What kind of evil can a puppy have?

At 08:30 the next morning, Yuanye went to study Song Jingzhou's professional political economy as usual.

He got up late and almost stepped into the classroom, but he couldn't find Song Jingzhou when he looked around. He saw Wei Ziyue and the three of them in the last row.

He entered through the back door, sat down beside Wei Ziyue, and asked, "Where is Song Jingzhou? Did you go to the toilet?"

Wei Ziyue looked at him suspiciously, "Huh? Didn't Lao Song send you a message?"

Yuan Ye was puzzled, and hurriedly took out his phone to see if there were any unread messages, but there was nothing, "What message?"

Wei Ziyue frowned, and opened the text message on his phone to show him, "Lao Song sent a text message to each of us last night."

[Lao Song: I have something to do at home, so I'll take a week off. 】

Yuan Ye was taken aback, staring at the text message for a while, then suddenly remembered something, got up abruptly and walked outside the classroom.

Just when the class bell rang, the teacher on the stage was drinking tea, the tea stalk was still stuck to his lips, and before he could spit it out, he hurriedly shouted: "Hey! The classmate behind! It's class, why are you going!"

Yuanye walked windily, and ignored him at all, but Wei Ziyue got up and explained for him, "Teacher, he is not in our class, he went to the wrong classroom."

The teacher said suspiciously: "Not in our class? How do I feel that I saw him last week?"

Wei Ziyue was taken aback for a moment, and he said awkwardly, "Ah... Teacher, you have so many classes a week, have you misremembered?... Also, the class bell has already rang past the teacher."

The teacher frowned and thought for a moment, but still didn't think of it, so he waved his hand to give up.

Wei Ziyue heaved a sigh of relief, and he gave the little man in the wild a mess in his heart, he will remember this favor!

***

Yuanye ran downstairs and called Song Jingzhou, but as expected, no one answered.

He irritatedly and impatiently dialed the number over and over again, but it was always the electronic prompt tone of the mechanical female voice.

He always felt that the person who sent the text message was not Song Jingzhou.

Not to mention that Song Jingzhou would not use SMS to contact them but WeChat, and his tone was not like him.

...Besides, why didn't Dudu send him a message?

Suddenly, he thought of the last smile on the corner of Song Zhoulin's mouth when he saw Song Zhoulin for the first time.

Dislike, ridicule, disgust.

——The text message was sent by Song Zhoulin, and I didn't send it to him because I didn't like him!

Why did Song Zhoulin send text messages instead of Song Jingzhou?

Could it be that something happened to Song Jingzhou? !

Yuan Ye ran out of the teaching building in confusion, flipping through the news records with Song Jingzhou frantically, trying to find his home address, but to no avail.

The chat messages with Song Jingzhou stayed on the "Cheer up for the debate" he sent on Tuesday, and looking up it was just some boring trifles.

Except for external information, Yuan Ye knew nothing about Song Jingzhou.

Others would pick up the personal information of idols everywhere when they chase stars, but he is good, he is stupid and clings to people all day long, but he doesn't even know where they live.

Frustrated, Yuan Ye dug out the phone number again and dialed it.

The phone was connected, but it was cut off by the other side as soon as it rang, and then a text message was sent.

"Busy, text message said."

Yuan Ye spent a long time talking, and was about to write a [-]-word essay. He told Yan Runbai about Song Jingzhou's situation, and asked the other party if he could find out Song Jingzhou's address for him.

After waiting for about ten minutes, I received a reply. It was Yan Runbai's call.

As soon as the phone was connected, the other side said bluntly: "You don't need to look up his address, there is the name of Song Zhoulin's villa complex on the Internet, but the person you are looking for is not there."

Yuan Ye hurriedly asked, "Then where is he?"

Yan Runbai did not answer him, but instead asked: "What is your relationship with him?"

Yuan Ye was taken aback by the question, opened his mouth and didn't think of what to reply.

Senior student?friend?Members of the same group?

Yuan Ye didn't answer, but Yan Runbai was not in a hurry, and continued: "You know his identity, and you can't interfere in these matters."

"...Well," Yuanye said suddenly after being silent for a long time, his eyes fixed on the front, and he continued firmly and calmly, "He is the person I like, the person I like very much, I hope to see him safe and sound."

This will change Yan Runbai's silence, "...Understood."

The phone was hung up, but after three seconds, a text message with the address came in.

"Xiachuan City No.1 Civilian Hospital Inpatient Department 0312"

Yuan Ye visited Yuanzhizuru when he was hospitalized with a fever before, and 0312 is a high-end ward of the inpatient department.

Although, it has only been more than ten hours since Song Jingzhou left yesterday, why did he go to the hospital?Still hospitalized?And take a week off?

...Shouldn't it?

***

The smell of disinfectant was all over the inpatient department. Yuanye didn't hate the smell, but he didn't like it either. After smelling it for a long time, his head became dizzy.

As expected, 0312 is a high-end ward, and its horizontal width is three times longer than that of ordinary wards. The door is closed, and the curtains behind the glass windows are also drawn, so you can't see what's going on inside.

Yuan Ye took a deep breath, reached out and knocked on the door, and heard a young voice say, "Come in."

Although the voice was somewhat distorted through the thick door and wall, it was still possible to tell that the person who spoke was not Song Jingzhou.

Yuan Ye was stunned for a moment, but still twisted the handle and opened the door.

It is not so much a ward as it is a luxurious single suite with all the facilities and exquisite decoration.

But Yuanye didn't notice at all. As soon as he entered the door, all his attention was on Song Jingzhou who was lying on the pure white single bed.

Her head was wrapped in gauze, there was also a circle on her forehead, and a piece was pasted on the corner of her mouth. Her face was frighteningly pale, and her eyes had lost the usual pure light.Although he is wearing a long-sleeved hospital gown, it is not difficult to guess what is going on under the clothes from the exposed neck that is also wrapped with bandages.

Yuanye clenched his fists for a moment, and asked, holding back his trembling, "You, what's the matter..."

It was a weak sentence, but it was all he could say now.

Song Jingzhou trembled when he saw Yuanye coming in, and his upper body straightened up a little.He glanced to the right at Dai Bo beside him, and returned to his original posture, his face still indifferent.

"Why are you here?" Song Jingzhou asked.

Perhaps Song Jingzhou's voice was too cold, Yuanye also calmed down, and then he saw a young man in a suit and leather shoes standing beside the hospital bed, wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, looking at him carefully, probably just let him The man he came in.

He stared back without fear, but softened when he looked at Song Jingzhou, "Wei Ziyue said you took a week off, I was a little worried, so I came to see you."

Song Jingzhou chuckled, "Thank you, but I'm fine."

Yuanye frowned, walked closer, pointed at the gauze wrapped around his head, and asked, "Are you all right? You're going to be mummified!"

Song Jingzhou looked away and was about to say something when Dai Bo said, "I remember Mr. Song didn't tell anyone the information about the ward in order to let the young master rest and recuperate. I don't know how you know about this sir?"

Wilderness met the man's gaze, and sized him up from top to bottom. He really didn't like the way he looked at him.

But he called Song Jingzhou "Young Master"?That's just working for his family.

"How do I know that the hospital's information is not important, the key is how did he get hurt like this?"

Debo said coldly: "Sorry sir, I have no obligation to tell you."

Yuanye sneered, "Do you not want to tell me... or dare not tell me?"

"I asked the front desk before I came up. Song Jingzhou was delivered at 43:[-] pm yesterday. He left the school before two o'clock. May I ask what happened in less than three hours to make him like this?"

Yuan Ye became so angry that he became calmer. He continued, "Is there a car accident? But I remember that his father picked him up yesterday, so why did he get into a car accident by himself?"

"... Or are these injuries caused at home?" He stared at Debo, and asked through gritted teeth.It looks like a cat with fried hair, very fierce.

Dai Bo stretched out his hand and pushed the frame of the glasses, with a smile on his lips, he said calmly: "Sir, I hope you understand that before you say anything, you have to give evidence."

Yuanye snorted coldly, not believing a word of this fox-like man, turned around and said to Song Jingzhou, "I know you can't tell the truth, and I won't ask you."

Song Jingzhou showed no expression, raised his hand to touch the bandage on his forehead, and said lightly, "Don't worry too much, it just looks serious, and he will be discharged from the hospital in two days."

Yuan Ye wanted to touch Song Jingzhou's face before he walked up, but the outstretched hand froze in mid-air again. After thinking about it, he changed the direction and helped him tuck the quilt, "Take a good rest, I will come to see you again .”

Song Jingzhou looked at him indifferently, the hand under the pure white quilt seemed to move, but it was only a movement, and he staggered his gaze, lowered his head and said calmly, "Thank you."

Yuan Ye left, and before he left, he gave the man a hard look, but the man was still like a smiling fox, and even told him, "Sir, go slowly."

Grinding his teeth in a wild manner, walking out of the ward is windy, with a fierce look on his face, and anyone who sees him will detour.

When I walked to the hall, I happened to meet a child who was about to get an injection. I was holding back my tears, but when I saw Yuan Ye's face, I was so scared that I cried.Yuan Ye got a headache from the quarrel, and glared at the child again, but was too frightened to cry again.

Within 0312.

Dai Bo pushed his glasses, pulled an armchair casually and sat down, glanced at Song Jingzhou, then checked the time, "Mr. Song is still half an hour away, and I will apply with him to change the hospital for you. "

Song Jingzhou did have a broken rib, and it hurts to turn his neck, and it was difficult to speak, "What's the reason?"

"In order for you to go to school after a week, you need more effective treatment."

Song Jingzhou looked suspicious and asked, "Why help me?"

He can tell about the wilderness, there is no need to cover it up for him.

Dai Bo got up and gave him a condescending look, "I'm just afraid of trouble."

"……Is it."

***

The first thing Yuan Ye did when he got out of the hospital was to call Yan Runbai, but he was hung up at the same time as the call was connected, but this time he did not receive another message.

He clenched the phone irritably, looked at the screen of the phone that was turned off, reflected his impatient face, gave a "tsk", clicked on it again, and sent a text message to Yan Runbai.

【Yuan Ye: You already found out, didn't you? 】

Just like the phone call just now, there is no news.

Even so, Yuan Ye knew the answer.

He hailed a taxi and went back to school. When he was going back to the dormitory, he happened to bump into Wei Ziyue who was out for dinner after class, and the other party came to say hello to him.

"Hey, what did you run for in the first class?"

Yuan Ye frowned and glanced at him, thought for a second, and decided not to talk to him for the time being, "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered something."

Wei Ziyue didn't bother, "Oh, then remember that you owe me a meal, and when Lao Song comes back, let's make an appointment?"

Yuan Ye didn't answer, but instead asked, "Does Song Jingzhou usually ask for leave?"

Wei Zi was more puzzled and said, "No, what's wrong?"

"Then why don't you worry about him asking for a week off all of a sudden?"

Wei Ziyue patted Yuan Ye's shoulder lightly, and said nonchalantly, "Ham! What are you worried about? He's Song Jingzhou. His grades, family background, appearance, whatever he wants, what can happen? You really have to worry about waiting for him to come down." Zhou came to ask?"

Yuanye was very annoyed, he waved his hands casually, "That's it." Then he strode towards the dormitory with big strides.

Wei Ziyue tilted his head, not understanding how he had offended Yuan Ye, which made him so unhappy, and muttered to himself, "Why is it like he lost his partner?"

Yuan Ye went back to the dormitory, Le Zai Li had just bought food and came back with two boxes of things in his hand, seeing Yuan Ye's expression, he froze in shock, like a hamster holding melon seeds.

Yuan Ye glared at him, and he immediately raised his hands and pressed them against the wall behind his back, his round eyes were staring out of the frame, watching Yuan Ye pass by him without blinking, and he sat down at the desk and turned on the computer.

Le Zaili exhaled forcefully, sat back to his seat softly, carefully stretched his neck and glanced across, and saw the Weibo page.

ha?Brother Yuan came back aggressively... and then opened the Weibo that hadn't been used for thousands of years?

Yuanye Weibo account was registered very early, five or six years ago, but it is not very useful, and there are only a few Weibo.

Xia Chuan City had a special super chat topic, he clicked in, pressed "I'll post a post", and pounded the keyboard like crazy, those who didn't know it thought the keyboard was fighting with him.

In just 5 minutes, a [-]-word essay was finished. He checked it twice to make sure there were no typos or grammar mistakes, cut off a picture, and sent it out.

But just 1 minute after sending it, a comment has not been received, and I swiped the homepage again-his post was deleted.

Yuan Ye sneered, he had expected this to happen, and then posted the screenshot just now, with the words "Dare to do it or not to be it?"

——That's right, he announced the domestic violence in Songzhou Lin on Weibo, but he didn't mention the names of Song Zhoulin and Song Jingzhou because there was no real evidence.

The second post was deleted within a minute after it was sent, and he refreshed to find that his account had been logged out.

He was banned.

Heh, what a powerful force, even before he was named, he was already guilty enough to seal his name, how dark is the real truth?

Yuanye opened the registration page and said to Le Zaili without looking back, "Give me your phone number."

Le Zaili took a bite of the chicken roll and threw up quickly, "15..."

After reading out two numbers, Yuanye's cell phone rang, and he lowered his eyes to see that it was Yan Runbai.He glanced at Le Zili, signaled the other party to shut up, and then answered the phone.

As soon as he answered the phone, Yan Runbai said bluntly, "I sealed your account."

Yuanye was stunned for a moment, his face was serious, "Why?"

Yan Runbai was silent for two seconds, sighed, and said, "I know your character, but I still want to tell you that you are not in the business of the Song family."

Hearing what Yan Runbai said, Yuan Ye calmed down instead, curled up the corners of his lips, and sneered, "So he did commit domestic violence, and you have evidence in hand."

Without waiting for Yan Runbai to say anything, he continued: "Don't worry, I won't ask you to give me the evidence, I will check it myself."

Yan Runbai: "...good luck."

The phone was hung up, and the wilderness was like an inverted umbrella with a straight handle and a bent handle, silent and isolated.

His face was buried in the shadows, he exhaled heavily, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered a word.

"Grass."

Le Zai stared timidly at Yuan Ye for a long time, scratched his head, and handed out the chicken roll in his hand.

"Well...Brother Yuan, would you like to have a bite?"

His original intention was to ease the depressive atmosphere between the two, but who knew Yuan Ye really snatched the chicken roll, like a wild beast tearing at its prey, biting down viciously and chewing it down.

Yuanye was taken aback for a moment, turned the chicken roll over and glanced at the packaging bag, "It's delicious, where did you buy it?"

Le Zaili said embarrassingly: "It's in the school's third canteen, Brother Yuan, if you like me, buy another one?"

Yuan Ye nodded, and Le Zai immediately ran out the door.

Yuan Ye only took one bite of the chicken roll. When the door closed, he put the things down and glanced at the computer screen again, still staying on the account registration page.

The long-suppressed anger was like boiling water, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He kicked over the chair, and the steel chair back hit the corner of the table. With a tremor, he knocked over the Coke that he didn't drink last night, and the distilled drink flowed out. a table.

Yuanye just watched it indifferently, allowing it to spread to the computer keyboard and flow into the USB port.

"...Is everyone standing by like this?"

***

Le Zaili ran all the way, afraid that the chicken roll would be cold if he came back late, but when he opened the door, the wilderness was gone, leaving only a mess on the table.

He saw the two-bitten chicken roll soaked in Coke, sighed deeply, straightened the chair that fell down, pulled the rag to wipe the table, and checked the computer.

The computer was flooded and couldn't even be turned on, so it had to be sent for repair.

"It's over, is this incident so serious..."

The weather has dropped sharply recently, and there are so many people with colds and fevers that the hospital can be overwhelmed.

In the morning, the child who was scared to cry by the wilderness was still there, holding water in his left hand and holding his mobile phone to watch Peppa Pig happily.

When he looked up and saw the wilderness, the corners of his mouth quickly dropped again, tears fell as soon as he said it, and there was a sound of "Wow--", but unfortunately, the child who was getting an injection next to him screamed harder than him, and he couldn't hear his cry at all .

Yuanye gave the child a cold look, and walked straight to the inpatient department with a fruit basket.

Came to 0312 again, the door of the ward was not closed, he knocked on the door, and a girl's voice came, "Please come in."

Feeling something was wrong, Yuan Ye frowned and went into the room, only to see two nurses cleaning up the bed, and Song Jingzhou, who was supposed to be lying on the hospital bed hanging water, had long since disappeared.

"Who are you looking for?" one of the nurses asked him.

"Hello, where is the patient surnamed Song who originally lived here?"

The nurse took a look at him, saw the fruit basket in his hand, and suddenly said, "You came to visit him? But he was discharged from the hospital an hour ago."

Yuan Ye was puzzled: "He was discharged from the hospital with such a serious injury?"

The nurse smiled: "I'm sorry, this is the patient's choice, and we have no right to interfere."

"Got it, thank you."

Yuan Ye came out of the hospital and stood by the street, watching the constant flow of vehicles, holding the phone in his hand, the call log on the screen, a page full of "Song Jingzhou", dialed out, but no one answered.

He laughed at himself, and boasted to Yan Runbai that he would investigate, but how could he investigate?

He doesn't even know where Song Jingzhou is now.

***

Song house.

Song Jingzhou was helped onto the bed by Dai Bo and Uncle Liu. Uncle Liu carefully tucked the quilt for him, and said to Song Zhoulin who was sitting on the opposite side of the bed without daring to lift his head: "Mr. Song, I'm going down first."

"Yeah." Song Zhoulin raised his hand, moved his index finger, and continued, "You go out too."

Dai Bo subconsciously glanced at Song Jingzhou, pursed his lips, "Yes."

Song Zhoulin sat leisurely, his suit and tie were not messed up, as if he was about to attend the company's high-level meeting in the next moment.

With a cold face and a calm voice, he asked, "What did Doctor Zhou say?"

Song Jingzhou put it succinctly: "If you can go to school next week, pay attention to your ribs."

Song Zhoulin put down his legs and gave him a contemptuous look, "You know what to do. The Daibo will take care of you at home these two days, and tell him not to make small moves under my nose."

"……understood."

Song Zhoulin took out a black mobile phone from the pocket of his suit jacket, held it in his palm and played with it, "The kid named Yuan called you 23 times."

Song Jingzhou grasped the quilt in an instant, and replied in a low voice: "I see."

Song Zhoulin had a rare expression, and asked teasingly: "What's your relationship with him? He cares about you so much?"

Song Jingzhou raised his head and met Shang Song Zhoulin's gaze squarely, "What you can find out is just friendship."

Song Zhoulin smiled hypocritically, and threw the phone to him, "Then I should have told you to break off with him."

The mobile phone fell and hit Song Jingzhou's left thigh, but because of the quilt cushion, there was no pain.Song Jingzhou didn't go to get it immediately, but just glanced at it briefly and then continued to look at Song Zhoulin.

Song Zhoulin waited for two seconds, seeing nothing else on his face, and stood up, "You have always been obedient and have a good memory, this time you should learn a lesson."

"Oh, I see."

Song Zhoulin left, and the bedroom was silent, as if there was no life at all, except for the corner of the desk.

A pot of orange sunflowers bloomed just right, and the half-palm-sized flowers proudly raised their heads to welcome the sun.

When Song Jingzhou saw the flower, he curled his lips into a chuckle, but finally couldn't hold back, and reached for the mobile phone on the dark blue duvet.

After unlocking the phone, I clicked on the call history, and all I saw were red numbers, and they were all one number—"Yuanye".

There are 12 unread messages in the upper right corner of WeChat, all of which are from Yuan Ye, from asking about the situation worriedly at the beginning to telling him at the end.

"Song Jingzhou, wait for me to find you."

***

Yuan Ye didn't know how he got here this week. He woke up in the morning and ran to Tiancheng Group. He didn't have an appointment and could only wait in the lobby. After waiting for a whole day, the girls at the front desk remembered him.

I went there for a week, not to mention Song Zhoulin, I didn't even see a company manager, so my work was wasted.

After returning from Tiancheng Group, Yuan Ye would search for information about Tiancheng Group on the Internet. He originally wanted to search for some black material, to see if he could find any clues about domestic violence, but this company is as clean as a charity company, and there is no black material at all. Can't find it.

How can a listed company that has been established for more than ten years have no black material at all.I have to say that the PR team is really good. It's no wonder that the domestic violence can be concealed so well.

So on Thursday, Yuan Ye still got up at seven o'clock, and was about to go out after washing, when the phone vibrated suddenly, it was the news from Wei Ziyue.

[Wei Ziyue: Old Song is back at school, everything is normal, don't worry. 】

Seeing the news, Yuan Ye felt something was wrong again—why didn't Song Jingzhou notify him when he returned to school?

It's not that he is being sentimental, he can really feel that Song Jingzhou's affection for him is no lower than that of Wei Ziyue and the others. Song Jingzhou would reply to the messages he sent every weekend before, but this time there was no movement.

Yuan Ye clicked on the chat page with Song Jingzhou, and his fingertips were only a few centimeters away from the "voice call", but he stopped abruptly.

He made a voice call to Wei Ziyue and was picked up quickly.

Yuan Ye: "Is Song Jingzhou in the dormitory now?"

There was some noise on the phone, it was Wu Zhenyang and the others talking excitedly, Wei Ziyue said at the top of his voice, "Yes, he is in the dormitory now."

"Give him the phone and let him answer the phone."

Wei Ziyue muttered, "Then why don't you call Lao Song directly", but obediently handed the phone to Song Jingzhou.

After two seconds of rustling, a quiet and clear voice came to my ears, "Hello? Field?"

God knows Yuanye hasn't seen Song Jingzhou or heard his voice for a week, how much he misses him.

It's just this simple greeting, but there is a large warm current in the body rushing to the eye sockets along the limbs and bones, and two tears are forced to suffocate, hanging in the eye sockets, and they will not fall.

Yuan Ye wiped away his tears, and couldn't think of anything to say after talking for a long time, so he could only say dryly, "Congratulations on being discharged from the hospital."

"Thank you." Maybe it was an illusion, or maybe it was because the phone had shortened the distance between the two of them, or maybe they hadn't seen each other for a week, Yuan Ye felt that Song Jingzhou's voice was a little more distant than before.

"Have you had breakfast?" Ye Ye leaned against the wall, staring down at the toes of his shoes and asked.

"Eat before coming here."

Yuan Ye pondered for a while, and finally asked: "There is still some time before class, shall I go find you?"

Song Jingzhou was silent for a second, and replied, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Yuan Ye's heart beat violently, and the feeling of palpitation was uncomfortable. He froze for a moment before saying, "Then...see you in class."

——Song Jingzhou seemed to be hiding from him on purpose.

***

The first and second quarters of Thursday morning were Chinese class, Yuan Ye went there very early, and it was only after eight o'clock when he arrived at the classroom. There were not many people in the classroom, but Song Jingzhou and his dormitory were all there.

The Chinese class is a public elective class, and the class is held in a large lecture hall. The seats are divided into three parts, with twelve seats in the middle row, six seats in the left row, and four seats in the right row.

Before, Song Jingzhou would always occupy four seats in a row, leaving the right seat vacant for Yuan Ye.

But today, four people sat in a row in Song Jingzhou's dormitory, and each of them took a seat. Song Jingzhou was at the innermost, looking down at a book.

Wei Ziyue saw Yuan Ye, pushed Song Jingzhou's arm, and whispered something in his ear, Song Jingzhou looked up at the door.

Song Jingzhou doesn't have much expression on weekdays, but he always looks gentle, making people want to get close to him, but now he only feels cold at the sight of the wilderness, rejecting him thousands of miles away.

After just glancing at him, Song Jingzhou lowered his head and continued reading.Wei Ziyue was taken aback for a moment, looking at Song Jingzhou and Yuanye, at a loss.

Yuan Ye took a deep breath, and Chang Se walked to the side of the four of them. Sitting outside was Wu Zhenyang, who asked Yuan Ye with a miserable face, "Is there anything to eat? I'm going to starve to death."

Yuan Ye asked, "Didn't you have breakfast?"

Wu Zhenyang waved his hand, "Old Song insisted on coming to the classroom so early, so he didn't have time to eat."

Yuan Ye looked towards Song Jingzhou, but said to Wu Zhenyang, "I didn't bring any food, I'll buy it for you, what do you want to eat?"

Wu Zhenyang shouted, "Brother Yuan, you are so kind! I want to eat pork and cabbage buns and a chive dumpling."

"Understood." Yuanye got up, and nodded at Wei Ziyue, "Go to the cafeteria."

Wei Ziyue came out obediently and walked with Yuanye.

After leaving the door, Wei Ziyue glanced back at Song Jingzhou, and asked in a low voice, "Did something happen between you and Lao Song?"

Yuan Ye replied honestly: "I don't know."

"Don't you think the atmosphere between you is weird? He doesn't usually sit with you, but today he dragged us to sit with him. Isn't this deliberately trying to stagger with you?"

Yuan Ye frowned: "I know."

"Did you mess with him the week he was on leave?"

Yuan Ye didn't answer but instead asked, "What time did he arrive at school today? Did you see who sent him here?"

Wei Ziyue recalled, and said: "It should be after seven o'clock? I was about to go out for a morning run when I saw him get out of a black car. I don't know who brought him here."

"Did he greet you before he came?"

"I sent a message in the dormitory group, but it was just after five o'clock, and no one saw it at that time."

Yuan Ye nodded: "Understood, have you had breakfast yet?"

"You want to invite me to dinner?"

Yuan Ye smiled: "Didn't I owe you a meal?"

"Wow, you want to get rid of me with breakfast!"

When the two returned to the classroom, there were still more than ten minutes before class, and Wu Zhenyang couldn't wait to eat the buns.

Wei Ziyue carried a big bag of snacks and winked at Yuan Ye, and whispered to him: "One size is one size, and there is still a meal."

Yuan Ye chuckled: "Understood."

Then Wei Ziyue sat on the outermost seat in the middle row, and Yuan Ye smiled and said to Wu Zhenyang and Luo Tianqi, "Please let me in."

Song Jingzhou finally reacted, and looked at Yuan Ye in a little astonishment, frowning slightly with his long eyebrows.

Yuanye met his gaze generously, smiled silly at him, and said, "Long time no see, Song Jingzhou, I'll go find you."

Song Jingzhou's pupils trembled for a moment, and he immediately turned his head and lowered his gaze, no longer looking at Yuanye.

Yuan Ye sat down next to Song Jingzhou. Song Jingzhou had a faint smell of medicine, which was not heavy, and he had to smell it carefully to smell it.

Yuan Ye supported his head, and asked as if nothing happened: "Is your injury healed?"

He asked in a low voice, Luo Tianqi was grabbing food with Wu Zhenyang, no one heard him.

Song Jingzhou couldn't change the politeness in his bones, and looked at him when he replied, "Thank you for your concern, I have recovered."

"They don't know?"

"Ah."

"Shall I keep it a secret?"

"Thank you."

After one and a half hours, the two of them didn't talk any more. Song Jingzhou listened carefully to the class and took notes. Yuan Ye stared at him almost the whole time, and was reminded twice by the Chinese teacher.

The next class is a compulsory class, and we have to change classrooms. Song Jingzhou didn't get up, but sat and said to everyone: "Don't wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom after everyone leaves."

The other three left, but Yuanye stayed, still sitting beside Song Jingzhou and staring at him.

"Are you avoiding me on purpose?"

Song Jingzhou said flatly: "Nothing."

"Is it because of your father?"

Song Jingzhou got up suddenly, looked at him condescendingly, did not answer his question, but said: "Excuse me, please let me go out for a while."

Yuan Ye stood up, leaned sideways in the middle of the position, and said with a smile: "I won't let you go out if you don't answer."

Song Jingzhou sighed vaguely and didn't say anything.He packed up his textbooks, picked up his schoolbag and stretched his legs, directly across the table to the front position.

"I go first."

Looking at Song Jingzhou's straight back, the corners of his mouth drooped instantly, he scratched his head, and murmured irritably, "Don't hate me..."

***

Song Jingzhou lay at home for a week, and almost all the skin injuries have healed. As long as the broken ribs don't move too much, they won't feel too much pain.

Song Zhoulin didn't come back once this week, and Dai Bo stayed with him all the time, taking care of his daily diet.

Dai Bo boiled a bowl of chicken soup for him, Song Jingzhou took it, took a sip obediently, and asked, "You haven't been with him for a week, is he busy enough?"

Dai Bo stopped flipping the iPad screen, pushed his glasses, and said, "Boss Song has his own arrangements."

Song Jingzhou smiled lightly, did not continue the topic, and asked again: "Should I go to school tomorrow?"

"Well, things have been prepared for you."

"Will my dad come back?"

He hoped not to come back.

While processing the documents, Dai Bo said, "Yes, Mr. Song will be back at 07:30."

It's already 10:[-], and there's only [-] minutes left.

Dai Bo said without raising his head: "Something happened to the company these two days, Mr. Song is in a bad mood."

Song Jingzhou: "Thank you for reminding me."

Song Zhoulin came back on time, the first thing he did was to come to Song Jingzhou's bedroom.

Dai Bo greeted and went out.Song Zhoulin frowned, and asked unhappily, "How's the injury?"

"It's okay, you can go to school as usual tomorrow."

"That's fine." Song Zhoulin said, "Don't take the initiative to talk to Yuanye."

Song Jingzhou felt as if he had been kicked over a bucket of seasoning in his heart, with mixed flavors, but his face was calm, "It is inevitable that there will be conversations at school."

Song Zhoulin snorted coldly, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

"This meal won't make your memory long. If you still want to get in touch with that kid...then I can only use him for surgery."

"Does Jihui Wenchuang know? He signed a five-year contract with Tiancheng, and Yuan Ye's mother works there. If you want to see his mother laid off and never find a similar job, you can continue."

He said it lightly, as if other people's work was just picking off the yellow leaves of green onions, which was common and easy for him.

Song Jingzhou's hands under the quilt were gradually clenched, his neatly trimmed nails were almost digging into his flesh, and his palms were pale.

"……understood."

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