I'm not unlucky at all

A few tablets of the medicine are dirty, but the rest can still be eaten.

Song Xing didn't feed him any water, and swallowed the pills dryly. The taste was bitter, and he had the illusion that his throat was covered with cement.

On the phone, Lu Daliu and Song Xing set a time and place, and then went back to work.A man from the countryside who goes to work in the city, he is rough, but he also has a delicate side. When he was helping Song Xing with the ID card, he took a second look and made a note of it in his heart, thinking that he would help when the child's day came. Celebrate and celebrate, it can be considered a surprise.

Song Xing patted the soil on his trousers and stood up from the ground.

The daily financial news is displayed on the LED screen next to the road. A golden phoenix emerged from a group of Mediterranean and short, round middle-aged people. The camera position of the big brother has been following the golden phoenix. Golden Phoenix shoots the taste of a leading actor in a Hollywood blockbuster.

Song Xing stood leaning against the railing, and soon the medicine took effect, and the financial news also ended.

The appointment time with Lu Daliu is 10:30 in the evening.During the day, Song Xing went to the urban hospital again. Su Hang was still awake, and the nurse turned him over from time to time, dipped a cotton swab in water and pursed his lips. Those things don't sound boring.

After eating casually at noon, Song Xing went back to Tongzilou.

Some tenants in the building moved out, and others moved in. The old tenants chatted with the new tenants about the various unreliable things about the landlord and his wife, and Chen Sancui and her man never showed up all day.

Song Xing went back to the house and took out the money and ID card from under the pillow.

The date of birth on the original identity card was faked, and it was calculated to be eighteen years old, and he was still a child.It may be a coincidence, Song Xing and Lu Yuan's birthdays are on the same day, August No. 15 in the Gregorian calendar, not the Mid-Autumn Festival in the lunar calendar.

030 didn't know why he was going crazy, and he became amused when he saw the time on his ID card.The things it looks at recently are not normal, the database is messy and everything, Song Xing just listens to it humming a song, out of tune, like reciting an allegro.

At the end, 030 asked flatteredly, "Xiaoxi, have you recognized my freestyle?"

Song Xing: "..."

In the evening, the location is about the Little Roast City in the West District.

Most of the hotels in Jiangcheng cost thousands of yuan per table, which is not as good as the bustling food stalls. The food is affordable and delicious. Also enough to spend a lot.

Lu Daliu yelled at all the familiar workers on the construction site, and Song Xing came from the dessert shop to get off work. The guys ordered a little meat skewers and sat down their stomachs slowly, chatting with each other.

Lu Daliu saw Song Xing from afar and waved at him.

Song Xing is wearing a white shirt and jeans today, with a backpack on his back. He is a middle school student who just finished his evening self-study at school.

Most of the stir-fried dishes in the small roasted city are filled with chili peppers, and the skewers are also sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, which is fragrant and choking.The country men on the construction site are not romantic and careful. Most of them are straightforward, talkative, and enthusiastically say a basketful of birthday wishes to Song Xing, the little birthday star, and then they clasped their arms and yelled, eating and drinking openly.

Song Xing and Lu Daliu were next to each other, each holding a glass of cold beer, eating food from time to time.

Listening to everyone's enthusiastic bragging and talking about their hometown dialect, Lu Daliu somehow thought of his wife and children at home, and asked Song Xing when it was over, "Xiaolu, my aunt called you today to ask if you are?"

Song Xing was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to figure out who Auntie was, then shook her head: "No."

Lu Daliu frowned: "That kid Lu Rover didn't?"

Song Xing said, "No."

Lu Hu is Lu Yuan's eldest brother, and from his name, we can tell what Lu's parents expect of him.Lu Rover married his daughter-in-law the year before last, and before Lu Yuan ran out of the village this year, his sister-in-law was already three months pregnant. Counting the time, she should be giving birth soon.And judging from the Lu family's parents' partiality for the eldest son and the importance they attach to the elder daughter-in-law's child, I am afraid that during a long busy period, if there is no major event, they will never think of Lu Yuan, the youngest son, who is outside. It is dead or alive.

Perhaps Yuan Bo had expected this, so he had no last hope for this world.

Lu Daliu somewhat understood the troubles of the Lu family, so he didn't continue after asking a few questions.Others didn't know how to say comforting words, so they kept urging Song Xing to eat more, and they also asked what kind of wine the children would drink, and then snatched the beer from Song Xing's hand.

"The days will get better and better." Lu Daliu said.

Song Xing peeled a shrimp, smiled and said, "Yes."

030 also cheered and said in his mind: "Yes, I will! Ah, huh, I want to dip the shrimp in that seafood sauce!"

The men in the small roast city started to eat when they were almost drunk. A dozen people had empty plates, and the owner of the cooking stall was sweating from the work, and he was very happy.

Song Xing was also very happy.

After twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, there was no one on the road. The last wave of square dancing uncles and aunts in the square near the Little Roasting City finally had enough fun. They carried the stereo and the small fan and walked back leisurely. Walk.

On the side of the square, Zhao Laoer squeezed his ears that were so shocked that he was about to lose his voice, and watched the old men and women on the side of the road leave the square one after another. Then he took a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to the car next to him like a dog of Song Wenyan.

"Yan Shao, you see that the people around here are almost gone, can we take action?" Zhao Laoer made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Song Wenyan took a puff on his cigarette, his eyes fell on the most conspicuous young man in the crowd, he raised his chin and said, "Whatever method you want, just bring that kid to me."

Zhao Laoer rubbed his hands: "Then the others?"

Song Wenyan squinted: "Don't worry about anything else."

Zhao's second child smiled, and said to Song Wenyan: "Young Master Yan, please wait a moment, the younger one will definitely bring you here."

There are some people behind him, all of them are bastards from the west side, and they will do things when they are paid.

In the small roast city, Lu Daliu had just had a sip of wine and was talking to the workers next to him with a smile. With an empty wine bottle and a fierce expression on his face, he squinted his eyes and walked towards Lu Daliu's table.

"Who among you is called Lu Yuan?" There was a yellow hair among the gangsters who stepped on the low table with a bad tone.

"Brother, why are you looking for Xiaolu?" Lu Daliu saw that the situation was not good, he reluctantly stood up with a smile and handed Huang Mao a cigarette, "He is still young and ignorant, if he accidentally provokes Big Brother, I, Big Liu I will pay you for him."

Song Xing sat in the corner, blocked by several workers who leaned over.

Huang Mao couldn't see anyone, so he impatiently waved his hand to open the cigarette handed by Lu Daliu. The iron rod was placed directly on his neck, with a triangular eye hanging and said: "Don't tell me if you have it or not. Someone will hand it over to you. Otherwise, I will fight with you."

Lu Daliu's face was ugly, he looked behind the gangster, and Zhao's second child showed his yellow teeth gloomily at him.

Some workers also saw Mr. Zhao, and then shouted: "Foreman Zhao?"

Zhao Laoer walked up from behind the gangster, stretched out his hand and waved away the iron rod on Lu Daliu's shoulder, his eyes fell on the empty wine bottles on the ground, and said casually: "Da Liu, did you call out for dinner tonight?" My old Zhao, you are not kind. But don’t shout if you don’t shout, I have something to do with Xiaolu today, if you hand me over, I’ll pretend I’ve never seen you.”

Lu Daliu stared: "Old Zhao, everyone came from the same construction site, so don't hurt him."

Zhao Lao Er laughed loudly, patted Lu Daliu on the shoulder, and said with a sigh, "I don't want to argue with him, but who asked a master of the Song family to name the person who wants his kid? Da Liu, you should be acquainted anyway, Good for everyone."

After saying these words, the atmosphere in the small roast city froze.

Song Xing couldn't hide, and was soon discovered by several gangsters and surrounded him.

Lu Daliu blushed and wanted to argue, but the gangster stopped him, and Song Xing also frowned and called him: "Brother Liu, don't come here."

In terms of force, the men on the construction site have a lot of strength, but when it comes to gang fights, these gangsters are very experienced, and when they really fight, it's okay that both sides will be hurt. I'm afraid that a few workers will be surrounded and beaten. It was one-sided, and the delay in starting work really angered Zhao's second son, who would trip them up and down the construction site in the future.

After analyzing the pros and cons, Song Xing was taken away by the triumphant Zhao Laoer. Several workers looked guilty, and Lu Daliu blushed and was dragged together by them.

"Da Liu, calm down." Someone advised him.

Lu Daliu watched Song Xing being taken into a van by Zhao's second son, and bit his teeth.

He has no skills, he can't even mess with a small foreman.

But he took the child out of the village with his own hands, and he couldn't bear it.

Can't bear it.

"Call." Panting heavily, Lu Daliu broke free from the pull of several people, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, flipped through the names in the address book over and over again, and kept saying, "Zhao Lao Er said it was Song The small road taken by the family, call, call Mr. Song, he can take care of it."