I'm not unlucky at all

One autumn rain and one cold, just a few days after mid-August, last night's rain completely dissipated the warmth of Jiangcheng.

The flowers and plants planted in the front yard of the Song family's old house were blown down by the rain, crooked, and the flower farmer was busy rectifying them, taking care not to let the delicate body of the precious flower seeds be damaged by the wind and rain again.

The sandalwood beads that Mr. Song was twisting in his hand suddenly burst open, the red thread inside broke, and the beads scattered all over the ground.

"Do you have someone you like, or the female secretary of the company from last time?" Mr. Song didn't care about Tan Muzhu who fell on the ground, his majestic and old face was full of displeasure, and he touched the leading walking stick next to him and felt heavy under his feet. one knock.

"It's nonsense! I entrusted the Song family's foundation to you, so that you would disregard the future of the Song family and randomly find a country woman to marry and have children? I don't agree!"

Tan Muzhu rolled on the ground.

"It's nonsense for you to involve the so-called future of the Song family with women." Song Wenlu put his hands in his pockets, not afraid of the majesty of Mr. Song, and said coldly: "I don't want to quarrel with you."

"Huang Shanshan, you don't like it that much? I think your grandma and I didn't..."

"What is the relationship between you and grandma? No one knows better than you, grandpa." Song Wenlu raised his eyes and said, "Do you want me to follow your old path?"

Mr. Song's body was shocked, his face was ugly and he said: "This is all for the Song family."

Song Wenlu sneered, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

There are too many words without speculation, and the ideas are different, and the difference is too great.

He didn't communicate with Master Song any more, picked up the suit jacket beside him, and said to the housekeeper who looked concerned: "I won't go back to the old house for a few days, so I don't need to prepare more meals in the evening."

"You stay here!" Mr. Song was still banging on his crutch behind him, and coughed violently at the end.

Song Wenlu paused and walked out without looking back.

In the room, Mr. Song blushed with anger. He covered his heart, his shining eyes were cloudy, and he said in a hateful voice: "It's really against the sky! It's against the sky!"

The butler at the side supported Mr. Song, turned his eyes to the outside of the room, and sighed softly.

The breakfast cart in Tongzilou on Jiangning Street came out of the alley, and the owner of the snack cart selling pancakes and fruits sent away a group of customers. He smiled and watched the young man on the side of the road walk slowly into the building with a handbag in his hand.

From a distance, the owner of the snack cart began to greet, "Xiao Lu, why are you out so early?"

Song Xing raised his head in confusion, and sneezed, causing the stones under his feet to roll twice.

After taking out a piece of paper from his pocket and rubbing the tip of his nose, he said to the snack cart owner, "I went out for a trip."

The owner of the snack cart looked at him and carefully looked at the bag in his hand, which contained two boxes of medicine.

Song Xing caught a cold and shivered from the sudden drop in temperature last night.

030 Early in the morning, he saw that he was not in the right state, and before six o'clock, he woke up with a loud bang in his head.

After catching a cold, Song Xing's reaction became a bit slow. 030 was very worried that the small system could no longer be self-willed, so he instructed Song Xing to get dressed, and asked him to find a small thin coat from the bottom of the cabinet and put it on. Drugstore to buy medicine to drink.

"Wow, Xie, be careful where you step, there is a step over there, yes, step out, don't trip over." 030 felt that he was a system, but he still wanted to be an old mother for the host, so awesome. .

"Xiao, are you cold, hurry up, and drink more hot water when you get home."

"it is good."

Song Xing's spirit is not very good, but he is in a good mood.

Accompanied by 030 Twitter all the way, Song Xing soon returned to the rental house.

Stew a pot of hot water in an old kettle, open the mouth of the cold granule, the small reddish-brown particles fall into the cup, and are washed away by the hot water in the pot, and a sweet and bitter taste emerges from the cup. smell.

Song Xing held the cup with both hands, waited for the medicine to be slightly less hot, and drank it in a sip. His stomach felt as if it had been scalded, it was warm and his body lightened.

His nose was blocked, and his tongue couldn't taste sweet or bitter. He spoke in a low voice, "System, I'll sleep again."

030, who was so astringent by the proprietary Chinese medicine that it was unspeakable, said with difficulty: "Then you can sleep more."

It was said that the illness came like a mountain, and Song Xing lay in the rented house for a whole day, but the cold did not recover.

In the afternoon, Chen Sancui knocked on the door, washed the last cloth for Song Xing and sent it back.

The door was opened, and Chen Sancui, who was outside the door, saw that Song Xing's complexion was not good, and a layer of dry skin had been rubbed on his nose. He hesitated and said, "Is this a cold? My sister also boiled some ginger syrup at home. Xiaolu You take a bowl to serve some at home with your sister?"

Song Xing couldn't lift his spirits, so he forced a smile and said, "Sister Chen, no, I haven't thanked you for the milk yesterday, it's delicious."

"Hey, it's a big brand, it must be delicious." Chen Sancui pulled her hair behind her ears, and when Song Xun told her not to drink her ginger syrup, she didn't force her, but said, "Then Xiaolu, take a good rest, I'm going down now. "

The woman's back quickly disappeared into the corridor.

030 smacked his lips, recalled the taste of milk, and asked puzzledly: "Xiao, why is this landlady so nice to you? It's both cold and warm!"

Song Xing closed the door, leaned against the door for a while, and did not speak in a daze.

He still has to work at night. Although Song Xing was a little slow to react after catching a cold, 030 didn't lose the chain at all when it should be reliable. Even the little desserts that made him salivate were forcibly moved away by it.

"There is still half an hour to get off work, Comrade Song Xing, our victory is in sight!" 030 cheered very sincerely.

After Song Xing finished wiping the table, he put the rag in the water and rubbed it clean.

The muddy water was no longer clean, and suddenly a personal reflection appeared in it.

Raising her head, the tall figure appeared in front of Song Xing. The man's broad shoulders were not much more than that of the top male models walking out on TV.

Song Wenlu stood in front of Song Xing for a long time, and when Song Xing saw him, he frowned and approached the boy's face and said, "Why is your face so bad?"

Song Xing was stunned for a moment, and said, "I have a cold." Then he asked, "Did Mr. Song come to the shop for dessert?"

Song Wenlu's tone paused: "...Yes." He saw that the young man's expression was not good, and he was not very angry, "Stay at home if you are sick."

Song Xing smiled, and didn't answer the man's words. Instead, he wrung out the rag and said slowly: "I said yesterday that I will treat you to a cake when we meet next time. Now it's just right. I can treat you to whatever you want."

Song Wenlu originally wanted to say no, but when he saw the serious eyes of the young man, he responded in a strange way, and said awkwardly: "It's okay."

The cake turned into an exquisite dessert in the end. The man couldn't bear the sweet taste of the dessert, so he asked to be drunk slowly with black coffee.

Song Xing was still busy at the side, and Song Wenlu stared at him in a daze.

In fact, I didn't want to come in at first, but I obviously decided to calm down for a few days, think carefully before talking.

But the car just drove to the door of this store unknowingly, especially when he saw the teenager wearing a well-fitting uniform helping a child carefully tie a balloon on his wrist in the store, and then led the child back to the store with gentle eyes. After his parents were around, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Suddenly, he thought of the whole night when he was drunk, the young man's hands were clasped in the socket of his heart, his fingers were intertwined, and the roots were distinct.

Song Wenlu found himself a bit perverted.

He wanted to bring people home and put them at home.

A kiss, a bite, a hug, whatever.

Like last night, my arms and hearts are warm.

After taking a sip of bitter coffee, suppressing the sweet taste in his throat, the man's eagle-like black eyes shone with a predatory color, but after seeing the young man's slightly pale cheeks, he hid his emotions and gradually frowned.

Over there, Song Xing was busy working for another half an hour, and was about to leave work soon, but when he turned his head to look again, the man had disappeared into the store, and he didn't know where he went.

030 said: "The mission target left 15 minutes ago."

Song Xing looked at the lonely coffee cup on the table, the small dessert was eaten clean by the other party.

The night wind in Jiangcheng suddenly blew.

Song Xing, who got off work, came out of the dessert shop, still feeling dizzy and uncomfortable.

030 urged him to go home and take medicine.

After walking two steps, a car light flashed in front of him, and the horn sounded.

Song Xing raised his eyes, and the familiar black car drove up in front of him. The man leaned on the back of the seat with a cigarette in his mouth, and said to him, "Get in the car."

There is chicken soup mixed with the aroma of red dates in the car.

Song Xing got into the car, the man parked the car aside, closed the window carefully, took out an insulated box, and opened the lid.

030 took a sip: "Wow! It smells so good!"

Song Xing pursed her lips and looked at the man. The man turned his head and knocked the cigarette ash on the ashtray: "What's wrong."

"It's nothing." Song Xing shook her head and covered her mouth and nose sadly.

He smelled smoke and coughed violently.

The cough was so severe that Song Xing seemed to be shaking his lungs out.

"You..." Song Wenlu's heart skipped a beat, he quickly put out his cigarette, and opened the car window to let the air out of the car.

He threw the cigarette butt out of the car, and patted Song Xing on the back again: "It's okay, the car has no smell, still uncomfortable? No, I have to take you to the hospital."

The boy's cough scared him so much that he wished he could give himself a big slap in the face.

Careless ass stuff.

Fortunately, Song Xing recovered quickly.

He covered his mouth and nose, coughing tears from his eyes, his eyes were red, and his pale cheeks were also flushed red.

Stopping the man's hasty movements, Song Xing's voice was hoarse, she shook her head and said, "Mr. Song, no need."

Song Wenlu was still worried and kept his eyes fixed on him.

Song Xing exhaled, feeling that the car was smelly, so he coughed lightly.

"Why do you have such a severe cold?" Song Wenlu frowned, "Have you taken your medicine?"

Song Xing nodded: "I have eaten."

Song Wenlu sighed, "Have a good rest and take your medicine on time."

030 added another sentence in Song Xing's mind: "Drink more hot water. Wow, this is a standard line for scumbags!"

Song Xing ignored it.

The cigarette butt just now was thrown out violently by the man and landed on the ground, still smoking.

Next to it is the trash can.

Song Xing reminded him: "Mr. Song, your cigarette is still alive."

Song Wenlu was stunned for a moment, his eyes questioning.

Song Xing paused and said, "The trash can is right next to it." Then he added, "This year is the year of environmental protection."

Song Wenlu: "..."

The cigarette butt finally made its way to the end of its life, in the non-recyclable bin.

The aroma of red dates and wolfberry chicken soup was still wafting in the car, Song Wenlu put the whole box of chicken soup in Song Xing's arms without any objection.

He just bought this after he went to a small and well-known soup shop next to him and asked the clerk. He said that it can not only replenish the body, but also be useful for people who are sick and cold.

In order to keep warm, he went to the supermarket to pick out an insulated box.

Song Xing hugged the insulated box and was stunned for a while. Instead of eating, she closed the lid of the insulated box, raised her eyes and said calmly to the man's voice: "Mr. Song is very good to me."

His sentence is an affirmative sentence, not a question, but it is inexplicably alienated.

Song Wenlu took a breath and felt depressed for a moment. He didn't know why, so he stretched out his hand and snorted through his hair, pretending not to care, and said, "You are still a child, shouldn't you be taken care of more?"

Song Xing looked at him quietly and didn't speak.

The young man's quiet gaze made Song Wenlu a little unbearable, as if saying that his sincerity was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, and he had something else to ask for.

Very fucked.

When a man gets bored, he wants to smoke. He is addicted to cigarettes, but now he can only bear it.

"You think I'm trying to do something to you."

Song Wenlu stared straight at Song Xing, but there was an unknown grievance in his indifferent eyes.

But nothing in this world is good for no reason.

Song Xing pursed his lips and frowned. He wanted to speak, but he heard a tinkling voice from 030, "Xiao Xing! The solitude value of the task target has fluctuated, and it is rising so fast now. 27, 30, 35, 47..."

The loneliness value soared higher and higher, and 030 was about to cry.

Song Xing opened his mouth and looked at the man.

The man looked at him indifferently, neither of them spoke.

030 felt that his mentality was going to explode, and he kept urging Song Xing in his mind, saying: "Xing Xing, quickly say something, say something to coax him, what kind of temper are you getting into..." It really couldn't understand, just now No it's still good.

There was a wind blowing into the car at night, bringing in the coolness of early autumn.

Song Xing sneezed, his body in a thin coat was a little cold, and he shivered.

A suit jacket was suddenly buttoned on his body, and it was still warm.

Song Xing looked up, and saw the side face of the man slightly averting his gaze.

Some night light fell through the car window on the man's sharp-edged face, and the cyan stubble appeared, adding a kind of cold and desolate handsomeness.

After a while, Song Xing said, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry."

Song Wenlu was stunned for a moment, and his eyes on Song Xing were complicated and deep, and finally he started the car and said, "Children are sick, and they like to think wildly."

Song Xing hugged the chicken soup, and looked very honest and well-behaved at this moment.

But Song Wenlu wanted to pick someone up and spank him. He had lived for more than 20 years in his life, so how could it be that others were serving him and fawning on him, but this was the first time he learned to be nice to others, and he was treated like this.

How sad he is.

When the car arrived at the bottom of the Tongzilou, Song Wenlu didn't go up, and asked Song Xing to leave with the chicken soup. He finally couldn't hold it back, and ordered to drink it while it was hot, which was considered very grumpy.

The corridor was pitch black, Song Xing carefully groped for the way, the chicken soup in his hand was tightly clenched.

"The loneliness value has dropped back to 36, which is still a little far from the previous 27." 030 looked at the loneliness value panel carefully, and asked in confusion, "Xiaoxi, why are you having a temper with the mission target?"

Song Xing lowered his eyes and remained silent.

030 said: "The mission target hasn't left the downstairs yet."

Song Xing paused.

030 added: "Xiao, the chicken soup smells so good, do you want to drink it tonight?"

Song Xing: "...have a drink."

There is a full bowl of chicken soup stewed with red dates and wolfberries. The insulated box is very large, and there is a spoon in it.

Song Xing went into the room and turned on the light, opened the lid of the insulated box, sat on the bed and drank the soup carefully.

030 said happily, "It's delicious."

Song Xing gave a soft "En", and his eyes fell on the beautiful and delicious chicken soup, a little lost in thought.

The weather on the second day was fine, the temperature rose a bit, and it was a very comfortable temperature.

Song Xing's cold has improved a lot, except for the occasional sneeze, her whole body is already much lighter.

He washed his clothes in the morning and went to dry them on the public balcony, when he heard two elderly ladies chatting there.

The content of the two people's chat was how to make food for their children in different ways.

People at their level spend their days scratching and scratching, eating little meat, not giving up oil, and eating eggs by counting.

But after all, there are still children in the family who are growing up and are greedy. The adults are reluctant to starve the children, so they will find ways to make the dishes better.

Song Xing accompanied him and listened to him, and the two older ladies also saw Song Xing, so they laughed and talked with him.

After the aunt finished drying the clothes and left with the basin, Song Xing returned to the rental house.

He took some money and went out, 030 asked him what he was going to do.

Song Xing said, "Buy some food."

030 was pleasantly surprised: "Xiao, you can cook! Then can I eat roasted pig's trotters, I smelled it on the side of the road yesterday, it smells so good!"

Song Xing put his hands in his pockets, nodded to the tenant on the stairs, and said to 030, "But I don't have a barbecue grill."

030 can be said to be very disappointed.

Downstairs in Tongzi there is a big vegetable stall, and many hawkers choose vegetables to sell here, because there will be no urban management to manage them, and there are no gangs collecting messy protection fees here.

The price of vegetables is very cheap, Song Xing picks and chooses, and even pays back the price with an uncle for a long time.

The vegetable seller was digging yellow mud under his fingernails, with a helpless expression: "These potatoes are just three yuan and two, and adding two baby spinach will cost you three and five yuan."

Song Xing took another piece of yam and put it on.

The vegetable seller is going to throw it out for Song Xing.

Song Xing glanced at the weight in the uncle's hand: "Your scale is unstable."

The vegetable seller's expression changed, and he moved the weight forward stealthily.

Song Xing gave the uncle three and a half yuan with the bag, and there was an extra piece of yam in the bag.

When he was far away, the vegetable seller was still muttering to the peddler next to him: "That kid can read the scale."

The peddler smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Your scale beam is almost leaning like a leaning tower of pizza, you are blind."

The vegetable seller spit on him old phlegm.

Song Xing didn't go home after buying groceries.

Going to the right on Jiangning Street, there is a flea market. He walked over there with vegetables, and chose a dilapidated second-hand mobile phone recycling store. He bought it back for 35 yuan. The old mobile phone that can only make calls and text messages is left. I asked the shopkeeper to buy a phone card for 50 yuan.

The shop owner packed it up for Song Xing, and handed it to him with a smile: "Here, young man, take care of your things. We don't accept returns or exchanges in our shop."

Song Xing said: "Then shall I try first?"

The owner said, "Okay."

Relying on the impression of the original body, Song Xing first called Lu Daliu.

Lu Daliu quickly answered, "Hey, who is it?"

The voice from the microphone pierced the air, and the whole store was filled with a man's thick baritone.

Song Xing took the microphone away and said, "Brother Liu, it's me."

Hearing Song Xing's voice on the other side of Lu Daliu, he asked uncertainly, "Xiaolu?"

Song Xing hummed, saying that this was his new contact method, and chatted with him a few more times. After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the phone, he nodded to the shopkeeper and left the shop.

On the way, Song Xing put the phone in his pocket, and his fingers touched the keys of the phone from time to time, wondering what he was thinking.

It was noon in a blink of an eye.

Song Xing drank cold medicine, went to the common kitchen of Tongzilou to wash and cut the potatoes, and borrowed some seasoning from other tenants who were cooking, and then looked up at the time.

030 asked: "Xiao, what delicious food do you want to make?"

Song Xing didn't speak, just wiped his hands clean, took out the phone from his pocket, hesitated for a few minutes, and pressed a number carefully and attentively.

The phone rang three times, and the person on the opposite side picked up the phone. The man's deep voice rang through the microphone in the tube building.

"...Is it Mr. Song?" Song Xing leaned against the window of the corridor, and there was rarely a nervous expression in his eyes.

"The alley?"

"It's me, Mr. Song."

Song Xing looked up at the creeper outside the fence, and asked softly, "Are you free to come to my house for a meal at noon?"