Chapter 7           No one is you (3)

The last heavy rain in late summer of 2004 was the first thunderstorm night in Qinlou's life without going crazy.

The devil who came out of the nightmare hell of memory roared and wandered unwillingly in front of his window, trying to drag him into the abyss of despair and fear again and again, but every time another voice blocked his ears—

The voice said, "I'm here."

Qin Lou could not count how many times Song Shu said that night, probably more than what she said before, adding up, over and over again, never getting tired of it.

It was also his first sleep without nightmares. Somewhere else appeared in his dream - it was no longer the abandoned and dilapidated backyard, no longer the dark metal buckets that could eat people, no longer the devil with children's faces waving iron rods and hitting him, no longer the nightmare of a thunderstorm night that he tore apart, including himself, could not escape.

For the first time he dreamed of outside the front door of the orphanage, where there was a soft lawn. He lay on it, the sunlight sootheed every inch of burning wound on his body, and the warm light hugged him.

Although the injuries on the body are very painful, even if you move a little, you will tear the wound and get bleeding.

But he still reached out and hugged his light tightly.

He didn't want to let go even if he died.

--I am here.

——Then please stay there and never leave.

"There is a strange girl next to the young master of the Qin family."

——Two years after Song Shu moved into the Qin family, all the people related to the Qin family were rumored like this.

The girl is really strange because she is quiet, doesn't like to talk, and has no expression. The most important and strange thing is that she is not afraid of Qin Lou.

"She is not afraid of Qinlou" - everyone in the rumor should add this sentence, and it is best to raise the ending sound a little more, so that it is enough to show their inner shock.

In fact, the servants in Qinlou's house knew better: Song Shu could not describe Qinlou as "not afraid"?

In the past two years, Qin Lou and Song Shu entered the affiliated junior high school of No. 2 Middle School together. Qin Lou became a "storm figure" whose reputation spread to the high school department in one or two days.

Reasons include and are not limited to:

Standing in the first row at the oath-taking ceremony when he was just admitted, "bathing" the spits of the colonel leader on the stage, he turned a sixth-level magic cube in his hand. After being pointed out by the unbearable teacher, he quickly recovered in a short time, and then put it in the hands of the girl next to him. The teacher was furious on the stage, and the boy grinned at the girl was photographed by the school newspaper reporter, and it was privately circulated throughout the school.

In the first mathematics class, from the derivation of "why the sum of the two sides of a triangle is greater than the third side, and the difference between the two sides is less than the third side" to "the rotational symmetry of triple integrals", and refuted the mathematics teacher to the red face and slam the door and left, the "victory fruit" that the students in the classroom did not understand but did not prevent them from jumping to the table to make a cheer...

There are countless such things.

So in the end, the school and the Qin family negotiated with each other. The school sincerely expressed the willingness of "Your child is so talented that we can't afford to be condescending when we come to our school." In exchange for Qin Lou's "win-win" result of not having to appear in the school except for the big exams and collective activities he is willing to participate in, but it does not prevent him from successfully obtaining his graduation certificate and being promoted to the high school department in the future.

The one who is most dissatisfied with this "win-win" result is probably the servants who dare not speak out in Qinlou's house.

The arrival of Song Shu made Qin Lou less moody and angry outbursts. Even on occasional thunderstorms, they no longer need to be afraid of those terrifying scenes and voices, but at the cost - as long as Song Shu is not in the house, for example, when he went to No. 2 Middle School to go to school, Qin Lou's emotions would be particularly prone to the explosion point.

For example today.

A black car suddenly braked in front of the house. He didn't even have time to turn into the parking space next to him. The servant who was waiting anxiously like an ant on the hot pan in front of the door had already rushed up.

The driver's seat door opened and the driver got out.

"Have you received it?"

"It's here." The driver was urged to open the rear door.

The girl with her schoolbag on her back stepped on the ground, and was grabbed by the servant, "You are finally back, and you are almost waiting to die."

"Teacher drags the class..."

Before the girl could finish a sentence, she was dragged into the house by the servant-

"I've been talking about these things for a long time now. My master has been struggling for a long time. You can tighten your mind now and go and 'help' quickly!"

“…”

When two backs disappeared from here, the driver who went to pick up Song Shu parked the car, and after getting off, he was still feeling a little scared.

He asked the person who built the lawn next to him, "Young Master is having trouble again today?"

The man smiled bitterly: "I've been standing here for a whole morning to repair the lawn, what do you think."

"Oh. Only Song Shu can cure his temper."

"It's true. If I leave this little ancestor, I really don't know that life will be too late."

"But Song Shu is Miss Bai's daughter after all, and it is impossible for him to stay with the young master forever. And even the youngest child always has to grow up. If she wants to leave one day in the future, the young master's personality will not be allowed-"

Speaking of this, the two looked at each other and silenced each other.

No one said the rest of the words.

When Song Shu stepped into the entrance of the outer building, a crisp sound of a vase falling to the ground was heard in the hall.

The servant who followed her shook.

Song Shu didn't react much. She blinked, her expression and movements were as usual, and she quietly changed her shoes and walked in.

The servant subconsciously wanted to pull her back, but then he quickly put down his hand.

Entering the hall, the ground was in a mess.

The servant who was standing in the corner of the wall, who wanted to stop him but didn't dare to stop him, saw Song Shu, and his eyes lit up like a savior. He tried his best to wink Song Shu.

Song Shu walked in.

She didn't ask or speak, and walked to the boy sitting on the armrest of the sofa before stopping. Then she took off her backpack, took out a sixth-level cube from it, and handed it to the boy.

The boy raised the other vase halfway up, and it was not right to smash it. He glanced at him with a tense face, his voice was hard.

"Didn't you see me getting angry?"

The girl did not answer and lifted the Rubik's Cube.

The servants in the corner looked at them with fear. Then they saw their young master stretching his handsome face for a few seconds, but they put down the vase and took the Rubik's Cube.

The servants breathed a sigh of relief.

The Rubik's Cube rolled up and there was a sound in the living room.

Song Shu looked down at the handrail where Qin Lou was sitting. She also sat sideways, quietly lowering her eyes to Qin Lou playing with the Rubik's Cube, while asking in a silence: "Why are you angry?"

"..." Rubik's Cube got stuck and turned again, "He wants me to jump to high school."

"He" refers to Mr. Qin Liang and Qin, and he knows it without explaining Song Shu.

Song Shu asked: "Don't you want to go?"

"Of course I don't want to."

"Why?"

Qin Lou didn't rush to answer. He frowned and raised his head, looked at her, then lowered his head and continued to turn the Rubik's Cube, "Because you are in junior high school."

"You can't go to school."

"..." The Rubik's Cube was stuck again. And the people who played it this time tried a little too hard, and it seemed that they almost unscrewed the sixth-level Rubik's Cube with low structural strength.

The servants in the corner held their breath again, and they almost passed away with their backs in a hurry.

This is why Song Shu dared to tell the truth in front of their young master. He would probably be able to carry it out on the spot if he was the other person.

Not only was Song Shu not carried out, but when Qin Lou stopped, she also poked the Rubik's Cube with her fingertips.

The little face still has a blank expression and the tone is the same.

“Too slow.”

Either complain or tablet, tablets can be so annoying.

"That's faster than you." The boy sneered, "I haven't learned it for several years, so I'm so stupid."

After mocking him, the boy with a very poor attitude turned around and frowned and accelerated his recovery. He was so obedient that he didn't even realize it.

Song Shu was not angry at all when he heard this, and nodded expressionlessly with his little face tense, "Because you are smart, Grandpa Qin asked you to go to the high school department."

——One of the biggest progress of Song Shu, who has been in the Qin family for two years, is that he can call people.

Qin Lou: "I won't go there."

Song Shu thought about it.

"Well. Then I won't go."

The servants in the corner: "…"

Fortunately, Song Shu was just here to comfort him, not to convince him. Otherwise, Mr. Qin would probably have something wrong with his anger.

The Rubik's Cube recovered, and the boy's emotions were also restrained. The servants relaxed from their tense state and began to clean up the mess in the living room.

Qin Lou and Song Shu went upstairs together.

“—”

"What are you calling her?" The young man suddenly turned his head and frowned and asked the servant who spoke.

"Book,?"

"Who told you to call her like that?"

"..." The servant was choked and smiled awkwardly for a while, "We have always called her this for more than two years."
To be continued...