I'm not unlucky at all

The black-bone chicken howled terribly, and the two fat chicken wings fluttered, and the chicken feathers flew all over the place.

The man's patience was on the verge of limit, he threw the black-bone chicken on the ground beside the stove, and hung the fish bag on a place protruding from the wire next to him, tilted his head and asked Song Xing, "Can you make chicken and fish?"

Song Xing glanced at the lively little beast, nodded hesitantly: "Actually, Mr. Song doesn't need to bring anything."

Song Wenlu ignored the chicken and fish, and raised his eyebrows: "Xiaolu, when you treat guests before, don't you ask the guests what they want to eat?"

Song Xing asked: "Then what would Mr. Song want to eat?"

Song Wenlu glanced at Song Xing, wanting to eat you.

"Just chicken and fish, freshly killed, you can do whatever you want." The man was serious on the face, perverted on the inside, with a coward in his heart, so he pretended to be serious and reliable and asked, "Do you want me to help you? "

Song Xing glanced at the live chicken and nodded.

"How can I help you?" Song Wenlu rolled up his sleeves, unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled them up, revealing a section of his forearm, walked up to Song Xing, looked closely at him, and asked, "Is your cold better? "

Song Xing said: "I drank Mr. Song's chicken soup yesterday, and I feel much better."

Song Wenlu's eyes flashed with emotion, and he chuckled and said, "I thought you would collapse when you got home."

Song Xing raised his eyes and said calmly, "That would be a waste."

Song Wenlu shrugged, but the smile in his eyes did not fall back.

Most of Song Xing’s preparations were vegetables. He chose the small greens and put them neatly in a sieve to control the water. The cut potatoes were soaked in water to remove starch, and the tomatoes were also washed and placed on the chopping board. A piece of red and white The alternate pork belly is held in a small iron basin, everything is neat and orderly.

But suddenly a big tail jumped up with splashes, and landed firmly on the table, shaking the tomatoes.

030 exclaimed: "What a wild fish! I like it!"

Song Xing looked at the big black fish that had escaped from the prison in silence for a while, then turned his head and asked, "Where did Mr. Song buy the fish? He is very energetic."

Song Wenlu said that he was in the supermarket, and he repeated to Song Xing the nutritional value of black fish that the shopping guide old aunt had told him, and then asked, "How do I kill this fish? Tell me, and I will do it."

It's hard to imagine that there would be such a man in a suit and leather shoes standing in front of the dilapidated stove, asking people how to kill fish with a serious face, which is a commonplace in the market.

No matter how you look at it, the other party should be sitting in a clean and bright conference room pointing Jiangshan and berating Fang Qiu.

Passing by in the corridor was an aunt who was chasing after her naughty grandson, her eyes stuck to Song Wenlu's body and she didn't move her eyes away, almost losing her grandson after her.

Song Xing pursed her lips, thinking for a while and didn't ask the man to intervene.

The process of killing the live fish was very rough. Song Xing clasped the gills of the fish with both hands, and threw the fish on the chopping board.

Song Wenlu watched the boy's violent fall in shock, his lower abdomen suddenly tightened, and he felt a little pain.

Song Xing didn't pay attention to the man's complex expression, he then used a knife to cut open the belly of the fish, and opened the inside to reveal the internal organs of the black fish.

Cleaning the internal organs of fish is a very delicate job.

Song Xing's hands were full of fishy smell and stained with blood, but his eyes were still handling the fish body without blinking.

030 is a coward who only dares to eat and dare not look at. In Song Xing's mind, he cried and said, "It's so cruel, Xing Xing, Dahei is so pitiful."

Song Xing asked it: "Who is Dahei?"

030 said: "It's a big black fish. It's not black, so let's call it big black."

Song Xing's subordinates kept moving, talking to 030 casually in his mind: "Then killing pigs is cruel, the system still wants to eat your pig's trotters?"

030 struggled for 0.5 seconds, and said in a sad tone, "Eat, I still want it."

Witnessing the death of a fish with his own eyes, Song Wenlu was already very numb at the moment. When he came back to his senses, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to say that he was here to help.

The aunt next to her was chasing her grandson, but she hugged her grandson and approached Song Xing: "Xiaolu is cooking fish for lunch, ouch, it's very clean. Is the boss next to you your friend? Hello, boss."

Song Wenlu nodded coldly to the aunt.

The child held by the aunt in one hand sucked her finger, pointed at the fish and said, "Grandma, eat fish, I want to eat fish."

"That little road," the aunt patted the back of the child's head, turned her face and licked it, and said to Song Xing with a smile, "You two can't finish eating this fish, so why don't you give the roe out of it to the aunt? Children can satisfy their hunger."

This aunt was the one Song Xing met on the balcony in the morning. Song Xing didn't think much about it, seeing that the man had no objections, she put the fish roe she took out into a bag.

"Give."

The aunt smiled and shook the bag blindly, and before leaving, she praised Song Wenlu a few times, "Xiaolu is a good person, young and motivated, kind-hearted, and very down-to-earth and willing to work." I have only met Song Xing a few times.

On the contrary, Song Wenlu's cold and serious expression eased, and he listened very seriously, nodding from time to time.

Song Xing turned his head to look at him, and Song Wenlu, who happened to be smiling, also turned his head. The two looked at each other, Song Xing was stunned, but Song Wenlu went to him first and whispered: "I'll wash the fish for you. ?”

Song Xing put the fish in the basin, stepped aside, pursed her lips and said, "Then Mr. Song is in trouble."

Washing the fish is very simple, all you need to do is wash the blood out of the fish. There is no skill in this job, so Song Wenlu put the fish in the water to wash it.

But there is a wild black-bone chicken that is even more difficult to deal with, still eyeing it.

Song Xing washed his hands and lifted the black-bone chicken, but the black-bone stared at him, it was so cruel.

030 said in his mind: "What are you staring at, I'll eat you later!"

Before crossing, Song Xing spent time with his grandma in the countryside when he was a child. He was a grandma, and he valued the few chickens that were fed at home more than anyone else. Every day he got millet, he had to hurry to feed them, and chickens were vicious animals. Up to the sky, Song Xing was caught by a chicken when he was breastfeeding a chicken for him, and a small scar was left on the tiger's mouth on his right hand.

Unless it was a festive season, he would never be willing to kill a chicken and eat it. So far, Song Xing only had some impressions of the past, only knowing that killing a chicken requires bloodletting first.

He took a pair of scissors next to the cabinet, which were stained. I don't know who used them last time, and they haven't been cleaned.

The wild black-bone chicken's legs were still tied, and when Song Xing approached it, it flapped non-stop, and Heidou's eyes were shining.

Song Xing could only press down on its wings with his hands, and then hugged the chicken.

But with the chicken in her arms, and the chicken is not honest, Song Xing is a little difficult to deal with.

Song Wenlu almost didn't laugh out loud when he looked over, he felt like he had made a big oolong.

But in the end it was a good face, Song Wenlu didn't show it on the surface, he just put the cleaned fish aside, took the scissors from Song Xing's hand, and asked him what to do.

Song Xing said: "Mr. Song, you can find the blood vessels in the chicken's neck and cut them with scissors."

Song Wenlu brought a small bowl, according to Song Xing, it was used to hold chicken blood.

After that, the two of them got together, almost head-to-head, frowning and looking at the chicken worryingly. Song Wenlu raised his eyes casually, and he could see Song Xing's earnest expression while stroking the chicken's neck, looking for the blood vessels.

When the young man killed the fish, there was some fishy smell on his body, which smelled bad, even bad, but Song Wenlu just wanted to get closer to him, and even closer.

Suddenly, I feel like I'm done.

Probably crazy.

Song Xing quickly touched the blood vessel, pressed it down and said, "Mr. Song, cut here."

Song Wenlu came back to his senses, took the scissors and pierced it with the scissors, and the chicken blood spurted out from the chicken's neck. The black-bone chicken couldn't scream, but it was struggling desperately in Song Xing's arms.

Chicken blood splashed all over the ground, Song Xing was taken aback, and when he let go of his hand, chicken feathers fluttered under the fluttering chicken wings.

Song Wenlu was also overwhelmed by the black-bone chicken's desire to survive, so he was thrown away by the black-bone chicken without paying attention.

Subconsciously, he wanted to reach out to grab it, but he didn't expect the black-bone chicken to turn around and run into Song Xing's arms, so his hand passed through Song Xing's shoulder, and the person also leaned forward.

Before Song Xing regained his senses, a shadow rushed in front of him. He raised his head, but before he could see what was in front of him, he felt a soft and painful pain in his mouth, and suddenly fell to the ground.

A salty taste with rust quickly filled the mouth, and it was poured into the lungs along the breath.

Song Xing covered her mouth, her face turned pale from the pain, and she sat on the ground without moving.

In front, Song Wenlu also half-kneeled on the ground on one knee.

The man's expensive trousers were stained with dust, and his lower lip, which was habitually pressed tightly in the past, was now imprinted with a bright tooth mark. It was not deep, but there was a bit of blood from the bite.

It hurts a bit.

And a little... Cool?

Song Wenlu was in a daze, recalling the softness on his lips for a second, and his eyes were in a trance.

Next to it, the black-bone chicken, whose neck was still bleeding, jumped onto the stove and ran like crazy, with the bloody spots still flying around, making it a mess.

It was tired from running, so it squinted at the two people in front of the stove, and stood on the stove with its head held high.

Uncle Chicken will always be your Uncle Chicken.

Chen Sancui on the other end was about to go downstairs to take out the garbage after packing up the house, when he saw the blood spots in front of the stove, he almost stared out.

She looked at the two people sitting on the ground, and said in embarrassment: "What are you doing?"

There was chaos around the kitchen stove in Tongzilou, and in a ward of the inpatient department of the urban hospital, a middle-aged nurse was yawning with his cheeks propped up in boredom.

A young man was sleeping on the bed next to her. The young man's cheeks were pale and thin, and he had no vitality.

Suddenly, the young man moved his fingers, raised his eyelids slightly, and then lowered them tiredly.

There was a knock on the door outside the ward. The nurse woke up, yawned, and opened the door, muttering, "No, it's time to change the dressing. Could it be that young man came to see a friend again?"

Opening the door, a slender woman stood unexpectedly.

The woman looks very soft and beautiful, she looks gentle and easy to talk, and even the voice she speaks is very pleasant: "Excuse me, is this the ward of Suhang?"

The nurse naturally said yes, brought him into the house, and asked doubtfully, "Are you the patient's friend?"

The woman brushed her hair, her eyes fell on the face of the young man on the bed, complex emotions flashed in her eyes, and she smiled and said, "No, I'm his younger sister, named Su Xianghe."

The nurse snorted, although she was curious, she didn't ask any more questions.

Su Xianghe only found out that Su Hang had entered the hospital after inquiring for a long time this time.

That time she went to Bense to look for someone but couldn't find anyone. She had given up, but she couldn't bear it anymore, being called by her parents far away in the country every day, asking for money.

Su Xianghe's father suffered from lung disease and needed a large sum of money for surgery. Su Xianghe, a young secretary who had just entered the society, couldn't afford the money at all, so he thought of his elder brother who was also in Jiangcheng, who had been raped since he was a child. The child that the family sold.

The year Suhang left home, Su Xianghe was still very young. At that time, there were three children in the family, and the second brother was still at the age of breastfeeding. At that time, she happened to have chickenpox, and her face was swollen with pits. It was difficult to see her mother. Every day he dragged her and hit her, just to vent his anger.

It just so happened that a man came to the house at that time, and he was a kidnapper.

The other party came to their house and asked her parents if they wanted money. If there was a child of the right age and good looks, he could exchange a large sum of money with him.

Her parents had never seen so much money in their life, so they gave away their eldest son without much thought, and that person was Suhang.

Su Xianghe could still remember that his elder brother was good-looking since he was a child, so he was sold to the kidnapper for a very high price, a total of 800 yuan.

During the Chinese New Year that year, their family lost one person, but they killed pigs and ate meat, and they all wore new clothes. Their lives changed drastically.

Su Xianghe hadn't thought of her elder brother for nearly 20 years, but coincidentally, a glimpse on the road last month made her rediscover Suhang.

At that time, Suhang was on a date with a guest, and the other party's hands and feet were not clean, and he would touch them while eating, and Suhang had to accompany him with a smile on his face, which was loose and frivolous.

It didn't take long for Su Xianghe to find out where Suhang worked, the seventh floor of the True Color Entertainment Club, one of the most decadent and drunken places in Jiangcheng.

Originally, in Su Xianghe's opinion, she would not have much interaction with Suhang, but she never thought that in the next ten days, the president of the Song Corporation, whom she had hooked, suddenly told her to stop talking about it. Parents asked her for a lot of money on the grounds of illness.

She didn't want to pay the money, and she couldn't afford it, so she turned around, and Su Xianghe's gaze fell back on Su Hang.

Looking tenderly and worriedly at the young man on the bed, Su Xianghe asked the nurse, "What's wrong with my brother? Has he been in a coma for many days?"

The nurse looked at Su Xianghe suspiciously and said, "Miss Su, I don't know the patient's specific situation very well, but he has been in a coma for a while, and it may take a day or two to wake up."

Su Xianghe tied the broken hair on his cheeks behind his ears, pursed his lips and said, "I still have work in the afternoon, so I won't be able to stay for too long, can you leave me a contact information, if my brother wakes up, please Be sure to contact me, I will come over soon." After a pause, Su Xianghe continued, "I am very worried about him."

The nurse agreed very readily: "Okay."

Su Xianghe smiled: "Thank you so much."

Soon the door of the ward was closed, and the nurse sat in the original position, continuing to be bored.

After a while, the nurse couldn't bear it anymore, looked at the young man on the bed, spat towards the door, and whispered, "Who is it, who is reluctant to spend a penny to see a patient, and even says he is worried, what kind of a thing is that?" sister."

As soon as the words fell, the brows of the young man on the bed suddenly moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.