This attack is poisonous

"Thank you, I'm going to work, see you next time." Xiaoqian said to him.

Chen Rong still wanted to continue following him, but she was afraid of arousing his suspicion, so she could only follow his words: "Then, goodbye."

Xiaoqian said goodbye again, and then walked towards the massage shop with his blind cane.

Chen Rong stood there looking at his thin back, wanting to rush over to hug him, to take him back and give him the best material life.

But he didn't dare, yes, he, Chen Rong, did not dare to do things now, he didn't even have the courage to admit his identity in front of Dan Weng Jie.

This was a state he could not have imagined before.

This day, Xiaoqian's life was not much different from before. After get off work at night, he returned to the basement-like rental house and took out the clothes he changed yesterday to wash.

The faucet is in the yard, facing the gate, because there are a few students living here, and the gate is usually not locked.

Standing at the door, Chen Rong watched Xiaoqian in the yard put the basin under the faucet, and took most of the spray water. Then he squatted next to the laundry tub, touched the half bag of washing powder that had just been placed on the ground, and poured a little into his left hand. In the palm of his hand, he put down the bag of washing powder in his right hand, grabbed the clothes in the basin and started scrubbing.

Laundry powder hurts hands, but it is cheap, and I have been using it to wash clothes for a small amount of money.

He couldn't see where the clothes were dirty, so he could only rub them all, and his fingers were all red after rubbing.

The current temperature is fine, but in winter, there is no hot water for more than ten degrees below zero, and his hands are suffering from chilblains, and the wounds will burn when soaked in freezing water with washing powder.

He couldn't afford a washing machine, and he had to wash his clothes, so he had to stand next to each other.

After Xiaoqian rubbed and washed his coat, he wrung out the water and took out the trousers that were in the other basin and put them in for washing.

Chen Rong couldn't help walking in front of him, and looked down at his hands soaked in the water. The small wound he saw in the morning was still red, and had already been soaked in water.

When Xiaoqian heard the footsteps, he thought it was the other tenants who came back, but after this person stopped in front of him, he didn't make any sound. He felt a little strange, so he raised his head and asked in Chen Rong's direction: "Are you here?" ?”

"It's me." Chen Rong said.

"It's you, why did you come here?" Xiaoqian was still a little puzzled.

"I went out for a walk at night and just saw you coming back, so I followed you for some reason, sorry to bother you." Chen Rong knelt down beside him and said.

"It's such a coincidence, then you should live very close to here." Xiaoqian believed his words.

"Well, it's very close." Chen Rong followed his words.

"By the way, I don't know what to call you yet." Xiaoqian chatted with him while doing laundry.

He usually has no friends, and rarely has someone to talk to. He only greets Lao Li and Aunt Zhang and speaks a few homely words, but he doesn't have any younger ones.

"My surname is Zheng, Zheng Yu." Chen Rong also made up a name using his mother's surname. He knew that but Weng Jie's mother's surname was Qian, and that's how Xiaoqian should have come from.

"You should be older than me, right? Can I call you Brother Zheng?" Xiaoqian's tone was relaxed and slightly lively. He had a pretty good impression of this guest, so he talked a little more than usual.

"Of course. I'm probably a few years older than you. I'm over 30 years old." is vague.

"I'm not yet thirty." Xiaoqian said, then he remembered something, and asked again: "How long are you going to stay here? Do you live here permanently?"

"It's not decided yet." Chen Rong replied, he paused for a while, and then asked tentatively: "Do you want me to live here permanently?"

Xiaoqian was taken aback by his question, and stopped doing laundry.

"Sorry, I was rude. I just don't know why I always feel that you are very kind, and I accidentally said it without any other meaning." Chen Rong quickly made amends.

"You..." Xiaoqian hesitated for a while, and didn't ask the question. He probably thought too much, and finally he smiled and said, "It's okay, if you live here often, you can come and chat with me when you have time. If you don't dislike it."

"Okay, then it's settled. I don't have any friends here, so I'm very happy chatting with you." Chen Rong said half-truthfully.

"I don't have any friends either, as long as you don't think I'm boring." Xiaoqian said with a smile.

In fact, his spiritual world has been extremely barren these past few years. He didn't have the freedom to make friends before, but he could still read books and movies.

After escaping, he has no conditions to make friends, and he can’t even vent on social networks. Moreover, he has never learned Braille, and even if he has, he still looks down on books. The popular dramas that have been popular for several years have become less and less quality, and listening to them is just to pass the time.

People need to communicate, whether chatting with friends, unilateral input or output, it is considered as communicating with other people.

But small money is not enough. Not only has his life been miserable in the past few years, he is also extremely lonely mentally, and he doesn't even have anyone to chat with.

"How come?" Chen Rong also laughed, and then said in a joking tone: "It's too late for me to be happy."

A person like him who grew up in complex interpersonal relationships has outstanding social skills. As long as Xiaoqian doesn't recognize him, he is sure to make Xiaoqian feel good about him, even if it's just a friend's goodwill.