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Stretching out his trousers and clothes, Song Naizi thought that this set of clothes would not be so bad after washing off the plaster.

Half of the colored diamonds are missing from the waistband of the jeans. The style may be tacky and outdated, but it is still wearable.

Mr. Ji originally ordered him to throw away the clothes when he arrived, but Song Nai lied and kept it secretly.

He took off the new clothes with comfortable fabrics, put on a striped polo shirt and jeans, looked in the mirror, and changed back to the appearance of the country boy before.

But the hair was cut short, and he looked more energetic.

"Little Lele, my brother is going out, you have to be good." Nodding the child's delicate nose, Song Le in the dream groaned, but did not wake up.

Because Song Le had already been told during the day, Song Nai felt more at ease. He stood up, put on his shoulder bag, and just as he turned on the phone, a missed call from Brother Zhang popped up.

Song Nai hurriedly dialed it, and the other side immediately picked it up. The background sound was noisy and human voices formed a strong contrast with the empty and quiet villa, as if he had traveled to another world.

"Xiao Song, hurry up, are you on the way? Can you find the seafood wholesale market?" Brother Zhang's tone was a little impatient, Song Nai gently closed the bedroom door, hurriedly went downstairs to change his shoes, and went out.

"If you can find it, I will come right away."

Lush trees are planted on both sides of the smooth asphalt road. Rows of dim street lamps intersect with the big trees. The flying insects that always gather under the lampshade are cleaned up by the property.

In the night, the vast villa area was eerily quiet.

But anxiety emboldened Song Nai. He dragged his lame leg, kicked and ran for hundreds of meters and finally arrived at the station.

After successfully getting on the bus to the seafood wholesale market, Song Nai breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Running wildly in the sweltering summer night, the thinly washed polo shirt was soaked by the hot sweat gushing out, and the black chest wrap was looming, but fortunately there were dazzling stripes as a camouflage, and it was not clear unless you looked closely.

Nearly ten o'clock, the last train was full of seats, and the stars in the summer night in the countryside could not be seen here, replaced by colorful neon lights.

Bar Street is very lively, and for young people in the city, the nightlife has just begun.

Song Nai rubbed his phone, recalling the situation a few days ago.

Mr. Ji didn't like their poor appearance, so Song Nai took out some of his salary and took Song Le to buy clothes outside.

Mr. Ji also said that his hair was like a chicken coop made of straw, so Song Nai wanted to get a haircut.

He just randomly walked into a barber shop on the side of the street, but he unexpectedly ran into Brother Zhang.

That's right, it's the brother Zhang, Zhang Lijun who disappeared after borrowing Song Nai's 3 yuan.

Zhang Lijun and Song Nai are from the same village, 35 years old, have a wife and a child.He has been working alone as a handyman to earn money to support his family.

This year when I went back to the village during the Chinese New Year, I saw Song Nai sleeping in an Internet cafe with a child, both from the same village. Zhang Lijun knew that Song Nai had a poor background, so he kindly took Song Nai to the city to work on the construction site together.

As for the 3 yuan, it was purely a misunderstanding.

Zhang Lijun thought that he had no hope of working for others, so he decided to start a business. He borrowed 3 yuan from Song Nai to set up a barbecue stall. During this time, he has been groping around in the market.

In the past few days when he was away, such a big incident happened on the construction site. Song Nai left the construction site suddenly, and Zhang Lijun, whose mobile phone was stolen, couldn't contact him for a while.

That day, Zhang Lijun was spitting so much that he made money making barbecues. He knew several farmers who made barbecues, and they bought all of them.

Song Nai was also moved at the time, and wanted to join the group, but after calming down and thinking about it, he hesitated again. After all, he is still the nanny of Mr. Ji's family, and maybe Mr. Ji would mind if he worked two jobs at one time.

But now the debt is so heavy that he has to find a second job to try to pay off the debt owed.

All compensation must be paid to Mr. Ji.

Thinking that that cold, arrogant and contemptuous man might show him a certain expression of affirmation, Song Nai's fighting spirit shot up hundreds of feet like a flame splashed with oil.