I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

When Xia Song walked into the agreed coffee shop, he couldn't help tugging at the black suit that didn't fit him.

It is the cheapest material. I bought it in the university commercial street. It is usually used to run job fairs, and at most it is used to take graduation photos. Who knows that one day it will bear the burden that it should not bear at its age. .

He is close to 1.9 meters tall, and the docile suits worn by his roommates have turned into tights for him, binding his hands and feet.As soon as he walked, the trousers went straight up.

The waiter showed no impatience with his attire, which looked like he had gone to the wrong store, and politely extended his hand to guide, "Hello, Mr. Xia. Mr. Jiang is waiting for you."

Xia Song smiled politely and followed him to the window.

Then he saw the man again.

Compared with Xia Song's restraint, Jiang Xing, the inviter, was wearing a comfortable sweatshirt instead, and seemed to be going for a jog around the river after talking with him.White does not show age, besides, he is also very young, looking like a pure college student.

He supported his chin with one hand, and lightly tapped the coffee cup in front of him with the other. His knuckles were slender and his bones were soft, but they revealed an unshakable strength.

Of course Xia Song knew that this was his own mindless imagination, but it was impossible to see so much information from one hand.

When Jiang Xing heard the movement, he withdrew his gaze from looking at the clouds outside the window, and looked back at Xia Song indifferently.

Although he can shake the city with a wave of his hand, his eyesight is inclusive and peaceful, and he doesn't see any inferior style of overwhelming others.

Xia Song lowered his eyes slightly to hide the light in them.

The waiter opened the seat for him, "Mr. Xia, please sit down."

Jiang Xing's eyes fell on the shoulder line of his too narrow suit, "Don't be so restrained."

Wearing this dress, no matter how carefree your personality is, it will become restrained.

Xia Song seemed to come alive after seeing him.

He was born young and handsome, and the stiff expression just now wasted his good looks in vain, but now he looked at Jiang Xing with bright eyes, and turned into a beautiful boy who came out of the comics.

"Mr. Jiang." He said lightly, "Nice to meet you."

Xia Song unconsciously grabbed the corner of the hanging white tablecloth.

Jiang Xing smiled back, still indifferent and careless.

It's not that he doesn't look down on this young man, it's just that with his status, there's really no need to pretend to have nonexistent feelings for a child.

The waiter flipped through the menu, "What do you need?"

Xia Song made no secret of the fact that he had never been to a high-end coffee shop, smiled at Jiang Xing, and touched the tip of his nose embarrassingly.

"Can Mr. Jiang choose for me?" He asked, "I don't know what to drink."

Jiang Xing: "Do you like bitterness or sweetness?"

"It's all fine."

Jiang Xing casually pointed out a name for him, and said like a friend jokingly: "You are easy to deal with."

Xia Song shook his head and said with a smile, "Why did Mr. Jiang deal with me?"

Jiang Xing didn't want to answer his nonsensical questions.

"You know why I asked you to come here."

Xia Song's palms were sweating, he wiped them silently on his trouser legs, and nodded slightly.

From the first time he saw Jiang Xing, except for blinking, his eyes never shifted.

This man is too dazzling.When facing him, Xia Song was like looking up at the only light spot on a cliff or under the stage, reaching out in vain, trying to touch him, but he couldn't even touch the shadow.

"Xiaofeng is my younger sister." Jiang Xing said, "I took her to dinner last week, and she was very sad."

"Your 200th anniversary, there is a concert. She was supposed to be the principal violinist, but someone robbed her of the place."

In his eyes, these things are like children's play.Jiang Xing said plainly, his gaze fell on Xia Song's cuff inadvertently.

The too-short suit was forced to shrink up, exposing the young man's arms trained on the court. The lines are smooth, and the slightly raised muscles can only be seen when exerting strength.

Xia Song didn't refute, but just lowered his head slightly, holding the corner of the cloth with his fingers.

Facing Jiang Xing, he had no room to struggle.

Jiang Xing: "Do you have anything to say?"

"Mr. Jiang..." The young man raised his head carefully, his voice was very soft and cautious, "I really want this quota."

"Ah."

Jiang Xing's answer made Xia Song even more embarrassed. He gritted his teeth and said, "Student Jiang Feng is very good. I shouldn't grab her spot, but..."

"You probably misunderstood something." Jiang Xing interrupted him.

General Xia Song's courage was punctured at once. If he had ears on his head, they would have drooped down, looking at Jiang Xing pitifully.

I was afraid that the only bone in my arms would be taken away in the next second, and then I would be thrown out the door with the chair.

Jiang Xing: "I don't mean to blame you."

"Everything is for the capable." He pushed the coffee in front of Xia Song, "I'm just curious. Xiaofeng's teacher is the best performer in the world, why did she lose to you?"

Jiang Xing smiled slightly, "If she is negligent in practicing, then I will teach her a lesson."

The "ears" on Xia Song's head stood up suddenly, and his eyes sparkled.

"Do you want to know?"

The young man's voice was excited. Jiang Xing hadn't met such an unguarded conversation partner for a long time, and his nerves involuntarily relaxed.

"Ah."

Xia Song leaned forward slightly, his tie almost fell into the coffee, Jiang Xing reached out to help him stop it.

"Ah..." Xia Song picked up his tie in a slight panic, and inevitably held the back of Jiang Xing's hand, "Thank you."

The coffee table had been purposely set up as a narrow circle to facilitate whispering conversations. At this moment, the two leaned over together, and the distance between them inevitably narrowed to an overly intimate level.

"It's okay." Jiang Xing tried to withdraw his hand, but Xia Song just pushed the coffee away so as not to fall in again, and didn't notice that he was holding Jiang Xing.

"Xia Song."

"what?"

Xia Song raised his head in a hurry, and the eyes of the two collided.

He was so close that he could clearly see a small red mole on the bridge of Jiang Xing's nose near the corner of his eye.

Jiang Xing's eyes are light in color, and they are naturally indifferent.Xia Song couldn't move his eyes, and stared at him blankly.

How could there be such a good-looking girl.

"let go."

"oh oh."

The young man responded, and finally let go of his hand slowly, letting the warm and delicate ball of jade leave his palm.

Jiang Xing leaned back in his chair with a calm expression, not at all shaken by the overly ambiguous atmosphere just now.

Perhaps Mr. Jiang had many lovers.Xia Song thought for no reason.It's so strange... He pressed the position of his heart, and the heartbeat was abnormally fast.

He didn't even feel flustered when he competed with Jiang Feng for the chief position.

"Continue." Jiang Xing said.

Xia Song suddenly pulled back to reality, "Sorry. I was a little distracted."

Jiang Xing was noncommittal.

Xia Song took a deep breath, "The school doesn't want to hold a rigid classical concert."

"rigid?"

"That's not what it means." Xia Song explained, "Although it's the 200th anniversary, but..."

He babbled on and explained a lot, but Jiang Xing's mood was fading, and he couldn't hear him, so he stirred the coffee one after another, and took a light sip.

Xia Song lowered his voice and blinked quickly a few times.

"Is Mr. Jiang not interested?"

Jiang Xing: "No."

Xia Song could see it clearly, "It must be because I was too boring..."

The young man looked around and slightly raised his hand to the waiter.

"Is there a violin here?"

Waiter: "Yes, do you need it?"

"Well," Xia Song got up, looked at the open space next to the table, "thank you."

Jiang Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, quietly waiting to see what Xia Song wanted to do.

Xia Song: "I'll tell you directly, it won't be boring."

The violin was well maintained, and Xia Song touched the body of the violin enviously.

The violin in the coffee shop is much better than the one he has used for seven or eight years.

He set up the piano, and the shoulder line of the suit immediately made an untimely strain.

Jiang Xing looked amused: "Take off your coat."

Xia Song unbuttoned his coat, and the shirt inside was his own. The tailoring fits well, but the material is not good, it is too thin, and he can see his vague muscle outline reflected in the sunlight outside the glass.

"This is the song chosen by classmate Jiang Feng."

Xia Song picked up the piano as if he had changed suddenly. All the shyness and embarrassment just now were swept away. The whole person seemed to be shining, which naturally attracted the attention of the listener.

He stood there solemnly, then slowly closed his eyes.

The flowing piano sound is a masterpiece of stream of consciousness, as soft as a girl kissing the listener's forehead, and then passing away in the flowing water and moonlight.

Jiang Xing didn't have the opportunity to learn an instrument, but he could hear that Xia Song's emotional output was not inferior to Jiang Feng's, at most, he was inferior in technique.

Xia Song didn't finish the song, and Jiang Xing felt a little regretful.

"And then it's mine."

His temperament, as calm as the moonlight, changed instantly, his spirit was high, his body danced naturally, and he even chose a theme song for a heroic movie that made his blood boil.

Xia Song's eyes seemed to be burning with fire and vitality. He couldn't take his eyes off, and he could only see Jiang Xing.

"So they chose me."

Xia Song put down the piano, his breathing was slightly rapid, and Jiang Xing even saw the slightly wet sweat on his neckline.

"The 200th anniversary is not a dull 200th year," Xia Song said with a smile, "The school wants to tell everyone that it has always been with the youngest people in the world."

Jiang Xing laughed, "Sit down."

Xia Song's excited expression weakened a lot, he carefully observed Jiang Xing's eyebrows, "Don't Mr. Jiang like it?"

"No, it's great." Jiang Xing said, "Did the orchestra provide you with a piano?"

Xia Song reluctantly watched the waiter take away the violin, "Yes."

"But it's not as good as this one." He sighed, "The club's funds are also very tight."

Jiang Xing clicked on the phone, and it seemed that some plan had been crossed out.

"Let's go."

When Xia Song heard it, he got up immediately, "Is Mr. Jiang leaving?"

He was too eager to hide his reluctance and panic at all.

"I know Xiaofeng's character." Jiang Xing stood up, "I'm afraid she won't speak very well."

The little girl was spoiled by him.This was the first time someone had taken away something she was bound to have.

Xia Song shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't blame classmate Jiang Feng. After all, everyone said that she would definitely be selected. I came out suddenly, and she said that it was nothing wrong with me taking his spot."

Jiang Xing glanced at him, his light brown eyes seemed to see through Xia Song's little trick.

But Xia Song didn't care, he took a step closer to Jiang Xing carefully, "Don't worry about Mr. Jiang."

Xia Song is taller than Jiang Xing, as long as he wants to, he can wrap his arms around Jiang Xing's shoulders by lightly raising his hand.

But he didn't have this chance.

Jiang Xing: "I apologize for her as compensation..."

He thought for a while, made a call, and said a few words in a language that Xia Song could not understand.

Jiang Xing tilted his head slightly, his jaw line was smooth, and his expression was calm and steady, with everything in his hands forever. There was a not-so-real smile at the corner of his mouth, just like himself.

Dissociated from the world, standing on the clouds and glancing at everyone.

Xia Song didn't feel underestimated, only... the desire to climb to his side.

This was the second time he met Jiang Xing.

For the first time, a man donated a laboratory for his sister.

Jiang Xing was wearing a silver-gray suit that day, holding the red silk lightly with his slender fingertips and cutting it open.A reporter from the newspaper office came to take pictures, and the flashlight kept hitting his face. He lowered his eyes slightly, then raised his head and smiled faintly.

Coincidentally, he saw Xia Song in the crowd.

No, actually Xia Song saw him.Because Jiang Xing looked away in the next second, as if it was no different from seeing an extraordinarily tall grass.

He shook hands with the principal, and the two walked into the laboratory building together, followed by countless cameras.

Xia Song was squeezed away by the reporters, and was stunned, unable to take a step.

He was supposed to be in charge of taking pictures, but he didn't take a single picture, and was scolded half to death by the head of the news agency.

But even if he was lying quietly on the hard bed in the dormitory late at night, what he thought of was not the scolding he received today, but Jiang Xing's look.

Straight into the soul, love at first sight.

How could someone be so beautiful.

Jiang Xing hung up the phone and said to Xia Song, "I will accompany you to choose a piano, let's go."

"Qin?" Xia Song repeated blankly, "Violin?"

"Yeah." Jiang Xing walked towards the elevator, "Go and see if you like it."

He glanced at the young man who was still too shocked to recover, and said with a light smile, "If you don't like it, let someone order a new one for you."

Xia Song followed Jiang Xing into the car and couldn't help observing him secretly.

This man was so far away from him an hour ago, he could only look up at him like a star in the sky, and he didn't even dare to hope for a chance to talk.

But now, Xia Song is already sitting beside Jiang Xing, watching him take out his computer to deal with the affairs left behind.

It was so close that Xia Song could take off the starlight at will.

Jiang Xing: "I'll take care of the work."

Just to inform you politely.

"It's okay." Xia Song waved his hand, pretending to take out his mobile phone to reply to the message, but in fact, his eyes were always glued to Jiang Xing.

His phone was on silent, and Xia Song was upset to see dozens of little red dots on missed calls.He turned off the screen and remained motionless.

Jiang Xing simply arranged the work, glanced at the young man, and happened to meet his gaze.

Xia Song was stunned, looked away, woke up the phone in a panic, slid his fingertips, opened and closed the app.

"Mr. Jiang, here we are."

The driver stopped at an alley.

Jiang Xing: "Find a place to park, it should take a long time."

"Okay." The driver nodded and glanced at Xia Song in the rearview mirror.

He probably knew about the young man.

He was originally a child from a well-to-do family, but unfortunately his father became addicted to gambling, and his mother took him to escape, but he still couldn't escape the indiscriminate bombardment of those debt collectors.

Xia Song looked very sunny, but the driver couldn't help feeling regretful.

Such a good child, but he was unlucky and was born in a bad family.

Xia Song was a little excited, and said: "I used to go to high school in this street, and I didn't know there was a piano seller."

"He doesn't hang a signboard." Jiang Xing pushed open the ordinary store door, and the sound of creaking and grinding wood stopped.

An old man with gray hair was sitting in the room making a violin, and the floor was covered with sawdust, which was obviously not a state to welcome guests.

"You came so fast."

The old man's eyes were cloudy, and the lens slipped to the bridge of his nose. He pushed it up without getting up to greet the guests.

"Choose whatever you like here." He continued to polish, sawdust flying around, without even looking at Xia Song.

Jiang Xing: "I don't know the piano, you try it yourself."

"Is everything okay?"

"Ah."

Xia Song looked around, with surprise in his eyes.He walked around the wood chips carefully, took down a piano hanging on the wall, and gently stroked the exquisitely crafted arc.

Jiang Xing chose a sofa at random and sat down. The lights in the room were dim, and only the old man's workbench was lit with an incandescent lamp.

The old man glanced at Xia Song, and his tone was milder than before, "I thought you were choosing the violin for Xiaofeng."

"Xiaofeng already has a lot of pianos." Jiang Xing said.

The old man snorted, obviously sneering at the little girl's love-loving character.

Xia Song turned around and tried many violins, and finally hugged one of the violins that looked a bit slender and couldn't let go. The movements of stroking it were full of love that he dared not touch hard.

Jiang Xing asked: "Like this one?"

"Hmm." Xia Song realized that his actions were too naive, and touched his cheek shyly, "Is it okay?"

"Yes." The old man said, "I have vision."

Xia Song: "How much is this...?"

The old man raised his eyebrows and didn't speak.

Jiang Xing laughed, "Get the box and pack it yourself."

"Oh."

Xia Song liked it too much, and was too embarrassed to continue asking, so he obediently put it into the piano case carefully.

The evening sun shone, and the dripping rain fell on the dusty glass windows of the piano shop.

The old man glanced: "Tsk. It's raining again, and my shop will be flooded if it rains again."

Jiang Xing said a few words to him casually, Xia Song hugged Qin and stared at Jiang Xing closely, with an unstoppable smile on his face.

I really like it very much, this is true for the piano, especially for the person who gave him the piano.

"Actually..." Xia Song continued, "Student Jiang Feng didn't say anything too extreme."

The well-educated little girls are out of breath, which means that the repertoire they play is not as elegant, and the film arrangement is not as good as classical balabala.The people in the orchestra felt offended, but they didn't have anything to refute.

Jiang Xing smiled and said, "I don't know her yet?"

Although it sounded like a light reprimand when he said this, it was actually a joke to defend Jiang Feng's behavior.

Even if an apology is given to Xia Song, it is only a compensation from a parent out of politeness and morality.In fact, he was protecting Jiang Feng from the bottom of his heart.

Xia Song knew this, but couldn't get angry.

He only had envy in his heart.I envy Jiang Feng for having a brother who dotes on her for no reason, no matter what troubles happen, someone will cover her up.

Xia Song said: "Mr. Jiang, in fact, there is no distinction in music."

When he said this, even the old man who made the piano stopped and squinted at him.

Being watched silently by the two, Xia Song was a little nervous and hugged the piano case in his arms tightly.

Jiang Xing said softly: "Don't be nervous, you can say whatever you want."

"Hmm..." Xia Song took a deep breath, and his eyes were frank: "Music is born for happiness."

"Student Jiang Feng likes classical music, my classmates like sci-fi movies, and the aunts who dance in the square like love songs with simple melodies. In fact, they all get happiness from it."

"Since it is happy and not vulgar, there is no high or low in music."

Jiang Xing watched the young man slowly express his opinion, smiled and shook his head.

Xia Song: "You...don't agree?"

"No, what you said makes a lot of sense." Jiang Xing smiled gently, and seemed to be a little more real than before, "Xiaofeng is too self-righteous."

The old man snorted, "I have a tarp in the closet."

Seeing Xia Song looking around like a headless chicken, he simply threw away his gloves and stood up, "I can't find anything, the kids nowadays are really..."

He babbled and pulled out the tarp, and exaggeratedly wrapped the piano case with three layers inside and three layers outside, "Remember to unpack it when you go back."

Xia Song was confused by him, so he could only nod his head, his tall figure couldn't straighten up in front of the short old man.

The rain was getting heavier, and the tourists who were shopping in the alley left screaming, and soon the outside was empty. Seeing that there was no business in the shop, they simply packed up and prepared to close.

Xia Song: "Mr. Jiang, I've done it."

"Let's go, I'll take you back." Jiang Xing stood up, "Do you have an umbrella?"

Old man: "No."

He threw a tarp to each of them, "Put it on the hijab."

"You really..." Jiang Xing said helplessly, "Let's go."

In order to test the piano, Xia Song tied his coat around his waist in a nondescript manner. He carried the piano case and walked out. When he went out, he found that the raindrops were as big as soybeans, and he felt a heavy hit on the tarpaulin.

Jiang Xing frowned slightly. He was wearing sneakers that were prone to water entry, and his walking was extremely limited.

Xia Song hesitated for a moment, "Mr. Jiang."

"Ok?"

"Wait for me for a while."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Jiang Xing to respond, he dragged him into an open milk tea shop. There were two middle school students hiding from the rain. When they saw the two coming in, they couldn't help but looked at each other and smiled, pushing and drinking milk tea.

Jiang Xing was dissatisfied with the other party's nonsensical behavior, so he put down the tarp, "What are you doing?"

Xia Song smiled apologetically, "It's too cold in the rain, I'll go buy an umbrella."

He put down the piano case on the table and touched the back of Jiang Xing's hand.

Jiang Xing frowned and said nothing.

"Mr. Jiang's hands are so cold."

The young man took the order skillfully at the front desk, and soon came back with a cup of milk tea, "It's hot, I asked him to change the milk, it won't taste bad."

He was afraid that Jiang Xing would look down on him, so he didn't insert the straw, and wiped the cup twice with a wet towel to make sure there was no sticky milk tea sticking to it.

"It's okay to hold Nuan Nuan's hands," Xia Song said with a smile, "I'll be right back."

The young man walked into the rain curtain, and the tarpaulin was draped over his body, giving him the illusion of a war robe.

Jiang Xing was the only one standing in the store, and even the clerks sat down and played with their mobile phones. It was probably their own small milk tea shop, and there were not so many rules.

The two sisters who were sitting were even eating fried potatoes. Chili oil mixed with many spices was a unique taste in the alley.

Jiang Xing stood where he was, out of place.

He pursed the corners of his lips tightly, and had to say that the milk tea in his hand was quite warm.

Xia Song came back soon, but only had an umbrella in his hand, "Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry."

"Suddenly it rained, and the umbrellas were sold out." He shook the handle of the umbrella, but the quality was not very good, and he could hear the sound of metal clanging.

"It's all right. It's not far from the parking lot."

Jiang Xing moved his fingers, "Let's go."

"Wait, don't you drink?"

Jiang Xing hesitated.

According to his habit, he would definitely not drink anything from the street shop casually, not because he felt ashamed, but because he thought of the housekeeper's rambling about "a cockroach egg case that looks like a red bean" and "throwing a dishcloth into a cup to wipe it" Not much to swallow.

"Then give it to me." Xia Song took it, drank milk tea in two or three sips, and threw it into the trash can with the arc of shooting.

Jiang Xing felt helpless, no matter how mature Xia Song's acting style was, he still acted like a child.

When the young man smiled, his sunny and handsome face seemed to glow.

Perhaps it was the place he was familiar with that gave him a sense of security, so he naturally moved a lot.

Xia Song held up the umbrella, "Let's go."

The two walked into the rain curtain, and the sticky sweet air went away behind them.

Jiang Xing still kept a little distance from Xia Song, and the young man didn't approach after he found out. He just tilted the umbrella a little, and most of his body was exposed outside.

The night was too dark, Jiang Xing didn't notice this detail.

Jiang Xing sniffed lightly, and seemed to smell a scent of flowers on Xia Song.

"The smell of jasmine?" The young man bent his eyes with a smile. The street lamp illuminated the transparent umbrella, and the fine light distorted by the rain fell on his face. The light was not real, only an overly handsome outline.

Jiang Xing: "Yes."

"The one just now was called Jasmine Milk Green." The young man said, "This store is very clean and has been on the local news."

No wonder the young man smelled like jasmine, soft and not in line with his own temperament.

Xia Song: "I remember the parking lot is right here..."

The two turned the corner and finally saw the open-air parking lot. The driver was afraid of missing Jiang Xing, so he didn't go looking for him, and was waiting for them in front of the door.Seeing Jiang Xing now, he immediately greeted him and held an umbrella for the boss.

Jiang Xing nodded slightly to Xia Song: "Thank you."

The heavy rain seemed to wash away his vague sense of distance.

Xia Song blinked, "Then, Mr. Jiang, goodbye."

Jiang Xing frowned and said, "It's raining too much, I'll take you back."

"No." The young man shook his head, holding the piano case tightly with one hand, like a baby who would never change his life, "It will dirty the sir's car."

Only then did Jiang Xing notice that the shirt on his body was soaked and stuck tightly to his muscles, but his gaze was as innocent as a puppy, and the contrast made people look sideways.

"It's okay, let's go." Jiang Xing said.

This kid is so obedient, holding an umbrella so that Jiang Xing didn't get any rain on his body, and he didn't talk when he was soaked through, which saved a lot of trouble than Jiang Feng.

If the little girl had changed, she would have called him as soon as she saw it was getting dark and asked someone to pick her up. Maybe she would complain that she was too tired from walking in high heels and asked her brother to carry them.

Relying on Jiang Xing's love, she can ask for too many things that others dare not even think about.

The young man was too embarrassed to refuse his offer, so he kept a distance from him to prevent the rain from getting on Jiang Xing.

The driver opened the door for Jiang Xing to get into the car, and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Xia, don't be cautious, the boss really doesn't care."

Xia Song thanked him politely and got into the car.

The leather seat soon gathered a puddle of water stains, Jiang Xing took out a towel from the storage box, "Wipe it."

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

The young man put the piano case away first, then rubbed his head vigorously to wipe off the water, and by the way covered the hem of his clothes to prevent it from dripping on the car.

"where do you live?"

Xia Song: "No. 15 Xuefu Street."

The driver was a local. He looked at Xia Song complicatedly, and the car drove into the night.

It is said to be Xuefu Street, but it is actually a few tube buildings decades ago, and it is even designed for two or three families to share the kitchen.

There are few pedestrians on rainy days, and the narrow lanes in the old district are full of cars. The driver managed to drive in with great difficulty and stopped at the gate of No. 15.

Xia Song said: "I'm here."

He lowered his head slightly to Jiang Xing, and whispered, "Really... thank you very much."

Qin means more to him than anything, even though it may be a meal to Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing: "Don't worry about it."

Xia Song had no choice but to find another topic. He got out of the car, closed the door gently, and waved goodbye to Jiang Xing.

It was raining heavily, so he turned around and climbed up the old building, stomping heavily to wake up the dim corridor lights.

The driver looked at his back, "Mr. Xia is fine."

"Be more obedient than Xiaofeng." Jiang Xing smiled, turned on the circulating air system, and lit a cigarette.

The driver said in a low voice, "You've been too tired recently... why don't you push off tomorrow's work?"

"It's okay." Jiang Xing crossed his legs, leaned against the headrest with his eyes closed, breathed lightly, and took a slow breath of the cigarette.

Compared with his impeccable appearance in front of Xia Song, he is now showing a tiredness that cannot be concealed.

"What does jasmine milk green taste like?"

"Ah?" The driver was taken aback. "You mean milk tea? My girl likes to drink that. It costs ten yuan a cup. It seems to be milk tea made from jasmine green tea? I don't really understand it either."

"That's it." Jiang Xing said, "In the future, I will replace my cigarettes with Jasmine's."

"it is good."

He smoked half a cigarette, and was about to blow it out to let the driver leave, when a woman's scolding suddenly came from inside the building.

Jiang Xing was startled, and slightly pressed the car window, the rain that drifted in wet the flames and made a sizzling sound.

The lights in the tube building were all woken up by the scolding, and the sound insulation of the floor was poor. The neighbors downstairs heard it too, and went to the window to close the glass.

But he seemed to have seen Jiang Xing's car, and opened the window again to observe carefully.

Jiang Xing glanced at him, he was a middle-aged man, and closed the car window.

The middle-aged man seemed to have discovered something important, so he turned his head and went out the door.Jiang Xing saw him running upstairs through the grille of the old corridor.

The scolding fell silent for a moment, but soon intensified.

The driver worried: "It sounds...it seems to have something to do with Mr. Xia..."

The woman scolded harshly, directly accusing Xia Song of being like his father who gambled with dogs and pigs, mixed with a string of unsavory dirty words.

After the neighbors passed by, they scolded so much that even the driver couldn't stand it anymore. They could scold them for selling sex. Is this something my mother could say?

Jiang Xing frowned and said, "Wait."

Neighbors didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement. After a while, several families opened the doors silently and listened to Ronaldinho swearing.

Xiao Luo is a poor woman. They all know that many people advised her to find a man to marry as soon as possible. Anyway, the oil bottle is also an adult, so let him work to earn money by himself.

A tall young man stood in the middle of the corridor, his clothes were dripping with water, and his eyelashes were covered with water.

Even in this embarrassment, he still didn't let go of the piano case.

The neighbor coughed twice: "Xiao Xia, what are you doing? A gift from someone else?"

Seeing that Xia Song was silent, he said, "The car downstairs is quite expensive, isn't it?"

Luo Hong raised her eyebrows, "What car?"

Neighbor: "Oh, it's the one who sent Xiaoxia back. I saw a man sitting in it. Don't tell me, it looks familiar. I seem to have seen it on TV..."

Luo Hong turned pale for a while, grabbed the umbrella from Xia Song's hand, and hit his son hard on the back, "I ask you! Where did you get the money to buy the piano! Ah?!"

With disheveled hair and an old woolen coat, she looked like an old woman, not a middle-aged woman.

Xia Song couldn't bear it, bowed his head and said softly, "No money was spent."

Neighbor: "Ah! Could it be from that person? Tsk tsk, it looks like thousands of dollars?"

Thousands of dollars?This is a huge amount for the laid-off workers who live here. Who would spend thousands of dollars to buy a bunch of broken wood?Immediately, someone began to whisper that Xia Song shouldn't take people's things indiscriminately, and said who would be willing to give him such expensive things, so what's the relationship?

What's more, I heard from the male neighbor that there is a man underneath.

The neighbor walked over and lifted the tarp, Xia Song pursed his lips and hid for a while.

He carefully covered the tarp, and Luo Hong was furious with that action, even ignoring the neighbors watching.

"Kneel down!" she yelled angrily, "Dirty thing, I should throw you to your damn father, let's just starve to death..."

She blushed with anger, hormones made her go crazy, and the umbrella slammed on Xia Song hard.

Xia Song endured it, and only protected the piano box, "Mom, let me explain to you when you go in, okay?"

There was a hint of pleading in his tone.

Those people's comments and gazes were like whips to whip him, hitting his body one after another, it was more shame than pain.

"You cheap bastard, you still want to come into my house? Get lost!"

The umbrella snapped, the umbrella fractured, and an iron bone flew up and scratched the corner of Xia Song's eye.

The blood made Luo Hong calm down a little, his eyes were round and bloodshot, and he gasped for breath.

When the male neighbor saw the blood, he was also frightened. He didn't dare to fight any more, and sneaked behind other neighbors to continue watching the show.

He didn't like this kid a long time ago, didn't he just get admitted to a university?What's there to be proud of, I didn't even know how to call him uncle when I came back, so I walked home sullenly.

If it weren't for his children asking Xia Song to help make up lessons, he would have scolded him long ago.Fortunately, Luo Hong is soft-boned, so she asked Xia Song to rush over to class if she said something casually.

Even the exercise books used by the children in the neighborhood were bought by Xia Song with his wages.

It can't be broken, the male neighbor thought, what if Xia Song ran away in a fit of anger?Tutors outside can get tens of dollars for a lesson?Xia Song's in the university, I heard that there are several hundred...

Xia Song said: "Then I will say it here."

He took a deep breath and said loudly: "Our school celebration, I won the violin lead competition from a classmate, this is the violin given by my classmate's brother."

The surroundings became quiet, and several closed their doors.

Another neighbor ran upstairs, knocking melon seeds in his hand, "Hey, the car downstairs looks familiar to me, have you seen Xiao Luo?"

Luo Hong's blood pressure rose again just after getting off, but she couldn't get angry at her neighbors.

"That's the big boss's car." The neighbor poohed on the ground, spat out the melon seeds, envious and jealous, "he owns all the shopping malls in our city."

The male neighbor rolled his eyes and hurriedly asked, "Do you know him? Who is it?"

"The surname is Jiang, I remember it is quite famous."

Xia Song: "None of his business!"

It was the first time Luo Hong saw his son so excited, and said angrily, "What do you have to do with him!"

"I……"

The corridor lights were stomped, and the big driver in a suit and leather shoes stopped there, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Xia Song lowered his eyes, his knuckles turned white.

The neighbor backed away silently. They were a good thing, but this man was tall and tall, and his dark face was just like the black in the movie.

"Mr. Xia," the driver walked up to Xia Song, glared at Luo Hong, and the woman backed away in fright, "Let's go."

Xia Song shook his head, "No..."

"Mr. Jiang is waiting for you."

The young man remained silent, his hair still dripping slowly.

The neighbor suddenly became anxious: "Xiao Xia, where are you going? Isn't this your own home?"

"Your mother is just in a hurry, hey, no matter what, you can't, you can't be with a man..."

The driver turned his head viciously, and said in a muffled voice, "What did you say?"

The neighbor trembled in fright. He was originally a chubby middle-aged man, but in front of this person dressed as a bodyguard, his legs trembled in fright, and he couldn't speak.

Luo Hong: "If you dare to leave, don't come back in this life!"

Mosquitoes and flies were flying under the dim light, Xia Song lowered his eyes and felt dizzy for a while.

The neighbor took the opportunity to say: "That's right, Xiao Xia, don't think about it for so many years. If it weren't for the help of our family, those debt collectors would have sold your mother and child for money."

"My darling is still waiting for you to give him extra lessons. Every day I keep talking about when Brother Xiaoxia will go..."

"What does your child have to do with Xia Song for making up lessons?" The voice was so indifferent that it made people tense up.

The neighbor shuddered for no reason and looked back.

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