I'm not unlucky at all

It was late afternoon in the sun, and Song Xing lay back on the bed for a while and was sweating profusely from the heat.

He learned from the system that this was the second world he traveled through, but he didn't remember most of the things that happened in the first world. He wanted to ask, but the system kept silent to him.

Pursing her dry lips, Song Xing listened to a creak, and the old wooden door was pushed open.

The one who opened the door came in a young girl with two buns, not particularly pretty, with freckles on her cheeks.The little girl was holding a bowl of black Chinese medicine in her hand, with a cautious look on her face. She called out weakly, sir, and stood in front of the bed with the medicine bowl in her hand, bowing her head respectfully and not moving.

Song Xing smelled the smell of medicine, her brows were tightened, she didn't like the astringent smell.

The little girl was not the only one who entered the room, and an old woman followed behind her. Seeing Song Xing lying on the bed in a daze, she walked to the bed with a pair of small feet not very neatly, and stretched out a rough palm that was as dry as tree bark to touch him. forehead, and over his eyes.

The old woman's voice sounded, but she said to the girl in a partial voice: "Put the medicine on the table, and you go to Lianyu's place to help watch the young master."

The little girl subconsciously glanced at Song Xing, and said softly, "Yes."

The old woman frowned, sent the little girl away without raising her head, raised her hand again to take the medicine bowl in person, shed tears in the blink of an eye, looked at Song Xing's pale and weak eyes, and said in fear: "I am so miserable!" Son, if you feel uncomfortable, please tell your mother that this is the calming soup that your sister asked the doctor in Zhenxitou to prescribe, and that you will be cured after drinking it."

Song Xing finally saw the old woman clearly, and saw that her hair was half gray, the deep horizontal lines on her forehead were stacked together, and there were dirty tears streaming from her narrowed eyes, she didn't look like a very friendly old woman.

It is also Song Lianping's mother Cui.

As for the little girl who was sent out of the house by the Cui family just now, her name is Ximei, she is 13 years old, and she is also the granddaughter of the cooking woman of the Song family. Cui's side, personal service.

Although Ximei was the girl who served her personally, Cui obviously didn't like Ximei very much, not because Ximei didn't serve her well, but because the girl who served her got older, she had some thoughts that she shouldn't have.

But which girl doesn't have a spring?In fact, if Yuanshen was sixteen or seventeen years old, there would be a girl to help her son learn some housework, Cui would be quite happy to see the success, but at that time, Yuanshen devoted himself to studying sage books, and there was no such thing at all. Regardless of his thoughts, Cui was afraid of delaying his son's future, so he kept suppressing the idea of ​​letting Yuanshen marry a wife and take concubines.

Later, the original body passed the exam and went back to the town to become a teacher. He was decent and beautiful, and Cui's vision became long-term.

She wanted to find a good marriage for her son, so she couldn't let him let anyone into the house casually, and getting a wife was the most important thing.

Therefore, Ximei's small thoughts naturally became an eyesore in front of Cui Shi.

Cui's eyesight is bad, after Song Xing sat up and finished drinking the medicine, she sat on the bedside and cried for a long while, saying that the two of them didn't know each other well, while scolding her uncle Li.

The woman's mouth was closed up and down, and it was all the dirty words of the village people, which should not be listened to.

Silent for a while, seeing Cui Shi's squinted eyes were about to cry, Song Xing didn't have time to suppress the bitterness in her throat, her voice was dry and indistinct, imitating the original tone at this time: "Mother, don't cry , son is fine, watch out for your eyes."

Cui heard this, wiped her tears on her sleeves, turned from crying to laughing, grabbed Song Xing's arm, and muttered, "It's fine, it's fine, mother's eyes are fine." After a pause, Cui Shi Touching Song Xing's pale cheeks again, "What will Ping'er want to eat later, mother asks Wang Po to make it for you."

Song Xing talked about three or four things that Song Lianping liked to eat, and finally Cui went out with a smile on her face.

Because of the injury on the back of the head, Mrs. Cui went to the private school to take leave early for her son. After half a month, Song Xing was only detained in the room by her to recuperate. There is an unspeakable bitterness.

Every time before taking the medicine, 030 would cheer up Song Xing: "Xing Xing, you can be a master if you eat hard." Then he disappeared without a trace.

Song Xing, "..."

On the seventeenth day of rest, just when Song Xun thought he was going to lie down in the room, a colleague from the private school came to visit him, and as soon as he entered the room, he pinched the tip of his nose and said in a low voice, "Is there anything in your room?" Have you smoked Coptis chinensis?"

Lying on the bed all day with nothing to do, Song Xing looked for old books that the original body used to read to pass the time. Seeing that the colleague entered the room with a tiger's pace and a tall and powerful person, he put the book on the couch and stood up straight. .

After thinking about it for a while, Song Xing connected the person in front of him with the memory of his original body, and said in a little surprise, "Brother Songting, how come you have time to visit me today?"

Kong Sibo, whose name is Songting, is also one of the teachers of the private school. He and Song Lianping are friends on weekdays. In terms of rectifying stubbornness, it can deter disobedient students.

Kong Sibo strode to the bed, brought a thunderous wind, and said jokingly: "Brother Wen Jin is not in the private school for half a month, and those little guys miss you so much that they don't focus on studying all day long. This is not the case today. Just happened to be Xiu Mu, so my brother came here non-stop to check on you, to see how your injury is recovering, so that I can go back and have an explanation with the students."

Song Xing coughed: "Brother Songting has been troubled all this time, Wen Jin is fine."

Kong Sibo blinked, flashed his palm in front of Song Xing a few times, tapped his forehead lightly, and said wonderingly, "Wen Jin, don't be fooled by that stone. Why do you speak as politely as Mr. Da today?"

Mr. Wu Chengfeng, the owner of the private school in the town, is also Song Lianping's first mentor. He is the head of the big family of the Wu family in the town. He is rigid and stubborn. He is an old scholar who is obsessed with research.

Thinking of this, Song Xing glanced at Kong Sibai's big fan-like hands, "Isn't it right to take a trip to the gate of hell and make some changes?"

Kong Sibo had heard about the incident between the Song family and the Li family from others earlier, and it was indeed the wickedness of the boss of the Li family, so he smiled sarcastically, and finally there was a little more sincere worry in his eyes: "You This is a mess at home, and it's not good for outsiders to meddle. I see that the Li family must be bullying you, the young Song family, to be so unscrupulous. If I say, there will be another time for this matter, and you will report it to the police directly if you see that the momentum is not good. go."

Song Xing said: "Official servants don't care about housework."

Kong Sibo raised a finger and shook it, with the tone of a person who came here, "Don't care about the officials, it's a deterrent."

Song Xing nodded thoughtfully.

Kong Sibo didn't close the door before entering the house, he opened it wide and could directly see the blossoming pomegranate tree in the yard, warm and colorful.

A gust of hot air blew in from outside, and the heavy pomegranate flowers dangled on the branches, bending the branches.

Kong Sibo looked out following Song Xing's gaze, turned his head and said, "Bored?"

Song Xing leaned sideways on the quilt, lowered his eyes: "Bored."

Kong Sibo responded with sympathetic eyes, "Not only boring, but also bitter?"

Song Xing didn't reply to him, Kong Sibo laughed out loud.

The two talked for a long time, mostly Kong Sibo talked about the big and small things that happened in the private school in the past half month, and Song Xing listened quietly.

Although he feels that his friend is much less talkative than usual and much colder, Kong Sibo thinks that the other party is just recovering from a serious illness, and it is normal to have a change in temperament. Apart from being a little regretful, he is not suspicious that his friend has already returned to the west, and his body has changed now is another core.

We chatted from noon to sunset, during which Song Lianyu ordered Ximei to bring melons and fruit refreshments to the two of them. After eating and drinking, Kong Sibo slapped his butt and left contentedly. Before leaving, he comforted him: "Kowtow After all, the brain is not a trivial matter. Auntie should be so careful. Don’t blame her for holding you back. I’m supporting you at the other end of the private school. If it’s impossible, you can invite Mr. Da to come out of the mountain. Don’t worry about those monkeys who dare not go to the sky.”

Song Xing said, "Okay."

After Kong Sibo left, the sky gradually dimmed.

Ximei entered the room to light candles for him, lowered her eyebrows, asked softly what he had for dinner, and walked out lightly.

There was no one in the room, Song Xing picked up the scriptbook on the couch again, glanced at it, and suddenly asked in his heart: "System, is Kong Sibo the Child of Destiny?"

030 said no.

Song Xing asked again: "Then who is it?"

The voice of 030 said innocently: "The five-meter system can only monitor Destiny's Child."

Song Xing was silent for a while, then said slowly: "Then if I don't meet the Child of Destiny in my life, don't I have to do the task?"

030 thought about it seriously, and said, "Theoretically, that's the case, but if you don't complete the task, you won't be able to return to the original world."

Song Xing was taken aback for a while, and said in a low voice, "That's pretty good too."

030 didn't hear clearly: "Xiao, what are you talking about?"

Song Xing raised his eyelids and looked at the dim sky outside the window, "It's nothing."

030 has always known that its host is not very enthusiastic about tasks, but what it never thought of was that the other party is simply passive and sabotage, and has no thought of returning to the original world at all.

In the evening, after eating the dinner that Ximei brought into the room, Cui Shi and Song Lianyu came to the room to talk to Song Xing again, and the candles were extinguished in the room.

Perhaps it was because talking with Kong Sibo during the day consumed a lot of energy, Song Xing closed his eyes early, and fell into a dream after a while. In the dream, he dreamed of a man with a vague face standing not far from him, with a gentle temperament but eccentric With a slight complaint, he said: "Little heartless bad thing, why did you forget me as soon as we parted?"

Song Xing didn't know who the man was, but the moment he saw him in the dream, his heart jumped.

"Don't move!" Suddenly, a non-heavy voice came from my ear, which seemed to overlap with a dream, with the coolness of the night wind sandwiched, "There is no malicious intention in sneaking in, I just need to borrow candles and Just use the clothes."

Song Xing woke up from her sleep, her eyes were pitch black, but beside her, there was a slight sound of clothes rubbing against her that didn't belong to her.

A pair of rough, dry and broad hands covered his eyelids, and the thick calluses on his palms stuck between the bridge of his nose, making him uncomfortable.

"Offended."

The voice of the person on the body sounded again, and then the sound of cloth being torn was heard in the air.

Song Xing felt as if he was still in a dream, probably a nightmare. He was conscious, but he couldn't move or speak, and there was a strange sound beside him, which disturbed his dream and made him unable to sleep peacefully.

After a while, the sound in the room faded away.

The man said, "How offending."

Then it disappears along with the rough touch on the face.

Song Xing was stunned for a moment, and turned his eyes to the door, but in the end he could only see a vague silhouette stepping on the window lightly and flashing out, like a dragon wagging its tail, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Not a dream."

Song Xing squeezed his palms, and unexpectedly found that he could speak.

He got up from the bed, and wanted to think carefully about what happened just now, but unexpectedly, 030 suddenly said excitedly in his mind: "It's him, it's him, it's him!"

Song Xing subconsciously asked, "Who is he?"

030 didn't even think about it, and said excitedly: "Child of Destiny!"

Song Xing was silent for a moment, looking at the kicked wooden window, with a different complexity in his heart: "...So, the son of destiny in this world is a thief who knows martial arts?"