moonlight lure

Rongcheng High School.

After going through the entire process of handling the campus conflict incident, Song Shiwei came out of the dean's office, followed by Song Qingyu, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face.

She stood in front of the classroom door without saying a word. The young man wanted to speak but stopped looking at her, and silently went in to get his schoolbag.

The 16-year-old boy was almost a head taller than her. He was thin but tall, like a poplar tree.

Song Shiwei looked at his back and was distracted, remembering that when she first met him, he was only as tall as her waist, hiding behind Song Tang and looking at her with caution and curiosity. So many years had passed in a flash.

The two walked out of the school one after another and got into Song Shiwei's car.

After getting in the car, Song Qingyu opened the sun visor and looked at the injury on the corner of his lip in the mirror. Although he looked embarrassed, the other two who were fighting him were in worse condition. According to IV2 standards, he won a great victory.

Song Shiwei opened the car window and looked outside for a while, then turned and threw the phone to him: "Speak for yourself."

He took the call and called Song Tang, saying that he would stay at her house this week.

Song Tang was stunned for a moment and then hesitantly said yes, telling him to play less games and help more with housework. His sister was very busy at work, so don't disturb her.He should know that he is impatient, he should know.

After hanging up the phone, Song Shiwei started the engine.She first took Song Qingyu to the community clinic to treat the wound, and then to the Hunan restaurant downstairs in her community. He was awkward and unwilling to dine in. Song Shiwei glanced at him and said in a lukewarm voice: "Why do you beat someone if you feel embarrassed?"

Song Qingyu lowered her head towards the wall, covered her face with one hand, and muttered in a low voice: "They should be beaten."

Song Shiwei looked at him silently for a moment, then turned to ask the waiter to pack it.

She already had a rough idea of ​​the reason for the fight from the teacher. According to Song Qingyu, the two boys verbally insulted the female classmates in his class, but the other boy refused to admit it after they bit him to death, and the injury was more serious than him, so the final solution was just Maybe Song Shiwei would pay for the medical expenses and the big problem would be reduced to a minor issue.

He didn't dare to let his family know that he had a fight, and he didn't dare to let his mother see that he was injured, so Song Qingyu came to ask her for help.

This was not the first time he stayed at her house. When she first started working, he ran away from home and went to join her in the county with his schoolbag on his back. He mopped the floor and cooked for her every day, fearing that she would be unhappy and drive him home.

The boy carried the takeout box and followed her into the door, looking around as if he was looking for something.Song Shiwei took a pair of women's slippers and threw them on the ground: "Let's make do with it."

Song Qingyu put on his slippers and walked into the bathroom to wash his hands. He looked back and forth on the shelves. After confirming that all the items on the shelves were women's products, he relaxed slightly, wiped his hands and returned to the restaurant.

The two of them ate in silence at the dining table. Song Qingyu secretly glanced at the person in front of her. After holding back half of her meal, she couldn't help but speak first: "Sister."

She didn't even raise her eyelids: "Huh?"

He lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry."

Unable to see clearly her current expression, he continued to say awkwardly: "Don't drive me away. I will pay for the medical expenses myself."

Song Shiwei said calmly: "You should wait for your two classmates to make a decision before making a decision."

The young man's anger was once again ignited by her: "Their injuries were not serious at all. They were just superficial injuries like mine. If it exceeds four digits, it is blackmail! Blackmail!"

She tapped the plate in front of her with her chopsticks and calmly ordered: "Eat first."

Like an angry punch hitting cotton, Song Qingyu didn't get the comfort he expected, and he couldn't understand the attitude of his sister in front of him, who always kept her emotions secret.

He held his breath and stuffed rice and chili into his mouth. After a while, he heard her calmly say: "Slow down."

The young man let out a low groan in his throat, his expression extremely reluctant, but his body honestly slowed down his movements.

After all, this was considered her concern, and half of the anger in his heart disappeared silently. Thinking of her putting down her work today to deal with the mess for him, his heart couldn't help but feel hot, and he shouted angrily: "Sister."

Song Shiwei finally raised her eyes to look at him.

The young man in front of him looked complicated and hesitant. After a while, he lowered his head and said solemnly: "Don't marry a doctor."

She paused for a moment: "Why?" He said firmly: "He is not worthy of you."

Song Shiwei said softly: "He earns much more than me."

"It's not about money." The young man frowned and was startled, "Are you short of money?"

His expression was so serious that Song Shiwei wanted to laugh: "You want to lend it to me?"

He looked at her steadily, his eyes burning: "I have some savings. If you want to use it, I can give it to you. Don't spend his money."

She curled her lips and said perfunctorily: "Okay."

He emphasized again: "Then don't marry him."

Song Shiwei raised her eyes, and the young man looked at her, stubbornly waiting for an answer.

Perhaps it was because of the same sincerity in her eyes, or perhaps because of the same wounds on her face that destroyed her sense of beauty. She looked at the young face in front of her and suddenly thought of another person.

After a while, she put down her chopsticks, looked away and replied quietly: "I know."

***
With the addition of one more person, Song Shiwei's life has not changed much. It's just that there is an additional male nanny in the family. She gets up early every day and goes out to buy breakfast, and comes back at night to cook and peel fruits.

She was treated very comfortably, and she even felt a little guilty when accepting the living expenses he transferred.

But this guilt quickly disappeared when she saw his savings figures.

She held his cell phone and silently counted the decimal points twice, and asked seriously: "Where did this money come from?"

Although Song and Tang's economic conditions were not bad, they did not dote on their son materially. In addition, although Song Qingyu had been honest in the past two years, he had committed a crime. Even his own mother was worried about giving him too much pocket money. He was a student. There is no reason to have so much savings.

He took the phone back from her hand, knowing that he was in the wrong, but he was bluffing: "Do you want it? If you don't want it, forget it."

Song Shiwei's face darkened: "Song Qingyu."

"..." He gritted his teeth and held on for a while, but finally succumbed to the suppression of her aura and reluctantly replied, "Games, selling equipment."

He also said he didn’t play games much.

Song Shiwei slapped him on the head. The pain made him grin and he dared not speak in anger.

The next day was Saturday, and Song Shiwei stayed in bed until very late as usual. When she got up, Song Qingyu was carrying breakfast into the room and said nonchalantly: "Sister, your friend is working overtime downstairs."

She slowly took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, her mind still half-activated: "Which friend?"

"Just that handsome SWAT officer."

He put the bag on the dining table and opened it. Inside were several exquisite and unfamiliar packaging boxes that Song Shiwei had never seen in nearby restaurants.

He looked up at her and asked casually: "He is doing publicity in the community, why don't you go down and say hello?"

Song Shiwei was stunned for a few seconds while holding the ice water, and finally reacted sluggishly, with a slightly embarrassed look in her eyes: "...I'm not familiar with him."

　Prosecutor Song (serious): I’m not familiar with him.

　　Ji Xiaowu: I’m familiar with it, I’m familiar with it.

　　(End of this chapter)