I'm not unlucky at all

After all, dizziness was not Song Xing's temporary hallucination.

When his eyes became blurred again, he was talking to someone, but suddenly he couldn't hear anything clearly.

After about three or four seconds, Song Xing suddenly realized that there was a new person in front of him.

"Mr. Song?" He asked suspiciously, and found that his voice was a little hoarse.

Song Wenlu pursed his thin lips tightly, took Song Xing's hand, and felt a coldness.

The new branch of the snack bar opened very late. Lu Daliu rubbed his face stiff from laughing, looked around for someone in the store, and muttered, "Where are Xiaolu and Mr. Song? I just saw that they are still in the store. Why? In a blink of an eye, there was no one there.”

Da Liu's daughter-in-law came over and threw him a rag, and said casually: "Don't look for it, Mr. Song said just now that Xiaolu has a cold, so take him to the nearby clinic in advance."

There is a community outpatient clinic near the new store. The doctor checked Song Xing a few times and took his body temperature. He said, "I have a slight fever, and you still feel dizzy. , just think about getting an injection."

Song Wenlu took the medicine list and went out to get the medicine, while Song Xing sat obediently opposite the doctor.

The doctor poked at the pen and casually chatted with Song Xing: "Is that your brother?"

Song Xing shook his head lightly.

The doctor took another look at him and didn't say anything more clearly.

Not long after, Song Wenlu came back from taking the medicine. The doctor carefully instructed the two of them to take the medicine on time, and called the next number.

In mid-August, Jiangcheng was still exuding lingering heat. Song Xing walked out of the clinic and sneezed moderately.

Song Wenlu touched the boy's feverish forehead, frowned, and held the boy's hand firmly and went home.

The night when Song Xing became an adult, the two of them didn't do anything. Song Wenlu made a big bowl of ginger soup for the boy. According to the doctor at the outpatient clinic, the boy needs to sweat, and he will be fine when he sweats.

There is no sugar in the ginger soup, which tastes spicy and pungent.

"Drink more." Song Wenlu looked at the boy's remaining half bowl, pinched the tip of his nose, and said in an uncompromising tone.

Song Xing pursed her lips, staring at Jiang Tang's bowl as if facing a formidable enemy.

Song Wenlu had no choice but to search the living room for a while and found a pack of mint candies. He unpacked it, held the candy softly in front of Song Xing's eyes and coaxed, "We'll eat one when we're done drinking."

Song Xing said: "Mr. Song, I'm not a child." But in the end he drank the remaining half bowl of ginger soup.

The air conditioner in the room was not turned on, and Song Xing's nose was finally sweating after drinking all the ginger soup, but the man's back was already drenched.

Song Xing was held tightly in Song Wenlu's arms, kissed her head, and snuggled together and slowly fell asleep.

That night, the two of them did nothing.

A moderate cold lasted nearly half a month on Song Xing, and the branch of the snack bar was on the right track during this time.At the beginning of September, Lu Jun brought Lu Daliu's old lady into the city, and the child was admitted to Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School, making Lu Daliu, an old man, laugh from ear to ear.

A group of people gathered together for another meal, and they never thought that Da Liu's daughter-in-law would suddenly run away, covering her mouth and retching, while she was halfway through the meal.

The next day, the news that Da Liu's daughter-in-law was pregnant reached everyone's ears.

When Song Xing went to visit Da Liu's wife, Lu Jun ran over with blinking eyes and asked him, "Uncle Lu Yuan, will the baby in mother's womb be a boy or a girl?"

Song Xing patted the child's head and asked, "Would Junjun like a little brother or a little sister?"

Lu Jun wrinkled his white and tender face, and his expression was tangled: "I want a tender and soft little sister, but if my mother gives me a younger brother, I will be able to blame him if I get into trouble in the future." !"

Lu Da Liu just entered the door, only heard the second half of Lu Jun's words, rolled up his sleeves and was about to deal with this brat.

It's a pity that Lu Jun was smarter than his father, so he ran away without a trace.

Song Wenlu always remembers the anniversary of his and Song Xing's being together, with fine wine, flowers and melodious music, the small world where the two lived in a small house turned into a charming dream world, and what they failed to do on their birthday, they will all do it on this day. I did it over and over.

Some things are a bit difficult at the beginning, but later become a matter of course.

Song Xing buried her head in the pillow, her forehead was wet with sweat.

The man hugged him tightly from behind him, bit the tips of his ears, kissed the back of his neck, and clasped his fingers tightly.

The moon is slowly setting from the middle of the moon, and the sun is rising, and it is dawn.

Later, before winter came, Song Wenlu took Song Xing to take a group photo with a red background. I don't know where he got the two marriage certificates, which were still stamped, which looked decent.

Song Xing touched the marriage certificate and said foolishly, "Mr. Song, this marriage certificate looks real."

Song Wenlu kissed the corner of the boy's lips, smiled and said nothing.

But his loneliness value, which has not changed much, has dropped from 2 to 1.

Song Xing was taken aback for a moment, and was kissed deeply by the man again.

Days are always dull.

Later, the snack bar opened two more branches, but Lu Daliu and his wife were both old-fashioned, and they didn't have the impulsiveness to pursue a big career. After discussing with Song Xing, the snack bar stopped its momentum of development.

One thing that people like to talk about is that the snack bar in Suzhou and Hangzhou has opened three branches, and each branch is next to the snack bar.However, Suhang was too lazy to take care of the shops, so he threw all four shops to his free laborers.

Song Xing's life has become very regular, busy in the snack bar during the day, going on dates with men to watch movies at night, and doing exercises late at night.

Every year when the Song Company's business is idle, Song Wenlu will finish the work for a period of time in advance, and then take Song Xing to play around, watching the sunrise, dusk, stars, and the sea.

In July of the next year, Da Liu's wife gave birth to a boy, and both Lu Da Liu and Lu Jun were full of disgust.

The sweet-smelling little girl is gone, and the brat with the handle is probably another naughty ghost.

The brat was named Lu Tianming by Lu Daliu, it doesn’t mean much, it’s just that Lu Jun recently watched a cartoon in which the male protagonist is also named Tianming, Lu Daliu thought it sounded good, so he pressed it on the head of his youngest son .

On the contrary, Lu Jun was even more ruthless, and gave his younger brother a nickname of Smelly.

The crowd could not laugh or cry.

Smelly full moon, Lu Daliu reserved a private room on the third floor of True Color, and invited everyone to drink stinky full moon wine.

The next day, for the first time, the man who had been occupying half of the financial news pages made headlines in the entertainment pages.

The photo of him holding hands with the teenager and appearing in True Color was exposed.

"Then make it public."

After reading the report, Song Wenlu smiled and kissed the tip of Song Xing's nose with tender eyes.

They got married in a low-key way, but unexpectedly it became popular in the end. Someone dug up Song Xing's life experience and found that Song Xing was born as an ordinary farm boy. They were extremely shocked, but in the end they could only come up with a pheasant. The conclusion of becoming a phoenix.

The story of a country boy marrying into a wealthy family has also become a topic of great interest among Jiangcheng people. It is very strange for two men to be together. Although corruption has prevailed in recent years, some people speculate with good intentions, while others are full of malice.

Among them, Su Xianghe, who saw the report, was the one who was about to bite his teeth.

"Yo, how angry is the makeup on your face?"

There was a seductive figure behind her, and the woman with the awl face let out a breath on Su Xianghe's face, her voice was sharp and piercing, "Oh, isn't this Mr. Song that our sister Xiao He talks about every day? I didn't expect Mr. Song to like a man."

The woman's mocking tone echoed in Su Xianghe's ears, and Su Xianghe was so angry that he wanted to scratch her face.

But no.

Su Xianghe raised his head and glared at the woman bitterly, and walked out of the dressing room with his skirt in hand.

She wore a low-cut dress and walked in the dimly lit dinner hall. Looking around, the young women with heavy makeup in the banquet hall were all [-]th-line young artists in the company, and their purpose of being sent to the dinner was very clear. , if they can hook up with a financial backer, then what is waiting for them must be a rising star in the entertainment industry.

Su Xianghe bit his lips tightly, his heart swayed for a moment, he lifted his skirt and slowly walked towards the middle-aged man with a big belly who was closest to him.

The shock caused by the entertainment report only existed for a few days, and the topic of another male star's cheating in the entertainment circle suppressed the previous news about President Song.

Song Xing's life was not greatly affected, but after the year, a familiar person appeared on the TV screen.

The LCD TV in the snack bar is placed above the cash register, and customers can often see the picture on the TV as soon as they look up.

At that time, a few people were having lunch in the store, and a popular costume drama was playing on the TV. 030 recognized Su Xianghe on the TV at a glance: "Look, your man's old lover is on TV!"

Song Xing corrected it: "This is Su Hang's younger sister."

030: "Slightly slightly."

Suhang also saw the woman on TV, his eyes dimmed slightly.

For a period of time, there was almost overwhelming publicity about Su Xianghe. The inspirational rumors that she was from a grassroots background and graduated from a non-professional college but her acting skills crushed the popular florets pushed her popularity to a peak.But maybe it’s the opposite of everything. The hit costume drama hasn’t ended yet. The news and photos of Su Xianghe being slapped by a wealthy wife have leaked out. The seemingly smooth star road came to an abrupt end at such a vigorous stage. No matter how high it is held, it will be so tragic when it falls.

Su Xianghe completely disappeared in the summer of the second year, and his whereabouts were unknown.

In the third year after Song Xing and Song Wenlu's marriage, Song Wenlu's loneliness value still hadn't changed much, but Song Xing's health had problems.

In fact, the problem has always existed, but it was well concealed by Song Xing.

The system said that Lu Yuan's death was due to overdose of sleeping pills, and when Song Xing entered Lu Yuan's body, the body was already in a state of sleeping pill poisoning, the system can help him live in this body temporarily, But the potential hidden dangers of this body have not been eliminated.

At first, it was just dizziness, blurred vision for a second or two, and later it became drowsiness and slowed reaction ability.

Song Xing discovered it while peeling apples.

A piece of skin was peeled off from his index finger, and blood slowly dripped from the crevice of the finger without much pain.

What I thought in my mind was that I needed to stop the bleeding, but the person was still sitting on the sofa motionless.

When Song Wenlu returned home, he saw Song Xing clumsily wrapping a band-aid around his fingers. The man's brows were tightly frowned, and he blamed in a worried tone, "Why are you so careless."

Song Xing opened his mouth and said he didn't pay attention.

Song Wenlu asked him again if it hurt.

Song Xing said it didn't hurt, but in fact, he really didn't hurt much.

The pain eased, and troubles came when doing certain things. Song Xing couldn't tell whether the man's strength was heavy or light. When hugging, the whole person was in a chaotic state, and the comfort or pain was hazy.

As a result, Song Xing couldn't get up from the bed the next day.

He has a fever.

Song Xing fell asleep on the bed all day, and when he woke up, he was already lying on the hospital bed. He turned his head and wanted to tell Song Wenlu that he was fine, but his voice was hoarse.

Song Wenlu hugged him and said sorry, his eyes were red, as if he had cried.

It was only later that Song Xing found out that he slept for a day and a night, as if he was not breathing, the man was frightened.

After waking up, a young nurse came to give Song Xing an injection. The other party might be a freshly graduated intern, stared at by a man's oppressive gaze, and the injecting hand was trembling and could not hold the needle steadily.

Song Xing was stabbed five or six times on the back of the hand by the little nurse, and the little nurse was so anxious that she almost cried with the last injection, and finally the last needle was right on the spot.

"Does it hurt?"

Song Wenlu asked Song Xing in a hoarse voice, he didn't go to see the little nurse who ran out with the tray, because he was afraid that he couldn't help beating the woman.

Song Xing shook his head.

How long did he not hide the loss of pain from the man, Song Wenlu bit his lip when he kissed him, Song Xing didn't cry out the pain and let the man kiss.

Song Wenlu found out that something was wrong with Song Xing.

"What's going on?" The man wiped away the blood from the corner of Song Xing's mouth, and panic flashed across his calm eyes.

Song Xing pursed her lips and bent her fingers slightly.

He tried to speak, his voice was very soft: "Mr. Song, I don't seem to feel any pain anymore."

After the fever was over, Song Xing was still living in the hospital. The doctors who came and went in the ward every day were experts whom Song Wenlu had found for him to draw blood, test and check.

In the end, there was no clue.

The doctors thought that Song Xing's condition might be the sequelae caused by his previous brain impact, and the condition might only be temporary, and suggested hospitalization for further observation.

But Song Xing shook his head and said, "Mr. Song, let's leave the hospital." He was aware of his physical condition, and hospitalization was useless to him.

Song Wenlu pursed his lips tightly, kissed Song Xing's cheek, and said in a forbearing tone: "Hey, listen to the doctor, let's observe for a while, okay?"

It seems that the lack of pain is just the beginning for Song Xing. Occasionally, his eyes will become blurred and his thoughts will become extremely slow. Sometimes Song Xing remembers that he seems to have just had breakfast, but looking up I looked at the time and found that it was already evening.

030 will always remind him of what he has to do, even so, Song Xing will often make mistakes.

At night, Song Wenlu stayed beside Song Xing on the bed, with worried eyes.

Song Xing said: "Mr. Song, look at me, I can't remember the time clearly, does it look like I have advanced dementia?"

Song Wenlu hugged him tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Well, my baby has turned into a little old man in advance."

Song Xing laughed, rubbed his chin and said, "Where is that little old man's little old lady?"

Song Wenlu said in a low voice: "The little old lady has always been by the little old man's side."

Song Xing yawned with a smile, and soon fell asleep contentedly.

They stayed in the hospital for nearly two months, and the expert team was helpless about Song Xing's condition.

One day, I don't know what the leader of the expert team told Song Wenlu. On a sunny afternoon, Song Wenlu took Song Xing home.

Song Xing was very happy to be back home, and her spirits improved a lot.

Lu Daliu and the others didn't know Song Xing's current situation, they only thought he had a fever and was hospitalized.

And during this period of time, their respective lives were not very peaceful. That brat Lu Jun learned puppy love in junior high school, and his grades plummeted because of unrequited love. The angry Lu Da Liu chased Lu Jun's ass every day with a rolling pin.

Smelly is just over two years old, and can only learn a few syllables. When he saw his father chasing his brother and beating him, he sat on the bed and only knew how to shout "Okay, ok, ok" cheerfully.

On the other side, Lu Sa held back for three years and finally confessed to Su Hang.

But Su Hang coldly rejected him.

"If you still like me in another two or three years, I will be with you."

Three years, three years and three years, life is only a few three years, he does not believe that Lu Sa can persist until then.

Song Xing's condition meant that he could no longer go out casually, Song Wenlu was worried about him, so he changed his office location from the company to his home.

Many times, Song Xing went to sleep and woke up in the arms of a man.

After waking up, Song Xing would kiss the man on the chin and say good morning.

030 corrected him: "Xiao, it's wrong, it's good afternoon! You just took a nap!"

Song Xing was stunned for a moment, and said to the man apologetically, "Mr. Song, I remember wrongly."

At this time, Song Wenlu's eyes would look at him very tenderly, then stroke his hair and say, "My little old man is confused again."

Song Xing couldn't remember things clearly, so Song Wenlu started to learn to keep a diary. He recorded everything about Song Xing in the diary, and showed it to the other party when Song Xing woke up.

After all, Lu Daliu and the others knew what happened to Song Xing. They couldn't believe it, but they had to believe it.

Suhang came to the door, stretched out his hand and compared a number to Song Xing: "What is this?"

Song Xing, "...Four."

Su Hang blinked and said, "Isn't this quite normal?"

Song Xing smiled and said, "I just have a bad memory."

After speaking, he yawned and fell asleep in the man's arms.

Time passed day by day, one month passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, another year passed.

Song Xing is in poor health, always remembering here and forgetting there, but he has a notebook full of words with him, if he forgets something, he just needs to flip through it, and he will remember it.

030 said: "Xiao, I'm really afraid that one day, you will forget me too."

Song Xing was silent about this. He really couldn't guarantee whether he would wake up one day and forget everything.

He doesn't remember 030, he doesn't remember time travel, and he doesn't remember... the person he likes.

Fortunately, he persisted long enough. In the sixth year of his illness, Su Hang and Lu Sa finally came together. The compromise was given to Lu Sa, who completely abandoned the past self and welcomed the new life.

Song Wenlu had quit smoking in the past few years, and the Song Group's work was too much to handle, so he trained capable men to help him share the work. Perhaps it was the halo of the child of destiny, even though he had to take care of Song Xing all year round. There will be several appearances in the company, but the shares of the Song Group are still rising infinitely.

It is said that companionship is the most affectionate confession.

In the tenth year of Song Xing's illness, Song Wenlu resigned from his position as the chairman of the Song Group and became a manipulator behind the scenes. No one knew that he had built a magnificent manor abroad for his baby.

The man said that the little old man with a bad memory was accompanied by his man and could go wherever he wanted.

Although Song Xing didn't know what happened, she still smiled and said yes.

The two lived in the manor for five years. Song Xing's memory gradually faded, and he didn't remember much about the people and things in the past. It seemed that there were only men and the system in his mind in his life.

Occasionally when she wakes up, Song Xing will ask the system why the man's loneliness value is still 1 point, is there any dissatisfaction?

030 said: "That's because he loves you." Worry comes from love, and fear comes from love.

The last point of loneliness for a man is born of Song Xing.

030 added: "When a person's loneliness value is completely reduced to 0, then he will be invincible, Xie, you are his last weakness."

Song Xing froze for a moment, then fell silent.

When autumn came, Song Xing suddenly fell ill. The young man who was standing in front of the flower garden and smiling just fell straight down, frightening the servants in the manor.

When he woke up, the middle-aged Lu Daliu was sitting beside his bed with red eyes, and the tough man was crying until he couldn't make a sound.

After a long time no see, Song Xing opened his mouth, "Brother Liu."

Lu Daliu said, "Brother is here."

Song Xing's voice was dry and hoarse: "I remember that Smelly is in his teens this year, right? Are Junjun and sister-in-law at home?"

Lu Daliu choked up and said, "Smelly is [-] years old this year. If you can't study well, you know how to be mischievous... Your sister-in-law and Junjun are both at home. If you want to see them, brother call them and ask them to book tickets."

Song Xing shook his head, and said slowly: "Don't bother sister-in-law and the others to make this trip."

Lu Da Liu Hong stared and let out a sigh.

Song Xing raised his eyes again, and asked hoarsely, "Where is Mr. Song?"

Lu Daliu got up and wiped away his tears and said, "He's talking to the doctor outside, brother, call him in for you."

Song Xing nodded.

When Song Wenlu walked into the room, there were snowflakes on his head and shoulders.

Song Xing opened her eyes slightly, looked out of the window, and said slowly, "Mr. Song, is it already winter?"

The man gave a light grace, and sat beside his bed and stroked his forehead slowly.

"Want to go out and see the snow?"

Song Xing said, "Can I?"

Song Wenlu said in a low voice, "Of course."

The weather was not too cold, and there was light snow falling in the sky. Song Xing was sitting in a wheelchair, wrapped up like a polar bear, her pale face was a little blush from seeing the snowflakes.

Song Wenludan stood with him wearing a sweater, and snowflakes fell on the ends of their hair and between their eyebrows.

Song Xing raised his head and said, "If Mr. Song grows old, he will definitely be the most handsome old man in the world."

"is it?"

"Definitely is."

Song Wenlu's eyes fell on Song Xing's thin cheeks, brushing off the snowflakes on his shoulders, the corners of his mouth curved like a smile, but so sad, "I want you to watch me grow old with your own eyes, Xiaolu."

Song Xing smiled weakly, and said sadly, "Mr. Song, this is a bit difficult."

Song Wenlu looked at Song Xing firmly, with despair in his eyes, as if he wanted to imprint the youth's face in his heart.

Song Xing was refreshed for a while, then suddenly yawned and said, "Mr. Song, I'm a little sleepy."

Song Wenlu didn't have much expression on his face, he just bent down and kissed the corner of Song Xing's lips, and said softly, "Are you going to sleep?"

Song Xing nodded with heavy eyelids.

Song Wenlu touched his cold cheek, closed his eyes, "Then go to sleep."

Song Xing felt his consciousness begin to blur, as if a cold liquid fell on his face.

Is it snow?

030 said softly, "It's tears."

Song Xing was startled.

He heard someone whimpering in the wind and snow, the sound seemed to be crying.

Opening her mouth silently, Song Xing felt strange, who was crying?And why are you crying?

He felt sleepy, and said in a soft voice, "Mr. Song, good night." See you tomorrow.

Song Wenlu heard the young man's voice, hugged him tightly with trembling arms, kissed the corner of his lips, and said with a crying smile:

"Good night."