Chapter 53: Fifty three gangsters

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Why did you do that?
Sitting in the ward, Song Yunhe was still thinking about this question Xiao Yuanmu asked a week ago.
When the truck light illuminated his eyes for a moment, his mind was blank for a moment, and then he remembered the section when Xiao Yuanmu was in a car accident. The author described that section in great detail, from time to place, and then In the tragic situation of the car accident, every text constituted a frame by frame, which was projected in Song Yunhe's mind.
In those few seconds, he suddenly thought about Xiao Yuanmu before he was pushed to buy porridge. That was the last side he met with Xiao Yuanmu, who he was familiar with. He had never thought about it before. Suddenly appeared in his mind at this moment: If there is a second chance, will he continue to follow the plot as usual?
He didn't think of the answer, just unconsciously, the hand holding the steering wheel changed direction.
They have avoided death, and they are already the best answer.
"Brother Song, your apples have no meat but only nuclear pull!"
The clear voice interrupted Song Minhe's thoughts. He glanced at the pitted apples in his hands, put down the fruit knife with a guilty conscience, and said earnestly to the little girl next to him: "This is for hand training, not My real level. "
The little girl blinked and asked him, "Why do you have to train your apples? What is the real level of your brother? Can you cut it as well as Brother Yuan Mu?"
The old man on the hospital bed interrupted the little girl and said with a smile: "Don't you say there is a gift you want to give to Brother Song? We will be discharged when we meet, and you will not give it to your brother now."
The little girl suddenly twisted, she slowly got up from the lying bed, then moved a little to the sofa with a small schoolbag next to it, took out a picture from the schoolbag, and handed it shyly and shyly Song Yonghe.
Song Yanhe finished eating three or two apples, wiped his hands and took over the little girl's painting. After seeing the group of stickman dancing above, he thought for a long time and decided to start from the perspective of childlikeness, and said, "Are these people ... playing games? "
The little girl blinked and shook her head with a blush.
Song Yanhe observed carefully again, but he couldn't see any key information from these stickmen at all. Thinking of the little girl who was just in first grade and now with a red scarf around her neck, she said again, "These stickmen are not Are these people raising their flags? The first two are flag-raisers? "
"No." The little girl raised her face and pointed at the two flag-raisers in the front. She said, "This is Brother Song, this is Yuan Mu, this is your marriage! Everyone is celebrating you." "
Song Yan and the smile on his face froze, but under the innocent sight of the little girl, he could only laugh twice, and then said in a more dry voice: "Marry?"
"Yeah, I hope Brother Song and Yuan Mu get married soon!" The little girl's voice was clear, her eyes were bright, her face was filled with sincere expectations.
The door of the ward was pushed open at this moment, and Xiao Yuanmu walked in. He didn't seem to hear the little girl's words, and said lightly, "The procedures are all done, grandma, we can go after we have finished packing."
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu's sight swept over here, Song Yehe felt that the painting in his hand seemed a bit hot. He moved his body calmly, covering Xiao Yuanmu's sight, and he was glad that he was in the orphanage. Little children are afraid of Xiao Yuanmu, and usually do not speak to him.
However, the little girl did not speak anymore, Xiao Yuanmu came over and saw the painting in his hand and asked casually, "What is this?"
"Yuanyuan's gift to Xiao Song." Dean laughed and said, "We're all packed, let's go now."
Xiao Yuanmu no longer asked more, and carefully moved the dean in front of him.
Song Yuanhe, who was held by Yuanyuan, walked in the back, and looked at Xiao Yuanmu who was bending over in front of her and supporting the dean, and her heart was a little complicated.
A week ago, Xiao Yuanmu saw that Xiao Yuanmu had relaxed his whole body's chill, and he was with the dean like the most common grandson and grandmother, and took care of the dean himself. Song Xunhe was still a little surprised. One week later, he also Gradually realized how important the dean was in Xiao Yuanmu's heart.
In the book, the dean should be dead at this time, and Xiao Yuanmu has left the imperial capital to develop in the maritime market, but the current dean has recovered and Xiao Yuanmu has not been forced to leave the country by the situation. Changes have taken place, and later clear developments have blurred.
Song Yunhe didn't know if it was good or bad for him, at least he didn't do anything that would make him regret it.
After returning Dean He Yuanyuan to the orphanage, the Dean took Song Yihe's hand to let him stay for dinner. After a week of getting along, she liked this young man who had a good impression before.
A few days ago, she just saw Xiao Yuanmu was always alone, so she just mentioned for a long time that she didn't see Song Yunhe. I wanted to ask what is the relationship between Xiao Yuanmu and Song Yunhe. I did not expect Song He and He came to see her the next day. Later, for a few days, they would come as long as there was time.
Thinking of this week, Song Yehe was serious about doing things he could help, although he was not good at it. The children in the orphanage liked him very much, and the director was very satisfied. Most importantly, she could feel that Song Yehe Xiao Yuanmu is different.
The dean thought that the two children were too stingy, and they did not show the intimacy that any couple should have in front of her, and even the exchange was very small. As a result, one of Xiao Song's very cheerful and lively children has become a lot more restrained.
"Yuan Mu, Xiao Song hasn't been to your room yet, you take him to see, I'll call you after dinner." Dean laughed.
"No need for the Dean." Song Yuanhe grabbed Yuanyuan Road, who wanted to run in to find his little friend: "Jianyuan also said that she would let me play with her, Yuanyuan, right?"
Yuanyuan frowned and looked at Song Yonghe. She didn't say this sentence. Is it because Brother Song remembers it wrong?
"Brother Song, Yuanyuan didn't ..."
"Yes." Song Zheng and stubbornly said, "When you just sent me a painting, you told me to play with you, you forgot."
With her eyes wide open, she felt that she might really be wrong, and she nodded vaguely: "I seem to let Brother Song play with me."
"Yuanyuan went to the hospital today after school and did not write her homework," said the dean. "Yuanyuan is going to have dinner. Yuanyuan can't let Brother Song play with you. You have to write your homework first."
"Yes, I have one more page of arithmetic problems I haven't done." Yuanyuan nodded again and looked at Song Ye and said entangledly: "Brother Song, I can't play with you today, I have to write homework, you and Yuan Mu together……"
"Brother teaches you to do your homework." Song Yan and smiled, "Brother is very good at drawing. I can teach you to finish painting when I can teach you the homework."
Round eyes blinked, and he turned to look at the dean.
The dean looked at Xiao Yuanmu who did not speak from beginning to end, and sighed in his heart, and said, "Let Yuan Mu and Brother Song teach you to do your homework, and then finish your meal."
Yuanyuan's happy expression became stubborn again. The children in the orphanage were a little afraid of Xiao Yuanmu, and she was no exception.
She flinched to the dean: "I can write for myself. Brother Song and Yuan Mu will go to visit the room together, and won't disturb Brother Song and Yuan Mu's date."
Unexpectedly, his teammates' rebellion became so fast, Song Yehe still wanted to dying, but Xiao Yuanmu took his hand and said to the dean: "I take him to my room, grandma, you go back and rest meeting."
The dean smiled more kindly on her face. She looked at the hands that they held together and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, grandma goes to rest. You take Xiao Song to visit slowly, and show him the photos of your childhood. Don't rush to eat. "
Xiao Yuanmu's tone is docile: "OK."
Dean led Yuanyuan to leave, and Xiao Yuanmu also led Song Yonghe to his room.
Song Yanhe originally wanted to find an excuse to slip away, but after seeing this room, which was a humble and poor room for him in any world, he couldn't say anything to his mouth.
Xiao Yuanmu let go of Song Yonghe's hand and walked in. He was tall and slender, and appeared in this room that may not even have five square meters, making the space even more aggressive.
Probably all the creatures will unconsciously show their unconscious expressions when they reach the nest where they can sleep peacefully. So is Xiao Yuanmu. At this time, the expression on his face is Song Yan and never seen soft, quiet, relaxed .
He went to the old-style window that needed to be unlocked and opened, and opened two glass-lined windows with field-shaped wooden frames. The tall and dense old trees stretched out the branches and buds, and they were also green in the late autumn. The small rooms became visually bright and spacious.
Xiao Yuanmu picked up a book still spread out on the table, and turned to look at Song Zhenghe who was standing at the door: "You shouldn't have seen such a small room."
Song Kunhe didn't say anything, but nodded.
He had never seen such a small room, and even during the hardest time, he had never suffered any physical hardships, but since the moment his mother died, there has been no house or room. Let him show Xiao Yuanmu's soft expression with a touch of nostalgia.
Because nowhere is his home. Whether it's the world or the world he wants to go back to.
"This is my favorite book." Xiao Yuanmu looked down at the book in his hand, the corners of his mouth were gently bent, Qing Qing's tone was soft and never heard before: "I was the only one I ever received. birthday present."
Song Yanhe's eyes fell involuntarily on Xiao Yuanmu's hands. The pages of the book were already slightly yellow. Even if they were not far apart, because of the perspective, he could not see the contents of the book clearly. According to the colorful title page, it should not be a classic classic book.
Noting Song Yanhe's sight, Xiao Yuanmu reached out and handed the book over. The distance between him and Song Yanhe standing at the door was just a single bed, Song Yan standing at the door. And as long as you take a step forward, you can get that book.
Song Xunhe did not directly take the book, but looked up at Xiao Yuanmu in front of the window. It was already dusk, and the soft sunlight behind him blurred the cold and sharp breath around him. He was warming all over, like an approachable person within reach.
He looked at Xiao Yuanmu stupidly, only then did he suddenly realize a very obvious fact that he had always denied before-Xiao Yuanmu before rebirth and Xiao Yuanmu after rebirth were always the same person.
He subjectively distinguished them, subjectively using the descriptions in the book to observe and think about Xiao Yuanmu after his rebirth, and then subjectively came to the conclusion that Xiao Yuanmu is now full of hatred, cold-blooded, ruthless, and gloomy.
Xiao Yuanmu in front of Ming Ming once got along with Song Xunhe in the book, but he was not revenge in the first time when he was reborn into this world. Instead, he chose to observe and think about his differences from the original owner, but he knew Xiao Yuan The first time Mu was reborn from the world in the book, he made a one-sided conclusion in his heart.
This is not fair.
Xiao Yuanmu saw his figure in Song Yan's clean eyes, he didn't know what he thought, he also saw the change in his expression, and after returning to God, he suddenly looked away at his eyes. Many conflicts.
Didn't ... Song Yehe felt that he had been too miserable when he was a kid, so he suddenly sympathized with him now?
Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyebrows, deepened the smile on his mouth, and waved the book in his hand. When he saw Song Ye and looked over, he smiled and whispered: "Although this book was donated to the welfare institution uniformly It was not a birthday gift given to me alone, but it was sent to us on my birthday, so ... I will use this book as my gift. "
Song Yanhe pursed his lips and frowned unconsciously. After receiving the book in his hand, he saw the rolled corner of the book for the first time. He looked up and said, "How often do you read this book? "
"Um." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: "This is the only extra-curricular book that belongs to me."
The corners of Song Yanhe's mouth were narrowed tighter. He set his eyes on the book and just wanted to say something. After seeing the contents of the book, his expression suddenly became a little strange. After a while, he hesitated: " Do you ... love this book? "
Xiao Yuanmu's gaze swept over the book in his hand, and he murmured without change.
Song Yehe looked at the illustrations in the book and coughed and asked: "What story do you like best in this?"
"That's what you see now."
Song Yanhe looked at the mermaid sitting on the reef in the illustration, and the story name beside the book page-the daughter of the sea.
"I ... liked storybooks and cartoons when I was a kid." Song Xunhe didn't help but laughed twice. He had a rare, uncool look at Xiao Yuanmu, and his voice was lower: "I like Pakistan Light years ... "
"The painting in your hand was given to you roundly?"
Suddenly, Xiao Yuanmu changed the subject.
Song Yonghe held his storybook with a stiff hand, looked at the painting under the storybook, and concealed the painting underneath the book. He said, "Yes, she just drew a picture, saying thank you. Seeing the Dean these days and playing with her. "
Xiao Yuanmu's gaze fell on the painting and he asked, "Can you show me?"
"It doesn't look good." Seeing that Xiao Yuanmu's eyes did not move away from the painting, Song Xuan and Lingguang flickered and said blindly: "In fact, Yuanyuan raised the flag early today and suddenly got inspiration. I was particularly envious of the flag raising on the stage. She drew this picture by hand. She said that she would like to go to the stage to raise the flag. This picture hides her dreams. I don't think it would be good to show people casually. "
"That's it." Xiao Yuanmu seemed to believe, and he looked away. "Grandma asked me to introduce you to the room. Let me tell you."
Seeing Xiao Yuanmu's soft expression again, Song Yonghe nodded gently.
Xiao Yuanmu looked around for a week and introduced many things in this small room.
Every piece of furniture and every piece of furnishing here seems to have special emotions in Xiao Yuanmu's eyes. When he tells, the clear voice sounds like a trickling stream in the summer evening, and every word brings a subtle warmth that infiltrates the heart. meaning.
When he took out the photo album, the sunset at the west oblique outside the window was only faint. It became a dim room. Long shadows were drawn out. The young people sitting together put their heads together and carefully looked at the blurred photos. .
At the moment when the sun finally disappeared, Xiao Yuanmu closed the album. Through the dim light, he looked up Song Song and looked up at each other. The two were stunned, and then looked away at the same time.
The room became silent, and the laughter of the children outside was particularly noticeable.
Xiao Yuanmu suddenly asked: "I found that you seem to be scared of me, why."
Song Yan and his eyebrows fluttered, looking up at the branch outside the window with his chin, and denied: "Why should I be afraid of you."
"Is that so?" Xiao Yuanmu said in a low voice, before he got up and said, "Let's go, we should be ready to eat now."
The two walked out of the room one after the other, playing for a long time before calling Yuanyuan to run away and ran into Song Yan and his arms.
Xiao Yuanmu held Song Yihe's shoulders and looked down at the little girl holding him. His voice was cold: "Don't run around."
Yuanyuan pouts with some grievances, but dares not to talk back with Xiao Yuanmu, so he releases Song Yunhe and consciously takes his hand, saying: "Brother Song, Brother Yuanmu, the president asked me to call you let's go and eat."
Song Zhenghe nodded and asked casually, "Have you finished your homework?"
"After finishing writing." Yuanyuan led her bouncing and walked forward, smiling cheerfully: "The homework is very simple, I will finish it in a while, so the grandmother of the dean asked me to call you."
Xiao Yuanmu looked at the two men holding hands in front of him and interjected lightly: "Why are you here so late?"
After a round step, he felt guilty and timid: "Because, when I first came to call you, I found that the dishes were not fully prepared, so I wanted to wait for the dishes to be fully prepared before calling you."
"I have no fun." Yuanyuan pulled La Song's hand and looked up at him: "Brother Song, are you hungry."
"I'm not hungry." Song Hyun, who was already hungry when he was just looking at the photo album, lied and didn't blink. "It's not wrong to call us when the dishes are all ready."
Yuanyuan was relieved, and she led Song Ye and Bouncing to the cafeteria.
At this time, most of the children had finished their meals. At the small table in the cafeteria were the dean and other teachers who had just finished their work. When they saw Song Ye and them coming over, the dean beckoned, "I have called you over. Why did you come so late, the dishes are cold. "
When Xiao Yuanmu and Song Yanhe sat down, she handed them the good meal and blamed Xiao Yuanmu: "Xiao Song doesn't know the dinner time in the courtyard, don't you know? It's so late, Xiao Song You must be hungry. "
"He's not hungry."
Dean and other teachers looked at Xiao Yuanmu at the same time, and saw him lightly: "He just said it himself."
"I ... I'm not hungry." Song Yan and his eyes moved away from the dishes on the table, and smiled and said to the dean: "Dean, you don't have to give me so much food, I'm not very hungry now."
The Dean shook his head when he heard the words: "You guys so big, the amount of food must be large, what to do if you do n’t eat so much, you eat it first, and then you can't finish it."
Song Yehe just nodded and listened to the Yuanyuan Road sitting next to him: "Brother Song, Yuanyuan is hungry, and you can give Yuanyuan what you can't eat."
Song Yihe: ...
Song Yan and smiled, rounded the rice in the bowl and said, "You eat more."
The dean watched Song Yonghe get along with Yuanyuan harmoniously, with a deeper smile, and said, "Hurry up and wait for more."
Song Yonghe just said that he is not hungry, and of course he wo n’t add more, so it did n’t take long for him to finish ordering so much from his bowl, and then he looked at Xiao Yuanmu, who was still eating slowly, and the delicious round circle.
Yuanyuan raised her face from the bowl and laughed, "Brother Song, you're done eating, and I will play with you when I have finished eating."
The older brother didn't want to play, the older brother just wanted to eat some more food.
Song Yan smiled and shook his head, "I will leave when I will finish eating, and I will play with you next time I see you."
Yuanyuan nodded a little disappointed, but still thoughtfully said: "Then Brother Song will play with Yuanyuan next time."
Xiao Yuanmu also finished his meal at this time. He wiped his mouth and saw Yuanyuan who was still eating. It just seemed to say casually: "Yuanyuan, the painting you gave to Brother Song in the afternoon was very good."
Yuanyuan looked up, and looked at Xiao Yuanmu who praised him inconceivably. After seeing what he said, he smiled broadly and said, "That's what I gave to Brother Song and Yuan Mu. , When you get married, Yuanyuan will draw another one for you. "
Song Yuanhe: "Yuanyuan, don't talk when you eat, just be careful."
Yuanyuan made a good noise and continued to eat.
However, Xiao Yuanmu seemed a little puzzled and asked, "Draw another picture for marriage?"
"My painting is that Brother Song and Yuan Mu are getting married." Xiao Yuan Mu praised her just now, and Yuan Yuan was not too afraid of him for a while, and smiled sweetly: "If Brother Song and Yuan Mu are really able to Just get married. "
Xiao Yuanmu: "Not raising the flag ..."
Song Yan and Huo got up and said goodbye to the dean: "Since we're done, let's go."
The dean looked at them with a smile and sent them to the door of the welfare home.
On the way back, Xiao Yuanmu thoughtfully looked at Song Yunhe, and Song Yanhe kept his eyes on the front. Thinking of the embarrassment that he had just been dismantled by Xiao Yuanmu on the spot, he asked very badly: You always look at me, what exactly do you want to say? "
Xiao Yuanmu said slightly, "I want to ask you ..."
Song Kun interrupted him first: "I don't want to answer."
"I want to ask if you haven't eaten enough for dinner. I'll go back and eat it for you." Xiao Yuanmu said lightly: "You don't want to eat."
Thinking that he has not eaten Xiao Yuanmu's tomato and egg noodles for nearly two months, Song Xihe who has always been able to flex and stretch in front of the food has become fast: "I want to eat."
The author has something to say: Xiao Yuanmu: You don't want to eat below me.
Song Yihe: I want to eat!
I think it might be better to change the description ... For example, update between 8:30 and 8:30 (from a wide guilty conscience that takes more than 10 minutes and 20 minutes each night)