I'm not unlucky at all

Song Xing's eyelids twitched, and the rope of the plastic bag he was holding was twisted into strands.

Chen Sancui's eyes were complicated, she rolled up her cuffs, sighed and spoke earnestly, and she straightaway explained to Song Xing: "Sister Chen just asked you, did Xiao Su bring you down? I knew it, you quit the lease earlier When I was poor and had no money to eat, why did I pay a month's rent within two days? Xiaolu, sister also knows that money is not easy to earn in this world, and life is hard, but you, but you can't put yourself down for a little money. They're all sold!"

Song Xing frowned: "Sister Chen, you are wrong, Mr. Song and I are just friends."

Chen Sancui looked at Song Xing in disappointment, her face turned pale, and she said angrily, "Don't be fooled by me, my sister has eaten more food than you for a few years, what is your relationship with that man, I can't be wrong .”

Song Xing suddenly turned his head to look at the door of a room in the corridor.

The voice of the man in the house was cursing again, yelling that Chen Sancui had gone out to make breakfast for half a day and didn't come back. He deliberately starved himself to death in the house, and he also yelled that all the neighbors in the building should come and see.

Chen Sancui slammed the rag onto the table and turned her head to one side.

A little gray and white flashed across her originally peaceful face, she picked up the plate of steaming egg pancakes fiercely, twisted her hips, and walked into the room, raising her voice in a vicious voice and shouting: "What's it called! You can't stop your stinking mouth after eating all day long! Liu Dagui, I, Chen Sancui, have been blind all my life to follow such a bastard like you!"

In the room, Liu Dagui was lying on the bed with a grim face, and yelled at the door: "Fuck you, you bastard! You thought I wanted to marry you back then, if it wasn't for your little sister who was in a bad shoe and went to the city halfway... The man ran away, so it's your turn to choose a wife?!"

Chen Sancui's complexion changed, and he ran into the house pinching his waist, his eyes were red, and he went desperately to find a man, how could he care about Song Xing?

This can be regarded as the normal state in the tube building. The landlord and his wife are so noisy that there is no one who comes out to watch the excitement, as long as they don't nearly kill themselves like last time.

Song Xing stood outside the door and listened for a while.

030 was speechless: "These two are actually enemies."

Song Xing said: "Sister Chen's life is not good."

It was no one else's turn to take care of other people's housework, and the sound of men arguing with women in the room gradually subsided before Song Xing left.

The sun came out in the afternoon, and the temperature rose a bit. After lunch, Song Xing still only wore a short-sleeved shirt after thinking about it.

He went out and waited for a bus, which was going to the urban hospital.

The nurse was pouring water for Suhang with a thermos in the ward. The air outside the window was good. When the window was opened, the fragrance of flowers from the flower bed of the hospital building would come in, and the sound of children laughing and making noise on the lawn could be heard.

Suhang was in a coma for several days without taking a shower, and when he woke up, he always felt itchy and uncomfortable, and it almost stinks to death.

"Sister, when can I get out of bed?"

Holding a hot water tank in his hand, the nurse was blowing, glanced at Suhang's thin and frail body, and said uncertainly: "I guess it will take another three or four days? Wait for the doctor to come and ask."

Suhang tilted his head on the pillow in disappointment, "Can't contact Xiaolu yet?"

The nurse raised the hospital bed so that Su Hang half leaned on the bed, and handed him the hot water bottle together with the medicine. The nurse was also quite puzzled and said: "I called him two days ago and he answered, but the past two days have not I know why, it’s fine if I didn’t come yesterday, and no one answered the phone.”

Suhang slowly frowned, drank the medicine, with a little worry in his eyes.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the ward.

The nurse stepped forward to open the door, and said to Suhang with a smile, "It must be Xiaolu."

Suhang straightened up slightly and looked out the door.

The door was quickly opened, and a woman in professional women's attire stepped on high heels and walked in. She looked at the young man who had woken up on the bed in surprise, smiled appropriately, and said in a pleasant voice, "Brother, you finally woke up!"

Suhang raised his eyes, his pupils slightly condensed.

Outside the urban hospital, Song Xing got off the bus and went to the fruit stand on the side of the road. It happened that Song Wenlu called and asked him what he was doing, and Song Xing said to buy fruit.

Song Wenlu is inspecting the workers on the construction site tomorrow.

He wore a hard hat on his head, but he was still a bit disheveled.

Walking to a quieter place, Song Wenlu said, "Did you catch a cold this morning?"

Song Xing said no.

He picked a catty of apples and bananas, and the fruit seller asked him for seven yuan a dollar, and finally charged seven yuan.

Song Wenlu waited for a while, with a little smile in his eyes, and carefully instructed: "You just have a cold, and you should pack more clothes when you go out."

Song Xing raised his arms to look at the short sleeves on his body, blinked and said, "Got it."

Someone from the other side of the construction site came to talk to Song Wenlu again. There were quite a few voices, and occasionally there were a few familiar voices. Song Xing thought it should be a fellow worker on the construction site.

After a while, a man's voice came from the microphone, and Song Xing had already passed a traffic light.

"The path."

On the phone was the sound of two people breathing, accompanied by the shrill horn of a truck on the side of the road.

When the truck drove away, Song Xing said softly, "Mr. Song?"

"I'm here." Song Wenlu looked up at the dazzling sun in the sky, and whispered, "Come out for dinner tonight?"

A young man selling cotton candy at the side of the curb ran over in a tricycle "Tuk Tuk Tuk". The body of the tricycle was painted with a layer of pink fairytale-style paint, and the side was surrounded by chubby cotton clouds. The speed of the car was very slow. There were also two seven or eight-year-old children, the little girl was wearing a fluffy skirt and light blue leggings, and the little boy was wearing a small suit.

The tricycle stopped, and the boy bought a big cotton candy, and he gave the little girl a bite.

A gust of wind blows over, smelling of sugar.

It's sweet.

Song Xing's eyes fell on the two children, and the corners of his mouth raised, "Okay."

Song Wenlu chuckled lightly, and said in a low voice, "En."

The phone was hung up, and the boy's voice could no longer be heard. Song Wenlu felt that his whole body was exhausted. He straightened his tie, and when he turned around, he saw Lu Daliu taking notes in a notebook, still muttering about work. The cost of some projects on the ground is in and out.

Zhao Laoer's little tricks on the construction materials were found out two days ago, and now they have been withdrawn. Some work completed earlier on the construction site has to be dismantled and rebuilt, and the workers are extraordinarily hard.Song Wenlu asked someone to call Lu Daliu back again, and temporarily allocated an extra month's salary to the workers, so that the efficiency on the construction site increased again.

After Lu Daliu finished talking, he looked up and found that the big boss was looking at him straightly, so he scratched his head a little helplessly, and smiled honestly: "Mr. Song, have you finished talking with Xiaolu?"

Song Wenlu nodded.

Lu Daliu wiped the sweat off his brow, with sincere gratitude in his eyes: "It's great that Xiaolu can make friends like you."

Song Wenlu lit a cigarette, threw another one to Lu Daliu, and asked casually, "I heard you came from the same place?"

Lu Daliu smoked a cigarette, squatted on a rock, his eyes became a little nostalgic, and he said slowly in a low hoarse voice: "Yes. I remember that Lu boy only carried a backpack and I went out of the village with me. Please tell me carefully. Get up, I didn't want to take him out that time. The city is no better than the countryside. I haven't made a name for myself. How can I bring this kid out with me to suffer? But I have never seen a worse person than him. Stubborn boy, hey, I didn’t agree with him, he didn’t say a word, he just walked behind my ass, and he couldn’t be driven away, and when he left the village, I couldn’t send him back, so I just brought him out like that.”

Song Wenlu knocked on the cigarette ash, imagining the scene in the man's words, but did not speak.

Lu Daliu was still talking there: "Xiaolu has been introverted since he was a child, and he has a very low self-esteem. He doesn't fit in with the children in the village. He doesn't like to talk, and no one knows when he is bullied. I am better than him. A little older, I helped him out a few times, but it didn't work. By the way, he also has an older brother named Lu Hu, who is also one of the most ruthless brats who bully Xiaolu, tsk."

Song Wenlu raised his eyebrows.

"Speaking of which, Lu Rover's daughter-in-law was pregnant when Xiaolu and I first came out. I don't know if it's a boy or a girl." Lu Daliu sighed, "Uncle Lu and Aunt Lu are partial to the boss. I don't care about Xiaolu being bullied by Land Rover, but now it's been half a year since Xiaolu ran out with me, and they didn't make a sound to ask. Thinking of it, I feel sorry for Xiaolu, no wonder he has to come out with me to fight in the city, life and death Would like to stay at home."

Song Wenlu snuffed out the cigarette when he heard this, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Lu Daliu thought it was a man who didn't like to listen, so he hurriedly explained: "Mr. Song, I didn't mean anything else when I said this. I just thought that Xiaolu's life was not easy compared to some other people of the same age. He has been fine since he was a child. Friend, family members don’t care about him, it’s really important for him to have a friend like you now.” Speaking of this, Lu Daliu scratched his face in embarrassment, jumped off the rock and said in a loud voice, “I’ll just I want you to get to know him better, if you don't like to hear it, then let's go back now..."

Song Wenlu interrupted him, put his hand on Lu Daliu's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, you can continue to tell me about Lu Yuan, I want to hear it."