I'm not unlucky at all

Not knowing what kind of fanfare it was, Song Wenlu called his friend on the way, threw him the card number, and asked the other party to check which bank the remittance was sent from just now.

My friend is a friend of a friend, and people are blah, but the efficiency is not bad. Song Wenlu wrote back after waiting for 2 minutes, saying that it was the CCB next to the urban hospital, and asked what happened in a cheap tone. What's the matter, it's not that the female secretary he hooked up with a few days ago secretly transferred the money on his card.

He also said earnestly: "Brother, I have experienced in the flowers, I told you earlier that the little secretary looks gentle and honest, but she has a lot of eyes, and you just follow the other party's tricks, so this time I will teach you a lesson. "

There was a young mother crossing the road with her young son in front of her. Song Wenlu's face softened slightly, and he stopped the car to make way for the two of them.

"Don't talk nonsense, she is not that kind of person."

Hey on the other side of the phone, with a surprised tone: "It's not her? That's impossible. I ran into her in my true colors last night, tsk tsk tsk, that dress of famous brands looks like a lotus flower fairy. It doesn’t look like it at all at ordinary times! Don’t tell me, I only recognized it after looking at it several times, hey Lao Song, didn’t the money on sister Lotus come from you?”

What a mess of lotus flowers, Song Wenlu's eyelids twitched, and he suppressed the urge to talk to her, and asked, "Did you see her in Bense last night? Are you sure you didn't drink too much and misjudged her?"

"How is it possible! No, Lao Song, we have to talk about it, you really don't trust me!"

Song Wenlu sneered and said, "What the hell, let the women you're dating at the same time trust you first."

Being poked at the sore spot, Song Wenlu wailed from the other side, and Song Wenlu cut off the call with a blank expression.

He still didn't want to think badly about Su Xianghe.

For Song Wenlu, Su Xianghe was the first woman whom he could continue to have a basic affection for after being together for a period of time, and she fully fit his definition of the role of the other half and the role of wife after starting a family.

Although the confession was rejected, Song Wenlu had basic trust and respect for Su Xianghe.

Throwing the phone on the passenger seat, the man turned the car around and drove towards the urban hospital.

Song Xing walked out of the bank with some money left in his hand, so he went to the nearby food stall to buy a roasted sweet potato, and leaned against the edge of the flower bed to eat slowly.

It was hot, and Song Xing was sweating from eating. The T-shirt on his body was sticking to the skin. The 1.7-meter tall man stood like a clothes pole. He was thin and thin, without any fat.

He remembered that the few clothes hanging on the public balcony of Tongzilou yesterday were confiscated, and he planned to rush back after eating the roasted sweet potatoes.

030 is full and everything is enough, especially imitating the problem of human beings falling asleep when they are full, and made a setting for themselves unless the loneliness value of the task target has a wide range of fluctuations. Xing cheered up: "Comrade Song Xing, the party and the organization will support you behind the scenes!"

Song Xing didn't care about its stupidity, when passing by the flower bed, he ran into an old man holding a rice bowl begging for money, and took a long time to find the coins stuck together in his pocket.

He broke it and put a one-yuan steel coin in it.

"Young man, why are you so picky?" The old man's cloudy eyes were full of disgust and contempt, shaking the rattling coins in the rice bowl, revealing a hundred-yuan bill underneath, "I feel sorry for the old woman, please give me some more."

Song Xing curled his fingers and looked at the old man quietly.

The old man's face was already practiced when he was begging for money all over the street. Song Xing didn't give her the remaining steel coin, so she turned dark, slapped her bony legs and began to lament that she was too old to take care of her. , can't get a bite to eat, and doesn't even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

The other party sang, read, played, and played with all voices and expressions, crying bitterly.

Gradually, people around looked here.

Song Xing held the coin in his hand silently.

"Oh, it's not easy for the elderly." The kind-hearted passerby couldn't stand it anymore, threw some change into the old man's rice bowl, glanced at Song Xing again, and shook his head while talking, "Young people nowadays are really..."

There was a flash of pride in the old man's eyes, and he held the rice bowl in his shriveled and old hands tremblingly and said, "Good people are rewarded with good rewards." He was still looking at Song Xing.

But Song Xing didn't give the last coin to the old beggar.

It was the last of his possessions.

"Grandma, if I give you the money, I will starve to death."

The begging old man naturally didn't believe it, he kowtowed and cried bitterly, and while others couldn't see, he spat two mouthfuls of phlegm at Song Xing's feet viciously.

An interval from the car window, Song Wenlu frowned and looked at the thin Song Xing, feeling a little distressed suddenly.

Because he found that the child seemed to be soft-hearted easily.

To the one who was admitted to the hospital, to myself, to the beggar who had never met on the roadside.

It's a pity that he was treated as a donkey for his soft heart at the end, and now the other party wants to bite back.

Unable to hold back, Song Wenlu drove the car closer to Song Xing, rolled down the window and slammed his head and face.

"Are you stupid, you won't scold her when she forces you to give money? Why can't you keep those two coins and buy more food for yourself?" I don't even look at how thin I have become!

Song Wenlu focused his eyes on the thin body of the other party, and honked the horn, out of breath.

Song Xing's eyes flashed with surprise: "Mr. Song?"

Song Wenlu said coldly, "Get in the car."

Song Xing wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say a word, but suddenly heard the mechanical voice set by 030 in his mind: "The mission target's loneliness value is increasing-8, 9, 10..."

Song Xing's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't move.

"10,11,12, [-], [-]... The solitude value of the task target continues to rise, please the host to appease quickly."

Song Xing pursed her lips into a straight line, raised her eyes and gave Song Wenlu a serious look, then opened the car door and sat in the co-pilot.

Song Wenlu was satisfied.

The mechanical voice quieted down in my mind.

Next to him, the old beggar saw a luxury car parked next to him, his turbid eyes lit up.

Song Wenlu casually closed his eyes and looked over, the old man's heart skipped a beat, his body trembled instinctively, his expression immediately changed, and his crying and howling resounded loudly: "Oh, it's unreasonable, you said that the old woman forced you to ask for money, you feel your conscience Sigh, the old lady has never done a bad thing in her life, you say that to kill the old lady, why is the life of the old lady so ruined..."

Song Wenlu stared at the begging old man for a few seconds, with a slight smile on his lips, but his eyes were as cold as winter: "I remember that passers-by are not allowed to beg on the flower bed."

The old beggar stopped crying, opened his eyes wide and said, "Look, look, look, this is not a way of life!"

People around stopped to watch the excitement, the old man wiped his tears, abandoned the rice bowl, sat down in front of the car, and stalked.

Song Wenlu didn't expect that he would be stalked by a beggar one day, his indifferent eyes showed a bit of hostility, he made a random call to ask the other party to arrive quickly, ignored the old beggar's crying, and got into the car window.

"Don't be so kind next time." Song Wenlu tilted his head and said to Song Xing in a slow tone.

The young man's hair was still wet from the evaporation of sweat, and a small pimple was blown out by the cold air on his thin arm. He took the towel in the grid and handed it to Song Xing: "Wipe the sweat first."

Probably because Song Wenlu didn't wait for Song Xing's response, Song Wenlu realized that Song Xing was still staring at the old man in a daze, with a calm expression, but a little complicated.

"Hey, are you scared?" Song Wenlu leaned forward and waved his hand in front of Song Xing.

Song Xing regained his senses, pressed the palm of his hand, pursed his lips and said, "No."

lie.

Song Wenlu frowned, threw the towel into Song Xing's arms, and stopped asking.

But in fact, Song Xing just suddenly remembered something.

He was taken by his grandma for several years when he was a child.

People who came from the old era became extremely picky after being poor for a lifetime.

Song Xing recalled that there was a time when several of their cousins ​​were starved by his milk, and everyone loved to follow him for food. At that time, it happened to coincide with the four-monthly cattle and sheep fair in the village. , His grandma was annoyed by what they wanted, so she took her brothers out with her little cloth bag that she wouldn't even throw away in the shower.

The little boy has a jumpy personality and wants something when he sees something on the road.His grandma refused, so the first cousin lay down on the ground and rolled around, refusing to let him go.The eldest cousin is his grandmother's favorite grandson, and he can't compare with Song Xing, who is unlucky when things happen to him. He ordered popping candy for a long time, a pack of ten cents, and his grandmother bought it for him, leaving the rest of the brothers only I'm envious.

But that time the eldest cousin was not complacent either.

There were a lot of people at the cattle and sheep market, Song Xing remembered that his eldest cousin probably didn't even touch the popping candy packaging, and was squeezed to the ground by a passing family.The child in the countryside has hard skin, and when he fell lightly, the stones on the ground hurt when he didn't roll, but he couldn't stop his grandma. When he saw it, he pinched the arm of the hostess and started crying, crying At the same time, he said that the other party's family saw her as an old woman with a child so easy to bully, and it was intentional.

Then ask people for money.

At that time, there was no such thing as "pengci". Song Xing only remembered that he cried for a while, screaming, and the family was shamed by the surrounding villagers. , I gave out all the 20 yuan I had with me.