I'm not unlucky at all

Song Xing remembered the young man, "It's you."

The young man smiled casually, leaning half of his body on the stairs, looking down at Song Xing from top to bottom, "Hey, my name is Suhang, the Suhang in the heaven above and Suhang in the bottom, how about you, handsome guy?"

Su Hang is the new tenant who moved into this tube building, and Yuan Bo didn't know him, but this didn't prevent Song Xing from recognizing that the other party was the ecstasy who kissed a man he met on Jiangning Street before dark that person.

"Song Xing, Huxing, Xing." Song Xing glanced at the young man's low-waisted shorts, and said kindly, "Your underwear is exposed, and your pants are about to fall off."

Su Hang didn't care, and spat out the melon seeds on the ground, "My butt hurts a lot, and I can't pull up my pants, so let's show them."

Song Xing frowned.

Su Hang asked him, "Which room did you rent?"

Song Xing said, "The room on the left on the fourth floor."

"Then we are still neighbors," Suhang said with a smile, his eyes were meaningful, "Would you like to sit in my room?"

Song Xing couldn't speak.

Suhang wasn't enthusiastic at first, but when he saw Song Xing's refusal, he shrugged his shoulders with a smile, and walked around a lot after saying something, then dragged his flip flops and swayed his hips back to the house.

The corridor became quiet, and the noise of the landlady and his wife also subsided.

Song Xing touched the key, followed the memory to go up to the fourth floor, and opened the door of the rental room that belonged to him.

No one lived in the house for a few days, the tables, chairs and beds were covered with a layer of dust, the sink was leaking, and a layer of green moss grew around it, and water soaked into the wall through the gaps, making it damp and moldy.

030 held it in for a long time without making a sound, and now it really couldn't take it anymore, its voice was three degrees higher than usual, "Song Xing, do you really want to live here?"

Song Xing coughed choked by the unpleasant smell in the air, and replied to the system, "Shut up."

030 million was extremely unwilling, he angrily called up the mission panel to show Song Xing, "The mission goal is only 18 points away from the loneliness value, and we will be able to leave this world soon."

"Xiaoxi, you have to learn to be kinder to yourself." 030 spoke earnestly.

Song Xing rubbed his forehead.

He was just about to say something, but his eyes fixed on the mission panel and asked, "System, where is Destiny's Child now?"

030 said, "What's the matter?"

Song Xing said calmly, "I don't know what happened, his loneliness value is rising."

"!" 030 panicked and stunned, and then watched Destiny's Child's loneliness value suddenly start to rise slowly from 18 points, and finally stopped at 48 points.

Song Xing said, "The other party may have encountered something, please send me his location."

030 quickly reported the location to Song Xing, "It's in Dongsan Lane, one kilometer away from us."

Song Xing nodded and said yes.

The night in Jiangcheng was so hot that it was hard to breathe, and Song Xing, who came out of the Tongzilou, had an ugly expression on his face.The body of the original body was not strong, and there were even many problems left. He had been busy for a long time at night, and when he arrived at Dongsan Lane, his yellowish cheeks were morbidly pale.

Dongsan Alley is somewhat similar to Tongzilou, both of which are well-known slums in Jiangcheng, but in comparison, Dongsanxiang is better than Tongzilou.

The alleys are different from the mixed schools and low schools in the Tongzilou. Most of the people in the alleys are long-term old residents and some foreigners who came to Jiangcheng from other places to work.

Su Xianghe is one of the residents here.

She was originally a foreigner, her mother married far away from Jiangcheng, but her grandmother stayed in Jiangcheng to live.

Su Xianghe's grandmother passed away a few years ago and left her an old house in Dongsan Lane, so Su Xianghe chose to work in Jiangcheng.

She is good-looking and lucky. Although she came from a remote place, she has passed through various selection interviews and entered a subsidiary of the Song family industry as an intern secretary.

Being able to get acquainted with the young master of the Song family, and even being actively pursued by the other party, has made Su Xianghe live like a dream in recent days.

Everything about Song Wenlu fascinated Su Xianghe.

The man's smoking movements are charming and elegant in the dark night. He is like a beast hiding in the dark night, watching for his prey, with his eyes fixed on him, ready to go.

"Why did you refuse?" Song Wenlu said calmly, a gloomy glint flashed in his eyes, which were covered by the shadow of the night in the dark.

"Wenlu, I've thought about it carefully." Su Xianghe bit his lower lip, and squeezed the button of the shoulder bag with his fingers, "The gap between us is really too big, I'm just from the countryside, I'm nothing See, today I will wear the high-heeled shoes you gave me and throw myself down ugly on the street... It's embarrassing for you, isn't it?"

Song Wenlu took a deep breath, "Just because of this?"

Su Xianghe frowned, a melancholy that Song Wenlu couldn't understand appeared between his brows.

She smiled reluctantly, and picked the broken pearls on the outside of the bag with her fingernails, "Not only that, although I have little knowledge, I also have self-knowledge, and I understand that the ones who are suitable for you should be young ladies who were raised in a wealthy compound. I have the same hobbies and topics as you, and I won't be like me. I don't even have anything to talk about with you... Besides, you are the eldest son of the Song family. If you think about it, your family will definitely not allow you to be like me. Poor girls from the countryside should be together."

"There is no topic to cultivate." Song Wenlu frowned, "As for the Song family, you don't have to worry at all. Since I proposed to date, I will definitely be responsible for you."

Su Xianghe's expression was slightly startled, and the corner of his mouth rose up for a moment.

The cigarette between Song Wenlu's fingers burned to the end, and the sparks burned until the tip of his index finger passed scalding hot.

White smoke surrounded him, making it difficult to see the woman's face in the dark night.

Su Xianghe's silence made his heart drop to the ground.

After calming down for a while, Song Wenlu asked in a deep voice, "Do you have any difficulties?"

"No." Su Xianghe lowered his head in embarrassment, avoiding the man's sight, "It just doesn't feel right."

Heiye seemed to put a protective shield on the two of them respectively. Su Xianghe didn't know what to think, and before leaving, he stepped forward and hugged the man, which seemed to be comforting but seemed to have other meanings.

Song Wenlu was in a depressed and complicated mood at this time, and his mood was very bad.

He threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, and the fire flickered in the darkness.

"It turned out that the confession was rejected, but it's a pity that I only saw the last point." 030 smacked his mouth and muttered, "But Destiny's Child is so miserable. He has such a good condition, and the girl refused him. Isn't it crazy?"

Song Xing stood in the shadow of the corner. He ran all the way, panting heavily, "How much is the other party's loneliness now?"

030 said, "Steady at the value of 55, it seems that the girl hurt him a lot."

Song Xing pursed her lips, "It's not heavy."

030 snorted, "What did you say?"

Song Xing said, "I have read the systematic analysis of the loneliness value in the system manual. If it is emotional injury, the other party's current loneliness value should be raised to more than 80."

030 was dumbfounded, "Song Xing, when did you peek at the manual of this system? That is my employee manual."

Song Xing didn't answer.

He watched Su Xianghe trot upstairs, Song Wenlu stood downstairs for a while, then turned and left.

After the figure of the man completely disappeared in Dongsan Lane, Song Xing walked from the shadow to where the man was standing just now.

030 asked him what he was going to do.

Song Xing snuffed out the cigarette butts on the ground, picked them up and threw them into a nearby trash can, and said calmly, "I found..."

030 raised his ears, "What did you find?"

"This Mr. Song has very poor awareness of environmental protection."

twenty one,"……"

It was past midnight when we returned to Jiangning Street. The high-end entertainment club opposite Jiangning Street was lit with colorful lights, but the vicinity of Tongzilou was quiet and gloomy.

Song Xing walked very slowly with every step, but still accidentally knocked her calf against a hard wooden board.

030 was taken aback, "What's wrong?"

Song Xing shook his head, "It's okay."

After returning to the rental house and turning on the light, Song Xing looked down and saw that the jeans under the knee of his left leg were scratched, and the skin inside oozes out dark brown blood stains on it, sticky and wet.

Song Xing bent down and sat on the edge of the bed. When 030 saw the fine sawdust mixed in the flesh, Liang Sisi gasped.

"Are you in pain?" 030's voice was cautious.

Song Xing pursed her lips, "Fortunately, the wound is not deep, I'll clean it up, don't be afraid of the system."

030 muttered, "It's really unlucky."

Song Xing's mood was quite calm, and it was almost common for him to have large and small cuts on his body.

After cleaning the wound and making the bed, Song Xing lay on the bed and closed her eyes, and said softly, "Mr. Song's loneliness value is now stable at around 55. According to the analysis, the difficulty of the task has increased."

030 was very sad, "The confession was rejected, but it wasn't hurt. I really don't understand what Destiny's Child wants. Doesn't he like her?"

Song Xing said, "Maybe."

030 snorted, "Scumbag."

With a chuckle, Song Xing's eyelids became heavy with sleepiness, and he said in a daze, "Good night, system."

"Good night, good night, Comrade Song Xingxing will continue to work hard tomorrow."

The corners of Song Xing's mouth curved slightly, "Okay."

In the dark and narrow rental room, the boy's breathing gradually became long.

Accompanied by the sound of cicadas outside the building, the night was peaceful.