I'm not unlucky at all

"As for why Mr. Song attacked you, the reason is also here. Although the world consciousness is weak, it can still distinguish the difference between the natives and outsiders, and for outsiders, the world consciousness will subconsciously choose to expel them." 030 said, " Of course, this is a stupid way that only the weakest world-consciousness will choose, and even the slightly stronger world-consciousness will not do this."

030 told Song Xing a lot, from the manipulated world consciousness to the terrible existence and struggle in the high-level world.

However, those fairy fights are still too far away for them. Song Xing is just one of the thousands of hosts who is bound by the system 030. As long as you do enough tasks, you can go back in time and live again. Back to my own life.

After finding out about Mr. Song, Song Xing fell silent completely.

030 saw that he was in a bad mood, and he felt uncomfortable everywhere: "Oh, I knew you would love that smelly man!"

Song Xing was a little sad.

"Mr. Song will never know that his grandfather actually loves him very much."

The days of convalescence are very boring, Song Wenlu's company still has a lot of things going on, Song Xing wakes up during the day and often doesn't see the man in the ward, but fortunately Lu Daliu and his wife are still in Jiangcheng, the store is not busy When the time comes, I take turns to accompany him.

There were many early mornings and midnights when Song Xing was woken up by Song Wenlu.

The man didn't speak, he must have just finished socializing, his body was full of the choking smell of cigarettes and alcohol, he just leaned next to him, in a half-embracing posture, and then kissed one after another.

Although he was drunk, the man's eyes were bright.

The distance from autumn to winter is about one snowfall. It is rare for Jiangcheng to see a snow scene every year. At the end of November, on the day of heavy snowfall, people's cheeks hurt from the wind, and the unfinished branches and leaves on the trees rattled. The earth rang, and the world turned gray and white.

Song Wenlu left early from a reception, and the street outside the hotel was covered with white. He tightened his coat, took out a lighter from his pocket, and lit a cigarette. He saw two wrestling people standing in front of him.

Song Mingfeng looked downcast, and pulled the other man's collar, with a ferocious expression: "How did you promise me at the beginning? Didn't you promise that the goods would be delivered from Shanghai yesterday? I asked you about the goods!"

The man who was being pulled by the collar didn't look good. He stared at him, but he wasn't afraid of him, so he pushed the man away from him, pointed at Song Mingfeng's nose and said, "I call you Second Master Song because of Song Mingfeng. Your face, don't be ashamed! We agreed to pay for the goods and deliver the goods, and you have the face to ask me for the goods if you don't have any fucking money?"

Song Mingfeng's expression froze: "I have plenty of money!"

"Where is that money? Tell me!"

The Song Group underwent a major change in just two months. Song Mingfeng's eyeliner left in the company was completely pulled out, and people were pushed to the edge of the company.Song Wenlu actually didn't do anything against his good second uncle. It's just that Song Mingfeng offended many people when Mr. Song was still alive. Now that Mr. Song is gone, he has no one to rely on. Take him seriously again.

A pinch of soot fell on the ground, and Song Wenlu kept walking.

It was still snowing in the sky, so he fetched the car and drove to the city hospital to pick up Song Xing and leave the hospital.

Just walking into the inpatient building from the parking area, a thin layer of snowflakes floated on Song Wenlu's shoulders.

He pushed open the door of the ward, several packages were stacked on the bed, Song Xing was wearing a padded jacket, staring out the window with red ears.

"Didn't you say wait until I come to clean up?"

Song Xing turned her head, with a little joy in her eyes: "Mr. Song, it's snowing."

Song Wenlu rubbed his eyebrows, closed the half-open window in the ward, held the boy's cold fingers, and said in a reproachful tone, "How long have you been standing here? Don't shout when you have a headache later."

Song Xing's concussion was severe, and he suffered from an indirect headache, which would last for a long time after being blown in the cold.

Song Wenlu took out a scarf from the packed package and put it on Song Xing, frowning so much that it could kill a fly.

Song Xing glanced at the snowflakes falling outside the window, followed the man who was carrying the package, pursed her lips, and said softly, "Mr. Song, don't be angry."

Song Wenlu lowered his eyes and put a hat on his head.

"Not angry."

The first snowfall in Jiangcheng was heavy, and there was no heating here in winter. The two of them went home all the way, but Song Xing found that the house was not only covered with a thick and soft blanket, but also that the house was not warm enough. The old windows were replaced with new styles, and the whole house has a new look.

In the bedroom, the star lights were still on, giving it a warm feeling.

There was an extra photo frame on the bedside table, and inside it was a photo taken at an unknown time. It was a ribbon-cutting photo of the snack bar just opened. A large group of people stood crowded together, with beaming smiles on their faces.

Song Xing was standing in the very center of the picture, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, his expression a bit green.

He walked to the front in a daze and took the photo frame in his hand. Song Xing touched it with his fingers, and then gently put it down.He walked around the room, listening to 030's amazement about the changes in the house in his mind, after thinking for a while, he ran back to the living room, and gave the man who was on the phone a soft kiss on the chin.

Song Wenlu was stunned for a moment, then hung up the phone and hugged Song Xing: "What's wrong?"

Song Xing pursed her lips, looked up into the man's eyes, and said softly, "Thank you."