let loose

Song Mian broke out in a little sweat after messing around. The heating in the north was too dry, so he couldn't get used to it.

Jiang Zhou called the customer service to bring up some supper, and it was already late at night when everything was finished.Song Mian ran for a day, got into planes, got into fights, got into trouble, and exhausted most of her energy at night, she was almost paralyzed from exhaustion.

The pointer turned to one point, and it had been six or ten minutes since Jiang Zhou's birthday. Song Mian hastily took out the gift box: "Brother, happy birthday."

The gift was very ordinary, it was an ordinary earring, just a pair with the one on his ear.His is the star, Jiang Zhou's is the moon.

Jiang Zhou didn't have pierced ears, so he gesticulated with the earring on Song Mian's other earlobe, clicked his tongue, and said that the moon one looked good on him.

Song Mian just laughed, and went to snatch the velvet box in his hand with a smile, pushing her head against his belly.

Both of them are not people who care about form, and their birthday is also an ordinary day, which is no different from the usual "everyday", and there is no need to spend time on special commemoration.

"You are not allowed to make any claims in the future."

Jiang Zhou grabbed Song Mian's hand and rubbed his fingers around the tape measure.He stared at the tattoo for a while, opened and closed his lips several times, and finally spit out this sentence.

The winter vacation has only been 23 days.

23 days.

Beijing was sunny for five days, cloudy for eight days, and the rest was sleet.He didn't know about this at first, but it was Song Mian who talked about it in the video every day, saying that the weather forecast said it.

Song Mian said that he just listened. As for whether the weather forecast is accurate or not, he didn't really care, so he didn't know whether the sun would be out for five days or not.It's as if he didn't know that Song Mian secretly got a tattoo without telling him.

That tattoo, the little pattern, that little black patch, the childish stick figure, is him.It was Song Mian's imprint carved on his body, vaguely, about him.

"Isn't it good-looking?" Song Mian turned her forearm, "I think it's pretty cool. I wanted to tattoo your name at first, but after thinking about it, it's too straightforward and shameless."

"Does it hurt?"

Jiang Zhou's eyelashes were thick and long, and a short shadow passed under the light and shadow.

"It's okay, it's like an ant bite..." Song Mian shook her legs absently, glanced at Jiang Zhou, and changed her voice: "It hurts, the master said that anesthesia will affect the final effect, I didn't even take anesthesia .”

Song Mian couldn't bear the pain, even the slightest wound could groan out of the [-]th bend of Shoushan Road.Jiang Zhou rubbed his fingertips on the tape measure, but he didn't respond. The originally cold leather bracelet was warmed by him.

"Who are those two people who went to the bureau with you today?"

After a while, Song Mian thought of the blond man he saw at the police station during the day, but he forgot what he looked like, but he remembered the long flowing hair, who was flirtatious.

"My brother." Jiang Zhou said.

Facing Song Mian's puzzled expression, he briefly explained: "Both are, one is a relative and the other is a cousin."

"Which one is your brother?" Song Mian lay lazily on his back, with his face leaning against the pillow, very relaxed: "The one with the longer hair or the taller one?"

"The one in the suit." Jiang Zhou followed and lay down.

"I don't think you look like any of them," Song Mian recalled which one was wearing a suit, but unfortunately he didn't match the number.He touched Jiang Zhou's nose with his lips, and said, "You look better than your brother, is this a genetic mutation?"

There were two pillows on this bed, Song Mian pulled the other one on his back and squeezed it against the wall.They were leaning on a pillow, their heads were very close to each other, and their hot breath floated in their ears when they spoke.

Song Mian spoke quickly, the tip of her tongue was faintly visible in her red lips, the heat swept slowly across her face, and Jiang Zhou's throat suddenly became dry.

Concentrating on walking away, he quickly glanced down at him, pulled up the quilt to cover him, and said, "Dialectics and metaphysics..."

Song Mian who was about to reach out and gesture: "..."

Early the next morning, Song Mian went to the airport shivering wrapped in a cotton jacket.

When he left the hotel, he caught a glimpse of a low-key silver-gray Bentley at the gate, and when he noticed his sizing up, the man sitting by the window in the back of the car cast his eyes on him indifferently.

His face is expressionless, and the corners of his mouth are slightly bent downwards, giving him a cold and hard look.Song Mian didn't think much, and got into the taxi with Jiang Zhou one after the other.

On New Year's Eve, the Capital Airport was still crowded with people, and the waiting hall was overcrowded, which can be said to be overwhelming.

The female voice who announces the flight in the hall is uninterrupted, and the correct Mandarin is mixed with the native dialect of the people passing by.

The large display screen scrolled and played flight information, pedestrians stopped and walked, and the escalator was so crowded that three people stood side by side in a row.

In order to be able to spend more time with Jiang Zhou, Song Mian didn't enter the waiting room, and pulled people to chat with her neck shrunk at the security checkpoint.

"Winter vacation homework according to the progress I said," Jiang Zhou urged all the way: "Keep those who don't know math, or send me WeChat directly."

Since the two places were separated after the holiday, Jiang Zhou's WeChat has also become active. The main chat object is this boyfriend who is not good at academics, and the main chat content is also related to study.

There is a long list of chat records, and one or two intrusive expressions are occasionally mixed in the dense problem-solving ideas, whether it is intentional or unintentional (smiling).

"It's not just mathematics." Song Mian tilted her body and rubbed his shoulder, muttering, "Why don't you just pack me up and send you WeChat, and harass you every day."

The nape of the neck was itchy with messy head burrs, Jiang Zhou smiled: "It's useless to be talkative, I want to check when school starts."

"……Oh."

Song Mian entered the waiting hall late, and the VIP seats were long gone.The New Year's Eve station is usually crowded with a large group of wanderers who are eager to return home, and everyone's face can't be concealed, overflowing with joy.

Song Mian shrank herself in a corner, hiding her whole face under the brim of her hat and mask.Originally, he thought he was dressed in a reserved manner, but he did not expect to attract two blushing girls asking for a group photo. The excitement between the words made Song Mian realize that he regarded him as some kind of star.

So he huddled on the edge of the iron chair in a more low-key manner, seeing that there was still half an hour before boarding the plane, and played for a while.

Tuk Tuk-

A long wooden stick hit the ground, right at the end of Song Mian's eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked up subconsciously, and saw a thin, messy-haired man standing in front of him leaning on a cane, hunched over, She also married a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of her nose.

Song Mian saw a sign hanging on his neck, which read:

Dedication of love, love in the world!

Due to the poverty of my family, I cannot afford to send my children to school, and there is an 80-year-old bedridden old man at home. I hope all kind-hearted people can help me.

The signature is written big: Thank you!

While he was trying his best to read the words on the signboard, the man had already put his crutches aside, released the other hand hidden in his arms, and held a small iron bowl in his hand, which contained several old pictures that were too old to see clearly. illustration of one dollar banknotes.

Song Mian: "..."

Glancing around from the corner of the eye, he found that many people around him were looking at him with sympathy or gloating.

It's not that I haven't encountered this kind of situation before. Some of them are true and some are false. It's hard to distinguish between true and false. Nowadays, more and more people are lazy and hope to get something for nothing. Song Mian often varies from person to person.Those who are a little older usually give it, regardless of whether it is true or not.Ignore the young ones at all, and starve to death with hands and feet.

So he shook his phone calmly: "Sorry, I don't have any cash with me."

Unexpectedly, the man nodded after hearing this, then put the iron bowl aside more calmly than him, and took out two cardboard shells from his inner coat.

Song Mian lowered her head, swiped at the phone screen, and was touched by the man on the shoulder.He clicked his tongue irritably, turned his head, and flashed two payment codes in front of his eyes, one from WeChat and one from Alipay.

"..." He is quite skilled in business.

Song Mian opened Alipay calmly under the gaze of the man hiding behind the sunglasses.

The Alipay payment code moved closer to him in an instant.

Song Mian rolled his eyes inwardly, and his phone shook violently, someone on WeChat called him into a group chat.But now he doesn't have time to pay attention to this, he opened the scan first, and calmly scanned the QR code that almost poked his eyeball.

A few seconds later, a sweet female voice sounded from a corner of the noisy hall:

"Alipay received 0.1 yuan."

Song Mian grabbed the hoodie and capped it on. Ignoring anyone's possible reaction, she turned around to show everyone her back, and lowered her head to look at her phone.

In WeChat, Xinla’s group chat was initiated by his father. There are only three members in the group, and the group name is "Happy Song".

Song Lilian is still talking to him in the group:

[Old Song: ÷: Comrade Xiao Song, change the note, come to the airport later in the afternoon, let Xiao Tang take you over, let's go to the supermarket to see a fish first. ]