I'm not unlucky at all

"Oh, young man woke up?" The nurse was pleasantly surprised to see Su Hang opened his eyes and stretched out his finger, "Come on, look here, what is it?"

Su Hang blinked tiredly, his dry lips slowly opened: "...Where is this?"

The nurse shook the bed: "This is a hospital, hi, just wake up, I'll call a doctor for you."

The middle-aged woman left the ward in a hurry, Suhang frowned, turned her head to look at the needle stuck in her left hand, and then closed her eyes gently.

After a while, the middle-aged nurse came back with the doctor. The doctor gave Suhang an examination and said that he would stay in the hospital for observation for a few days, and then left soon.

The nurse said, "Do you want some water?"

Suhang nodded. After drinking water, he pressed his throbbing stomach and asked the nurse some more things. He learned that he had been in a coma for several days, and it was Song Xing who paid him the medical expenses in advance and insisted on coming to the hospital every day. Looking at himself, a little warmth flashed in his eyes.

The nurse remembered Su Xianghe who had left not long ago, and said, "By the way, a young girl who claimed to be your sister came to you not long ago. She said her name was Su Xianghe, young man, is that your sister?"

Su Hang was taken aback: "My sister?"

The nurse said, "Yes."

Su Hang shook his head, his face faded and said, "I don't have a younger sister."

He had just woken up, his energy was very low, and before he could say a few words, he fell into a deep sleep again.

The nurse covered him with a quilt, thought for a while, picked up the phone, and deleted the phone number Su Xianghe left from the address book, and said to himself: "I'll just say it, how can I do it?" My sister is so ignorant, it just saved me [-] cents in phone bills."

The ward was quiet, and the sun was shining outside the window.

"You two get out of my way."

In the tube building, Chen Sancui had no eyes to look on.

The woman's chubby body directly squeezed the two people who were stunned on the ground away, rolled up her sleeves and grabbed Uncle Chicken who was standing on the stove, clasping his neck and hanging upside down, bleeding into the bowl next to him, and then turned upside down. The weight of a chicken said, "This beast is quite heavy."

The flopping movements of the wild black-bone chicken gradually weakened, and they went to accompany the big black fish in Huangquan.

Song Xing stood up from the ground covering his mouth. He unconsciously licked the blood on his lips. He glanced at the face of the distracted man next to him. When he saw the shining teeth mark on the other's lower lip, he paused and quickly looked away.

Song Wenlu just came back to his senses.

The corners of Song Xing's eyes hurt a little, and the corners of his eyes were also red, and his whole face was wrinkled.

Song Wenlu couldn't care less about the injury on his lips, so he reached out his hand to touch Song Xing's chin, pulled away the boy's hand covering his lips, and asked carefully and nervously, "Does it hurt? Open your mouth and let me see."

Song Xing was forced to raise his chin and look at the man, his brows were still furrowed, and a little astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Song Wenlu said, "Ah—"

A strange feeling flashed through Song Xing's heart, he stared blankly at the man, and opened his mouth slightly.

Song Wenlu's eyes flicked over the young man's pink lips, his throat moved slightly, and his heart also thumped.

Carefully retracting his mind, he looked at it carefully for a while, then let go of his hand, and heaved a sigh of relief: "It's not broken."

Song Xing took a step back and lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

It might just be a simple daze.

Song Wenlu didn't take the initiative to bring up the incident just now. He and the boy's lips did touch each other, but the action was too violent and not nice at all. He refused to admit that this was the first intimate contact between himself and the boy.

But it’s okay to relive once in a while.

Mr. Song showed a little annoyance on his indifferent face, because he didn't know when the next time would be.

In the corridor of the Tongzi Building, someone opened the door at noon and broadcasted the TV broadcast, the signal was not good, and the piercing sound of electricity came into the corridor, and the female singer inside was singing a sweet, tender and affectionate ditty .

Chen Sancui, who was bleeding the chicken next to him, hummed softly, his clumsy feet beating the beat, the gloomy vertical lines on his face were covered by a nostalgic smile at the corner of his mouth, and even his voice softened.

"Where have I seen you."

"Your smile is so familiar, I can't remember it for a while."

"Ah, in a dream."

030 was fascinated: "Xiao, 030 likes this song, it's so sweet." It's like eating honey, the sweetness is almost bubbling.

Song Xing didn't hear what 030 was thinking, only 030's happy singing was in his mind, sweet and soft, carefree.

Song Wenlu was also fascinated, and his eyes fell on Song Xing's face without blinking.

After the black-bone chicken was bled, it was time to pluck the hair. Before plucking the hair, the whole chicken needs to be scalded with boiling water. Chen Sancui thought that these two boys would not know how to do it, so he quickly boiled a pot of water, threw the chicken in and covered the pot build.

After finishing this series of actions, Chen Sancui turned around and smiled at Song Wenlu, and asked Song Xing, "Xiaolu, how do you want to eat this chicken?"

Song Xing glanced at Song Wenlu, stepped forward and said, "Sister Chen, let's have some soup."

Surprise flashed in Chen Sancui's eyes: "Stew the soup, it needs to be simmered on a low fire, and the bones need to be stewed for three or four hours. The chicken has to be plucked to clean the internal organs, and it will take a while before it can be stewed. ..." I haven't eaten lunch yet, so why is it dinner time?

Fortunately, the woman didn't ask the question to the end, she helped Song Xing finish the chicken, and urged him to make lunch quickly, but there were still people waiting in line to use the stove.

Song Xing nodded: "Thank you, Sister Chen."

Chen Sancui waved his hand, "Your yam is delicious."

Song Xing gave her the bowl containing chicken blood, Chen Sancui smiled and refused twice before accepting it.

Except for the bad-hearted black-bone chicken, Song Xing's movements were much quicker when making other things. Song Wenlu couldn't help much, so he took a rag to wipe the chicken blood that Uncle Chicken had made.After he cleaned up, Song Xing had already put several dishes on the plate. The green vegetables were served with Bai Shengsheng's yam fish soup, and there was also a plate of fried pork and cold tomatoes.

They are all simple home-cooked dishes, which look good and smell good.

The chicken had already been stewed in a pot next to it, and the tenants in the building knew each other well, and Song Xing was not afraid that others would secretly take the stewed things in the pot.

It doesn't matter if you are poor, but you still have to have the minimum dignity of being a human being.

Just for the sake of one bite, to take that bit of self-esteem and face.

Not worth it.

The two returned to the rental house with the food, and put a small box on the bed. The two of them sat on both sides, which was very simple.

Song Wenlu didn't care about this, he didn't eat in the morning, and he was really hungry now.

The set of etiquette standards in the wealthy compound is for others to see, and there is no need here.

The man didn't care much about his image, he ate a large bowl of rice with vegetables while holding the bowl, and when he ate a mouthful of cold tomatoes, the tooth marks on his mouth hurt so much that he gasped, but was caught by him again. The intentionally loud noise of eating was covered up.

Song Xing ate very slowly.

He just had a cold today, and his appetite is not very good.

Soon Song Wenlu finished three bowls of rice, and most of the food went into his stomach, like a bottomless pit.

030 was dumbfounded, and still very angry: "Xiao, he ate up all the delicious food, he is so annoying, don't kiss him in the future, you will be taken advantage of by this stinky man."

Song Xing Jiacai's movements were just a pause, thinking that he was hallucinating: "I didn't hear what the system said."

030 hummed and repeated to Song Xing again.

Hmph, it saw it clearly before, if the mission target didn't deliberately rub his mouth against his own host's mouth, how could his bastard bite the man's mouth?

Then it happened to be mouth to mouth.

It's not acting in an idol drama.

030 snorted and said, "This mission target is really annoying, he has bad intentions towards you."

Song Xing said, "That was an accident."

030 shouted: "Accidental ghost! He must have taken a fancy to you!"

Song Xing frowned and said, "Mr. Song is not gay, he likes Miss Su."

030 said: "But didn't that girl dump him? Huh, anyway, he must have conspired against you. A man who has moved on so quickly must be a scum. Let's do the task, loneliness is worth it." Clear it and leave, don't be fooled by him."

Song Xing was silent for a moment, and looked at the man.

Song Wenlu raised his head as if aware of it, put down the bowl and chopsticks suddenly, and said with a chuckle: "Xiaolu is such a good handicraft, so girls must like it very much, right?"

Song Xing pursed his lips and remained silent.

Song Wenlu looked as if he had almost eaten the meal, knocked out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and held it in his hand.

No smoking, just a dry addiction.

"Have you considered talking to someone? What kind of person do you want to find in the future?"

The man's voice was a little careless, seemingly casual.

Song Xing said, "I haven't thought about it."

Song Wenlu curled up his fingers holding the cigarette: "So there's nothing interesting?"

Song Xing didn't say anything, neither said yes nor said no.

Song Wenlu didn't want to let him go at all: "Or, Xiaolu, you don't like women?"

"Mr. Song." Song Xing frowned, trying to stop this topic.

"En?" Song Wenlu lightly licked the tooth marks on his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and his black pupils flickered darkly, waiting for an opportunity like a night wolf.

After a long while, he suddenly smiled, the laughter was relieved and deep.

Song Xing was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

"Just a little happy." Song Wenlu threw the cigarette back into the cigarette case, got up with his jacket and said, "Wait for me to come back tonight, let's have dinner together."