I'm not unlucky at all

This memory is not very good for Song Xing, but the memory is very deep.

Song Xing pressed her temples, lowered her eyes slightly.

From the corner of Song Wenlu's eyes, he has been paying attention to the subtle changes on Song Xing's face. After a while, he sighed softly in his heart, fumbled for the cigarette and lighter in his pocket, and asked casually with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. : "Listen to music?"

Song Xing didn't care whether to listen or not.

So Song Wenlu randomly picked out the disc, turned on the stereo and played a gentle song.

The lazy female voice flowed gently in the carriage, Song Xing's eyelids moved, a little heavy, and the memories were no longer real.

He was still holding the dry towel given to him by the man in his hand. It felt cool from the air-conditioning, and it was half on the back of his hand, which was cool and comfortable.

Forced to stay awake, Song Xing lowered her eyelids and did not speak.

Song Wenlu looked at the young man's appearance and coughed lightly with an itchy throat.

He wanted to light up the cigarette, but held back, repeated several times, and suppressed the craving for the cigarette.

Fortunately, the people he was looking for were not slow in action. Before the female singer finished singing a song, the sound of a police car honking outside came into the car, and the crying old beggar outside the car was quickly taken away.

It turned out that the other party was involved in a gang fraud case and had been watched by the police for several days, but this time he finally showed his feet.

Song Xing was a little surprised, with a complicated expression on his face.

He thought it would be a long time.

Song Wenlu closed his eyes, bit the cigarette holder twice, and got addicted to it.

After a while, Song Xing saw that the crowd outside had also dispersed, so he thanked Song Wenlu earnestly. He didn't ask why the man suddenly appeared and rescued him, but only said that he wanted to get out of the car.

Song Wenlu loosened his collar and didn't agree, he started the car directly and asked, "Where are you going, I'll take you there."

Song Xing said, "Don't bother Mr. Song."

Song Wenlu kicked the accelerator and went down without turning, "On the way."

Song Xing was silent for a while, listening to the mechanical voice in his head dutifully reminding him that the mission target had increased his loneliness value a little bit, a little helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He squeezed his palms, briefly reported the address of Tongzilou, and waited for the car to drive more than half of the way before he said slowly: "Mr. Song, this road is reversed."

Song Wenlu glanced at Song Xing indifferently, and turned the car in silence.

The location of Tongzilou is not difficult to find. Even in broad daylight, the densely packed ivy makes the building full of eerie and dilapidated.Song Wenlu once thought that Su Xianghe's residence was considered poor, but he never thought that this dilapidated building would be Song Xing's foothold.

Not knowing what it was like, Song Wenlu turned off the car, frowned with the deep shadow of the Dao mark, and said, "You live here?"

Song Xing got out of the car and said yes.

Seeing that Song Wenlu had no intention of leaving for the time being, out of politeness, he politely asked the man who was still looking at Tongzilou: "Mr. Song, would you like to sit down and have a glass of water?"

Song Wenlu raised his eyebrows: "Okay."

Song Xing raised her eyes, a little surprised.

In the tube building, not only the balcony is shared, but also the kitchen.But it’s a kitchen, but it’s actually a stove set up in an open space in the corridor, where the fire is lit and cooked, and whoever goes from house to house grabs it and uses it.

When Song Xing took Song Wenlu upstairs, it happened that the hostess of the landlord’s house, Chen Sancui, was dragging her chubby body and shaking the vegetable spoon, and there were some scattered vegetable leaves piled up on the stove next to her. There are several holes bitten, and there are still some mud that hasn't been cleaned.

After a while, the water in the pot was hot, and Chen Sancui grabbed the vegetable leaves and threw them in. After the water boiled a little, she took out the vegetables in the pot without even sprinkling a few grains of salt, and stuffed them all into a hole. In the big sea bowl in his mouth, he could vaguely see a dead vegetable worm floating beside the bowl.

Song Wenlu watched, feeling sick to his stomach.

Instead, Song Xing calmly called out to Sister Chen.

Most people in Tongzilou have a common problem, that is, they like to spit everywhere.

When Chen Sancui was cooking, she couldn't hold back for a long time. When she heard Song Xun yell, she cleared her throat and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm by the stove. In the end, she pretended to be clean and wiped her hands on her apron before saying: "Xiaolu is back."

Song Xing hummed: "Sister Chen is cooking."

Chen Sancui smiled, her fat body inadvertently covered the stove behind her and said: "Yes, I made some meals for your elder brother. I don't know if you canceled the rent a while ago. He has a bad appetite recently, and even a little bit of oil is not enough." I can't eat it, so I went to the vegetable market to get him some food for a change."

She saw the strange man behind Song Xing again.

The other party looked indifferent, wearing a neat suit, and his shirt was buttoned up to the top, covering his Adam's apple.

It's not easy to mess with at first glance.

After all, she is a woman who has been in the bottom society for decades, Chen Sancui winked and said nothing, and hurriedly picked up the bowl and said to Lu Yuan: "I'll feed your elder brother." house.

Song Xing continued to walk upstairs.

Coming to the door, Song Xing took the key and opened it.

Song Wenlu was standing behind him, his cold black eyes were looking down at the hand that was turning the door lock, and the palm was covered with thin calluses, which could not be called a good-looking hand at all, and an unknown impulse arose spontaneously.

He knew that these hands must be very warm.

Suddenly, there was a huge vibration from downstairs, and then the woman choked out a shrill voice and yelled madly: "You old bastard, I'm going to kill you! kill you!"

The neighbors in the corridor were all taken aback. They heard that the commotion was caused by Chen Sancui, and they didn't hear the usual quarrels of the men in the room. They were worried that they would really resign themselves to their fate, so they opened the door one after another and went to the landlord. In front of the couple's house.

The woman's miserable wailing continued, and everyone couldn't bear it anymore. They looked at each other, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and the brave ones went up and smashed open the tattered anti-theft door.

Song Xing and Song Wenlu also went downstairs.

They stood on the stairs and looked into the house from a distance.

Chen Sancui's head was covered with vegetable soup, and his face was covered with scalding blisters. His bloated face could barely see the position of his eyes, and only his bloody mouth let out a shrill scream.

Next to her, the half-paralyzed old man was lying on the ground, with a cruel and sinister smile on his face, and when he looked at the people around him, he casually licked the vegetable leaves stuck to the corner of his mouth, looking like a psychopath.

"Call the police." Someone said something, with a trembling, mournful and gloomy tone, "Damn it, both of these couples are sick, and this poor place probably won't survive."

Song Xing was far away, with no expression on his face.

But beside him, the man standing condescendingly closed his eyes calmly, looking at the nails he was pressing on the palm of his hand.

Then he frowned.