Don't raise green tea to attack the best actor as a stand-in

Insufficient balance?

Song Ran was taken aback for a moment, he only ordered takeaways worth more than [-] yuan just now, why is the balance insufficient?Even the most ordinary salary earners have at least [-] to [-] credit card limits, right?Is there something wrong with the banking system?

He couldn't figure it out, so he had to place another order. This time he carefully ordered only fried chicken cutlet and pearl milk tea, which totaled 29 yuan, and finally placed the order successfully.

After ordering takeaway, Song Ran put down her phone and started wandering around the house, trying to understand the life of the original owner.

This house is decorated in the eighties and 90s, with ocher-red rustic solid wood furniture, a yellowed landscape calendar hanging on the wall, a thick layer of dust on the terrazzo floor, and a pile of old coffee tables on the coffee table. The takeaway boxes and empty wine bottles gave off a foul smell.

"In this way, I wasn't too sloppy before." Song Ran touched his chin.

The living room only has coffee table, sofa and an old TV. One of the two bedrooms is locked and the other is in a mess. After half an hour of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, Song Ran finally found a dusty mooncake box from under the bed. Inside was a large Stack of documents: ID card, real estate certificate, household registration booklet, graduation certificate, salary slip...everything.

"Found it!" Song Ran was overjoyed, pulled a cushion and sat on the floor, slowly flipping through the stack of documents.

The young man on the ID card stared blankly at the camera, with a bunch of hair raised on his forehead, looking silly, with the words "Song Xiaoran" written next to him, a native of Jiangcheng, aged 22.

"Song Xiaoran? Dude, there's only one character difference between us." Song Ran raised his eyebrows. Could it be because of this reason that King Yan Luo accidentally hooked up the wrong soul?

He threw the ID card aside casually, and continued to look at other IDs. After half an hour, he found out most of the situation.

Song Xiaoran's fate was not good. His father was a small contractor. During the construction, he fell off the scaffolding and broke his neck. His mother was so sad that she jumped off the building. At that time, Song Xiaoran had just entered high school, and this resettlement house was his parents' inheritance.

After the death of his parents, Song Xiaoran's grades plummeted, and he only got a bad college entrance examination. After graduation, he found a company to work in a daze. The monthly basic salary was 5000 yuan. Although there were quarterly bonuses and year-end bonuses, he never got them. , He seemed to be preparing to upgrade his undergraduate degree before, but for some reason, he gave up half a year ago.

Song Ran soon understood why - at the bottom of the stack of documents was a large stack of credit card bills.

Thinking of the "insufficient balance" bank text message just now, Song Ran suddenly realized a serious problem, and hurriedly flipped through the stack of bills carefully.

"Limited edition men's perfume, limited edition sunglasses, crocodile leather wallet, platinum cufflinks... What did Song Xiaoran buy these things for?" Song Ran flipped through the bill and frowned deeply.

Song Xiaoran seems to be very obsessed with a certain Italian brand, and spent a lot of money to buy things of this brand. In all fairness, this brand is really good, with low-key design and strong practicality. Song Ran also likes it very much. When he was the president, he was very busy and was too lazy to Spend time choosing clothes, hats, shoes and socks, and basically buy this brand on a regular basis. Many suitors have discovered this and often give him gifts of this brand, and even secretly stuff them in his drawers.

But this brand is not cheap, a wallet costs [-] to [-] yuan, which is too expensive for an ordinary salaryman like Song Xiaoran.

Moreover, when I was rummaging through boxes and cabinets just now, I didn't see any wallet, perfume and cufflinks. Could it be that they were sold off?

Song Ran couldn't figure it out, so he continued to flip through the bill, looking at it, his brows furrowed deeper: "Wine?"

More than half a year ago, almost when he was in a car accident, Song Xiaoran finally stopped his stupid behavior of buying luxury goods crazily, and started drinking heavily instead.The wine he bought was just ordinary cheap baijiu, but the quantity he bought was astonishing. Almost all of them were bought in whole boxes, and he could drink one box in a few days, which was simply a desperate way to drink.

"Oh, so it turns out...it's a pity to be so young." After flipping through all the bills, Song Ran roughly guessed what was going on, and couldn't help but sigh.

According to these bills, Song Xiaoran became obsessed with a certain Italian luxury brand. In just over a year, he maxed out seven credit cards and owed the bank a total of 40. Sorrow, drunk to death in the bathtub.

"Using an old mobile phone from a few years ago, living in the 80s, buying luxury goods with a credit card... Dude, what do you think you're trying to do? It's not worth it." Song Ran sighed, consumerism kills people.

After thinking about it, he became worried again. Song Xiaoran owed the bank 40 yuan. This amount of money was nothing to his past self, but it was a huge sum of money to his present self.

This old house can be sold for one million and 80, but this is the only inheritance left by Song Xiaoran's parents. Song Xiaoran would rather drink away his worries than sell the house, which shows that he has a lot of affection for this house. Since he has taken over In his life, at least this house should be reserved for him.

But if you don't sell the house, where will you get the money?

Song Ran rubbed his temples with a headache. He has never paid much attention to money, thinking it is just a book number, but now he can't help but start to miss his unlimited black cards, stocks, bonds, large deposit certificates, and unregistered Gold bars... But those things are stored in the safe of the Song family villa, and the financial account can no longer be used. If the police suspects it, it will be troublesome. After all, he has become a "vegetative".

Song Ran was thinking wildly while waiting for the takeaway. Seeing that it was almost dark, he was so hungry that his chest was stuck to his back, and the takeaway hadn't arrived yet.

He suddenly remembered that he had left his phone in the living room outside, and hurried out to find it, only to find that there were two missed calls and a text message: "Hi, I'm delivering food, I called you just now and you didn't answer, I left the takeaway at your door."

Song Ran was so hungry that she hurriedly opened the door to get takeaway.

Opening the old anti-theft door, there is a narrow stairwell outside, which is dark and dark, with many cardboard boxes and other rags piled up, but there is no takeaway.

Song Ran glanced around suspiciously, and suddenly caught something out of the corner of his eye, bent down and picked up a small card: "Jiajia Fried Chicken Restaurant?"

It was a palm-sized card with the phone number and special snacks of the fried chicken shop printed on it. This kind of small card is usually pasted on the take-out packaging bag. From this point of view, the take-out was indeed delivered, but someone sent his take-out stole.

Song Ran squinted his eyes. Chunjiang Community is an old community, and the 601 he lives in is the top floor. Stealing takeaways is usually done by hand. Except for the delivery boy, who else would go to the top floor?

Song Ran raised his head and looked at the opposite side. On the opposite side was a liver-colored anti-theft door, with a few tacky pink cards crookedly pasted on it, all of which were "Jade Finger Massage", "Thai-style Oil Pushing", "Ecstasy and Ecstasy" some type of.

Song Ran stared at the little cards expressionlessly. From this point of view, the neighbor across the door is... Lou Feng?

The so-called "Loufeng" are the prostitutes in the residential buildings. They use the name of massage and massage, but they are actually engaged in prostitution. They usually have a very close relationship with local gangsters and bullies. Ordinary people are not willing to provoke them .

The hungry Song Ran only struggled for two seconds, between "calm things up" and "defend the takeaway", resolutely chose to defend the takeaway - that was the last credit card he maxed out, the fried chicken cutlet and Pearl milk tea!

"Bang bang bang! Is anyone there? Is anyone home?"

He knocked for a full 2 ​​minutes, and the liver-colored anti-theft door was finally pulled open, and then a sharp female soprano said: "Which dead ghost is knocking on the door? Are you rushing to reincarnate?! Damn it!" Bitch, fuck your mother..."

Song Ran couldn't get in his mouth at all, so he could only stare at the foaming woman in front of him speechlessly, waiting for her to finish cursing.

In such a cold weather, the woman only wore a tulle pajamas, most of her white breasts were exposed, her two thin lips were painted blood red, and her eyelashes were brushed like flies' legs. She should be only 37 At the age of eight, she looks fairly pretty, but the years of skin and flesh business make her look almost like a middle-aged milf in her 40s.

The woman scolded for a while, and when she saw that the other party didn't reply, she said angrily, "What, you're dumb? My mother is doing business, what the hell are you knocking on? Damn, you're crazy."

Song Ran took a deep breath and tried to be polite: "Sister, I lost the takeaway, have you seen it?"

The woman's eyes widened, as if she was very uncomfortable with the simple word "big sister", but she didn't know what to say, so she spat hard after a long while: "Bah! My mother was doing business just now, who the hell has seen it?" Your takeaway? Are you fucking insane? If that little bastard steals your takeaway, you go to the rooftop to look for him, even if you beat him to death, I don’t care if you beat him to death. ..."

Little bastard?Song Ran raised his eyebrows, and said clearly: "Did your son steal it?"

The woman choked and glared at Song Ran viciously, as if she was about to spit again. At this moment, a middle-aged man's impatient voice came from inside: "Xiaofeng, what are you doing outside? Why are you still talking?" Not coming in?"

The woman rolled her eyes and cursed in a low voice: "The old bastard who shoots in seconds, fuck his old mother."

Then she slammed the liver-colored anti-theft door hard with a "bang!".

Song Ran stood outside the door, the tip of her nose was only two millimeters away from the thigh of the beautiful woman on the "Jade Finger Massage" card on the security door, almost disfigured.

He shook his head dumbfounded, and then remembered what the woman said, "If that little bastard steals your takeaway, you should go to the rooftop to look for him", squinted his eyes, turned around and walked to the rooftop.

In this kind of old-fashioned residential building in the 80s, the stairs on the top floor lead directly to the roof. When you push open a red and rusty iron door, you will see a large mess of illegal structures. The roof seems to be used by the residents as a warehouse. It was a mess of tatters, and a few crows on the railing screamed "Wow".

Song Ran took a deep breath, and there was indeed a faint smell of fried chicken in the evening wind. He knew it, and walked towards a shack that was built illegally.

The hut was built randomly with several large pieces of cast iron, and it was shaky on all sides. A shiny black linoleum barely acted as a door curtain. Song Ran smelled the smell of fried chicken from inside, and lifted the curtain.

A thin figure suddenly raised his head: "Who?!"

The afterglow of the setting sun shone in, reflecting a touch of golden red in the messy and narrow hut. With this warm afterglow, Song Ran could see the other person's face clearly without any effort.

He was taken aback for a moment, surprised in his heart: "You..."

Different from the tattooed gangster that Song Ran imagined, he was a thin boy about twelve or thirteen years old. At this moment, he was like a frightened little wolf cub, staring at Song Ran fiercely and defensively. His amber almond eyes were frighteningly bright, and his greasy, dirty thin fingers were tightly clutching the brown paper bag for takeout, which he hadn't had time to open.

What surprised Song Ran was that this young man looked eighty-nine points similar to him when he was a child, especially those beautiful almond eyes, the eyes were extremely light amber, and the tails of the eyes were slightly raised, which was almost the same as when he was a child. I am exactly the same!If Song Ran's father hadn't died young, he would have suspected that his father had given birth to a younger brother for him outside.

so similar.

Looking at this face, Song Ran felt a sense of intimacy in his heart, and couldn't help but look at the other party more carefully. The other party looked back at him very vigilantly. At this moment, Song Ran's stomach suddenly let out a loud "gurg ——” with a sound.

Song Ran: "..." It's embarrassing.

The boy blinked, his amber eyes suddenly rolled around, and then slowly lowered his eyes, his thin fingers holding the takeaway bag tightened slightly, with a look of reluctance.

While showing a reluctant expression, he pursed his lips vigorously, as if he had made up his mind, gritted his teeth and handed the takeaway bag to Song Ran, and said in a low voice, "Are you the brother of the 601 opposite door? We have met before... ...Are you hungry? I found this takeaway in the stairwell, do you want to eat it?"

Song Ran didn't answer, he was startled by the speed of the kid's face-changing, from the fierce and vigilant little wolf cub to the lovely and pitiful little white lotus, the whole process only took a second, and the expression levels are still very rich, it's a pity not to become an actor .

Seeing that he refused to pick it up, the young man carefully handed the takeaway bag forward, and timidly said: "I'm not very hungry, really, brother, you can eat."

After he finished speaking, he smiled shyly. His lips are typical smiling cat lips, and there is a small pear dimple at the left corner of his mouth. He smiles sweetly, and with his thin and dirty face, he is really sensible. So sad, so pitiful and so cute.

If Song Ran hadn't seen his fierce and defensive look at the beginning, he might have really thought that he "picked up" the takeaway.

Song Ran couldn't laugh or cry, this little bastard obviously stole his takeaway, and pretended to be a little white lotus, trying to win his sympathy, if he was really an ordinary young man in his early twenties, facing such a Poor, sensible and kind-hearted child, nine times out of ten, he will spontaneously feel a sense of the Virgin, so forget it.

But Song Ran is not an ordinary young man. He is a poor man who is so hungry that his chest sticks to his back. The extra sympathy was given to the brat, even if the brat looked like him when he was a child, he was still a brat stealing takeaway.

Seeing that Song Ran didn't answer for a long time, the young man asked suspiciously, "Brother, what's the matter? Are you not hungry?"

Song Ran raised his eyebrows, and deliberately asked: "What about you? Are you not hungry?"

The boy lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly: "It's okay, I'm actually not very hungry, brother, you can eat."

"..." Looking at his cute and pitiful little white flower who pretended to be strong, Song Ran suddenly wanted to laugh. He tried his best to hold back the smile, and asked softly, "Did you really pick up this takeaway?" ?”

"Well, I saw it in the stairwell when I got home. No one seemed to take it, so I took it away. Brother, don't worry, I haven't touched it, it's clean, I... I'm really not hungry." The teenager Looking up at him, her amber eyes were moist.

Song Ran showed sympathy, and sighed softly: "It's so late, alas, otherwise, this takeaway would be..."

Listening to Song Ran's words, the young man's eyes showed an imperceptible smug smile, but he quickly suppressed it, and only pursed his lips, looking at Song Ran timidly.

Song Ran paused, pinched the corner of the delivery bag with his slender fingers, pulled the bag out of the boy's hand without hesitation, and then showed an extremely hateful smile: "Give it back to brother."

The smile in the boy's eyes froze.

Song Ran felt like teasing kittens and puppies. He secretly laughed so hard that his stomach ached. While admiring the boy's frozen expression with great interest, he took out a piece of fried chicken cutlet from his bag, took a big bite, and swallowed. He said vaguely, "Well, it smells so good."

The boy stared at him in disbelief, his mind went blank, what the hell is going on with this guy?Why did you really take the takeaway away?He acted so hard, pretended to be so pitiful, his heart had softened just now, and he was about to give him the takeaway...

Fuck, he's playing himself!

However, it has been more than half a year since that stinky woman moved here with her, and occasionally she would run into this person at the opposite door. He didn't respond like an idiot, why did he suddenly come to the door today to ask his teacher, and deliberately played himself?Damn it!

Song Ran raised the fried chicken cutlet in Yang's hand: "Little guy, let's go."

While eating fried chicken cutlet happily, he hummed an out-of-key tune and walked towards the stairs, he could almost feel the burning hate eyes of the brat behind him.

Song Ran slightly raised the corners of her lips, and turned her head suddenly: "Hello!"

The young man was taken aback for a moment, quickly lowered his eyes, concealed his resentful eyes, and whispered shyly, "Brother, what's the matter?"

"How old are you?"

"Almost fourteen."

He's almost fourteen, and looks about twelve or thirteen years old. He must be malnourished, after all, he has such a bad mother.Song Ran said thoughtfully: "It's almost fourteen, I really can't tell... Well, in a few years, when you grow up, life will be easier."

The young man froze for a moment, and said involuntarily, "Really?"

Song Ran took it for granted, "You'll get used to it when you grow up. Life is such a fucking thing. It's always ups and downs."

"..." The boy stared at him, as if looking at a psychopath.

"Goodbye, little guy. By the way, this is for you to fill your stomach." Song Ran smiled, took out a small box of fried dumplings from the merchant from the bag, threw it to the boy, and then turned and walked towards the stairs.

The boy caught the fried dumpling, and after a moment of silence, he quickly put on a smile and said sweetly, "Thank you brother, goodbye brother."

Song Ran didn't look back, she just waved her hand.

He gnawed on the fried chicken chops and walked downstairs, sighing secretly in his heart, this little boy is so good at acting at such a young age, and he looks so similar to himself when he was young, he looks very smart, although his background is really bad, but in the future There will definitely be something.

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang hysterically: "I will love you even if you die—"