waste heat

Chapter 106

Early in the morning, Cheng Yan and Song Yu set off from the school.

He changed into his new clothes that he hadn't had time to wash. He couldn't remember how he came back last night. When he got in the car, Cheng Yan sent a message to Zhao Yibai, asking if they had left.

——Leaving in the afternoon, have you set off yet?

——Let’s go, did you send me back yesterday?

- What do you think?When I sent you to the school gate, I insisted that I was not drunk, or was I drunk?

——You pour me.

Cheng Yan remembered what happened before he was drunk, Zhao Yibai knew he could drink, and poured him water with Qu Tao, vowing to bring him down, Cheng Yan also fell down very disappointingly, he hadn't drunk so much for many years Yes, the capacity for drinking has declined, and he didn't drink too much yesterday, but he actually fell down. He himself was a little unbelievable when he thought about it.

"Master, stop at the intersection ahead." Song Yu said.

The master's response came from the front, Cheng Yan raised his head, picked up the mobile phone to take pictures of his face, Song Yu watched this action.

"Do you want to touch up your makeup again?"

Cheng Yan stopped and punched him on the shoulder.

It's just a little nervous, well-dressed is very important to the first impression, Song Yu took his hand, and the two got out of the car.

"Your palms are sweating." Song Yu said, holding hands tightly, and he cast his eyes on Cheng Yan's face.

Cheng Yan pulled out his hand and wiped it on his body.

Song Yu pampered him, that's his mother, he doesn't have to meet people in a decent manner, so his clothes can rub off.

Song Yu comforted: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Cheng Yan raised his head and asked, "Am I dark?"

Song Yudao: "No."

Cheng Yan said: "Why did I meet your parents after the military training? Zhao Yibai said I was eight degrees black."

Song Yu raised his chin, observed for a while and said, "It's exaggerated."

Cheng Yan has been bored at home for the past two years, barely seeing the light, his skin is dull white, his lips are slightly dark, standing under the sun is a gentle and clean boy.

However, during the recent military training, I can't hide from the sun's exposure, and my neck has sunburn marks, which are bright red, and it will heal after a while.

Cheng Yan followed Song Yu. He thought that the rumors about Song Yu's family background should be somewhat credible in the school, but no matter how prepared he was, he followed Song Yu to the Sandalwood Palace I was stunned in front of a villa.

Tan Palace, Shanghai's premier villa area, he felt that the atmosphere was too solemn from the moment he entered. When Song Yu led him to the gate of a villa, Cheng Yan was finally sure that Song Yu was really a rich second generation.

"Why are you standing there?" Song Yu said, "Come in."

Cheng Yan trotted over, unable to describe his mood in words, he had seen various mansions and villas on TV, the closest he was to the villa was when he went to Luohu. The villa, that villa is incomparable to the one in front of me, it costs [-] to [-] a day to go out, it is already the most expensive place Cheng Yan has ever seen and lived in, and Song Yu's house...is so big that he can't imagine .

"This, this... is really your home?" Cheng Yan grabbed Song Yu, speaking intermittently, how could he believe that a person could not stay in such a big place, and ran to the south of their city to go to school?

"I knew I should bring you here more, and I'll get to know you later." Song Yu said without any response.

"No, you, what does your father do?" Cheng Yan now wants to know something. He knows that Song Yu's family background may be good, but there is a difference between a rich businessman and a rich man.

"Finance, take care of his private enterprise bank." Song Yu said: "I also do other messy things, but they are not as good as banks, so it can be regarded as the main business."

"It's amazing," Cheng Yan said, "So your study of finance is also influenced by your father?"

"Half of it, mainly because I am more interested in it myself," Song Yudao: "When I was young, I listened to him talking about those professional terms every day, and I heard him talk about some things in the financial circle. He had some influence on my choice."

"So what's your relationship with your dad?"

"It's better than my mother," Song Yu recalled: "My mother was more powerful when she was young, and she had the final say in the family. My father was devoted to his career, and he didn't interfere in family affairs, so..."

So Song Yu's suffering was not stopped, his father knew about it, but because of his wife's strength, he was devoted to his family and he just turned a blind eye.

Cheng Yan held his wrist, and the tension in his heart eased a little, Song Yu turned around and smiled lightly: "I'm fine, it's all over."

The two entered the house.

From the outside, Cheng Yan knew that the inside should be quite a spectacular scene, and it turned out that it was indeed the case. The living room was resplendent and magnificent, the tables and chairs were made of high-end materials and furniture, the bright flower arrangements by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the gorgeous crystal lamps on the ceiling, and the hangings on the walls. The famous art paintings prove that this is a home where wealthy businessmen and intellectuals lived together.

The floor-to-ceiling bookshelf is full of spotless books, the floor is polished and polished, and can be used as a mirror. I don’t know if it’s because there are guests coming today, or I care about cleaning. Everything seems to have just been cleaned up. The environment in the villa It is much more magnificent than it looks from the outside, and this is where Song Yu lived since he was a child.

Cheng Yan suddenly felt that everything was in harmony. A person's temperament is not accidental. Family has a great influence on a person. My mother always said that Song Yu has the style of a noble son. To put it more vulgarly, it is the temperament of a rich man. , can be explained now, because he is a real rich second generation, his father is a financier, and his mother is an educator. How bad can he be?Even without his mother's extreme education, Song Yu would not be bad, Cheng Yan firmly believed.

"Are you back?" Cheng Yan was looking around the living room. Someone was talking on the stairs. He turned his head and looked over. A woman dressed intellectually stood there, looking at them gently.

"Mom, Cheng Yan." Song Yu introduced.

She is Song Yu's mother, and it's not the first time Cheng Yan has seen her, but the gentle and caring look in Song's mother's eyes makes Cheng Yan feel a little off, the sharp eyes she saw in the video are not like now, The woman in the video is young and talented, but her eyes are as sharp as eagles. Compared with that, Cheng Yan prefers this kind of kind and gentle temperament.

Mother Song rolled up her hair and wore a Hepburn-style long black dress. She is not old-fashioned in her 40s, but she has a graceful figure. It is not too much to say that she is 20 years old. She has too much intellectual aura, like the one in the movie The famous socialite daughter, every frown and smile is full of elegance.

"Hello, Auntie." Cheng Yan bowed his head slightly to express his politeness, he vacillated between "Auntie" and "Auntie", and finally chose the former. He thought that Auntie would show more respect?He wasn't sure.Because Song's mother knew their relationship, it meant she knew herself. Cheng Yan didn't elaborate too much, and he would be lost if he said too much. He didn't know what type of person Song's mother liked, and his impression of her was still in the video. Sharp eyes, dare not make mistakes.

"Well," Mother Song responded lightly, and asked in a melodious voice, "Have you eaten yet?"

Song Yu replied: "Take him to eat by the side of the road."

Song's mother chuckled: "I'm asking him, look at you, he took all the words away."

Song Yu smiled at Song's mother, the atmosphere between mother and son was not tense, as Song Yu said, they got closer in the past two years.

Mother Song stepped forward and asked Cheng Yan to sit down, and the three of them sat down. Mother Song asked, "What do you want for lunch? I'll let my aunt at home prepare it."

Cheng Yan was careful to make himself look less nervous. He slowed down his speech so that his voice would not tremble and lose his composure, "I can do it, just eat whatever you want, don't treat me as a guest."

"Of course I can't treat you as a guest." Mother Song looked at Song Yu and said, "From now on, I will be my child, so it's better not to be restrained."

Cheng Yan was embarrassed, did Song's mother see it?He is nervous, is it because of this that he said this to make him relax?Cheng Yan didn't know what to respond to, but just smiled.

Song's mother raised her hand and said, "Song Yu, you tell auntie to do something good, and let auntie prepare in advance, your father will come back at noon, it's not too early now."

"Then you talk," Song Yu stood up, walked around to Cheng Yan before leaving, covered his head with his palm, and asked in a low voice, "Can you?"

Cheng Yan nodded: "Well, you go."

He is not so timid.

Song Yu rubbed his hair and left from the two of them.

Mother Song saw the small movements of the two of them, poured tea, and handed it to Cheng Yan: "Don't be nervous, I don't eat people."

Cheng Yan took the teacup, thanked him, and said frankly, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

Mother Song smiled and said, "Why are you so careful with your words? You don't look like a college student anymore, but you seem a bit old-fashioned, and it's not cute to be too restrained."

Cheng Yan rubbed the teacup in his hand, feeling ashamed, "I heard that you are an educator, so..."

So I was even more nervous, afraid that if I said something bad, it would bring crisis to my relationship with Song Yu.

"Educators are human beings too," Mother Song said, "But it's all in the past, and I haven't done it a long time ago."

This Song Yu never said, Cheng Yan asked: "Aren't you going to do it?"

Song's mother said: "Well, I have been doing it for many years, and I just stopped a few years ago. What an educator, don't call me that."

They successfully opened the topic box.

Cheng Yan asked: "Is it because of something not going well at work?" Because of this topic, Cheng Yan was not nervous anymore, as if he was chatting with a woman who had gone through vicissitudes.

"No," Mother Song's eyelashes drooped, the temperature of the cup couldn't warm her fingertips, "I just don't think I'm suitable for this industry."

Education is such a big deal. It is something that every parent in the world needs and cares about. A correct education method can cultivate talents, and a wrong education method can also cause many families to be separated.

Cheng Yan remembers the arrogance of the young mother Song in the video. It can be said that she has written many books on education and accepted many interviews. She is very confident in front of the camera, and she will say "not suitable "This sentence?

"Just talk about me, let's talk about you," Mother Song said, "How about it, are you okay with Song Yu?"

Cheng Yan said softly, "Well, he treats me very well."

In this regard, Cheng Yan will not deny that Song Yu treats him very well, much better than what he thought of when he was together before.

"He's always been quite cold, you should feel it when you're with him," Song's mother said, "When he was a child, he was very purposeful, so strong that he lacked empathy, and he was indifferent to the people around him. It's better, I think it should be after getting to know you."

"I'm not that powerful," Cheng Yan thought of Tan Tingting's incident. He firmly believed that Song Yu in his eyes was the real one. "He's not cold, but he likes to suppress many emotions and doesn't like to mention them."

"But he likes to mention you to me." Mother Song still feels lucky when she thinks about it. "I have a close relationship with him now, and half of it is your credit. Sometimes I can't imagine that he didn't meet you. How bad he would be."

If she was thoughtful, she might be thinking of the bad past again.

Cheng Yan lowered his head and folded his hands together, waiting for Song's mother to calm down.

Mother Song sighed, then restored her smile, and asked Cheng Yan: "Do your parents agree to you being with him?"

"Not yet." Cheng Yan had already thought of the result, "My mother...may be a little surprised."

"The accident is okay, I'm just afraid they won't accept it," Song's mother said, "Your family is different from ours, and I'm not a particularly open person. When I first heard that you were together, his father and I were not particularly acceptable. , but his father and I owe him a lot, and we don't want to ask for anything more, I just hope that Song Yu can get closer to us in the future, and live a happier life in the future, and it doesn't matter if we like boys or girls."

Cheng Yan pursed his lips.

"He really likes you, and there is a smile in his eyes when he mentions you," Mother Song sighed, "You don't have to be afraid of me, and don't be nervous about his father, we have one thing to ask of you, you can talk to me Shall I come?"

Song's mother stood up, and Cheng Yan followed her and also stood up, saying politely: "Of course."

Mother Song took him out of the living room and into a small room. It was a complete study room. It was a bit dark without the lights on. It was almost a closed space without windows. There were many books piled up in the room, ranging from history to Science, from humanities to heaven and earth, all the works of China Overseas are included.

Mother Song took a book from the bookshelf, it was covered with dust, she gently wiped the dust with her pale fingers, her eyes were infinitely sad, "This is what I wrote before."

Cheng Yan walked over and took the book that Song's mother handed him, and saw the word "education" on the cover of the book, and Song's mother's real name was signed on it.

"This is the method I used to educate Song Yu, my experience, and the result he gave me. I compiled it into a book, and the sales in the market are very good."

Cheng Yan didn't know what she wanted to express.

Song's mother said slowly: "But I realized later that I was wrong. This is not a book that can be sold. It will ruin a child's life."

The book in his hand was heavy, and Cheng Yan turned a page, which was attractive enough in terms of content.

——How to make children obedient within three seconds.

— Punishment necessary for educating children.

——The parent's correct response when the child does something wrong.

——Should there be corporal punishment?

- Become a parent with a sense of authority.

—The child must be afraid of you.

The title has the desire to read, why?Literati are the best at playing this game, and this book in Cheng Yan's hand is still a refined version.

"Why... give me this all of a sudden?" Cheng Yan raised his head, he didn't understand Song's mother's intention.

I just heard the other party explain: "I want you to know more about Song Yu, I want you to know what Song Yu has experienced since childhood, I hope you can understand his sometimes extreme, he should have told you that his own some problems……"

Song's mother became secretive, as if she didn't dare to speak.

Cheng Yan followed her words and said, "I know."

Mother Song nodded: "Did he mention it to you?"

Cheng Yan said: "Yes, but I'm not afraid."

Mother Song said: "Then he told you that this psychological problem may not be cured in a lifetime?"

Cheng Yan didn't respond, he didn't know.

Song's mother said: "I'm not sure, I'm just worried that the damage our family has done to him may take a lifetime to heal, and it may not be cured at all. He likes you very much. If you end with him, I can't imagine what will happen to him."

"I'm not going to end up with him..."

"Of course that's good," Song's mother said, "but I want to be just in case, right? I give you this book because I hope you will read his sad experience and hope that when he does something bad. Be tolerant, he doesn't want to, he can't control it, he won't really want to hurt you, so..."

"I know what you mean," Cheng Yan held the book and interrupted Song's mother's worry. He put the book back, looked at Song's mother and said, "If I'm really afraid of him, it's the first time he treats me like this." Then I left him."

"Did he do this to you?"

"No, it's very small, not very serious." Cheng Yan remembered his painful first time, it was terrifying, it was the first time Song Yu vented his emotions on him, "I made it through."

Mother Song's eyebrows and eyes were more worried.

Cheng Yan was silent for a while, and said, "Auntie, maybe you think my next words are narcissistic, but I want to say it."

"You don't need to worry about the relationship between me and him, and you don't need to worry too much about the harm caused to him when he was a child. His psychological problems will gradually get better, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't get better. I can bear it. I want to be with him without hesitation. He is forgetting about his childhood and trying to get close to you. I want to work hard with him. We don’t guarantee that we can do well, but if we have support, I believe everything will be fine. Instead of worrying , why not work hard with us, what do you think?"

Mother Song didn't reply for a long time. She didn't think the words were narcissistic. She just saw the vigor and confidence on the young man's face. They seemed to be moving forward bravely. This is the charm that many people gradually forget on the road after they grow up.

"Children speak naively. It's true," Mother Song added, "But I like your naivety, and I'm willing to be naive once. I believe that Song Yu can be good, and I believe that we will gradually get closer. I believe in you Is this kind of support enough to make it to the end?"

Cheng Yan and Song's mother looked at each other, the tension when they came was blown away in the soft wind, the sharp eyes were replaced by gentleness, the boy's face was immature and fair, with the purest heart in the world.

"I was wrong," Mother Song whispered softly, as if she wasn't talking to Cheng Yan, but was she talking to her former self?"My education was a failure," she said.

Cheng Yan listened to her self-ashamedness and didn't try to comfort her. People always have to admit their mistakes, otherwise they will never make progress, stand still, and harm others and themselves.

"Mom, Dad is back." Song Yu's voice came from outside, but no one could be found.

"Go out." Mother Song said.

Cheng Yan came out first, and when he saw Song Yu, he took the initiative to walk over, holding Song Yu's arm, followed by Song's mother, Song Yu sized him up and said, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Yan said: "Speak ill of you."

Song Yuxi listened attentively: "I'll listen."

Cheng Yan said: "I won't tell you."

There was movement in the living room, Song Yu's father came back, the family gathered together and had a harmonious lunch.

"Is there class tomorrow?" Father Song asked.He is very handsome, and he can be said to be a talented woman with Song's mother, but he does not look as dignified as Song's mother. If Cheng Yan has never heard of it, he will definitely think Song's father is the head of the family.

"Class." Song Yu replied.

Father Song advanced the plan and said, "Then I'll take you out for a stroll in the afternoon."

Where will the rich businessman take his son?It should be interesting to think about it. Cheng Yan is willing to join this ranks. His boyfriend is a rich second generation, so he can't find it, so he hugged his thigh tightly.

This trip to a wealthy family, he stepped on it.

The author says:

Majestic Father Song: What gift to buy for Cheng Cheng——