jingshui's lips raised unconsciously, and he replied - I'm fine, don't worry.

As long as he sees this name, he is very happy.

Even if he's in a bad mood right now.

The phone rang again, and he clicked on it. Although there were only a few words, the warmth could instantly fill his heart.

——Don't hold back anything in your heart.

Song Jingshui said: I think there are other ways to relieve my sadness.

Yu Cheng: What method?

Song Jingshui closed his eyes and chuckled, and sent a voice: "Let me give you a hug."

He looked at Yu Cheng, who hadn't responded to the news for a long time, with crooked eyes.It must be that Yu Cheng didn't know what to reply for a long time, so he simply didn't reply.

And Yu Cheng on the other end listened carefully to that cold and gentle voice, and the tips of his ears turned red slightly.

"This little brat is not serious again!"