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Chapter 186 I originally set my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch (29)

The uncle who felt so tall when he was a child now bends his back in front of him and wants to raise his head.

Now Song Wenjing is no longer the radish head he was when he was a child. He is very tall, almost 1.9 meters, and the sense of oppression is suffocating.

Uncle is old, he doesn't even dare to look straight in the eyes, he is still as cowardly as ever, and his voice is not as loud as before: "Your brother is about to enter junior high school, and he can't afford it anymore. Jing, share a little for uncle."

Can't afford it?
Song Wenjing didn't even know about his uncle's family, what did he do for him?

Since junior high school, he has survived by relying on his excellent grades and digging through trash cans to pick up junk when he is free. His family is not even willing to spend a penny on him.

Of course, Song Wenjing would not say it directly.

"talk later."

Seeing that there was still room for change in this matter, my uncle breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment he asked, "Have you had dinner? If you haven't, I'll get you a bowl of noodles."

Song Wenjing was expressionless: "No need."

The uncle clasped his fingers tightly, feeling guilty and helpless in front of this tall and strong nephew.

He couldn't resist his wife, so he could only be ruthless towards Song Wenjing.

After a moment of silence, the uncle took out a wrinkled 50 yuan bill from his pocket and stuffed it into the boy's hand.

It was obviously only a sheet of fifty, but my uncle made it look like it was so precious.

"You, you keep the flowers. If you have no money, you can ask me for it."

Song Wenjing knew that this was just a verbal check, and he didn't ask for the money. He raised his dark and even indifferent eyes, and said in an overly cold tone, "I'm going to sleep."

Uncle didn't dare to stay longer, so he went out quickly.

Song Wenjing locked the door.

There was silence outside the door for a while, and soon the woman's scolding sounded.
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Because of those things on the basketball court, the relationship between Yan Ran and Song Wenjing became very strange.

Friends are not like friends.

Enemies aren't like enemies.

Yan Ran often goes to the bar where Song Wenjing works part-time.

They all came alone. They sat in the VIP box and ordered expensive wine. Of course, it was Song Wenjing who got the cheapest wine in the end. After all, the more expensive Yan Ran ordered, the higher the commission he got. The opportunity he got was easily obtained by him.

Their eyes were so envious, so jealous, it was undeniable that Song Wenjing was a little... out of control.

He didn't even know what he was proud of?
Yan Ran asks Song Wenjing to serve her tea and water, using him like a servant, and picking faults everywhere, it's simply vile.

Song Wenjing thought that he should hate it, maybe it was suppressed anger, anyway, it must not be like it is now, because the other party smiled, his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, and the nerves in his body trembled violently.

Just because that smile is for him.

Poor perhaps.

But so what?
He couldn't help himself.

Holding the wine glass, Yan Ran leaned her back on the soft sofa. Her complexion was cold and pale, her lips were moist, and with her jet-black hair, the color of her whole person was particularly rich and colorful.

He casually turned it over, his jet-black broken hair half-hanging between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Student Song, have you ever had a drink?"

Song Wenjing drank it, but for some reason, he subconsciously shook his head when the young man asked this question.

He is not a three-good student. He has any bad habits, smoking, drinking, fighting, and he is good at everything, just like his studies.

It's never been a little white flower.

However, now he is pretending to be that disgusting little white flower.

He heard the other party laugh softly, the slightly raised tone was like a feather passing by the ear, a little numb.

Yan Ran looked at the boy with great interest, "Are you so good? You can't even drink alcohol, good student?"

Song Wenjing's Adam's apple moved, and his eyes deepened.

Yan Ran, who was sitting on the sofa, greeted him like a puppy at his feet.

Song Wenjing walked over without thinking.

Yan Ran said, "This is your reward."

Song Wenjing took it, Yan Ran's body temperature was still on the glass wine glass, and his Adam's apple was rolling, especially when he remembered that Yan Ran had just sipped the glass with his lips just now, the strange feeling in his lower abdomen surged up again. .

He was a little flustered and wanted to hide this feeling, so he drank the wine glass with rough hands and clumsy hands. The famous wine worth tens of thousands of yuan was completely drunk by a reckless man like him without any skills. It's just a waste of money.

Seeing his rude appearance, Yan Ran laughed.

Her eyelashes are dense and slender, and the root follows the curvature of the eyes like a natural eyeliner. When she smiles, she trembles, like a swaying flower bud being slapped by the breeze.

And Song Wenjing stood in front of Yan Ran with a red face, like a clown performing poorly.

"tasty?"

Song Wenjing was speechless, because he simply didn't have the heart to taste such fine wine. In his opinion, it was no different from wine worth tens of dollars.

His throat felt like it was on fire, and his whole heart felt hot.

He said in a hoarse voice, "It's delicious."

Seeing his new look, Yan Ran smiled even more vigorously, not forgetting to belittle him, "Hillbilly."

This humiliating word was nothing to him, Song Wenjing had heard worse, the kind that would completely dirty the young master's ears.

But at this time, he still couldn't remain indifferent, and his face instantly became red and hot. If he hadn't been sure that he was healthy, then he must have thought he had a cold, and that weird and indescribable feeling came again.

Yan Ran raised his hand, patted his head randomly, and said suddenly: "Why don't you just follow me from now on."

This sentence is like a joke.

After leaving this sentence, Yan Ran got up and left without giving him any response.

Even the faint fragrance disappeared bit by bit.

Song Wenjing's expression was in a trance, his mind was in a mess.

It seems that many thoughts have come to mind, but it seems that nothing has been thought of.

He was even a little uncontrollably tired of being like this, indecisive, without ideas, completely controlled and passive by others.

Did he—

This thought was too terrifying, Song Wenjing immediately stopped thinking, and looked down at the glass of wine, or the place where the wine glass reacted, feeling extremely annoyed and loathed.

Song Wenjing pressed his swollen and painful temples, and repeatedly warned himself not to wishful thinking, and then he calmed down with a complicated expression.

But many thoughts are involuntary and uncontrollable. The more rude and disorderly the suppression, the more terrifying it will be out of control when the time comes to backfire.

　The next chapter is repeated and will be refreshed later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)