Xiao Lang Jing

The next morning, Zhao Meng called Song Xincheng and told him that Song Qiran's condition was still stable.The call was made when he came out of the hotel to buy breakfast, and when he returned to the hotel after buying porridge and side dishes, the car sent by Song Xincheng had already parked safely in the yard.

Until now, Zhao Meng still can't get used to Song Xincheng's way of doing things.As soon as he approached, the car window slowly lowered, revealing a face of the person inside.Yesterday the two of them had a hasty face-to-face meeting. At this time, Zhao Mengcai took a closer look at Song Xincheng. He was in his early forties but was still capable. Just like Song Qiran at work, he even took care of his hair meticulously. The edema and fatigue that young people will have, but they have a strong sense of majesty, and the same is true of my actions. I will not discuss with you beforehand, and I will never explain a word afterwards.

Song Xincheng looked at the plastic bag and packing box in Zhao Meng's hand, and nodded at him.

"You go up. When it's time for departure, I will send a car to take you directly. I have already greeted Xiaolong in the provincial capital. He will take care of the future. I have to rush back to Qinghe to take charge of the work, not much more treat."

I neither talk nor ask much, but tell you plainly that no matter where you go, you can’t escape his personnel and arrangements. He controls everything at all times, and you don’t need to be wary of any deliberate concealment, because you can hide it. The living thing does not exist.

Zhao Meng raised his foot to leave, stepped on the steps, turned back, walked back to Song Xincheng, who was leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed, and knocked on the window.

"After all, you are Qi Ran's second uncle, and I haven't seen him for a long time, so you're here, let's go up together."

Song Xincheng thought for a moment in silence, then adjusted his tie, opened the door with a click, and got out of the car.

The breakfast that day was eaten slowly by the three of them sitting at the table together.

The second uncle suddenly appeared in Yicheng without saying hello, and Song Qiran was also taken aback.But his attitude when facing Song Xincheng was obviously much more natural than when he mentioned his parents in front of Zhao Meng. Wei Xiaolong was right, the uncle and nephew were indeed quite close to each other.

Song Xincheng, who was holding a bowl of porridge next to Song Qiran, looked different from when he was sitting in the car. He was also sitting upright. At this time, Song Xincheng even exuded a rare air, and suddenly became more easy-going and real. many.

"Your mother heard that you rarely don't work overtime and take a seven-day public holiday, and you don't even go home when you travel abroad. She specifically asked me to talk to you face to face."

Song Xincheng cast a sideways glance at his nephew, but Song Qiran didn't respond, holding a cup of soy milk guiltily and drinking it for a long time without putting it down, Song Xincheng snorted.

"You also know that Xiaolong will report to me on a regular basis. Since you didn't ask me to hide it for you, I told her directly that you were in love, but the person was shy, so naturally I refused to take her with you. go home."

Song Qiran, who had his head up, choked heavily because of those words, and almost dropped the cup. Zhao Meng quickly grabbed the man's collar and dragged it back. The paper cup hit the ground, neither wet the clothes nor burn anyone. Picking up from the stool like a chicken, away from the puddle of water on the ground, he and Song Qiran changed places.

Subject is a little shy.

Zhao Meng silently glanced at Song Xincheng, who was still drinking the porridge calmly, but the corners of his mouth raised a little, which was fleeting.Only then did Zhao Mengshi know that the second uncle, Qiran, had such an old fox side after all.

He peeled off a tea egg and stuffed it into Song Qiran's hand. The latter still looked embarrassed and asked, "Is dad recovering well?"

Song Qiran's father, Song Xinmin, was admitted to the hospital due to a sudden illness. Zhao Meng remembered that it should have been in the early autumn.

Song Xincheng nodded.

"Okay, just entrust me to pay more attention to this little brother, and ask him when he has adjusted his mentality and is willing to go to the Song family."

"Second uncle...!"

Song Qiran hastily interrupted Song Xincheng.The little brother Song Xincheng was talking about was naturally Zhao Meng with a serious face at the moment.Song Qiran still remembered that he once mentioned to Zhao Meng face to face that his parents wanted to go through the adoption procedures and formal naturalization for his favorite person. He didn't like that idea very much, and Zhao Meng didn't like it either. He didn't want his second uncle to bring up this matter again. He was afraid that Zhao Meng, who had just had a conflict with his family, would be especially unhappy if he heard it at this time.

He quickly grabbed Zhao Meng's sleeve.

"My parents listen to me. If I don't give you to them, they won't be able to take you away even if they want you to be their son."

Zhao Meng felt that Song Xincheng's probing eyes followed those words.He smiled.

"Then will you still call me brother?"

"Do you like my name?"

"Like it."

Song Qiran then nodded.Then call it, he called Zhao Meng.

"Are you happy now?"

Zhao Meng said that when you are in a bad mood, you should fill in the gap with happy things.As long as you're happy again, you'll be fine.

Zhao Meng stroked Song Qiran's hair.

"I'm happy, I'm so happy that I want to die. Don't laugh, the eggs will be cold if you don't eat them."

Song Xincheng silently witnessed the whole process without interrupting.When Zhao Meng called him in the morning, he was a little skeptical at first. Although he always knew that Zhao Meng would have a vital influence on Song Qiran, he never thought that this influence would be so great.Song Xincheng was surprised by the state of his nephew in front of him. Song Qiran was relaxed, happy, and even a little indulgent, which was something that Song Qiran rarely showed when he was in Qinghe.

Once, there was always a lingering question in his heart, why is it Zhao Meng, there are so many people in the world, why is it just a person like Zhao Meng?But now, there is another weak voice inside, whispering, if Qiran can be like this forever, then it must be Zhao Meng.Why not.

Song Qiran swallowed the egg and saw Song Xincheng who seemed to be in deep thought. For some reason, a very familiar feeling came to his heart without warning, which made him stunned for a while.

Three and a half hours later, three black private cars with special license plates drove out of the high-speed toll booth in the north of the provincial capital, drove into the urban area, and parked in the open-air parking lot where Wei Xiaolong had already parked and waited for them.

According to Song Xincheng's instructions, he came here to pick up Zhao Meng and Song Qiran.He arrived an hour earlier than the agreed time, and smoked a cigarette as usual while waiting, but when the door of the car in the middle opened and people got off from it, Wei Xiaolong seemed to be arrested on the spot unexpectedly. Breathing stagnantly like that, spit out the cigarette butts in a hurry, and slapped the clothes and pants in a frenzied way to disperse the smell of cigarettes, and then dared to stand up straight, and solemnly faced Song Xincheng who got out of the car. I saluted.

He didn't expect the secretary to come back to the provincial capital with the car.I clearly didn't mention this when I explained it over the phone.

Song Xincheng's arrangements have always been meticulous. He would not have come at first, but Song Qiran was a little bit reluctant when he was parting, so he pulled him to act coquettishly again, so he made a few more phone calls and postponed the important meeting for three hours. Followed the car all the way to send the nephew to the provincial capital.

Facing Wei Xiaolong who was saluting tensely, Song Xincheng just nodded slightly.He glanced at his watch, time was running out, and he had to go again.

"Qi Ran." He called out to his nephew, wanting to tell him to take care of his health, but the young nephew took the initiative.

"Brother Xiaolong, you give me the car keys, and Zhao Meng and I can drive back by ourselves."

Song Qiran took the conversation away from him, but he was speaking to Wei Xiaolong.Wei Xiaolong was at a loss.

"Then I..."

"You can send the second uncle off. He has a very tight schedule to go to the meeting. I don't worry about anyone driving on a high speed in a hurry. It's better than you."

Wei Xiaolong moved his lips, Song Xincheng was present again, but he didn't speak, Wei Xiaolong could only look at this and then that, he froze for a while, not daring to move.

Song Xincheng stood straight and faced his watch, and another 5 minutes passed.He sighed, finally put down his arms, and said to Wei Xiaolong, "Okay, you follow."

Song Qiran seemed very happy, and when passing by Wei Xiaolong to get the key, he told him specially:

"The second uncle drank a bowl of porridge in the morning and didn't eat lunch. He didn't drink beverages, he didn't drink bottled coffee, he only drank water and sugar-free tea, and he didn't eat spicy food. Be careful on the way. I'm in the province The time in the city is longer than yours. You probably don’t know that the Duobaozhai snack shop that my second uncle liked when he was in Qinghe only opened one branch in the provincial city. Now, you can buy it and eat it on the way, it won’t take long, you can buy anything, whatever suits his appetite.”

He said a lot, and Wei Xiaolong seemed to be dead. He stared blankly at Song Qiran for a while, and did not leave immediately after writing everything down, and said "thank you" in a low voice.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Meng was still asking him when he started the car, "Why did you suddenly push him away?"

"Who did I push away?" Song Qiran blinked, but hadn't realized Zhao Meng's meaning at all.Zhao Meng tapped the rearview mirror, and Wei Xiaolong, who was sweaty, was standing beside the car, opening the door for Song Xincheng respectfully.

"Whoever works by the side of the big leader will not be nervous. The two of you used to be friends, so why are you cheating on your old classmates?"

"Nervous?" Song Qiran looked in the rearview mirror again, and Wei Xiaolong had already walked to the cab.

He lowered his head slightly, put his index finger under his nose, and rubbed it lightly.

"Isn't he very happy?" Song Qiran said suddenly.

Wei Xiaolong did such a gesture in front of him, when they were sitting opposite each other, through a glass window, Wei Xiaolong said a happy event, but his vague excitement was beyond that event, he did not Tell Song Qiran that he just hid in that little expression.A blunt and upright person like him seemed very shy at that moment, and Song Qiran captured that emotion.

He remembered that he was happy for his friends at that time, but he couldn't remember what he was happy about.

Once again, Song Qiran frowned and fell into a sudden sluggishness.

Zhao Meng sat holding the steering wheel. He stopped talking and didn't start the car. Instead, he stayed with Song Qiran for a while, until he recovered from the confusion.

Zhao Meng tried his best to sound relaxed.

"The car is ours, where do you want to go?"

Song Qiran immediately gave the answer.The National Day holiday is almost over. He has never taken such a long vacation in a row. During the holiday, some projects are still in progress. He thinks that since he is back, he should go to the company to have a look and follow up. Design details of the current scheme.

He switched states too quickly, and just as soon as he spoke, his mind was already full of work, and he didn't even realize that in this situation, it was actually a terrible proposal.

Zhao Meng didn't care about him, on the contrary, Song Qiran, who looked very dull occasionally, would show his most lovable side.He is not a skilled tender lover, nor does he know how to tease sweet words all the time, most of the time he is just being himself, and those heart-stirring moments experienced in being with him are not arranged in advance, Comes suddenly like a great surprise.That let Zhao Mengming know clearly that what he likes is only the most original and honest part of Song Qiran.

"It's very hard for people who are still working overtime during public holidays. It's good to go and have a look." Zhao Meng smiled and lit the fire. After hearing that sentence, Song Qiran stopped to think for a while, and repeated the sentence to himself: " It turned out to be like this, it was very hard..."

That wasn't a question, so Zhao Meng didn't answer.He drove Song Qiran to the office building, watched him walk in, and prepared to drive to the market again.The refrigerator at home was emptied before leaving the provincial capital. Zhao Meng decided to replenish a batch of fresh vegetables, meat, eggs and fruits, and make a serious four dishes and one soup for dinner.No matter what, it is also the first meal after returning home, so it must be taken seriously.

After all, that place will be his and the little guy's home from now on.

His phone rang on the way from Carrefour supermarket to the bazaar, and the caller ID turned out to be Zhang Dachun, so he answered it.

The other party's opening remarks were still as rude as ever.

"Zhao! Did you let that pervert take the wrong medicine again? You two can't go on like this. You agreed to go out for the National Day for seven days. Why did you come back halfway?! It's okay to come back. What do you think about Song? What did you do, he is very sick today, do you know that today is the sickest day I have ever known him, and he almost scared all the overtime workers in the office to death!"

Zhao Meng was stunned by his yelling.

"What did he do?"

"He paid for all the overtime workers to eat! He?! Song Qiran?! Invite colleagues to dinner?! Let me tell you that if it wasn't the end of the world, I wouldn't believe that he could do such an outrageous thing. You tell me you go back to your hometown This time he was captured by aliens, and now the one who came back is wearing a soul, I can believe it, he can socialize in the office?? You might as well kill me!"

Zhang Dachun was complaining vigorously on the other end of the phone, when a small voice suddenly came out in the background, "Why didn't you eat and ran to the conference room to make a call?".

Zhang Dachun screamed in fright.

"Song Qiran! Are you a ghost? Can you make some movement when you walk!"

Zhao Meng heard Song Qiran's reply.

"The company stipulates that personal phone calls are not allowed during working hours. Also, you are very noisy."

Zhang Dachun growled.

"I'm calling your man! You! Man! Man!"

"Zhao Meng?"

The voice on the other side gradually became clear, Song Qiran approached and took Zhang Dachun's cell phone.

"What did he tell you?" He asked Zhao Meng directly into the microphone.

Zhao Meng smiled.

"I don't know. He asked why you invited everyone to dinner."

"Oh. Because you said that people who work overtime are very hard. In fact, the company's finances have always issued overtime pay in accordance with the law. I think that since it complies with the regulations, there is no need to care too much about whether to work overtime. After you mentioned it, I thought about it. Maybe they are too neglectful to consider their feelings at ordinary times, working overtime is really hard, and staying in the company will not have time to spend with family.”

Song Qiran answered honestly.In the past, there were many things he didn't understand. Since Zhao Meng had taught him what it means to like someone, he was willing to learn the other things Zhao Meng taught.

"Where are you now?" he asked again.

"I just finished buying vegetables, and there are no winter bamboo shoots in Carrefour. I want to try my luck at the bazaar again." Zhao Meng told him.The signal light ahead began to flash yellow, Zhao Meng slowed down and stopped, a Land Rover in the right lane wanted to cross the line with a yellow light, accelerated a bit late, and almost scratched another car at the intersection, both sides honked their horns.

Song Qiran frowned quickly.He turned around to look at Zhang Dachun, who was eavesdropping behind him with a gossipy face, his tone lost all the ups and downs in an instant.

"You called him while he was driving?"

Zhang Dachun saw the expression on Song Qiran's face clearly, and he took a step back.

"Talking on the phone while driving is dangerous."

I don't know what Song Qiran did on the other end, but a series of Zhang Dachun's howls of ghosts and wolves suddenly exploded in the receiver of Zhao Meng's mobile phone.Zhang Dachun snatched the phone back again, and the shout hit Zhao Meng's eardrum, causing him a headache.

"I'll wipe it!! You have to control me for your excessive mouth! You have to come and pick this thing up quickly, come quickly! Please!"

Zhao Meng took out his mobile phone all the way, and finally told Zhang Dachun benevolently before hanging up:

"I still have to go home and cook. I can't save you, or you will raise a mother."

"Chicken??? Are you scolding me? What chicken? Tell me clearly, how do you raise chickens in the office? Is it okay to scream chicken?! Hello? Zhao Meng? Hello?! Don't hang up! "

The author has something to say

DaveZhang: Help, how to choose chickens of the right age?And does the one-click merging of PS layers by the boss violate the labor law of the designer industry?Waiting online, very urgent.

Xiao Song: Right-click the layer, history record, one-click restore.

Zhang Dachun: I know how to restore it!You fucking shut up!