I'm not unlucky at all

Song Wenlu's loneliness value was stable at 8, and it hadn't changed much for several days.

Song Xing and Lu Daliu finally decided to open a snack bar. Lu Daliu's mother was not used to living in the city and yelled to go home to take care of her flock of chickens and ducks. His son Lu Jun was still in the fifth grade in the village primary school. Lu Daliu's mother went back to the village together, leaving Lu Daliu and his wife to start their businesses in the city.

Before leaving, Song Xing had a meal with Lu Daliu's family. Lu Jun was a lively kid, whose appearance followed Lu Daliu's. His facial features were a bit rough. He clamored to stay in the city with his father. make big money.

Lu Daliu slapped his hands and called out: "Go back to your school and study for me. Don't want lucky money if you don't pass the New Year!"

Da Liu's daughter-in-law didn't feel bad either, she smiled and grabbed a handful of peanuts for Song Xing.

Song Xing said, "Thank you, sister-in-law."

Lu Jun's eyes widened, and he stopped staring at his father. He ran to Song Xing's side and raised his head and said, "Uncle Lu Yuan, Junjun wants to eat peanuts too!"

As soon as Lu Daliu's mother left with her son, Lu Daliu and Song Xing looked at the shop. They rented a shop near a middle school on the main street. Soon after, Song Xing also found a new rental house, which happened to be The staff apartment near the middle school, the apartment building is not new, but the environment is good, and some retired old teachers live around.

Song Wenlu drove to pick up Song Xing after get off work, and stood outside the door of the new rental house looking around for a long time without talking.

This is not happy yet.

Song Xing took out a key in his pocket, and several keys were on a key ring. He broke off the outer ring, unscrewed one of the keys, and handed it to Song Wenlu: "Mr. Song, I have two keys."

Up and down the stairs was an old lady carrying a small bench. Her legs and feet were not flexible, but she was in good spirits.

Song Wenlu avoided the space and let the old lady go down the stairs slowly, then pinched Song Xing's palm and grabbed the key in his hand: "Give it to me?"

Song Xing nodded.

Song Wenlu rubbed his hair: "You still have a little conscience for brother."

Song Xing rented a small apartment with an area of ​​[-] square meters, and the bedroom was a single bedroom. Song Wenlu followed him into the rental house for a while, his eyes fell on the huge double bed, and he glanced at the key in his hand inexplicably. After all, he didn't say anything about objection or disagreement, and turned around and took Song Xing to the mall and supermarket to buy a lot of daily necessities.

Daily necessities are all in pairs, Song Xing can see that, but he didn't stop him, letting the man buy them extravagantly.

Song Wenlu accompanied Song Xing to live in a rented house as a matter of course, more than that, compared to sleeping in separate rooms in his big apartment in the suburbs, even though he still can't do anything now, sleeping in the same nest every day makes me happy .

Lu Daliu's daughter-in-law is a diligent and capable woman, especially good at cooking first-hand dishes. Ever since Lu Daliu and Song Xing set up a plate together in the store, she has been cooking them in different ways for them to try.

After not eating for a few days, Lu Daliu gained weight, and Song Xing also got angry.

Song Xing's body was originally young and full of anger, and two pimples appeared on his forehead all of a sudden.

Song Wenlu laughed at him for being angry, then held him down on the bed and made a fuss, saying to help him vent his anger.

At the end of November, Song Xing and Lu Daliu's snack bar opened. Song Wenlu went to the south on a business trip and didn't catch up with the time. 030 was very happy.

Not only is there endless delicious food every day, but it doesn't need to be blocked!

Counting the days, on the third day after the snack bar opened, Song Wenlu hurried back to Jiangcheng in a full body. When he entered the store, Song Xing was helping Liu's daughter-in-law cook Mala Tang in the back kitchen. She had just cooked a pot of vegetables that the customer wanted , I heard a voice from behind: "Little boss, here is a bowl of Malatang, no chili oil."

Song Xing turned around upon hearing this, her eyes lit up: "Mr. Song is back?"

Song Wenlu frowned, leaning against the door: "The business in the store is very good."

Song Xing said: "It's my sister-in-law who is good at craftsmanship."

Lu Daliu's daughter-in-law was not familiar with Song Wenlu, so she only heard a few words from her husband, saying that he was a famous and powerful figure in Jiangcheng.When she heard Song Xing calling the man, Mr. Song, she knew what she was talking about, and said with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Song."

Song Wenlu nodded to her.

Song Xing opened a small stove for Song Wenlu, cooked a big bowl of Malatang for him, and buried two eggs in it. Song Wenlu couldn't eat spicy food, so Song Xing skimmed the slightly spicy oil star in the original soup.

Song Wenlu felt warm all over after eating Malatang in the cubicle of the back kitchen.

After eating, Song Xing packed up his things, and when he returned to the cubicle, Song Wenlu lit another cigarette and smoked there.

When Song Wenlu saw Song Xing coming back, he pulled him into his arms and kissed him.

Song Xing pushed him: "Mr. Song, my face hurts when you shave your beard."

Song Wenlu twisted the young boy's recently raised white and tender skin, touched it again, and said thoughtfully, "Xiao Lu, why is your face tenderer than a little girl's, as slippery as water tofu."

Song Xing said: "Naturally."

Song Wenlu smiled and kissed a few more times, "That really made me find a treasure."

After a while, Song Xing said again: "Keep your voice down, Big Brother Liu's wife is still in the kitchen."

Song Wenlu shunned the bangs on Song Xing's forehead, pressed his lips to his ear and said, "This little voice is no quieter than talking." After speaking, he picked up Song Xing's finger and kissed it.

Song Xing laughed tickled, his eyes were curved, and the corners of his mouth were also curved, revealing dimples.

Song Wenlu sighed: "If you want to smile like this back, it will really kill me."

After all, the cubicle is no better than home, the two of them stayed in it for a while, then walked out one after the other.

Song Wenlu was behind him for a few minutes, and Song Xing went out in front and was asked by Lu Daliu who came back from work.

"Xiaolu, didn't you say that Mr. Song is with you?"

Song Xing raised her eyelids: "Mr. Song said that our cubicle is quite clean, so we can rest in it."

Lu Da Liu nodded seriously: "The big boss is busy, and he is really tired when he is busy. Xiao Lu, please don't disturb Mr. Song, let him have a good rest inside."

Song Wenlu, who just calmed down, said, "..."

Everything seems to be on the right track, the business of Song Xing and Lu Daliu's Malatang shop is gradually booming, and Song Wenlu's control over the Song Group is getting stronger and stronger.

After the little star that Song Mingfeng secretly raised in the Song family was killed by his wife, Mrs. Song went back to her mother's house ruthlessly, and wanted to teach Song Mingfeng a lesson. Song Mingfeng's own affairs were still in turmoil, so naturally he couldn't control his son Song Wenyan. .

Song Wenyan is usually an asshole. He thought that after taking nude photos and bed photos of Mayor Huang's daughter, he thought he could hold people in his hands, but he didn't expect Huang Shanshan to go abroad for her in the end.Not only that, his mobile phone and computer were cleaned up in less than half a month, and all the pictures and videos in it disappeared, including his personal social account was also hacked, and there was nothing left about Huang Shanshan.

Song Wenyan was still grieving in front of her, but within two days, a woman with a big belly suddenly came to her door, insisting that the child in her stomach belonged to him and wanted him to be responsible.

There were eighty or one hundred women who were pregnant by Song Wenyan. He originally wanted to use the money to send her away, but he didn't expect that woman to be entangled with him like crazy.

"If you don't take responsibility for me, I will die for you!"

"Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now!"

Annoyed by being entangled, Song Wenyan slapped her across the face, and the woman fell to the ground, bleeding profusely from below. In the end, neither she nor the child could be saved.When this happened in front of his house, there were cameras on the side of the road, not to mention, a few people who came with the woman next to him saw something wrong, trembling, they immediately called the police.

By the time Song Mingfeng and his wife found out about this, Song Wenyan had already been imprisoned, and he had been in prison for several days.

Song Mingfeng couldn't believe it, and went to the old house to find Mr. Song.

"Dad, you are Wen Yan's grandfather, so you don't care about this matter?"

The old man was drinking tea, when he heard the words, he just rolled his eyelids: "Song Wenyan's actions have completely disgraced our Song family, and it's good to learn a lesson in prison."

"Dad, what did you say?" Song Mingfeng's face turned from white to green, and finally said with a dark face, "Dad, I have wanted to ask for a long time, is it true that you don't care about the entire Song family, except him, Song Wenlu?" ? You saw me being oppressed by the Yue family, and Wen Yan was imprisoned, you are trying to force our second wife to death!"

Mr. Song listened for a while, then touched the crutches in his hand and knocked hard on the ground: "You bastard, are you saying that my dad and grandpa are not doing well? Say that I forced your second wife to death, why don't you look at yourself , besides picking up your wife's things, what else can he do? And Song Wenyan, what kind of bastard have you taught him to be!"

A cloud of depression accumulated in Song Mingfeng's eyes, and he looked at Mr. Song with gloomy eyes.

Mr. Song turned pale with anger, pointed at the door with his walking stick and said, "Get out!"

Song Wenlu heard about Song Mingfeng being kicked out of the Song family's old house within an hour from the eyeliner of the old house. He was eating glutinous rice balls that Song Xing had just fried for him, and took a bite. Take a breath.

Song Xing poured him a cool glass.

After Song Wenlu drank it, the tip of his tongue was scalded with a blister, which was so painful that he couldn't even smoke at night.

Song Xing remembered the last time in the hospital when he got angry and bubbles in his mouth, how his mouth became painless, so he imitated Song Wenlu's tongue and licked it, "Does it still hurt?"

Song Wenlu's eyes were burning, and he said it still hurts.

Song Xing frowned, and asked Song Wenlu to stick out his tongue to have a look.

Song Wenlu put him in his arms, held Song Xing's face in his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you want to try again?"

Song Xing said, "No."

Song Wenlu asked him why.

Song Xing got off the bed, found him a bottle of watermelon frost spray, and said slowly, "Mr. Song, I'm very tired from sticking out my tongue."

Song Wenlu felt that his facial expression was a bit uncontrollable, and he was caught off guard, and Song Xing sprayed watermelon frost in his mouth.

Watermelon Frost, it’s a bit sweet and a bit bitter, tastes like licorice slices, those who love it can chew it dry, those who don’t like it will feel sick when it smells, it’s Song Wenlu’s turn, I can’t say whether I like it or not, just a look in my eyes Darkness, picked up the boy beside him and shared this smell with him.

Song Xing ate half of the taste in his mouth, and the two lay on the bed watching the star lights.

The star lights are strung together by a wire, turn on the switch, and seven or eight star lights will light up together, warm and beautiful.

Song Wenlu squinted his eyes for a while, hugged Song Xing in his arms, and suddenly said: "I received a call from the old house today saying that Song Mingfeng was kicked out of the old house by the old man, and the old man was so angry that he had a heart attack. He is still alive. Awake."

Song Xing also knew what happened to the Song family recently, and Song Wenlu never kept it from him, including his cooperation with Huang Shanshan.

Of course, none of them thought that a woman would come to Song Wenyan and be beaten to death by Song Wenyan later.

Hearing Song Wenlu's words now, Song Xing quickly closed his eyelids and opened, "Then Mr. Song, won't you go home and visit the old man?"

Song Wenlu said, "I don't want to go back."

Song Xing rubbed his eyes, raised his head from Song Wenlu's arms, carefully looked at the man's expression for a while, and said, "I haven't seen Mr. Song's family members yet."

Song Wenlu stuffed the person under the quilt, and said in a low voice, "There is no one in my family. Your father-in-law and mother-in-law have been living in the underground for hundreds of years. When I have time, I will take you to kowtow in front of their graves. It is a recognition of the door. Also let them recognize their daughter-in-law, as for the old house, there is only one old man left, so there is nothing to look at."

Song Xing frowned and said: "The face of the old man is lost every time he sees him, not to mention the old man is not in good health."

Song Wenlu kissed him, "Okay, I just want to tell you something bad about the Song family, don't worry about the rest." After a pause, he said, "If you really want to see the old man, I'll take you there tomorrow. have a look."

Mr. Song's heart attack this time was not faked like last time. He lay in a coma all night, and when he woke up, he asked the housekeeper, "Has Wen Lu ever been back?"

The housekeeper looked embarrassed and said: "The people below have notified Mr., but Mr. did not reply, it may be that the company has something to delay."

Mr. Song's face was still calm, and he said slowly: "The future of the Song family is entrusted to him, so he should be busy, and don't bother him with such trivial matters in the future."

The housekeeper let out a sigh.

After drinking the medicine handed by the butler, Mr. Song fell into a drowsy sleep again.

When Song Wenlu brought Song Xing back to Song's house, Mr. Song hadn't gotten up yet. He ignored the servants in the old house, handed Song Xing the milk powder he bought from the supermarket to the housekeeper, and brought Song Xing back to himself. Room.

I haven't been back to the old house for a few months, and the house is still cleaned by the servants, but it's clean, but it's almost unpopular.

Song Xing said, "Aren't you going to see the old man?"

"He's still awake, so let's not bother him right now." Song Wenlu pinched his earlobe, "You wait in the room, I'll go to the kitchen to see what they cook for lunch."

Song Xing nodded, and took the book from the bookcase casually. The pages of the book were a little old, and the cover was still wrapped in a book cover. When he opened it, it turned out to be a Chinese textbook for the fifth grade of elementary school.

He flipped through the book for a while, and 030 ran out. Looking at the crooked name on the first page of the textbook, he laughed and laughed for a long time: "Destiny's Child actually wrote the word Gou Climb when he was a child. It's not shameful to say it out."

Song Xing spoke for his man: "No one is born with the ability to write."

030 said: "Come on, he is the child of destiny!"

Song Xing closed the textbook: "The Child of Destiny is also an ordinary person."

030 retorted: "No, no, Destiny's Child is a derivative of the rules of heaven and earth, and exists at the same level as world consciousness. His life is destined to promote the development of the current world. Qin Huang Han Wu and Tang Zong Song Zu, how can they be called ordinary people?"

"Since they are not ordinary people," Song Xing raised his eyelids, "then why does the system choose hosts to help them reduce their loneliness?"

030 said: "Isn't it because—" It got stuck in the middle of the sentence, and the voice was a little lower, and said listlessly, "Forget it, forget it, what are you talking about, Destiny's Child is also an ordinary person, and needs Warmth needs love."

Song Xing was keenly aware that the system might be hiding something from him.

Gently putting the book back into the cabinet, Song Xing found that almost half an hour later, Song Wenlu hadn't come back yet.

He frowned and heard footsteps passing by outside the door. After thinking about it, he opened the door and wanted to ask what was going on.

Near the stairs on the second floor, there were half-person-high vases every few steps. Song Xing walked over to look into the vase, and saw that half of the flower branches in it had withered.

Looking up, the downstairs hall was very quiet, when the door was entered, a group of servants disappeared, and there was no one in the big old house.

Song Xing stood at the stairs, wondering if it was an illusion, he always felt that someone was staring at him from behind.

Turning around suddenly, an old man in a Tang suit was standing in front of him with his hands folded on his lower abdomen. The old and muddy eyes of the other party were slightly narrowed, revealing some black pupils, cold and gloomy.

Song Xing put his hand on the handrail of the stairs: "Grandpa Song?"

"The child brought back by Wenlu is you?"

Mr. Song took a step forward, he seemed to have bad eyesight, as if he wanted to take a closer look at Song Xing.

Song Xing pursed her lips: "It's me."

A light flashed in Mr. Song's eyes, and he waved to Song Xing: "Come on, get closer to Grandpa, Grandpa will take a look at you."

Song Xing said, "Can't your eyes see clearly?"

Mr. Song said: "When people get old, their eyes are not cheap."

Song Xing lowered her eyes: "Then how did you get to the second floor? Mr. Song said that your room is on the first floor."

The corner of Mr. Song's mouth seemed to be bent and he smiled, and said in a strange voice: "Of course the housekeeper helped me up."

Song Xing groaned, but still stood there without moving.

Mr. Song didn't seem to notice, and rubbed his fingers back and forth unconsciously. He took another step forward and stood at the entrance of the corridor, "Come on, help me, old man, let's go down together and see where all those people have gone? One by one If there is no shadow, there will be no shadow."

Song Xing pursed her lips, and stretched out her arms to wrap around Mr. Song's.

The stairs from the second floor to the first floor are revolving. Mr. Song has bad legs and walks very slowly.

When he was about to go down three flights of stairs, old man Song paused, and coughed with a flushed face. The old man coughed very badly. Song Xing patted his back to comfort him. Unexpectedly, during the coughing interval, old man Song suddenly Taking a step down, that step was almost three steps wide, Song Xing's pupils shrank, and before he had time to hold him back, he felt a huge pulling force in front of him pulling him.

In front of me were the dizzying stairs and the chandelier, and the treacherous smile in Mr. Song's eyes was still lingering in his mind. Before Song Xing had time to figure out what was going on, there was a stabbing pain in the back of his head, and he lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, Song Xing was lying on a hospital bed, with a white ceiling, white walls, and white curtains.

A ray of sunlight shone into the room, Song Xing blinked and his thoughts returned.

He wanted to turn his head to look, but a strong desire to vomit rose in his chest, including dizziness.

There was a person in the ward holding his hand all the time, the other's palm was wide and warm, which made Song Xing feel at ease.

Swallowing the sour water churning in her stomach, Song Xing whispered dryly, "...Mr. Song?"

"I'm here."

Song Wenlu didn't close his eyes for nearly three or four days. His eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were black and blue.

He looked at Song Xing, his brows were slightly loosened, but his eyes were still tense.

After ringing the bedside bell, Song Wenlu touched Song Xing's forehead and said, "How do you feel? Are you dizzy or not? Do you want to vomit?"

Song Xing shook his head and asked, "Mr. Song, how is Grandpa Song?"

There was a moment of silence in the ward.

Pain flashed in Song Wenlu's eyes, he closed them, opened them again, and said in a calm tone, "...Old man, it's gone."