after scraping a customer's car

There was no movement at the Shen family. Shen Ci lived at home for a few days and felt bored, so he took his resume and started looking for a job.

Xu Anming felt that Shen Ci was really asking for trouble, and knew that he couldn't be persuaded, so he simply refused to persuade him.

Shen Ci expected that no well-known securities companies, banks, and insurance companies in the city would hire him, so he went to a smaller company to apply for the job. Unexpectedly, most of the replies he got were polite rejections.

After a few more polite rejections, Shen Ci couldn't help being a little surprised that their Shen family is so powerful.

"I told you not to look for a job. There is less than half a month before Chinese New Year, and many companies will be on holiday. What are you messing around with?" Xu Anming chewed the kiwi fruit slices in the fruit plate, and leaned on the sofa in a leisurely tone. Said, "You don't lack food, clothing, or housing. This period of time is considered a vacation."

"I just want to try to see if I can find a job smoothly." Shen Ci put away his resume, leaned back in his chair, and exhaled, "It seems that the Shen family is even more impersonal than I thought. .”

"Who told you to ask for trouble." Xu Anming lit a cigarette, a little worried for him, "Our family is on the same boat as yours, and I can't help you even if I want to."

Shen Ci looked calm, "Even if you can help me, I don't want your help. This time I must rely on myself. Let my grandpa and my mother see that I can support myself without them."

Xu Anming laughed, and said in an old-fashioned tone: "It's good for young people to have ambitions, but when you run into walls everywhere, you know that life will not be merciful to everyone, especially for people like you who haven't suffered a little bit of wind and rain. small greenhouse flowers."

"Since when did I become a little flower in the greenhouse?" Shen Ci threw the pillow at him.

The cigarette in Xu Anming's hand was almost smashed, Shen Ci smiled: "Can you smoke less? You let me smell second-hand smoke every time, you really have it."

Xu Anming put out the unfinished cigarette and asked, "Why did you quit smoking?"

"I don't have much addiction in the first place, and it's good for my stomach to quit." Shen Ci said.

Xu Anming nodded in agreement, "That's right, cigarettes are not a good thing, it's better not to smoke." He got up and took a glass of boiled water, "Hey, by the way, let me tell you something, I worked overtime late last night, so I ordered it when I was hungry. Takeaway, guess who delivered it?"

Shen Ci, who was leaning on the sofa, looked at him silently.

"The cripple who scratched your car." Xu Anming walked to the sofa, sat down, and said with a little sigh: "It's not easy for him to be a cripple. He even delivers food in winter. You can earn tens of thousands of yuan a month.”

"It's not as much as your fraction," Shen Ci pursed his lips, and added a few more words, "Don't say that about others in the future."

Xu Anming didn't understand, "What did I say?"

"...It's not nice to call a cripple." Shen Ci's voice was very soft.

Xu Anming was taken aback, "He's a lame man, what's so good about it?"

Shen Ci didn't speak any more, he was silent for a while thoughtfully, and asked, "What do you think of me delivering food too?"

Xu Anming was taken aback for another moment, then frowned, "What are you thinking, do you know how hard it is to deliver food? This is a service industry, and you have to smile all day long, don't think it's a one-time job, let me tell you, Hurry up and apologize to Grandpa and Shen Ma, and then go back to work in the company."

Shen Ci smiled lightly, as if muttering to himself: "That Mr. Song can do it, and I think I can do it too."

Xu Anming clicked his tongue, "Okay, grandpa didn't confiscate your house or car, nor forbid me to help you. Why do you have to make things difficult for yourself?"

Shen Ci smiled brightly, turned his head to look at him, "You won't understand."

"You..." Xu Anming was speechless. He said, "How could people like us do that kind of work?"

Shen Ci leaned there hugging the pillow and did not speak.

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang, and he hurriedly took it out to have a look. It was a WeChat message from Song Yan, a few pictures of the old street scenery in the winter afternoon, a bowl of steaming wontons, and a line of words: The old street in winter, again Eat a bowl of old wontons from an old shop

Shen Ci couldn't help but smiled, and pointed to the phone screen to reply to Song Yan.

Xu Anming frowned and looked at him for a long time, and when Shen Ci finished sending the message, he leaned over, "Who are you texting with? The corner of his mouth is grinning to the back of his head."

"A friend." Shen Ci said.

"Friend?" Xu Anming obviously didn't believe it. He raised his eyebrows, looked at him with some meaning, and glanced at the phone with probing eyes, "Which friend, do I know him?"

"You... you know me." Shen Ci put the phone back in his pocket.

Xu Anming smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said curiously: "Really?" He moved closer to Shen Ci again, "Which friend? Is it a man?"

"Well, man." Shen Ci stretched out his hand to push Xu Anming's head away, and changed the subject, "Why do you come to me every day?"

"I don't care about you." Xu Anming said.

"You don't need to come every day if you care about me." Shen Ci got up and took a glass of boiling water and said.

"I haven't seen you for a day, I think you can't sleep because of your thoughts, okay." He picked up the half-drunk water glass on the table and handed it to Shen Ci, "Pour some hot water for me."

Shen Ci put the water glass in his hand on the tea table, then took the water glass handed over by Xu Anming and filled him with hot water.

Sitting back on the sofa, he looked at the time. It was still a long time before dinner. Maybe it was the steaming bowl of wontons in WeChat that made Shen Ci feel hungry at the moment. He picked up the water glass on the coffee table, and Didn't drink, just held it in both hands and said, "I'm a little hungry."

"What do you want to eat?" Xu Anming said, "I treat you."

"No need, I can still afford a bowl of wontons." Shen Ci said gratefully, "You have spent too much time and money for me during this time."

"I'm your younger brother, your brother, your brother," Xu Anming said as a matter of course, "If I don't help you, who will help you? Besides, you didn't even use the card I gave you."

"I don't need so much money yet," Shen Ci said, "Grandpa left me a car and a house, and I still have some cash with me."

"So, Grandpa still cares about you very much, just admit your mistake, let go, and just make him happy." Xu Anming started persuading the mode again.

Shen Ci didn't answer the words, just drank water quietly.

Xu Anming sighed helplessly, "My handsome Shen, okay, this is the last time, I will never persuade you again."

"Thank you handsome guy Xu." Shen Ci replied indifferently.

Xu Anming was overjoyed, drank a couple of sips of water, and changed the subject, "Who did you send WeChat to just now?" He looked like he was asking the bottom line, "Judging from your expression...you can't be... ... have a date?"

Shen Ci laughed and said, "What are you talking about?" He paused, and said frankly, "It's Mr. Song."

Xu Anming was obviously taken aback, his eyes widened, "The lame delivery man?"

Shen Ci acquiesced.

Xu Anming was even more surprised, "How did you start chatting with him?"

Shen Ci still didn't speak, yes, why did he get to chat with him, he was also asking himself.

The "good night" that night, the sincere attitude of insisting on compensation in the text message, and the steaming and delicious breakfast, maybe it was such a simple little thing that made Shen Ci feel that he was a sincere, honest, simple, and clean person , was different from the people he had come into contact with before.

After a few text messages, I exchanged WeChat and became a "netizen" in a certain sense. I chatted a few words almost every day. After a few days, I found that I had a lot of conversations with Mr. Song, who delivered food. Even when I didn't hear from him one day, I still felt a sense of loss that I couldn't describe.

"Don't be fooled." Xu Anming said with a puzzled expression, "What do you think, make friends with that kind of person."

"Is there any difference between us and him?" Shen Ci disagreed, "I don't think there is any difference, why can't we make friends?"

"All right, all right, I can't say no to you, but I have to remind you, be careful when making friends."

Xu Anming didn't mean anything malicious, he just felt that with the status, power and wealth of the Shen family, it was too incompatible for Shen Ci to make friends with a cripple who delivered food.

"Well, I know." Shen Ci said perfunctorily, drank a few mouthfuls of water, and stood up, "I want to go to Longquan Street on Wutong Road to eat wontons, will you go?"

"Run so far to eat wontons?" Xu Anming shook his head, "I won't go, I'll go back to the company, there is a dinner tonight."

"it is good."

Shen Ci took the car keys and left the house with Xu Anming. When they got downstairs, they each got into their cars and left the gate of the community to go their separate ways.

After driving for a long time, Shen Ci finally found the wonton shop that Song Yan mentioned on WeChat.

The store is small, in a corner deep in the alley, he chose a place near the corner, and ordered a bowl of wontons.

When the wontons were on the table, he picked up his phone and took a picture and sent it to Song Yan.

At this time, Song Yan had just delivered an order of takeaway, and was about to ride an electric scooter to make another order. The phone in his pocket vibrated, and he immediately took it out and clicked on WeChat.

Seeing the photo that came into view, he was both surprised and happy, and hurriedly replied: Did you go to that wonton shop?

Shen Ci: Looking at the photos you posted, I am getting hungry

Looking at Shen Ci's reply, and looking at the photo he sent, Song Yan stood on the side of the road with a smirk, and had a brief chat with Shen Ci, asking him to have a good meal.

Song Yan suddenly had the idea of ​​going to that store to find Shen Ci.

But soon, reason prevailed, and the indelible inferiority complex that suddenly rose in his heart made him dismiss this idea.

Song Yan stared at the few messages again, then put the phone back in his pocket, got on the electric scooter and continued to deliver food.