I'm not unlucky at all

Song Xing held the paper box with a dazed expression.

The box is a cake box, and the cake is placed inside.

He pulled off the flower belt on the box, revealing the pattern printed on the box.

Gorgeous rose branches are alternately entwined with dense words of love, and directly above the box, the words "iloveyou, dear" are written in beautiful cursive English in dark brown.

Pointing to the English words on the box, Song Xing looked complicated, "Mr. Song?"

030 In Song Xing's mind, he said cheaply, "Wow, it's so romantic."

Song Wenlu saw it too, a little astonishment flashed in his pitch-black pupils, and he regained his composure.

"Aren't you going to take it apart?" He glanced at the English on the box, clicked on the lighter, and explained helplessly, "There's only one cake left in the shop next door, let's just make it."

Song Xing put his hands on the lid of the box and lowered his eyes to take the cake box apart.

Inside the cake box is a heart-shaped cake, cumbersome and romantic pink cream flowers are framed on the edge of the cake, surrounded by a circle of cream roses, on the cake two delicate little swans cross their necks to form a heart shape, and under the swan wings are written with strawberry jam "I love you" in English.

030 said enviously, "It's so beautiful."

Song Xing held the cake box and looked up: "Why did Mr. Song buy me a cake?"

Song Wenlu said, "Isn't today your birthday?"

Song Xing said with downcast eyes: "It's me."

Song Wenlu said, "Then light the candles."

The cake flower belt is tied with a knife and fork and candles for cutting the cake. Although it is a couple cake, the owner still prepared a birthday hat thoughtfully.

A simple cut crown, very poor quality.

Clumsily buttoning up the little crown from head to tail, Song Wenlu put it on Song Xing's head.

Crooked and kind of funny.

He glanced at Song Xing, and inserted a candle in the center of the cake.

The lights in the car were not turned on, and the blue and yellow sparks on the lighter illuminated the faces of the two of them.

The dim yellow light pierced through the darkness, and the place where light and dark alternated was warm and harmonious. The small candle was lit, and the candle swayed and dripped wax oil, which disappeared into the cream.

Song Wenlu urged, "Come and make a wish."

Song Xing hugged the cake, thought for a while and said, "I hope the coming year will be safe and sound, and I hope Mr. Song will be the same."

The wish was very simple, Song Wenlu gently looked into the serious eyes of the young man, couldn't help a smile from the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your good words."

After a pause, the man said again: "Xiaolu, happy birthday."

The candle was blown out in one breath, the warm twilight in the car dissipated, and the pointer clicked to zero.

A new day begins.

Birthday cakes have to be shared, and it is not auspicious if you do not move.

030 waited anxiously for Song Xing to feed him. Song Xing cut the cake into small pieces and handed it to the man first: "Mr. Song."

His technique is very good, a complete rose decoration is not damaged by him, and the pink cream flower has a sweet fragrance.

I don't know if it's because he ate less at night, Song Wenlu is not addicted to sweets, but he ate a whole piece of cake, still a little bit unsatisfied.

Song Xing cut another piece for himself, and 030 happily sang a birthday song to Song Xing.

I don’t know when a song was played in the car. The soft female voice was gentle, and the lyrics flowed out slowly, as if they were telling a touching story and good memories.

Romantic and elegant.

Song Xing liked this song very much, and the corners of her raised lips were covered with cream.

The six-inch cake is not big, and the two quickly finished it.

The car turned around and drove towards Tongzilou. Song Xing quickly got out of the car with the cake box and the remaining paper bag in his hand.

"Mr. Song, be careful on the road." He waved to the man outside the car.

Song Wenlu was sitting in the car. He turned on the headlights to illuminate the road in front of Tongzilou. He tilted his head and said to Song Xing, "Go up."

Song Xing pursed her lips, with a rare dimple on the corner of her mouth: "Then Mr. Song, goodbye."

"Wait." Song Wenlu called out again.

Song Xing stopped and looked back.

I don't know when the man opened the car door and got out.

He frowned and walked into Song Xing, his gaze fell on the boy's wrist holding the cake box.

It was hard to see clearly at night, Song Wenlu let go of a casual glance and found that there was a circle of bruises on the young man's thin wrist, which was especially eye-catching under the light.

Cursing Song Wenyan inwardly, Song Wenlu clasped Song Xing's arm and pulled it up to take a closer look, with a slightly lower tone: "How did you do it here?"

Song Xing looked up at the man in astonishment.

Song Wenlu pursed his lips tightly and looked back at Song Xing.

He sensed that there seemed to be something wrong with him, but he couldn't tell.

It's like a psychopath, paying too much attention to teenagers.

He tugged at the corner of his mouth, put down Song Xing's hand, and asked Song Xing without much explanation, "Is there any pharmacy nearby?"

Song Xing looked at the man silently, and said for a while, "There is a clinic."

In the clinic at night, the doctor does not attend the consultation, and the nurses leave work early.The girl at the front desk is on the day shift, and the evening shift is a young man. Song Xing had a relationship with this person once.

The pink hair on the opponent's head was shaved into a square inch, and the fluffy little leather jacket was replaced by a loose sportswear. The short black stubble hair looked energetic and lively.

When I arrived at the small clinic, the child was turning on an old radio, swinging his buttocks to the rhythm of the drum, tiptoeing, indulging and intoxicated.

Song Wenlu knocked on the counter, "Buy medicine."

The child raised his head, saw Song Wenlu's indifferent eyebrows, shrunk his neck, and saw Song Xing who was following him, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he shouted: "Little brother!"

Song Xing was a little surprised when he saw the child: "It's you."

The child blushed, and automatically ignored the gloomy and dark pot-bottomed face in front of him, scratched his head and said to Song Xing, "You still remember me."

The last time the two met, they were still in their true colors. Suhang was drugged by the manager that day, and the child had dyed hair and hair. Not to mention the coquettishness, he even recommended himself to play tricks with Song Xing and fly together for free.

But seeing him this time, the other party has changed a lot.

"Are you here to buy medicine?" The child poked his head forward, and a small canine tooth was exposed at the corner of his curved mouth. "By the way, I have to pay you back the money from last time. Last time..." He touched Earlobe, Xiaoxiao didn't say any more.

Everyone has times when they have to. There are too many helpless things in the world. Song Xing understood it when she was very young.

A brand-new 100 yuan, the child carefully handed it to Song Xing: "I earned it myself." After speaking, he still puffed up his chest.

Very proud little look.

Song Xing laughed and put the money in his pocket.

"What kind of medicine are you here to buy?" The child turned on the radio, his eyes flickered back and forth between Song Wenlu and Song Xing, and before they could answer, he showed a mysterious smile as if suddenly enlightened.

Soon the child bent down from the counter, fumbled for a long time to find an ointment written in German, and then held it mysteriously and said: "The stock at the bottom of the box in the store is very useful. I don't give it to ordinary people. take."

Song Xing didn't know German, but Song Wenlu knew what this thing was.

The face at the bottom of the pot was so black that it was about to fall off. He pressed the ointment that the child took out, so that the boy behind him could not see it.

"Take it back, don't want this."

The child was startled, and the ointment in his hand fell on the counter.

Song Xing frowned: "Mr. Song?"

Song Wenlu rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and said to the child in a deep voice, "Take a Yunnan Baiyao that promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis."

The child still wanted to struggle, and stammered, "But the brand just now has good effects, and it's also expensive, not much more expensive." He also muttered softly, "Look at your human touch, why are you like this? pick."

Song Wenlu has good hearing, and when he heard it, the veins on his forehead almost popped out.

He really wanted to open the child's head to see what kind of yellow waste was filled in the other's little brain.

Just when Song Wenlu was staring at the child, Song Xing's voice suddenly broke in: "These two should be tied together."

Song Wenlu: "..."

After leaving the small clinic, Song Xing had an extra bag in his hand, and there were two ointments lying flat in it.

The night in the rental house was hot and dry, surrounded by earthen walls so that no wind could blow in, and it was uncomfortable to step into it as if entering a huge steamer.

Last time Song Wenlu only wandered in the corridor, but this time he went straight to the door.

The reason for his visit was also very simple and rude. He said that it was very late and he would not be able to rest for long after driving home now.

Song Xing naturally took the man home.

Song Wenlu put his hands in his pockets and looked at the small rental house for a while, frowning inadvertently.

Song Xun poured a glass of water for Song Wenlu: "There is only one bed in the room, I feel wronged that Mr. Song squeezed with me." He didn't mention making a bed on the floor, because there was only one bedding, and there was no extra bed.

Song Wenlu took a sip of water, walked to the only bed in the room where people could sit, and said to Song Xing, "Come here and I'll help you with the medicine."

Not only was Song Xing's wrist bruised and purple, but the wrist bone was also strangled with deep bloodstains. Thin and dense red spots fell on it, which was set off shockingly by the fair skin.

"Then trouble Mr. Song."

Song Wenlu pursed his lips into a straight line, took the Yunnan Baiyao from Song Xing's handbag, squeezed it on some of his injured wrists, rubbed it evenly for him and rubbed it, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Song Xing said, "It's okay."

Song Wenlu increased his strength and rubbed the bruise away: "What about this?"

Song Xing gasped in pain, and a little sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Patience a little." Song Wenlu's eyes flashed with distress, but the strength of his hands did not decrease, "I won't rub it for you now, and you will suffer tomorrow."

After hearing what he said, Song Xing finished rubbing one hand for the man, and then put on the other.

After going back and forth for about half an hour, when the medicine on the wrist was completely rubbed into the skin, Song Xing felt as if he was rolling in sweat.

He gasped lightly, excruciatingly painful, sweating hot and cold together, the bangs on his forehead were sticky to the skin, dripping sweat from the corners of his temples fell on the back of the man's unretracted hand, splashing a circle of ripples.