Author: March Tangmo

Shao Linfeng, who had been living an American schedule recently, got up in the morning for the first time.

His room was fully equipped with all facilities. He made himself a cup of coffee first, sat on a high stool by the island, and drank coffee while reading the manuscript he had stayed up late to write.

When he wrote it last night, it was smooth and silky. But when he read it now, it was full of nonsense. He didn't even have the desire to modify it, so he simply deleted it with one click and drank the coffee in the cup impatiently. The night he stayed up last night was in vain.

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Shao Linfeng's bedroom was on the first floor and had excellent sound insulation. It wasn't until he turned on the loud rock music that Aunt Rong, who was cleaning outside the door, heard the sound.

She didn't ask, and continued mopping the floor after a brief pause.

After a while, Shao Linfeng opened the door and came out. He looked decadent and lazy, wearing a pure white home clothes and a black robe. His hair should have been cut long ago, and he was too lazy to go out, letting it grow until it pierced his eyes.

The house was too quiet, as it had been before, but Shao Linfeng soon noticed something was wrong.

"Where's Xiaochan?" What's wrong is naturally that there is one more person in the family than before.

Aunt Rong straightened up, holding her waist with one hand and holding the mop rod with the other: "Do you remember that there are guests at home? Xiaochan went to school early in the morning."

"Going to school?" Shao Linfeng was confused.

"I knew you were busy and forgot that today is the day she returns to school."

Shao Linfeng frowned, realizing his carelessness, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes. Although Ye Peiyong said that his niece was very sensible and worry-free, and did not require him to think too much, since he agreed to take her in, there was no way he could just let her go.

It's just that he hasn't adapted to the existence of another person in his life, so he ignored her.

Shao Linfeng sat down and picked up a collection of essays from the coffee table. He heard Aunt Rong ask: "Are you hungry? Do you need to cook something for you?"

"I'm really hungry." Shao Linfeng laughed.

"I knew it." Aunt Rong dropped the mop and went to the kitchen to wash her hands and cook.

Shao Linfeng first drank the soup that Aunt Rong made the night before, and asked about Liang Chan: "How did Xiaochan get to school in the morning? Did they send a car?"

Aunt Rong unconsciously showed distressed eyes: "I called the driver, but she stopped me. The child insisted on taking the bus by himself."

Aunt Rong glanced at him and hesitated to speak, not knowing whether to say something or not.

"Just tell me what you want to say." As Shao Linfeng drank the soup, he caught her hesitant look from the corner of his eye.

"Don't blame me for talking too much." With his approval, Aunt Rong said what was in her heart, "Little girls of this age are sensitive and fragile. It is inevitable that they will act based on the host's face. If you don't show concern, you will just

I'm afraid that she will be more cautious in the future, and she will be prone to psychological problems in the long run. She is a senior in high school, and the pressure brought by the college entrance examination is already great."

It was quite a long conversation, but Shao Linfeng did not interrupt. He raised his head when she finished speaking, his eyes were calm, and he seemed to have no intention of expressing his opinion.

Aunt Rong knew his temperament, and he didn't like others to dictate his life, otherwise he wouldn't have moved from Beicheng to Yicheng, just to avoid the gossip of the old man at home.

"Look at me, you are a scholar and know more than me. Why do you need me to remind you?" Aunt Rong found a step for herself.

Shao Linfeng looked at Aunt Rong's back as she went to the kitchen, thinking about what she had just said.

*

I have evening self-study at 30pm, and the last bus is at 10:30.

After the bell rang, Liang Chan picked up her schoolbag and walked out of the classroom sullenly under the strange looks of others. With a new address, she had to rush to the bus stop to go back early.

As she walked out of the school gate, the exaggerated exclamations of the boys reached her ears.

"Holy shit, that's a Rolls-Royce, is there a rich second generation of this level in our school?"

"We'll find out who sits on it."

"I really want to sit in and have a good time."

"Go to bed early tonight, your dreams will come true hahahaha."

Liang Chan didn't care about the luxury car, so she turned left without raising her head and ran towards the bus stop faster. The 409 bus passed through many stops, and it would be bad if it was full of passengers and she couldn't squeeze in.

The consequence of not looking at the road is to bump into someone else.

Liang Chan covered her forehead and raised her eyes. It was a middle-aged man with a kind face. He said with a smile: "Is this Miss Liang Chan? The gentleman asked me to take you home."

The middle-aged man raised his finger in the direction of a very expensive-looking car—the Rolls-Royce that the boys called it.

Liang Chan didn't want to be someone else's gossip. She had enough gossip, and adding one more would probably crush her to death.

The middle-aged man seemed to understand her resistance and said Shao Linfeng's name: "Sir, I'm waiting for you in the car."

Astonishment flashed across Liang Chan's face, and she bravely got into the car.

In the peripheral vision, the boys' jaws dropped in shock.

The driver didn't lie to her. Shao Linfeng was sitting in the back seat, leaning on the backrest and closing his eyes to meditate. On the roof of the car was a beautiful starry sky, covering the man's handsome face, like a sacred and inviolable god.

Liang Chan only glanced at it and then withdrew her eyes, holding her schoolbag without making a sound of intrusion.

After the car started, Shao Linfeng opened his tired eyes and looked at the little girl beside him. In his impression, high school girls wear ponytails, but the one in front of him had long black hair that almost covered the entire body.

With your face open, won't it block your view while doing homework?

Shao Linfeng coughed lightly.

Like a frightened bird, Liang Chan trembled, loosened her biting lips, and took the initiative to say hello: "Hello, Mr. Shao."

"Hmm." Shao Linfeng thought of something and chuckled, "Why don't you call me Uncle Shao?"

Liang Chan didn't look at him and said truthfully: "Uncle doesn't let me call you that."

Wasn't he there at the time? When she called him Uncle Shao, his uncle said that she had no eyesight.

Shao Linfeng, however, acted as if he was not present and asked curiously: "Why didn't your uncle let me go?"

This question was not difficult to answer. Liang Chan said word by word: "Uncle thinks you are too young, so you call me old." She added, "I think so too."

She has celebrated her eighteenth birthday and is an adult, not a child. It is not appropriate to call a man under thirty years old uncle.

Shao Linfeng clenched one hand into a fist and put it against his chin. His laughter was like a gentle drizzle: "This classmate, are you used to not looking at others when you speak?"

Not only did she not look at anyone, she also sat motionless. He felt like he was talking to a puppet.

Liang Chan was startled, and quickly raised her eyes to look at him, then lowered her head and combed her hair a few times with her fingers to cover her left cheek.

She moved very quickly, but she did not escape Shao Linfeng's sharp eyes. He narrowed his dark eyes and straightened his sitting posture: "What's wrong with your face?"

Liang Chan's voice was as low as the dust: "It's okay, you saw it wrong."

"Raise your head and take your hands away." Shao Linfeng's tone was cold, and an undeniable aura was instantly revealed, making people subconsciously want to surrender to him.

Liang Chan was stubborn and didn't listen to him.

Shao Linfeng lost his patience: "Liang Chan."

He stopped calling her Xiaochan, and sounded like he was angry, although there was no hint of anger on his expression.

How could Liang Chan dare to disobey him? He was the benefactor who took her in. After a few seconds of ideological struggle, she slowly straightened her neck and turned her head to face him, exposing her entire face to his sight.

Shao Linfeng raised his eyebrows: "How did you do it?"

The left side of her face was red and swollen, with finger marks, and the corner of her mouth was cut and scabbed, leaving some traces.

Liang Chan clenched her fingers, unable to speak: "Can you please stop asking?" Her eyes were pleading, like a stray dog ​​digging through trash cans on the roadside.

Shao Linfeng thought that he needed to clarify one fact with her: "Your uncle's intention in entrusting you to me is that I will temporarily act as your guardian. I have the right to know what happened to you in school."

Liang Chan wants to say that I am over 18 years old and do not need a guardian.

But how could she say such words? It was too ignorant. She chose to keep her mouth shut.

Shao Linfeng called her name again, his voice deepened two degrees: "Liang Chan."

Liang Chan took a deep breath, feeling the overwhelming majesty of Mount Tai, and murmured: "I was beaten by a classmate because of a personal grudge."

"The teacher doesn't care?"

"The teacher doesn't know."

"You have a big mouth and you don't know how to complain?" Shao Linfeng pressed, "Tell me, why did that classmate hit you?"

Liang Chan was forced to an emotional breakdown, her eyes quickly filled with tears, and her voice was choked with sobs: "I, I don't want to say whether it's okay..."

Shao Linfeng was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickering as if he was at a loss. He didn't expect that he would make someone cry after just a few questions.

Fortunately, the car stopped and they arrived home.

Aunt Rong was waiting in the living room, preparing a rich and nutritious supper for the senior high school students. When she heard the sound of cars stopping in the yard, she quickly opened the door to greet her: "Xiaochan is back, isn't it cold?"

Liang Chan shook his head and wiped away his tears, but his eyes were still red.

Aunt Rong was frightened: "Why are you crying?"

After finishing her words, she looked at the man behind her. His black woolen coat made him tall and straight, and he looked cold and ruthless under the cover of the night. On the contrary, he had a slightly panicked look on his face.

"Xiaochan, I didn't mean it." He shouted to the girl in front of him.

Aunt Rong: "..."

Liang Chan paused for a moment and her mood relaxed a little. Looking back on her actions just now, she felt a little embarrassed. She shouldn't have lost her temper with him: "It's not your fault, it's my own problem."

Shao Linfeng entered the room and came to her. Seeing that she didn't cry anymore, he breathed a sigh of relief: "What's the phone number of your class teacher?"

Liang Chan raised her head: "Why do you ask this?"

Shao Linfeng said seriously: "My child is being bullied, and I have to ask the teacher for an explanation."

Liang Chan's heart trembled suddenly, and she stared blankly at this man she had known for only two days, and she didn't recover for a long time. She had forgotten how long it had been since she had been unconditionally trusted and supported by someone.

"What if..." Liang Chan looked at him and said without confidence, "What if it's my problem?"

Shao Linfeng thought very simply: "No matter whose problem it is, it was wrong for the other party to take action. I need to apologize to you."

Liang Chan shook her head: "But it's true that I was sorry for her, and she deserved to hit me. I owe her this."

Shao Linfeng didn't understand, and his expression was a little confused, but Liang Chan didn't want to explain: "Forget it."

Just because she said forget it doesn't mean she really gave it up. After she finished her midnight snack and went upstairs to do her homework, Shao Linfeng called Ye Peiyong in Germany and got the cell phone number of Liang Chan's class teacher.

After Aunt Rong watched, she smiled happily, acting like a parent.
Chapter completed!