Bai Yueguang, he closed the crematorium [Quick Transmigration]

If it were before, Song Jiayan might be really moved by such words, but trust itself is relatively fragile, and with what Shen Guo said before, he couldn't help feeling that Li Moshang was not telling the truth at the moment.

"Then you should pay back the money you borrowed from me first." Song Jiayan thought for a while and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to raise it or not. I'm not yet eighteen, so I have my parents to raise me, and I will try my best to repay them. I lent you a total of nearly a thousand yuan before, and I remember it all."

Li Moshang choked for a moment, and the air froze for a few seconds before he said slowly: "I...I will definitely pay back the money, give me some time..."

Seeing him like this, Song Jiayan finally relieved the suffocated breath in his heart. He raised his legs and stepped on the bicycle: "Then when you have collected enough money to pay me back, come to me again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rode his bicycle and left in front of Li Moshang like a gust of wind, never looking back again.

Li Moshang stared blankly at the back of Song Jiayan who was leaving by bicycle, and stopped chasing him, but slowly squatted down, with a trace of resentment and insidiousness in his eyes.

"Here you are, this is the test paper I copied at home last night." Shen Guo handed the bulging document bag to Song Jiayan.

"Ah, thank you." Song Jiayan parked the car, took it quickly, and carefully stuffed the entire document bag into his schoolbag.

When he turned around, Shen Guo was already straddling the bicycle, looking sideways at himself: "Let's go, I'll take you to have breakfast first."

"Yeah." Song Jiayan smiled, "I invite you today, my mother gave me this month's meal last night."

Shen turned the corner of his lips and did not refuse. He reached out and handed him his schoolbag: "Help me carry the schoolbag? Otherwise, it will be very uncomfortable for you to sit in the back."

Song Jiayan blinked, took Shen's schoolbag: "Then you were uncomfortable sitting in the back yesterday?"

"I'm tall. If you sit in the back, your face is directly facing my schoolbag. It's no wonder it's comfortable." Shen Guo explained a few words, "Come on quickly, you sit directly on it."

"Hey." Song Jiayan carried his schoolbag and the heavy one, and stepped onto the back seat of the bicycle.

He hesitated, putting his hand under the seat.

He sank to the ground with his toes, stepped on the pedal with the other foot, and rode on the bike with great ease, and Song Jiayan who was sitting behind didn't even shake off.

"Your driving skills are good." Song Jiayan admired, "If it were me, I am afraid that even if you can pedal, you will still be shaking non-stop."

Shen Guo smiled without saying a word, took Song Jiayan to a breakfast stand, parked the car, ordered two bowls of beef noodles, fanned steamed buns, and took out two bottles of hot milk from his schoolbag and handed them to Song Jiayan.

"Thank you." Song Jiayan quickly took the milk, feeling even more embarrassed, "Shen Guo, you even brought me some milk."

"You come to pick me up from school. The time in the third year of high school is so precious, how can a bottle of milk be worth it." Shen Guo took out two tissues and wiped the table in front of the two of them again, "Don't be embarrassed, we are also considered Friends, right, you are my first friend here."

Song Jiayan quickly took the tissue in Shen Guo's hand to wipe the table, and motioned him to sit down: "Of course. Since we are friends, don't make me too embarrassed. It's okay. I'll treat you to breakfast today."

Shen nodded slightly: "Okay, but my grandfather saved money in this store in advance, so that I can come to eat casually in the morning, so you don't need to give money, it can be regarded as already invited."

Song Jiayan was stunned, and suddenly a little discouraged. Is this the life of a child from a rich family?

Finally, at Song Jiayan's insistence, Shen Guo charged him 20 yuan, and only then did he see Song Jiayan heaving a sigh of relief and happily eating noodles.

He secretly smiled, forget it, don't overextend yourself as a local tyrant, a normal relationship may make Song Jiayan even happier.

In the next few days, Shen Guo and Song Jiayan got up and went to school every morning and evening, and ate three meals together. Shen Guo didn't deliberately invite Song Jiayan, even if he invited him, he would definitely ask Song Jiayan to invite him back , It's just that the bottle of hot milk in the morning is unshakeable.

Until the half-day holiday on Sunday afternoon, Li Moshang, who was always in trouble in the original plot, did not appear as if he had evaporated from the world.

Shen Guo intuitively told him that there must be a demon if things go wrong, so he patted Song Jiayan on the shoulder when school was over at noon: "Jiayan, if you are free this afternoon, can you accompany me to buy a bicycle?"

Song Jiayan was packing his schoolbag, he was stunned for a moment, and soon showed embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Shen Guo, I have arrangements for the afternoon."

"What arrangement?" Shen Guo consciously talked too much, but he was a little worried that Li Mo had arranged for him.

Although he and Song Jiayan got along well these few days, Song Jiayan never told him about Li Moshang. He could only infer from his words and emotions that Li Moshang hadn't come to him these days.

But now the index of the crematorium has stayed at 10. Although it is not much, there is still a possibility of a resurgence. He still has to be vigilant at all times.

"I have to do my homework at home in the afternoon, and I have to go to a cram school." Song Jiayan has no doubts about him, and now he and Shen Guo have a very good relationship, and he doesn't feel that these things can't be said or asked, "My mother thinks that my recent grades After a decline, I enrolled in a math tutoring class."

Shen Guo frowned slightly: "The cram school for the third year of high school is not cheap, is it?"

"It's true, I don't know where my mother applied for it, but today is the first time I have class, and I need to pay 5000 for the first time." Song Jiayan sighed, "I really don't want to go, my parents are two people's salary. It only adds up to five or six thousand a month, which is too wasteful."

Shen Guo thought for a while, raised his head and said: "Why don't you come to my house, I'll give you tutoring."

Song Jiayan was stunned: "You give me tutoring?"

Immediately, he was also moved. Shen Guo might have doubted his grades when he first arrived, but after nearly a week, when the two of them discussed the topic, he could deeply feel the solidity of Shen Guo's knowledge. Much stronger than myself.

The papers he got from the Holy High School had a perfect score of 150, and most of them could only reach 120, which is the limit. Mathematics was hovering around 100, but apart from Chinese, the basic questions in other subjects were good. If this momentum continues, this year He is the number one scholar in science in the county.

And during this period of getting along, Song Jiayan felt more and more that Shen Guo was very easy to get along with, and he knew exactly what his problems were. If Shen came to tutor him, it would definitely be more useful than going to cram schools outside.

"Of course that's good." Song Jiayan's eyes lit up, and his ruddy lips curled up, "I'll go back and talk to my parents about this matter, and it's more cost-effective to give you the tuition fee than to any other institution." There are many."

Seeing his appearance as if he had gotten candy, Shen Guo couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his head again: "I'm not that expensive, as long as it's helpful to you, I'm willing to do it."

Hearing this, Song Jiayan blushed slightly, and felt the warmth of the palm of his hand through the hair, and time liked this feeling a little bit.

It seemed...to be cared for, to be...protected.

At this moment, only the two of them were left in the classroom. Song Jiayan, who didn't answer the conversation, just looked up at Shen Guo quietly, and the air became quiet in an instant.

The boy's obedient appearance and pure eyes with a little admiration made Shen Guo's heart skip a beat for a while, and he withdrew his hand suddenly, only then did he realize how misleading what he just said was.

But he didn't notice the disappointment that flashed in the boy's eyes when his hand was suddenly taken away.

"Let's go, you go back and discuss with your parents first, if they don't trust me enough, I can also send you the previous grades at Sheng Gao." Shen Guo tried hard to break this strange atmosphere, "I Seeing that you haven't used your mobile phone, why don't you leave it at home and don't allow it, if you have one, please report your mobile phone number and WeChat ID to me, and I'll add you."

"Yeah." Song Jiayan managed to force a smile, "I'll write to you."

He lowered his head and rummaged through his schoolbag, took out a stack of sticky notes, tore off a sheet, found a pen, and scribbled down a series of numbers on the paper.

"The mobile phone number is also a WeChat account." Song Jiayan handed the note to Shen Guo, "I can use the mobile phone when I go back."

"Okay." Shen Guo took the note, glanced at it, took out his mobile phone, and recorded the serial number in his address book.

On the way back, it was Song Jiayan who was still driving Shen by car, but the two of them still didn't speak much.

Ah Xing: "Shen Guo, your old straight man's illness has fallen again. Song Jiayan obviously likes you a little bit, it's fine if you don't confess your love, what are you hiding?"

Shen Guo really wanted to tap his horned head, this kid is only 17 years old, not an adult, if he doesn't study hard, what's the point, old cows and tender grass should wait until the grass is ripe before eating!

Back home, Grandpa Shen was busy in the kitchen. He was almost seventy this year, but his body was still in good health, and he insisted on not letting Shen Guo's parents hire him a nanny.

Shen Guo threw down his schoolbag, rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen: "Grandpa, what kind of food are you cooking? I'll do what you say."

Grandpa Shen drove him out of the kitchen with a shovel: "You do it, we have white rice for lunch, go and clean up the table, and set the dishes and chopsticks."

Shen Guo who was kicked out had no choice but to tidy up the table resentfully, took the bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, and slowly laid them out.

Next to the dining table is a bright floor-to-ceiling window. Grandpa Shen's house is very close to the gate of the community. From here, he can clearly see the tree-lined path outside the community.

Inadvertently glanced at Shen Guo outside, and saw a slightly familiar figure riding a bicycle passing by the trail outside.

Shen Guo frowned, and stopped the movement of his hands. That figure was indeed Li Moshang.

But at this time, at noon, how could Li Moshang pass by here?

And judging from the direction he was riding, he was probably going to Song Jiayan's house.

Could it be that, after so many days of silence, Li Moshang finally came up with some idea to trouble Song Jiayan?

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