I'm not unlucky at all

With a plop, Lu Daliu's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys ached, and he ran to the trash can with the bag in his hand.

The trash can is made of wood, and there is a bag inside. It used to hold some cigarette ash, and now I have added some leftovers. It seems that it is not too dirty.

Picking his hands, Lu Daliu twisted and tied the bag and put it on the chair. After all, he was reluctant to spend the little money, so he wanted to pick a few clean meaty bones in the bucket and take them with him. Going back to feed the dog is also a big meal.

Thinking of this, Lu Daliu was a little jealous of the stray dog ​​that came to his residence every day to beg for food.

Dogs eat better than people.

After Song Wenlu finished throwing away the dishes, he handed the clean plate back to Song Xing.

He didn't see Lu Daliu bent down to pick at the trash can, and sat down on the chair next to Song Xing's seat, his nose moved slightly, his eyes fell on Song Xing and said, "How much wine have you drunk? I smell you It smells like alcohol."

Song Xing hadn't had four taels of baijiu in one night. He was not of a constitution that was easy to get drunk, and he didn't drink too much. Unless he opened his mouth to talk, few people would find out that he had drunk.

Song Xing knew that the man was drunk, so he said, "Mr. Song, I drank very little, and the smell is from you."

In terms of the smell of tobacco and alcohol, it is indeed strong on men, not only smoky, but also choking.

Song Wenlu didn't believe it, he frowned, propped one hand on the table, and put one hand on the back of Song Xing's chair, bent forward, leaned closer to Song Xing's jaw, raised his cold eyes to sniff Song Xing's chin .

Song Xing was taken aback for a moment: "Mr. Song."

"En?" Song Wenlu asked with a nasal voice.

He leaned closer to smell the young man's body. Indeed, the smell of alcohol was very light, and there was a refreshing soapy scent, which smelled good, um, much better than him.

Song Xing was stunned by the man for a while, and his reaction was a bit slow.

The man took the opportunity not to leave, raised his eyes to look at Song Xing's bright face, and suddenly said with a chuckle, "Little hairy boy."

The warm breath sprayed on the neck, and some goose bumps appeared on Song Xing's neck.

Stepping back a little to get away from the man, Song Xing frowned and said seriously: "I'm not young anymore."

Song Wenlu kept leaning forward, glanced casually at Song Xing's crotch, and said affirmatively, "Small."

Song Xing felt a tendon twitching in his forehead, even though he had a good temper, he couldn't help but said: "Mr. Song, are you playing drunk on me?"

Song Wenlu seemed to be in deep thought for three or four seconds, then nodded and said slowly, "...I'm drunk."

Song Xing choked, looking at the man with helplessness in his eyes.

030 As early as Song Xing's head laughed like a daisy: "Comrade Song Xing, you also have today."

The original body's masculine features are slightly weaker, and the hair growth is not vigorous, even very sparse.

Lu Yuan's physique should be the smooth skin that many girls would envy. Not only is there no tough stubble on his face, even some fine fluff is almost hard to see.

When Song Xing looked in the mirror for the first time, he thought that the original body hadn't developed well, but from the memory of the original body, he saw that Lu's father and big brother Lu Rover had the same physique, and then realized that it was actually heredity.

At this time, Lu Daliu packed the ribs in the garbage bag into his pocket, put them separately on another chair, and wiped his hands with a napkin.

As soon as he turned his eyes, he saw Song Wenlu and Song Xing together.

"Xiaolu, what are you doing with Mr. Song?"

"Didn't do anything." Song Xing glanced at the man who straightened his back, turned his head and asked Lu Da Liu, "Brother Liu, have you cleaned up?"

Lu Daliu picked up three or four bags, weighed them heavily, and said contentedly, "Okay, okay, there's still some soup left, let's use a spoon, it's hard to handle, forget it."

Song Xing said, "Anything is fine."

In a blink of an eye, the three of them walked out of the private room together. Song Wenlu walked in front, his aura was very bluffing, there was no trace of drunkenness in his cold and indifferent eyes, his words were few and solemn, and every step seemed to be walking on the red road leading to an important meeting. on the blanket.

Later, Song Xing and Lu Daliu became more ordinary.

Especially Lu Daliu was dangling the little food in a plastic bag, and the waiter was still covering his mouth and giggling when others walked by, thinking where did this come from? The dishes were packed and taken away.

They never thought that going out for a meal by themselves would be the same as being fussy and picky, wishing to pick out some faults in the restaurant's dishes so that the boss would give them a waiver.

They are all ordinary people, who made a joke of whom?

At this time, a scream at the end of the corridor attracted the attention of everyone in the corridor on the third floor.

Song Xing and Lu Daliu both heard it.

Picking his ears and eyes, Lu Daliu hesitated and said, "Is there a woman calling? Is something wrong?"

Song Xing shook his head: "I don't know."

They are not familiar with this place, they can hear the woman's cry, but they can't see the person.

But within a few steps, the woman's screams became closer.

Soon, staggering steps, the young girl with a pale complexion was so angry that she appeared in the corridor clutching her handbag. Behind her was a man pulling, not only entangled, but also moved his feet.

Lu Daliu saw it, wanted to move, but didn't.

If this kind of thing had happened in the village, he would have thrown up a hundred bricks to save the beauty for the hero.

It can be seen that the words "be brave" and "hero save the beauty" have a prerequisite. The first is that you have to face the anal, and the second is that you have to have the capital to become a hero.

Putting it in the village, Lu Daliu dared to draw his sword and shout injustice, but he couldn't do it in his true colors.

This building is full of unidentified big shots, and he is just a jobless vagrant who has just been fired, meddling in his own business, looking for death, isn't he?

What Lu Daliu understands, others naturally understand. The people coming and going all over the floor, none of them stepped forward to intervene, so they should be invisible.

Song Xing frowned and looked ahead, suddenly, the man standing in front of him turned sideways, blocking his entire view.

Song Xing raised his eyes.

Song Wenlu lowered his eyes.

The two looked at each other, and Song Wenlu said, "Kids don't watch this."

Song Xing: "..." There is no end to it.

Beside him, the man pestering the young girl was Song Wenyan, and the one being pestered was Huang Shanshan.

"Shanshan, stop making trouble." Song Wenyan followed behind Huang Shanshan, not wanting her to go any further, so he grabbed Huang Shanshan's wrist and pretended to reach out to wipe the tears from the corners of Huang Shanshan's eyes.

Huang Shanshan's eyeliner was already dizzy, Song Wenyan smeared her black hands, and her movements stopped short.

"Song Wenyan, let me go!" Huang Shanshan said struggling.

Song Wenyan said: "Shanshan, you go back to the private room with me first."

Huang Shanshan didn't listen to him, she just thought about what she saw just now, and she was about to explode with anger.

She tried her best to calm down, staring at Song Wenyan's face and asked him, "How many photos of that kind do you still have?"

Song Wenyan said: "There are many, and you are very sexy in every picture."

Huang Shanshan's eyes widened suddenly, her movements froze suddenly, and she was almost about to be pissed off by this man's shamelessness.

But at least she is the daughter of the mayor's family, Huang Shanshan is not really afraid of Song Wenyan, but she was posed nude by a man, is she really going to be held in his hands and wait to die?

nonexistent.

Miss Huang Shanshan's temper came up, and she still couldn't swallow this breath. Regardless of whether it was a photo or not, whether it was naked or wrapped, she just threw the square bag in her hand on Song Wenyan's face.

Song Wenyan didn't dodge, and a column of blood fell from his nose.

Four or five meters away from them, Song Wenlu looked up at the two of them with a cold and blurred expression.

Lu Daliu also watched, and saw that the two were fighting, so he preached to Song Xing in the tone of someone who had come over: "Lu, brother, let me tell you, this young couple is not dating like these two people. The separation is definitely not far away. I think back when my brother was chasing your sister-in-law, he was afraid of melting in his mouth. If he gave the stars but not the moon, he pointed to your sister-in-law who could warm his bed and sweep the kang. "

Song Wenlu turned his head slightly, his corner of the eye fell on Lu Da Liu's beaming expression, thoughtful.

After all, a woman's strength is not as strong as a man's. Soon Huang Shanshan was grabbed by Song Wenyan's hair, and she was pulled up.

"Song Wenyan, how dare you!" Seeing that Song Wenyan's slap was about to fall on her, Huang Shanshan was not to be outdone, "Hit me for a try?"

Song Wenyan's face was ashen, and there was a deep sunken mark on the bridge of his nose.

For a long time, his nose was padded.

Not long after, the person in charge of the floor brought several waiters up to try to persuade the two of them to separate.

Song Wenyan covered his nose and said nothing, Huang Shanshan stared at him angrily.

Next to him, after watching the play for a long time, the cold-eyed and silent Song Wenlu was finally seen by Huang Shanshan first.

Huang Shanshan's complexion changed drastically, and the tears that had been borne for a long time suddenly fell from her eyes.

Clutching her sore hair, she turned her head in embarrassment, opened her mouth and shouted: "Brother Wenlu."

Song Wenyan also saw Song Wenlu, and Song Xing behind him, with gloomy eyes.

Song Wenlu raised his jaw, and it took a while before he said, "Miss Huang."

Song Wenyan looked at the man with a sneer. He glanced at Huang Shanshan, and sure enough, Huang Shanshan's face became pale and lost.

Leaning close to the woman's ear, he whispered: "Why are you pretending to be pitiful? Do you think he will help you after seeing what happened to us just now? I told him last night that we are dating and now you are mine." woman."

"You shameless, scum." Huang Shanshan felt that she had lost all her face in this life here. She didn't want to go crazy with Song Wenyan anymore, so she just stared at Song Wenlu who treated her like a stranger, turned around and held her hands Fang Bao left.

Song Wenyan didn't follow him any more, his nose hurt so much that it hit his forehead, and he cursed at the person in charge of the floor, "Why don't you get me a doctor?"

There is a temporary doctor on each floor of the original color to deal with emergencies.

The person in charge of the third floor is a very old doctor who was specially hired.

He rushed over with a medicine box, the old doctor pushed his glasses, touched the bridge of Song Wenyan's nose, shook his head and sighed, after a long time of fiddling, he finally stopped the blood in his nose, and said that he couldn't see the problem and had to go to the hospital Department of Cosmetic Plastic Surgery.

Song Wenyan's face changed again and again, he scolded the doctor, without even looking at anyone else, pushed away the person in charge of the floor next to him, and left.

A farce ended without a problem.

Song Xing followed Song Wenlu and showed his true colors. Lu Daliu took a look at the sky and it was not too late, so he said that he would take two extra steps to squeeze the bus, and he could still eat.

Song Xing and his family are not on the same road, but in the opposite direction.

So just split up.

Song Wenlu was drunk and couldn't drive. He didn't call the driver, and Lu Daliu followed him as soon as he left.

It is still drunk.

Song Xing was not at ease with him, so he asked, "How did Mr. Song reply?"

Song Wenlu said, "I don't want to go back."

The moon at night was quite big, but not as round as last night, and the outdoor temperature remained high at seven or eight o'clock.After coming out of his original color and standing outside alone for 5 minutes, a layer of sticky sweat formed on his body.

The traffic lights ahead came on, and an old man pushing an ice cream cart was crossing the road with his grandson.The ice cream truck was transformed from a tricycle, with a few iron cylinders on it, and a simple ice cream making machine, with a sign saying that the first ice cream is three yuan and the second is half price.

The people in this area are all in and out of luxury cars, and they don't like cheap ice cream for three yuan, so no one patronizes the business.

The old man yelled profusely with his palm fan, while the grandson sat by the curb and gnawed his nails.

The old man patted his grandson's hand away from his mouth: "It hurts my stomach from eating nails."

The grandson was obedient and stopped eating, and went to play with the ant nest again.

Song Xing and Song Wenlu were still standing by the side of the road.

The man said he didn't want to go back, so he stuck in place like a tree and didn't move, making it difficult for Song Xing to leave.

030 was bored, sucked his lips and said that he wanted to eat ice cream.

Just as Song Xing took another look at the ice cream truck, the man next to the pestle acting as a tree trunk suddenly turned his head.

"Want to eat that?"

Song Xing wanted to say no, but before he could say no, 030 suddenly said cheaply: "Xing Xing, the loneliness value of the mission target when drunk will fluctuate more than usual, and now every word of yours may make his loneliness worse. The value goes up or down."

Song Xing: "..."

Not long after, Song Xing had a strawberry-flavored cone in his hand.

030 is beautiful.

The night scene of Jiangcheng is very bustling, with people coming and going on the road and car lights flickering.

After Song Xing finished eating the cone, the two of them were already walking side by side in the street for no apparent reason.The man probably felt the heat, so he took off his suit jacket and hung it on his arm. He was tall, straight and indifferent and serious, which attracted many girls to look at him.

The man didn't speak, and Song Xing didn't know what to say, so he just listened to the cheerful voice of 030 in his mind, and the journey was smooth.

Exit the avenue where the real color is, turn a corner and walk straight to Jiangning Street.

Before turning the corner, Song Xing saw a cake shop on the side of the road. The name of the shop was surrounded by rose branches, which looked familiar.

Song Xing paused slightly, and asked the man next to him: "Mr. Song, is this the store where you bought yesterday's cake?"

Song Wenlu stopped walking slowly and said, "You still want to eat?"

030: "I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat!"

Song Xing: "..."

Just like when buying a cone, there is no need to go through Song Xing to answer whether to eat or not, the man has to step into the store, and there is no way to stop him.

In the evening, the business in the bakery slowed down. The owner was a middle-aged man, a little bald, who was sitting in front of the counter playing mobile games.A small clerk was watching beside him, interjecting occasionally, and wanted to command the boss to fight.

When entering the store, the wind chime at the door of the store rang.

The boss raised his head, recognized Song Wenlu, and smiled: "Sir, it's you again." He threw the mobile phone to the clerk, asking the clerk to help him play first, then patted his butt and stood up from the front of the counter.

"What would you like to buy today?"

Song Wenlu looked at Song Xing silently.

Song Xing's eyes were falling on the beautiful cake model in the window, which was the one from last night.

"It's this again?" The boss's eyes flashed with surprise, and he suddenly said embarrassingly, "The gentleman left in a hurry last night, I didn't have time to tell you, in fact, the cake you took away yesterday was from the previous store. It was ordered by a couple in the house, but something happened between the young couple that day, probably because of a falling out, and the cake was returned and not taken anymore... Well, if you take this again today, I will give it to you [-]% off."

Song Wenlu frowned after hearing this.

He glanced at the cake, then fixedly looked at Song Xing, and said in a deep voice, "Don't want this one." Bad luck.

Song Xing didn't want to eat it at all, he was forced in by a man.

The owner of the cake shop is an honest person. In the end, the two were not angry at not buying anything, and turned around and wrapped an exquisite cupcake for them.

When leaving the store, the boss complained to the clerk: "Why did you lose again, can you do it?"

The night wind can blow the sound far away.

Song Xing was standing by the side of the road with a paper bag in his hand.

He ate a lot tonight, and with an ice cream, his stomach was full.

The cupcake in his hand must be too much to eat, so 030 was a little disappointed.

Song Wenlu didn't know when to light the fire and smoke a cigarette. As the two of them walked, he was already half sober.

Drunk fast, sober fast.

A car passed by on the side of the road. The owner of the car opened the window, and there was a dynamic golden song playing in the car. I couldn't hear the tune of the singer's singing, but the sound of drums hitting my ears, flying over and floating Far.

The two turned the corner, and there was a traffic light ahead.

Song Xing said: "Mr. Song, my house is coming soon."

Song Wenlu bit his cigarette butt, "Yes", "I'll take you there."

Song Xing said yes.

Tongzilou is pitch-black at night, and there are rotten vegetable leaves left over from daytime hawkers selling vegetables on the roadside, and no one cleans them up. Occasionally, wild cats and dogs come over to pick up two, take two bites, and then spit them out.

Song Wenlu sent the man downstairs, but didn't say anything more.

Although he really wanted to go up.

After waking up now, Song Wenlu's mind was a little confused.

He hasn't figured out how to tell Song Xing how he feels, and he can't confess to a child directly like he would a woman, saying that I am interested in you, you see, we look around together and so on.

They were all men, and he was afraid of scaring them away.

Still cowardly.

After smoking most of the cigarette, Song Wenlu said: "Go up, call me if you need anything, next time..."

Song Xing said: "Next time I will treat Mr. Song to a cake." He lifted the bag in his hand, with a little helplessness in his eyes.

Song Wenlu looked at the bag, covered his forehead lightly, thought about what he had done before, and glanced at the boy's belly that had become slightly puffed up under his clothes, couldn't help laughing and said, "All right."

There was a wind at night, and it began to rain lightly in the second half of the night.

Autumn is coming.

Song Wenlu went back to the Song family's old house at night and stayed for another night. He woke up the next morning with no headache and was in good spirits.

When he went downstairs, Mr. Song was holding the scissors to the potted flowers. He cut the scissors to the left and cut to the right, and quickly cut off the extra forks of the flower branches on the ground, leaving only the main branch standing proudly.

After Mr. Song finished cutting, he handed the scissors to the butler, and soon a servant came to clean up the debris on the ground.

"Why don't you go to have breakfast." Mr. Song raised his eyelids to look at Song Wenlu, and took a sip of his green tea, "I heard that Wen Yan had a fight with Mayor Huang's daughter in true color last night?"

Song Wenlu looked at the old man quietly and said yes.

For this kind of thing in the circle, the news is the fastest, and everyone is waiting to see the jokes of the Song and Huang families.

"Wen Yan's temperament is unstable, he is useless." Mr. Song sighed, and said in a slow tone, "I have already asked your uncle to apologize to your Uncle Huang for what he caused, and Shanshan, you go to coax him." Be careful, don't make the girls sad."

Song Wenlu's eyes sparkled: "Wen Yan and Ms. Huang are dating, so it's inappropriate for me to come forward."

Mr. Song's complexion changed, and he said, "You know?"

Song Wenlu nodded.

The wrinkles on an old person's face are like layers of ravines stacked together. Mr. Song has taken good care of himself, but he is getting old. When his brows are suddenly furrowed, the wrinkles on his forehead are loosely squeezed together.

"I'll let them separate." Mr. Song slipped the beads in his hand and looked at Song Wenlu, "Huang Shanshan is the daughter-in-law that grandpa chose for you, and Wen Yan can't steal it from you."

Song Wenlu knew what kind of person old man Song was like a long time ago. Hearing these words, his heart didn't fluctuate much, and he even fell into a trance for a while.

Elder Song still said on the other side: "I'm old and I can't last a few years. When you and Shanshan get married, the whole Grandpa of the Song family will be handed over to you. You must..."

"Grandpa, I won't be with Miss Huang."

Song Wenlu came back to his senses, interrupted Mr. Song's words, and even ignored the old man's stunned eyes. He looked very calm and said in a serious tone: "I have someone I like."