Flesh and blood

This day is very busy for Ji Liang, and what happened this time did not seem to happen suddenly, but more like it was planned for a long time, but Song Wei didn't elaborate, and Ji Liang didn't know what was going on inside, just Adhering to the consistent principles taught by Yu Zhen, he was busy, running back and forth to buy necessities, and always paying attention to no suspicious people following him.

The whole morning was spent in the commodity store, with a trolley case full of daily necessities in his hand, a new laptop and a new mobile phone, and when he returned to the small rental house on the edge of the city, Ji Liang After everything was placed, and I was in a hurry to make lunch, there was a sudden sound of ping-pong-pong in the kitchen.

Song Wei was not sleeping deeply in the room, when suddenly a messy noise came from his ears, he woke up immediately, got up and opened his eyes to find the direction of the sound, the house is not big, and the sound insulation effect is very poor, Song Wei is standing at the door of the kitchen Seeing that Ji Liang was cooking in an apron, with the sound of the collision of the spoon and the pot and the sound of the range hood, Ji Liang didn't notice anyone at the door at all.

"Enough, only two people can eat."

Song Wei's words startled Ji Liang who was concentrating on cooking... He quickly turned off the fire, turned around and looked at Song Wei who seemed to be standing at the door for a long time in surprise, and said embarrassingly: "Mr. , did I wake you up...?"

Song Wei glanced at the half-cooked vegetables in the pot, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and said, "Keep cooking."

Ji Liang looked at Song Wei standing at the kitchen door smoking a cigarette suspiciously, always felt that this situation was not suitable for this expensive Song Wei, but he still obediently turned around and continued cooking.

Then the process of cooking at noon became very weird, and already finished the meal smelling the smell of food and smoke.

The first lunch that wasn't at the Song's house, Song Wei didn't show the slightest unaccustomed to it, and naturally cleaned up all the dishes as usual, and Ji Liang was even more surprised, giving him the feeling that Song Wei It seems that the amount of food eaten at the Song family is a bit more.

Ji Liang suddenly remembered that Song Jiu usually eats a lot, and also thought that he hadn't contacted him yet, and the barbecue they had agreed upon had become far away. He wanted to ask Song Wei where Song Jiu was, but he didn't dare to be so direct After asking... I can only ask from the side: "Mr. Song, is it safe here for half a month? Do you need to find a few transfer points in advance?"

Song Wei put down the bowl and chopsticks, wiped his hands with a paper towel, and said, "No need, Li Lian will release the news that I have returned to the United States."

Li Lian was slightly taken aback, only to remember that this person is the current wife of the Song family, the mother of Song Weiliang who has returned to the United States.

Ji Liang frowned slightly: "But..."

"Song Jiu and the others are under Yu Zhen's command, nothing will happen."

Ji Liang was stunned again, he subconsciously rubbed his face, could it be that everything he wanted to ask was written on his face?

But obviously, for Song Wei, Ji Liang's current actions also leaked his thoughts...

The meal was unremarkable. After the meal, Song Wei sat at the dining table with his notebook, motionless like a statue. He was washing the dishes in the kitchen. After packing up the things, he found out that the house seemed to be too long. No one has lived in it, many places are not clean, and the furniture and walls are also very damaged. This afternoon, it was cold and I started to clean the house thoroughly, cleaning every corner.

Even so, on the first day of living in, there was trouble.

"Clap clap clap!"

There was a harsh knock on the door, and Ji Liang, who was cleaning, and Song Wei, who was sitting at the desk working, frowned at the same time.

"Papa papa!"... "Is there anyone? I'm downstairs!"

Ji Liang put down the broom in his hand, went to the door and looked through the cat's eyes before opening the door.

A 30-year-old elder brother, wearing shorts and a vest, a pair of flip-flops, and a chicken nest head, stood up at the door, opened the door and asked, "Sir, what's the matter?"

The 30-year-old elder brother was stunned immediately. Seeing that Ji Liang was still wearing an apron, he didn't react for a while. It wasn't until Ji Liang looked at him suspiciously that he regained his composure. He remembered his intention of knocking on the door, and hurriedly called out: "Little Brother, you just moved in today. My eldest brother lives downstairs and came up before he finished his lunch. Is there a leak in your kitchen? There is absolutely no way to ask for it!"

After hearing this, my first reaction was to turn around and run back to the kitchen to check the water pipe problem under the sink.

As expected, when he saw that the bottom of the sink was full of water stains, Ji Liang didn't know how to solve the problem, and the elder brother who he ignored at the door was staring at Song Wei in the small living room.

Ji Liang Mei Zhe came out of the kitchen and explained to Song Wei: "Mr. Song...the water pipe is broken."

Song Wei put his eyes back on the computer screen, and only uttered one word: "Xiu."

Jiliang immediately frowns, if he knows how to fix it, he won't say it.

At this moment, the elder brother downstairs who had been standing next to him suddenly said, "Why don't I show you, it's my family that's unlucky."

Ji Liang couldn't wait to take the eldest brother downstairs to the kitchen. This elder brother is also a vigorous person, saying that one thing is one thing. After seeing the problem of the water pipe, he immediately found a solution, and Ji Liang was there to help him. He would pass a screwdriver and then a pair of pliers. It took a long time to repair the water pipes. The elder brother downstairs was panting and complained: "Why do you suddenly live in this shabby place? This shabby community doesn't even have property. What's the matter?" No one cares about it, it’s all people moving out, and it’s strange for you to live in.”

Seeing that he was sweating profusely, Ji Liang replied, "We are only staying here for a short time, and we will be leaving in half a month. Sir, would you like a glass of water first?"

The elder brother downstairs quickly waved his hands: "Mr. what, Mr. or that, just call me Xiong Er. From now on, everyone upstairs and downstairs will be neighbors, so don't be polite."

Seeing that Xiong Er is very sincere, Ji Liang didn't put much thought into it: "Well, my name is Ji Liang."

After Xiong's second hand was busy for a while, he put down his tool lightly and asked Jiliang secretly: "The one outside, who are you?" After speaking, he glanced at Song Wei who was sitting in the small living room.

Ji Liang thought about it, and said it in a tactful way without revealing Song Wei's identity, he didn't know how to speak.

"Is it your boss? Seeing how polite you were talking to him just now, it can't be that you were arrested by the boss to work as a coolie?" Xiong Er guessed by himself.

Jiliang hurriedly shook her head: "No, no, my boss...wouldn't live in this kind of place."

Xiong Er laughed: "That's right, don't joke, I just like to make irresponsible remarks. Seeing that he looks very unusual, I thought he was some kind of big shot."

Jiliang was a little embarrassed, because Xiong Er said this in a loud voice, and after noon's verification, the sound insulation of this house is very poor, Song Wei in the living room must have heard Xiong Er's words.

Still struggling to think of words, it was already cold, completely unaware that Song Wei was standing at the kitchen door behind him, in a similar posture to the one at noon.

Seeing Song Wei standing at the door and not coming in, Xiong Er also noticed that he seemed to be speaking too bluntly. Although he didn't say anything bad, it made him embarrassed, and explained: "Brother, don't be angry, Xiao Liang and I are also Just chatting nonsense."

Ji Liang hastily turned to look at Song Wei, because Xiong Er called him "Little Liang", Ji Liang was afraid that Song Wei might have misunderstood it, and thought of Song Weiliang, but before he could say anything, he heard Song Wei say: " He's mine."

……

Ji Liang and Xiong Er were stunned at the same time...

The five words in this sentence are very connotative. What Ji Liang can't figure out is why Song Wei speaks so ambiguously. He belongs to him, who belongs to him?Isn't it easy to misunderstand...

What Xiong Er couldn't understand was that the topic they were talking about was the relationship between Song Wei and Ji Liang, but the person involved said something that was ambiguous and infinitely fascinating. It really felt more and more black...

But generally speaking, what Song Wei said is correct. After thinking about it, maybe Song Wei means that he is his subordinate, which can be regarded as his people, but this scope is wide. Almost all of them belong to Song Wei...

Ji Liang changed the subject, picked up a screwdriver from the side and handed it to Xiong Er: "Brother Xiong, is it fixed?"

Xiong Er also hurriedly changed the topic, took the screwdriver and patted his chest and said: "It will be ready soon! Seeing that you are not as old as me, I will ask you, Brother Xiong, for help if you need help. As long as I can help, I will do my best." Go all the way, a good neighbor is half a relative!"

At first he finally got to the point, but was dragged away by Xiong Er again, and Ji Liang's face darkened. He didn't have the courage to turn around to look at Song Wei's face, and he froze, only to hear Song Wei behind him supplement in an undulating voice. Said: "I am 38 this year."

Then Jiliang desperately used his imagination to imagine what Song Wei's expression would look like when he said this sentence...

Xiong Er, who was working hard to repair the water pipe, also opened his mouth wide, and pointed the screwdriver in Song Wei's direction in disbelief: "Impossible! Don't lie to me, you don't look like a person in your 30s or [-]s?! Look It's actually younger than me! Wouldn't Xiao Liang's age be your son!"

It’s okay if he doesn’t say anything, as soon as he speaks, Ji Liang’s heart is immediately involved... What I once wanted so much to find a chance to say to Song Wei, but today it was said out loud on such a ridiculous occasion, and it was by someone who only knew each other. One day when the neighbors said it, Ji Liang didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck for him to meet someone like Xiong Er, and he was very disturbed.

On the other hand, Song Wei obviously didn't take what Xiong Er said to heart. The exaggeration was that he followed Xiong Er's words and went back to the living room to save trouble. I didn't come back to God for a long time.

Song Wei said, "He is my son."

The tone without any tone at all, the face without any expression at all, but it can cause an uproar in the already cold heart.

"It's the first time I've seen a father and son get along like this..." Xiong Er muttered in a low voice.

Ji Liang looked at Xiong Er speechless.

I spent it all until this afternoon, it was cold and I still felt a bit out of my mind, but fortunately, the afternoon was not wasted, and Xiong Er did not work in vain. The water pipe under the pool was finally repaired, and the ground that seeped water all over the place was also dry It's almost there, after Ji Liang sends Xiong Er away, what Song Wei said is still playing back in his ears.

Song Wei has been staring at the computer in the small living room for a long time without moving. Ji Liang can only see the news of the stock market and Song's company on the screen from the side, and there are many things he can't understand. He dare not disturb Song was working, so he fell asleep at the table, thinking about what to cook for dinner, and then his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he didn't know when he fell asleep.

When he was in a daze, Ji Liang felt as if he had eyes looking at him. It was the feeling of being closely watched. Ji Liang didn't feel uncomfortable, but had the opposite feeling, but it only lasted for a few days. In a matter of minutes, the feeling is gone.

Jiliang was woken up by the night wind. When he opened his eyes, he found that it was already dark. He hurriedly sat up, only to realize that his weight was wrong. He looked down and saw a suit jacket on his shoulders, and then turned his head. Looking around, there was no figure of Song Wei in the room at all, and the laptop was placed on the table in a closed state.

Ji Liang had the urge to hit himself on the head with a hammer a few times, but he actually fell asleep in front of Song Wei, and he didn't know who should protect anyone. Whatever happened, even if he died ten times, it would not be enough to pay for this mistake.

There was no one in the bedroom, and there was no one in the small rooms either, because Song Wei had changed his phone, and Ji Liang didn't know his phone number, so he could only open the door to go out to find someone. When the door opened, he saw Song Wei was standing in the corridor under the stairs smoking a cigarette, as if he was still on the phone, Ji Liang breathed a sigh of relief.

Standing at the door, looking in Song Wei's direction, Ji Liang could only vaguely hear a few words: "Keep an eye on them, release the news, and wait for the rest of the month."

"...No need, one person is enough... Take care of your own people."

Then he said a few more words, Song Wei hung up the phone, Ji Liang saw that Song Wei also put out the cigarette in his hand, and then turned and went upstairs.

"Mr. Song... I'll cook first, what do you want to eat?"

Jiliang stood at the door with her head down and asked, still feeling embarrassed about falling asleep...

Song Wei hummed, and then said, "Anything you want."

After two words, Ji Liang went back to the kitchen in a tangled state, while cooking, he was absent-mindedly thinking about what Song Wei was thinking.

On the dining table, Ji Liang was eating in small bites, he looked up at Song Wei who was also eating, thinking of the coat he was wearing when he woke up just now, and recalling what Song Wei said in the afternoon, Ji Liang couldn't bear it anymore Zhu asked directly and a little tactfully: "Mr. Song, if you say that you are father and son in the afternoon, you want to use this relationship... for half a month?"

Ji Liang saw that Song Wei's hand paused obviously, and then returned to normal: "Yes."

Song Wei just hummed for a moment, and the little flame that had ignited in Ji Liang's heart was extinguished immediately, but Ji Liang knew that he was also whimsical now, and the Song family was in an accident, so there was no time to think about these trivial things, Green Stone We still have to wait a little longer to talk about it.

I don’t feel the taste of the food I ate for dinner, and I feel a little downcast when the dishes are cold after washing, and I feel empty in my head...

But this feeling didn't last long before Ji Liang was hit by another round of headaches.

There is no doubt that it is a matter of sleep.

After a discussion in the morning, it was already confirmed that Song Wei slept in the bed and Song Wei slept outside. After a quick wash, it was already cold, and he didn't dare to look at Song Wei at all, lying on the bed tightly against the wall.

This is the first time in Ji Liang's life, except that he slept on the same bed with his grandma when he was a child, now it can be said that it is the first time he has slept in the same bed with someone else, and it is Song Wei, a person who has no clear relationship with him, Ji Liang's heart He was so nervous, he didn't have the wit at all when he was sleeping with Zheng Qing, and there was only a puddle of mud in his head.

The more nervous people are, the more likely they are to make mistakes. This sentence is true.

It can be said that he was too tense and cold, and his stiff body went straight up and down. He had to move his arms and legs a little bit. As you can imagine, the bed was still a bit small, and his legs accidentally touched the heat source next to him... Nervous condition Reflexively wanting to stretch his legs back was already cold, but his body was stiff and motionless.

Then the scene in the quilt changed, the already cold leg was tightly pressed against the side of Song Wei's lower abdomen, and he didn't dare to move.