I don't think the plot is right!

Fang Jiashu followed him all the way to the door and finally turned around to look him in the eye.

"Don't let Baxi come in the future." Fang Jiashu said bluntly.

"I didn't ask..." Song Yuan subconsciously explained, but was interrupted by Fang Jiashu: "...don't let your girlfriend come either."

Song Yuan didn't understand at first, but after he paused to understand, he was a little happy. Fang Jiashu deliberately mentioned this kind of thing because he still cared about himself, and hurriedly added: "That's not my girlfriend, that's..."

"What's none of my business?" Fang Jiashu interrupted again.

Song Yuan was really a little stunned this time - his little tree was really a stranger to him.

Fang Jiashu didn't care how ugly his expression was, he just turned around and entered the door without looking at him again.

His hands trembled when he closed the door, because Song Yuan didn't see Fang Jiashu's expression that he was still holding back his tears.

After a long sleep, I feel much more comfortable. As long as I am alive, everything has a chance to start from scratch.

But Fang Jiashu's mood became complicated again when he opened the door.

In the dim light of the basement, one could vaguely see a figure sitting against the wall as if asleep. The man moved when he heard the door opening, then rubbed his eyes and stood up...

It was Song Yuan who slept here all night.

Fang Jiashu insisted on ignoring him, locked the door with his back to him, and went out to look for a job.

But Song Yuan opened his mouth facing his back, but finally didn't say anything.

After a busy day with no results, Fang Jiashu became more and more unable to cope with talking to strangers. Most companies would not appreciate such candidates.

Sighing and returning to this cramped residence, he saw Song Yuan still sitting at his door.

This time there is an extra suitcase... and Baxi.

He wanted to ignore it, but Baxi was so pitiful that Fang Jiashu slowed down unconsciously.

Seeing this, Song Yuan forced a smile and said, "I have returned the house."

Fang Jiashu couldn't help frowning, what kind of nerves did this man have?

"I don't have a place to live now, can I share the rent with you? I'm here...just your friend." Song Yuan began to find a reason.

Fang Jiashu thought to himself, "Who is your friend now???" But he still didn't say anything, and went back to the room and closed the door.

This time Song Yuan didn't say anything, but Baxi rushed to the door first.

Gripping at the crack of the door, he meowed at Fang Jiashu non-stop.

Even Song Yuan wanted to hug it, not to mention how distressed Fang Jiashu was in the house.

But determined not to pay attention to him, Fang Jiashu insisted on turning on the music and ignoring everyone.

Song Yuan knelt down and stared at the door for a long time. After confirming that he was really being ignored, he went out and called Song Ange.

"It's useless, Xiaoshu still ignores me."

It was indeed Song Ange who persuaded him to check out the house and grind Fang Jiashu hard, because it was impossible for Fang Jiashu to move to his brother's place now. With Fang Jiashu's character, he must feel that he was being handed over, so letting his brother be at a disadvantage might win some sympathy...

But who would have thought that Fang Jiashu would really become cruel, Song Ange could only comfort him and said, "Then you should go home first."

"Didn't you tell me...to leave the house?" Song Yuan petrified in place.

"Really quit? Are you stupid? It's just a plan!" Song Ange was surprised that his brother who had a crush on him would never have a brain.

Song Yuan: "..."

After thinking about it, Song Yuan chose the latter between going to the hotel to get a room and staying here.

If you don't do anything, just stay here!He sat cross-legged on the ground and continued to stare at the door.

But it didn't take long before I felt that my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. These few days...it's really been too much trouble...

But Fang Jiashu tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

Not for anything else, hearing Baxi's cry just now is obviously hungry, and there is really no way to just ignore it like this.

He lay down by the door and listened, but there was no movement.

Fang Jiashu grabbed a small bag of cat food and quietly opened the door.

Immediately, he saw Song Yuan and Baxi, one big and one small, leaning against the wall.

The basement was dark and damp, and Baxi knew that she purposely slept on Song Yuan's lap...but Song Yuan sat directly on the ground.

If you say he is stupid, sometimes he is really stupid... Fang Jiashu was angry and a little distressed. He put the cat food on the ground for Baxi and went back to the room to get a blanket and wanted to throw it on Song Yuan.

But after taking out the blanket, Baxi was already eating cat food on the ground, and Song Yuan also seemed to have moved, as if he was about to wake up.

Fortunately, Song Yuan didn't see what he was doing, Fang Jiashu became more sober now, and hurriedly picked up the blanket and went back to the house.

But Song Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and smiled slightly at the door.

When he opened the door the next day, Song Yuan was still sitting in front of his house with the cat in his arms, but he seemed in an inexplicably good mood?

Could this person be stupid... How can he be so happy sitting on the ground and sleeping all night?

But Fang Jiashu didn't know that even his own sympathetic concern could make Song Yuan laugh all day long.

Fang Jiashu still cares about himself!Song Yuan kept hinting to himself.

So when Fang Jiashu came back, Song Yuan immediately stood up and continued to smile at him.

Fang Jiashu glanced at Baxi, who was meowing, and Song Yuan, who was smirking, and felt in a trance that he actually had a dog and a cat...

Song Yuan still took the initiative: "Just let me share the rent with you, I don't need to sleep in bed..."

Originally there was only a small single bed, of course it was not your turn... Fang Jiashu was startled at the thought of this, and his thoughts began to follow him again.A little flustered: "You can't afford it."

Song Yuan was stunned, he still couldn't afford to rent this? "……How much?"

Fang Jiashu felt that he couldn't continue digging holes for himself, so he offered an outrageously high price.

Unexpectedly, Song Yuan immediately took out his wallet and counted a wad of money, and handed it to him without missing a penny.

Fang Jiashu was angry, pushed his hand away and entered the room, and heard Song Yuan whispering outside: "Isn't that enough... We can negotiate the price..."

Just buried his face in the pillow, Fang Jiashu didn't want to hear another word from this person...

Without any reply from Fang Jiashu, Song Yuan became serious, leaned against the door seriously and said, "I did something wrong."

Fang Jiashu was stunned, and slowly raised his head from the pillow.

Song Yuan didn't know if Fang Jiashu was listening to him, but just repeated Cheng An's story from beginning to end as if talking to himself.

Fang Jiashu really didn't know whether he dared to believe him or not.

Still didn't answer, Fang Jiashu probably didn't hear anything.Song Yuan felt a little lost, but suddenly remembered something and knocked on Fang Jiashu's door.

The sudden knock on the door startled Fang Jiashu, hesitantly asked again: "...what are you doing?"

Song Yuan, who finally got a response, was a little overjoyed, and quickly squatted down and stuffed something into the crack of Fang Jiashu's door.

Fang Jiashu sat up from the bed, only to see the dilapidated notebook forced into the crack of the door.