cheongsam boy

The Shu satin on the moon-white background is embroidered with gorgeous roses in blossoms. The delicate green leaves are connected in the petal stamens, and the colors collide in the curves.

Song Rin pressed the empty part of his chest, and then used cloth glue to gather the fabric around his waist, so that the cheongsam barely took shape on him.

But after all, it is not good-looking, and the lack of beauty is an insurmountable hurdle between gender differences.

Recalling the effect of the heroine in In the Mood for Love, Song Rin only felt that she was useless.He untied the buckle irritably, revealing his small and round Adam's apple.

The Adam's apple is easy to cover, but what is hard to cover is Song Rin's rigidity as a man.

Song Rin looked at himself in the glasses again, with uncontrollable disgust pressing down on his heart, he smoked a cigarette and walked to the balcony, taking a long breath as the sparks ignited.

In the case of a large-scale winter in the whole country, Nancheng in November is still hot, even at night, it has a bit of the heat of the day.

Song Rin leaned on the balcony and took a few puffs. Just as he was about to extinguish it, the cell phone in the living room rang. He went in and crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. He picked up the cell phone, but when he saw the caller ID, Suddenly froze for a moment.

The woman on the screen smiled gracefully, but the tenderness in that smile was not for Song Rin.

The chill ran up his spine, and Song Rin looked at himself in the glasses in a panic, as if he was afraid that someone would spy on him through the screen, so he hurriedly picked up a blanket and wrapped it around his body, not caring too much, and then directly connected phone.

"Mother," Song Lin tried to maintain a normal voice and greeted Song Shuling.

Song Shuling's cold voice came from the receiver, there was no trace of blame in her tone, but her words were full of dissatisfaction: "Why is it so long?"

The sound of mahjong and opera came into the ears, Song Rin bit the soft flesh in his mouth and replied: "I just arrived, I was packing things in the bedroom, I didn't hear it."

The clashing sound of playing mahjong over there suddenly stopped, and Song Shuling coughed unnaturally: "Oh yes, you just returned to China today."

Speaking of this, Song Shuling probably felt a little inappropriate, so she hurriedly changed the topic, and asked about the current situation in a motherly manner.

Song Rin tightened the blanket around her body, and replied obediently.

"What's the matter with your translation work?" Song Shuling's voice of making tea came from the other side, "Why did you suddenly transfer back?"

Listening to Song Shuling's questioning, the fragments of the previous few days immediately flashed in his mind.

Dazzling light, trembling voice and hands, intermittent reports...

Song Rin's breathing was stagnant, and the piercing chill permeated her back, making her whole body tremble like needle pricks.

"Song Rin? Song Rin?"

Song Shuling's call sounded in her ears, Song Rin shivered back to her senses, but when she spoke again, she couldn't hide her hoarseness.

"It's okay, I just..."

"Oh, forget it, I don't understand." Song Shuling's mahjong sound rang again, "You can come back tomorrow and talk to grandpa."

Listening to Song Shuling's arrangement, Song Rin pursed her lips in displeasure.

It's like this every time, arranging every time strongly, and never asking for opinions in advance.

Song Rin felt restless and pulled the blanket: "The day after tomorrow, I have an appointment with Dad to go to his place tomorrow..."

"Tell him that your grandpa wants to see you." Song Shuling couldn't pretend anymore when she heard Song Rin say the word dad, her tone was hard to see, "Did you hear me, come back to see your grandpa first."

Song Shuling was like this, she looked gentle and generous on the surface, but in fact, she carried a deep-rooted strength in her bones.

Song Rin didn't bother to argue with her on this kind of matter anymore, so she responded with a suppressed irritability, and finally hung up the phone with a wild smile.

Just as she hung up the phone, before she could catch her breath, Shu Ya's call came in right after her.

"Chief," Shu Ya's voice was a little cautious, "Have you read the email I sent you?"

"Not yet," Song Rin asked in a panic as he rummaged through the pills in his bag with shaking hands, "Is there anything important?"

"No..." Shu Ya muttered, "It's your electronic transfer letter, which needs to be signed by you."

Listening to the three words in the job transfer letter, Song Rin shook the hand holding the pill, and the white pill slipped down in the palm of his hand, and disappeared in the darkness accompanied by the buzzing in the cochlea.

In fact, this is a doomed result, but it's just unwillingness.

Anyway, Shu Ya has worked under Song Rin for so many years, and she also knows Song Rin's temperament, so she immediately added words of relief in silence.

"It doesn't matter chief, your ability is there. This transfer is just to change the environment for you to relax. We are all waiting for you to come back."

go back.

Listening to Shu Ya's words, Song Rin smiled wryly. In such a highly competitive environment, the mistake he made probably made it impossible for him to go back.

Song Rin took the pill again, and swallowed it without any water, then took out the tablet and signed his name on the transfer letter.

After everything was done, Shu Ya didn't bother Song Rindo anymore, and hung up the phone thoughtfully to give him room and face.

The reason for the transfer on the transfer letter is very vague, and the personnel department can be regarded as saving face for Song Rin, but as a member of the Song family, no matter whether you are abroad or at home, those who stare at you But never let up.

Hearing Song Shuling's tone of voice when she called today, Song Rin knew that no matter how hard she pressed, those things were still not hidden.

In the days to come, I don't know how many people are waiting to see his jokes.

Thinking about Song Rin for a while, he felt powerless. At this time, the sequelae of the MRI also struck like a deliberate retaliation, nausea and dizziness surged.

During the period from the airport to the hospital and back from the cheongsam shop, Song Rin didn't eat anything at all, and the vomiting at this time was just retching. He was used to it and knew how to deal with it.

Enduring the discomfort, he picked out a candy from the sugar bowl and swallowed it. He didn't plan to do anything else, and walked towards the bedroom while unbuttoning the cheongsam.

Because of going abroad all the year round, Song Rin's 'home' is more like a hotel suite, clean and tidy, but not popular at all.

Song Rin stood by the bed and carefully picked apart the cloth glue on the waist, but in the next second, there were messy folds where the cloth glue was loosened.

Song Rin stretched out his hand and found that it could not be flattened.His heart skipped a beat, he didn't even have time to remove the cloth glue on the other side of his waist, so he hurriedly found the iron and got it out.

But just when he was about to take off the cheongsam and iron it, he suddenly stopped.

It's true that there are wrinkles, but the fabric is unusual, and I don't know if it can be ironed with an iron.

Song Rin really loves this cheongsam so much, she pays attention and care when touching and closing it.He froze in place and thought for a while, and after making a decision, he turned around and took his phone to send a message to Gu Zhuo.

——Song Rin: Hello Boss Gu, I would like to ask, what should I do if the cheongsam is wrinkled?Can I iron it with an electric iron?

At that time, the two became friends when receiving the money, and now the message of Song Rin's transfer is still stuck on the WeChat chat interface.

Gu Zhuo should be holding the phone, and he replied quickly, but there was only a voice message.

"You can't use an iron, cover it with a hot towel for three to five minutes, and then hang it to dry."

Gu Zhuo's voice was very clear, like an abacus being fiddled with, and there was a crackling sound of lips and tongue colliding between hooking and closing.

Song Rin's ears felt a little feverish, he hastily moved the phone away a little bit, but secretly retracted it while hesitating, and clicked it again in a strange way.

With a jade-like voice, Song Rin couldn't help biting the candy between his teeth, and finished listening to the voice again while chewing.

Boss Gu's voice is really nice, it's a pity not to be a voice actor.

Song Rin thought so at first, but then he came back to his senses and scolded himself for being stupid. He glanced at the transfer records, looked at the price and thought it would be a pity that Gu Zhuo became a voice actor.

After getting the solution, Song Rin thanked him, and Gu Zhuo politely replied with a few official words, and then accepted the conversation.

At this time, the effect of the medicine also came up. Song Lin endured the dizziness and finished the cheongsam, and buried it in the bed without washing.

The cheongsam was hung on the side of the bed, and when the evening wind blew in, the corners of the clothes lifted up into Song Rin's eyes. He turned his head and looked at the wet mark on his waist illuminated by the moonlight. Gu Zhuo's voice came back involuntarily.

This passage came suddenly, and before Song Rin had time to think deeply about why this happened, the effect of punching the medicine knocked him out, and the world in front of him was shaking and blurring, but Gu Zhuo's voice sounded like jade falling into the pan in his ears. Give him peace of mind.

3. Xinglang