#What Is This All About#
Song Yi didn't understand, really didn't understand.
Her hand was warmly held by Shen's Mother, and her entire brain seemed to have crashed.
After a while, Song Yi pulled her hand back, forcing a smile, "So, Auntie, did you come to see me today just to ask this?"
"Yes," Shen's Mother admitted directly, taking a sip of the coffee in front of her, "I'm mainly worried that my silly son might get tricked, so I need to find out what kind of person you are. After all, his brain isn't the best, but if he had half the intelligence of his younger brother, I wouldn't have to worry so much."
Shen Yujing's younger brother? Was there such a character in the original plot?
Song Yi was confused, so she asked directly, "Does Shen Yujing have a brother?"
"Yes," Shen's Mother replied immediately, then took out her phone from her pocket and handed it to Song Yi, "Look, this is a photo of our family of four."
Curious, Song Yi took the phone, only to have her expression freeze.
In the photo, a large black gorilla was holding a bunch of bananas high in the air, with Shen's Mother smiling brightly beside it. Shen Yujing, on the other hand, had a deadpan expression and was standing far away, almost out of the frame.
Shen's Mother was still enthusiastically introducing to Song Yi, "This is my adopted son, a gorilla I adopted abroad. His name is Jerry. He's very smart, with the intelligence of a ten-year-old human!"
Song Yi: "……"
Shocked, it was a bit absurd.
She suddenly understood where Shen Yujing's personality came from; it was inherited from his mother.
Compared to Shen's Mother, Shen Yujing suddenly seemed like a normal person.
Oh no, he was a normal person.
Song Yi's voice trembled as she asked, "Then... who is the other person? You said there were four in the family, right?"
Shen's Mother stood up, bent over, and pointed to the far left of the picture, "Look, the one lying on the ground. That's my husband, he's human."
Song Yi zoomed in on the picture.
In the lower left corner, a middle-aged man in a suit and glasses was lying on his back, with a banana peel flying in mid-air.
Song Yi: "……"
When returning the phone to Shen's Mother, Song Yi thought: What a magical family.
Shen's Mother asked, "So, is my son handsome?"
Song Yi was stunned for a moment, then tried hard to think of adjectives to praise, "Very tall, very strong, with the aura of a male gorilla, looks very smart."
"Ah?" This time it was Shen's Mother who was stunned, she laughed, "What? I was talking about Shen Yujing, my real son."
Song Yi: "……Handsome, very handsome."
Hearing this "expected" answer, Shen's Mother smiled contentedly and chatted with Song Yi for a while more.
Before leaving, Shen's Mother said, "If you encounter any problems at school, go find Shen Yujing. Although he's not very smart, he's still a good person. If he doesn't help you, I'll teach him a lesson."
"Okay," Song Yi nodded obediently, her gaze lingering reluctantly on the check Shen's Mother had put away, then regretfully retracting her eyes.
Fifty million! That was a full fifty million!
Song Yi felt sad. Since coming to this world, she seemed to have many opportunities for sudden wealth, but she kept missing them.
Song Yi watched Shen's Mother leave, then sat down and finished the small cake and milk tea Shen's Mother had ordered for her.
Delicious, really delicious.
She thought about the fifty million, tears in her eyes as she commented.
*
The next evening after school.
Song Yi and Hang Feng met at the school gate.
Seeing Hang Feng come out of the school, Song Yi handed him the bag in her hand, saying, "Thank you for the scarf."
"It's nothing," Hang Feng took the bag from Song Yi, saying, "Let's go."
Song Yi and Hang Feng chose to take the bus home.
But once on the bus, they encountered a familiar situation.
A couple stood in front of an empty seat—
"Honey, you sit first."
"It's okay, baby, I'm not tired."
Song Yi: "……"
This scene was so familiar, go for it!
Hang Feng: "……"
He reached out and grabbed the collar of Song Yi's shirt, lowering his voice to her ear, "Don't go over."
Song Yi asked in confusion, "Why?"
Hang Feng said, "They are being polite. If you go over now, it might make them angry."
He was really worried that Song Yi, every time she encountered such a situation on the bus, would rush over and eventually get into a fight.
Song Yi was silent for a few seconds, understanding Hang Feng's meaning.
So she suddenly reached out and held her waist, pushing her abdomen forward as she squeezed over there.
Hang Feng: "?"
Song Yi walked over while saying, "Excuse me, excuse me, thank you."
Under everyone's gaze, Song Yi sat down on the empty seat with a serious expression, smiling at the couple, "Thank you."
The couple: "……?"
Song Yi then looked towards Hang Feng's direction, waving, "Honey, come over here."
Today was Friday, the only day of the week when they could dress freely.
So Song Yi and Hang Feng were not wearing school uniforms, but it was still clear that they were not adults.
Under everyone's strange gazes—
Hang Feng was petrified.
Yes, petrified.
He felt his feet glued to the ground, lacking the courage to lift them.
An aunt couldn't stand it and shouted, "Hey, your girlfriend is calling you, why don't you come over?"
Hang Feng walked over with a stiff face.
The bus arrived at the station and started moving again.
The process seemed short, yet also long.
He looked down at Song Yi, whispering, "Why did you say that?"
Song Yi said, "I had to find a suitable reason to sit down, didn't I?"
Hang Feng: "……Don't do that again."
Song Yi looked up at him, sincerely asking, "What if they get angry and beat me up?"
Hang Feng said, "……Beat them back."
He would rather fight for Song Yi.
Hearing Hang Feng's answer, Song Yi laughed, taking out a piece of candy from her pocket and handing it to Hang Feng, "Do you want to eat it?"
Hang Feng didn't answer but directly took the candy, showing his answer with his actions.
He put the candy in his pocket, his gaze shifting to the window.
Song Yi tugged at Hang Feng's shirt corner, saying, "Don't keep a straight face, Grandma will be worried if she sees you like this."
Hang Feng glanced at Song Yi, then quickly looked away.
Thinking about her actions just now, maybe... she just wanted to cheer him up.
Hang Feng's hand was still in his pocket, tightly holding the candy, and he squeezed out a word from his throat, "Mm."
Soon, the bus arrived at their stop.
Song Yi and Hang Feng got off one after the other, heading towards Hang Feng's home.
When Grandma saw Song Yi, she wiped her slightly red eyes and looked at Hang Feng with some reproach, "You really are, why didn't you tell me in advance that Yi Yi was coming? There's nothing prepared at home."
"It's okay, Grandma, I love all the dishes you make," Song Yi said with a smile, her gaze falling on the large fish tank on the balcony, where a big turtle was swimming.
Obviously, it was the one she had given them before.
So Song Yi walked over, bent down to take a look, then looked at Grandma in surprise, "Grandma, you've raised this turtle so well, I think it's even bigger than the last time I saw it."
Grandma's attention was drawn by Song Yi, and she came over to chat with her.
Old people's lives are mostly lonely, with few people to talk to, and Hang Feng, although a sensible grandson, is also quiet and doesn't talk much.
Today, Song Yi's arrival gave Grandma someone to talk to.
Like Hang Feng, Grandma was also more concerned about her grandson, holding Song Yi's hand and asking her to chat more with Hang Feng.
Song Yi, with dual tasks, obediently nodded in agreement.
Hang Feng didn't know what they were talking about, but seeing the scene in front of him, he felt an unexpected harmony.
So he turned around and went into the kitchen, putting on the apron hanging by the door, and started preparing dinner.
The electric rice cooker was simmering with sparerib soup, the green vegetables were washed and put into the pot, and the young man's long, fair hands handled these tasks quite skillfully.
Until—
While searching for bowls and plates, he noticed a black bag that seemed out of place and conspicuous.
When Hang Feng opened it, he found it was filled with money - an entire bag of cash.
The young man crouched down, slightly hunched over, his face as dark as the pot on the stove.
And so, an inevitable argument began.
When Song Yi saw Hang Feng emerge from the kitchen and throw the bag of money onto the ground, she felt bewildered.
Hang Feng started arguing with Grandmother, while Song Yi tried to mediate between them.
But before they could exchange many words, Hang Feng stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
Grandmother sat in her chair, tears streaming down her face as she tried to wipe them away.
Song Yi glanced at Hang Feng's retreating figure, then got some tissues to wipe Grandmother's tears while patiently listening to her explain what had happened.
The money had been delivered personally by Xu Yuanguo today. Grandmother hadn't opened the door to her son, but discovered he had left the bag of money before leaving.
She couldn't just leave the money outside, so Grandmother had brought it in, planning to find a way to return it.
But Hang Feng had clearly lost control earlier, not giving Grandmother a chance to explain.
"It's alright, Grandmother. I'll go find him now and explain everything to him for you," Song Yi consoled Grandmother, urging her not to be too upset before rushing out.
Standing at the empty intersection, she tried calling Hang Feng, but he wouldn't answer - there was no way to contact him.
Song Yi thought for a moment, then ran toward the intersection where she had first met Hang Feng.
Sure enough, the young man was crouching there alone, holding a foxtail grass stem, writing something indiscernible on the ground.
Upon hearing footsteps, Hang Feng quickly erased whatever he had written and looked up in Song Yi's direction.
His eyes were rimmed red, his eyelashes damp, clearly having just cried, even his nose tip was flushed.
He said, "Don't try to comfort me. I was too impulsive earlier. I was wrong, and I'll go back to apologize to Grandmother soon."
If Grandmother had been someone who cared about money, she would never have moved out to live with his mother in the first place.
He had let momentary anger cloud his judgment, making him unable to understand even such simple logic, leading him to argue with Grandmother.
Hang Feng was very regretful, but he needed some time to let his emotions settle.
But Song Yi didn't respond to his words. Instead, she walked up to him, stopped in front, took out five yuan from her pocket, placed it before him, and said seriously, "Young and able-bodied, why resort to begging when you could do anything else? Ah!"
After speaking, Song Yi started walking away.
But after taking several steps, she noticed Hang Feng hadn't reacted at all.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Song Yi turned back to look at him, saying somewhat frustratedly, "Do I have to spell it out? Please stop crying, okay? Why are you so hard to console?"
The same scene, familiar lines and actions, everything replaying like a movie scene.
Her intention was obvious.
So Hang Feng picked up the five yuan and stood up, walking past Song Yi.
Song Yi called out, "Where are you going?"
"Convenience store," Hang Feng replied calmly without looking back. "Want to come? I can treat you to strawberry milk."
Song Yi shouted, "Strawberry milk costs eight yuan! Do you have enough money?"
"Not enough, I only have the five yuan you gave me."
"Oh, you poor thing!"
"Mm-hmm."
"But don't worry! I can treat you!"
"Okay."
