After the fake master disappeared, the real master went crazy

Chapter 27 New Home

"It's not that you shouldn't come back. It's that their family shouldn't have made a mistake. They said it was a mistake, but it was actually the Huo family's intention. Otherwise, for so many years, how could they have always known that you were not their own? For the sake of their son's well-being, they would have just Secretly changed, for so many years, without any regard for the life and death of other people's children, is this human?"

Tong Xiaoshan almost cried when she hugged Huo Chengfeng in the back, she pointed to Song Xici, "For your sister, our Song family did not target the Huo family, and for you, we even hid Xiaofeng's identity, but you not only Not grateful, and still bullying Xiaofeng, Song Xici, I have raised you for more than ten years, is this how I educated you!"

"I didn't." Song Xici pursed his lips, and replied in a daze: "Mom, I really didn't bully Xiaofeng, it was all nonsense from people in school."

"One person is talking nonsense, but so many people believe that you are bullying Xiaofeng, can this be nonsense?" Tong Xiaoshan hugged Huo Chengfeng and protected him in her arms, "I don't want to see you in the future, don't go home again .”

Song Xici felt unreal, as if all of this was a dream, how could his mother treat him like this, he thought, this shouldn't be, mother should be gentle and patient, and should take good care of him , Why didn't I do anything, but my mother didn't believe in herself at all, and now she wants to drive him out of this house.

His biological parents used him as a tool to make money, and his beloved mother scolded him as a bad seed with inferior genes. Song Xici couldn't figure out why he was in this situation. Did he really deserve it?

His face became more and more red, and after a burst of dizziness, his vision became black and he fell to the ground. This world seemed to have no oxygen. He had difficulty breathing, and his thoughts were chaotic, but he did not completely lose consciousness.

Music automatically rang in his head, it was the song Tong Xiaoshan used to hum to lull him to sleep when he was a child.

"Song Song!"

He heard Song Yanting's anxious cry, Tong Xiaoshan's panicked questioning, and Huo Chengfeng's soft comfort.

Under Song Yanting's constant beating, he opened his eyes again and couldn't see anything. He trembled all over, and tremblingly squeezed Song Yanting's hand, "Brother."

"I'm here, Song Song, breathe slowly, don't worry." Song Yanting held his hand back, and a princess hugged him into the ambulance downstairs.

Both Song Yanting and Gao She entered the hospital with Song Xici. After a round of examinations, the doctor suggested that they send Song Xici to the psychology department. These reactions were not physical problems, but psychological problems.

Gao She went to complete the formalities, and Song Yanting pushed him to the psychology department.

The psychiatrist received Song Xici at the door of the office, asked Song Yanting and Gao She to wait outside, and then brought him into the office by himself.

There was a sound of closing the door, and Song Xici seemed to be frightened. He suddenly looked back at the closed door, and then looked at the psychiatrist blankly.

The doctor had a gentle demeanor, with a smile on his face all the time, he knelt down and said to Song Xi: "Don't be nervous, they will always be waiting for you outside and will not leave."

He took off the name tag on his chest and handed it to Song Xici, "Look, I'm a psychiatrist, did you faint just now? I heard from your family that you are only a sophomore in high school, and you are under such great study pressure ?"

Of course, the doctor knew that Song Xici didn't faint because of the pressure of studying, but he just made insinuations, hoping that he could tell the matter himself, and once he said the sad things, the pressure would be released.

But Song Xici only answered him, "I will be in my third year of high school next semester, and the pressure is quite high."

He could avoid his real source of stress, pretending to be relaxed and said: "I will adjust myself later, doctor uncle, don't worry, I won't trouble you."

Outside the doctor's office, Song Yanting rarely did anything, just closed his eyes and rested his mind. After almost two hours, the doctor finally opened the door of the office.

Gao She hurried forward, pushed Song Xici out, knelt down and asked him, "How do you feel, do you want to drink water or eat?"

"Let me drink some water." Song Xici smiled palely. He seemed to be back to normal again, with a bright and happy smile. If it wasn't for the fact that he was still powerless and sitting in a wheelchair with a bloodless face, no one would know He was uncomfortable.

Gao She fixed his wheelchair on the side of the aisle and went to buy water for him, while Song Xici pushed the wheels of the wheelchair and moved himself to the door of the doctor's office.

When he came out, Song Yanting went in to consult his condition, the door was only ajar, and Song Xici could hear their conversation clearly.

The doctor's tone was full of worry, and he sighed and said: "The patient is very defensive, and he almost refuses to say anything. Several times I asked him if he would like to speak out, but he said he couldn't, as if Someone deliberately led him to hide these things."

The doctor paused, and after reading the case, he said: "He is already mildly depressed. The family must always pay attention to his mood. If his mood continues to deteriorate, it will easily lead to his loss of self-worth and suicidal tendencies. If you can If not, don’t let him live in the current environment, it might be much better to get out of this circle.”

"Thank you doctor." Song Yanting thanked him, and asked some precautions.

He was about to come out of the office, Song Xici hurriedly pushed the wheels of the wheelchair back to the original position.

Song Yanting was not in a hurry to take him away. They sat side by side in the quiet corridor, as if they were doing nothing, and they were all in a daze in silence until Gao She bought the water and saw the state of the two of them, and said with a smile: "Why not?" You look like your soul is out of your body, shall you go home?"

Song Yanting got up and pushed Song Xici forward. After getting into his car, he asked Gao She to return the wheelchair.

This time the driver was Gao She, Song Yanting took advantage of his absence and asked softly, "Song Song, why don't you move out?"

Song Xici was stunned for a moment, and finally just nodded. Seeing that he agreed, Song Yanting heaved a sigh of relief, and then said, "I'll buy you a small house near the school and let Aunt Han take care of you, okay?"

"Forget it with Aunt Han, Mom likes to eat the food cooked by Aunt Han." Song Xici thought for a while, "Or invite me to Xu You who came to take care of Yingying before, she is very nice."

At this time, Song Yanting basically had no objection to Song Xici's request. He immediately sent a message to Gao She, and before Gao She came to drive, he contacted Xu You.

The afternoon was supposed to continue with make-up lessons, but because Song Xici was still unable to get up to date, the afternoon make-up lessons were cancelled, and Song Yanting didn't go to work, so Gao She drove them to the house directly.

The house was chosen by Song Xici himself. It is a small yard full of fallen leaves and weeds in a remote corner. It is an old-fashioned two-story building with mottled moss footprints on the walls. It occupies a small area but has a lot of light. good.

Song Yanting originally wanted to buy a new house in the neighborhood next door for Song Xici to live in, but since he liked it so much, he found someone to start renovations overnight. Before the house was renovated, he asked Song Xici to live in a hotel not far from the school, but The make-up classes are still arranged in his office, so that it is convenient for him to take care of Song Xici.

After a day of relaxation, Song Xici's body completely returned to normal the next day, and the remedial classes continued as usual. Only the remedial teacher and Song Yanting were in the office. Because of the last quarrel, Tong Xiaoshan and Huo Chengfeng didn't come again.

Tong Xiaoshan was angry that Song Yanting didn't care about Huo Chengfeng, and now even he ignored him, but it was different from not wanting to pay attention to Song Xici, she was just angry with Song Yanting.

Song Xici is now obsessed with studying. Ever since he had a fight with the Huo family and Tong Xiaoshan, it seems that only study is left in his heart. Song Yanting wants to take him to buy furniture for himself, but he also excuses Said to study and refused to go out.

But fortunately, this kind of emotion didn't seem to make him go to extremes. Instead, he got the same amount of rewards. After a remedial class, the serious math teacher laughed rarely, and sighed: "I thought that a young master like you would definitely I can't bear hardships, I didn't expect to have such perseverance, your grades have improved a lot now, and you will definitely get a good grade in the college entrance examination."

Song Yanting was very happy to hear that he had made progress, so he would take him out to have a good meal in the evening after the make-up class, so as not to keep up with the physical strength later.

Song Xici wanted to refuse again, but Song Yanting was very forceful this time, "Song Song, you have been immersed in tutoring for half a month, and you are reading and studying even during your breaks. It's time to take a break. A combination of work and rest can last a long time."

Song Yanting didn't wait for him to answer, so he asked Gao She to prepare the car. He had three special assistants. It turned out that Gao She was in charge of Song Yanting's itinerary and the first coordination and communication with customers, but now, he almost became Song Xici nanny.

The two got along very well, even if Song Yanting was not around, they could chat for a few words.

Gao She drove Song Xici and Song Yanting out of the company, turned all the way, and gradually approached the school. There are mostly noodle shops and snacks on the school side. Song Xici was wondering what they were going to eat when he saw Gao She parked the car Half a month ago, Song Xici was in front of the small courtyard he had chosen.

This small courtyard is completely different from before. There is a black retro metal street lamp on the side of the small fence. The garden of the small courtyard is divided into two parts. A mango tree is planted on one side, flowers and plants are planted under the tree, and on the other side A gazebo was directly hardened, wooden tables and chairs were placed, and there was a gravel path in the middle, which was connected to the anti-theft door inside.

Hearing movement outside, the people inside opened the door. It was Xu You and Aunt Han who were wearing aprons.

"Young master is back." Aunt Han waved at him, "I haven't seen you for a long time, you seem to have grown a lot taller, but you've lost weight, is it because you can't eat well outside?"

"Very good, Aunt Han." Song Xici's eyes were sore, and he entered the room, sniffling.

Everything in the room is the way he likes it, the first floor is the kitchen and the living room, the fabric sofa is embroidered with his favorite anime characters, and the trinkets he collected are hung on the walls, even the ones Song Yanting gave him are beautiful. We moved them together and put them in a showcase by the wall.

The tableware in the kitchen is also in the shape of various fruits. There are two refrigerators, one for vegetables and the other for his favorite desserts.

The second floor is the bedroom and study room. There are two bedrooms, one is Song Xici's, and the other looks like a little girl's. In order to make him happy, Song Yanting even prepared Huo Chengying's room.

"Thank you, brother." Song Xici couldn't hold back his tears, and lay down on the wall, burying his face in his arms.

He was so happy about all of this, whether it was Huo Chengying's dependence or Song Yanting's devotion, he felt that he was needed and that he was no longer the one who was not needed.

The author says:

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, cuties! !