Song Zhu's rented house is on the highest floor, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. It's not raining, it's just that the kitchen is a little leaking, and the windows are leaking. Last time when Song's father was at home, Song Zhu also forgot to say it.

"It's not too early, so let's rest. Don't disturb the neighbors, you can help me fix it tomorrow. ”

"You're going to take a shower first? The list on my couch was freshly replaced. The girl's eyes flashed, and she tilted her head to look at Xie Jue.

The corners of Xie Jue's mouth were a little blue, his nose was bleeding just now, and his body must still be blue and purple.

He fell down when he walked to the road just now, and he was pushed away again when he went to help him, and he got up by himself.

Song Zhu was thinking about where the medical kit was placed.

The last time I brought him to my house, he was directly in a coma, and it was difficult for me to help him deal with the wounds on his body. Although in her opinion, it doesn't really matter much.

Xie Jue half-squinted his eyes, glanced at Song Zhu with some irritation, the wounds on his body were still faintly painful, and asked coldly, "Since it's okay, then I'll leave." ”

"Wait a minute." Song Zhu hurriedly stepped forward to grab him.

This child's family has been approached by debtors, why is he still stubborn.

She opened the curtains and looked outside, and said, "You are wronged, let's spend the night before leaving." ”

Xie Jue followed her gaze and saw that it was raining outside, and it was not small, and it seemed that it would not be able to stop for a while.

For a while, my heart was even more irritable.

How could he not see that Song Zhu wanted to help him.

Song Zhu saw that he didn't speak, and brought his slippers to him. Xie Jue seemed to have twisted her ankles, and it was not suitable for stepping on the cold wooden floor with her bare feet, so she was barefoot and coaxed him good-naturedly: "Let's go take a bath first." ”

Her slippers are light green flip-flops with a grinning bunny on them. Xie Jue glanced down, and then saw the girl's expectant eyes, and there was always a feeling of punching the cotton.

In the end, he was half-coaxed into the bathroom by Song Zhu.

The water temperature was just right, Xie Jue went into the bathroom and took off his clothes, and his body was full of wounds. The boy gritted his teeth and washed it carefully, and the water on his forehead could not tell whether it was sweat or bath water.

Just when he had just finished washing, Xie Jue was just about to change back into his clothes. There was a knock on the bathroom door.

Glancing at his naked body, Xie Jue's face suddenly darkened: "What are you going to do?" ”

"I took some clean clothes and pajamas, you can wear them yourself later, they are all my father's clothes, the size may not be appropriate, you can put them together first."

"There's also a medical kit, I'll put it on the living room table, and you can take care of your wounds in a while."

Song Zhu searched in the cabinet for a long time before finding a few clothes that looked like Xie Jue could wear.

Hearing that there was no movement outside the door, Xie Jue opened the door and saw a pile of men's clothes on the stool, as well as ...... A new bag of men's panties.

Xie Jue: "......"

Song Zhu has the habit of reading books at night, and it seems that she was used to staying up late in her previous life, so by the time she came back to her senses, she was already a little faster, and she almost forgot that there was a Xie Jue at home.

It wasn't until I was thirsty and went out to find water to drink, that I found that the lights in the living room had all gone out, and Xie Jue was on the sofa, as if he had fallen asleep.

It's strange to say, obviously he is an indifferent and unkind person on weekdays, but his sleeping posture is pure and cute, holding the quilt and curling up slightly, half of his face is buried in the quilt, his brows are slightly frowned, as if he is not sleeping very well.

She stood in front of the couch for a moment, then went to the cabinet and got a small night light.

This was specially bought by Song's father when the original owner was still young.

The light yellow duck shape and the lighting are also very soft. Song Zhu plugged it into the socket at a distance from the sofa, and the dark living room suddenly seemed a lot warmer. Xie Jue's brows moved, and there were faint signs of flattening.

When Song Zhu returned to the room, he glanced back at the lamp again.

The memory of the original owner could not be clearer to her, as if she had really experienced it herself, and even a person like her who believed in the supremacy of science could not help but be a little shaken.

Is this just a book, or is it the real world?

The next day, Song Zhu got up early, and she wanted to get up and cook some porridge. When I walked into the kitchen, I found that the roof and windows had been repaired without knowing when.

Song Zhu was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth hooked a faint arc, and looked towards the living room, where the young man was still sleeping sweetly on the sofa.

After cooking the porridge, Song Zhu went downstairs to buy some steamed buns.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard a quiet and soft cello sound. Like the sound of bubbling spring water gushing out of the depths of the earth, or like the sound of an old tree trunk breathing in the gap in the sun.

It is beautiful and desolate, and has a strong sense of rhythm.

Song Zhu was invited by a friend to attend a concert in Switzerland when he was studying abroad in his previous life.

Song Zhu was slightly stunned by the sound of the piano, and when he opened the door, he saw a young man in white standing in front of the window with a piano.

The white sweatshirt was a little bigger, but he wore a lazy and cute style. The sunlight shone so peacefully on the boy's face, and the cello sound echoed in his ears, painting a beautiful picture.

Song Zhu just stood at the door with a bun in his hand, slightly distracted. It wasn't until the piano finished that she retracted a little.

The girl wore a beige sweatshirt and a pair of black leggings, her hair was so casually draped, and her expression in a daze was a little cute.

Seeing the person at the door, Xie Jue put down the cello and glanced at her lightly: "The windows and roof of the kitchen have been repaired." ”

"I saw it, thank you." Song Zhu was stunned for a moment and replied.

If she hadn't seen Xie Jue holding the cello with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that the sound of the piano just now was really pulled out by Xie Jue.

Does Xie Jue play the cello? Still pulling so hard? I don't think it was written in the original book! This piano technique is simply the future star of the motherland! How can such a talent bear to see him blackened?

Song Zhu instantly had an idea, she wanted to instill more socialist core values in Xie Jue! Save the flowers of the Motherland!

"Cello, yours?"

She asked.

With the economic strength of Xie Jue's family, Song Zhu was quite surprised that he could afford to buy a cello.

Xie Jue glanced at the cello under his hand, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking sneer.

"Pick it up, others don't want it."

Song Zhu understood in an instant.

This should be...... The male protagonist of the original book, Mu Jiang, stopped.

It was mentioned in the plot of the original book that Mu Jiangzhu was versatile, while the illegitimate son Xie Jue was stubborn, in stark contrast to the male protagonist. But now I look at it...... Not at all.

"Have you been home? Not very safe lately...... Do you want to ......?"

She hesitated, but stopped.

"Come and have breakfast! I cooked porridge and bought steamed buns. Song Zhu lifted the bun in his hand and smiled at him.

"I'm not eating." Xie Jue glanced at the bun, and finally stubbornly skimmed his head. With one hand in his trouser pocket, he was about to walk towards the door.

"No, how can you skip breakfast? If you don't drink porridge, then you can take the buns. By the way, are you going to class today? Song Zhu hurriedly took two steps and stuffed the bun into Xie Jue's hand.

"I don't know." Xie Jue glanced at the bun in his hand with some impatience, only to see the girl staring at the big watery eyes, with an expression that if you don't pick me up, I won't let you go.

"Don't know? Wait a minute. Seeing that Xie Jue turned around and was about to leave, Song Zhu was stunned for a moment. decided that she couldn't let this good seedling continue to blacken, and hurriedly grabbed Xie Jue's arm.

Xie Jue's eyes swept over a shadow owl: "What?" ”

"You can't skip class anymore, it's the second semester of your sophomore year of high school. The college entrance examination is coming soon, and your grades are still at the bottom, so you can't get into a good university. Song Zhu thought about it, clenched his fists, and mustered up the courage to speak.

Hearing this, the corners of Xie Jue's mouth hooked up a touch of playfulness, he turned his head to look at the girl with a serious expression, and said jokingly: "What, do you want to be my mother?" However, my mom doesn't care about my grades. ”

"It doesn't matter if my grades are good or bad, what my future holds, no one cares."

Xie Jue stared at Song Zhu and said word by word, obviously expressionless, but Song Zhu felt a trace of sadness in Xie Jue's words.

"No, there will be people who care, you see that you play the cello so well, there will definitely be many people who like you, and there will be people who care......" Song Zhu hurriedly explained.

"Enough, you're so noisy." Xie Jue frowned, glanced at Song Zhu with a complicated look, and then turned to leave.

"I ......," Song Zhu wanted to say something. For example, the university entrance examination is for yourself, and you will have a good life if you work hard.

However, the person in front of him was gone.

Pressing his temples, Song Zhu turned around and saw the boy's clothes on the balcony that had not yet been dried, and smiled helplessly.

Song Zhu came to the school, saw the empty position next to him, and sighed.

Did Xie Jue not come to class after all? It seems that his future star rescue plan is going a little hard.

It's okay, take your time! The other party is the villain boss who went all the way to the black in the original book! How could it be that easy.

Song Zhu thought so, so he took out the teaching assistant from the drawer and prepared to do the question, but saw the teaching assistant that was replaced by Mu Jiang.

Raising his eyes, Mu Jiang had not yet arrived. Song Zhu got up and changed the book back.