Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

"Gu Changxi came to live in your house!?" Xing Ce was so frightened that he couldn't stutter, "Why do you always think that you are not going to die quickly?"

"You don't think you're going to die quickly. Changxi was originally a child in my family, and it's only natural to live in my house now." Jiang Song took a golden leaf in his mouth, and lit it slowly.

Thin white smoke drifted from the bright red tip of the cigarette.

"There are so many of them, how old are you still young?" Xing Ce frowned at him, "Jiang Song, I've known you for almost a lifetime, don't, don't have any wrong thoughts."

"What's wrong with me?" Jiang Song laughed, "I don't look like a good person? Do you want to attack Xiao Changxi?"

"Small... don't, don't misinterpret me, you know what I mean." Xing Ce's face was serious, "Are you just thinking about something?"

"Huh?" Jiang Song crossed Erlang's legs, imitating his speech, "Blind, what are you thinking about?"

Xing Ce snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, "You'd better not, don't think about throwing all the house and property to that surname Gu, one, one and one."

Jiang Song slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth, "Is it all over?"

"Am I so fragile in your heart?" He leaned back in a nonchalant manner, "What you said is too outrageous."

"Stop calling, interrupting, you have a criminal record!" Xing Ce bluntly tapped the table twice.

Remembering what he was talking about, Jiang Song smiled and shook his head, "Who hasn't made a few wills in his life? Now anyone with a little money has to be on guard. Who knows which will come first tomorrow or the accident?" Yes. And what year is the rotten grain, you have to dig it out and talk about it.”

Xing Ce got angry when he saw his life-or-death look, "You know what you think, but Jiang, Jiang Song, you have to know that those who care about you don't care about your things, pictures, pictures You are the person who ordered something, are you worth leaving something for them?"

"Xing Ce," Jiang Song looked at him in surprise, "Do you really think that I'm going to die, so you made a special tongue twister for me?"

"You are really not welcome!" Xing Ce scratched his head and laughed angrily, "If you are such a disaster, if you survive a catastrophe, you deserve to live!"

"You guys, don't keep thinking about it." Jiang Song looked at his watch, "Changxi is coming back soon, let me make some food, let's eat together?"

"I don't, I don't like to see him. The yellow eyeballs and knives go out all day long like knives. When I see that wolf cub, my eyes hurt..." Xing Ce muttered, "You go to my house for dinner. ? My family steamed the buns at night, and the three delicacies. If you want to go, call me quickly. If you call back, they won’t be allowed to put them in, but let’s put leeks in.”

Jiang Song patted him on the shoulder, "Thank you brother, but I have to wait for Changxi to come back, he can't open the door by himself."

Xing Ce was confused again, "Didn't you tell him the password? Also, did the surname Gu trick you on purpose?"

"He doesn't want to know the password," Jiang Song shrugged. "I said to give him a fingerprint, but he refused. He also said that I have to open the door for him at home. If there is no one at home when he comes back, he will set fire to the house." Burned."

His tone of voice was extremely relaxed, as if he was talking about something very commonplace.

"..." Xing Ce looked as if he needed to inhale oxygen.

Jiang Song came up with a coup for both ends, "Why don't you wait at my house for a while? Then I will take Changxi to your house for dinner. It's not like he hasn't been there before."

Xing Ce was completely convinced, and his voice was a little weak, "Yes, he has been there, but at that time, he was only a teenager. If you let him go east, he will not go west. Now? You let He is afraid that if he goes east, he will knock a hole in the Nantian Gate."

Jiang Song laughed tremblingly, "He is quite promising."

"No, I'm not good enough without you. I'm a gold-medal farmer." Xing Ce was still afraid of Gu Changxi. He sat there for a while, left a file bag for Jiang Song, and left.

After the house was cleaned up, Jiang Song carried the file bag into the study on the second floor.

Unlike the room on the first floor where paintings and calligraphy are placed, this study room contains many documents and old trophies and certificates.

Almost all of Jiang's father's things were stuffed to the brim, and they hadn't been moved for many years, and they were wiped clean.

Not long after Jiang Song was born, his mother died of illness, and only his father took care of him since he was a child.

Speaking of caring, Jiang's father was in his 40s when Jiang Song was born, and he was usually busy with business, so he rarely had the opportunity to enhance the relationship between father and son.

But his father seemed to be taking care of him all the time, and every step Jiang Song took seemed to be drawn by comparison with a compass and ruler.

Jiang Song loves and is good at both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. At first, his father refused to let him go to the chess club, and he obediently obeyed. Later, he was not allowed to practice pipa and erhu.

But for the two things of calligraphy and painting, Jiang Song often argued with his father. He was the most impatient when he was a teenager, and he was slapped several times when he spoke rudely.

So when Jiang Song proposed to be Gu Changxi's guardian, he thought his father would strongly oppose it.

His schoolwork is very tight, and he has to go to the company three days a week, no different from a spinning top.

He still remembered that the sun was fine that day, and his father was reading a contract with reading glasses on, smoking a tortoiseshell pipe.

"Dad, do you remember Changxi?" Jiang Song knew that no amount of turning would be beneficial, so he went straight to the point.

Father Jiang looked at him from above the glasses, "Remember, Mr. Gu's grandson! You have been digging through dictionaries for three days to come up with names for him."

"The teacher passed away." Just saying this sentence, Jiang Song's eye sockets swelled.

Father Jiang put down the contract in his hand, took off his glasses and looked at him, "When did it happen?"

"At the beginning of this month." Jiang Song said in a low voice: "Changxi is still young, and the only relative is the teacher. I want to take him home."

Jiang's father frowned, showing some disapproval, "If I remember correctly, the child is only about ten years old, I can pay for it, and I will bear all his food and expenses, but if you mean adoption, I don't need more sons."

"No," Jiang Song shook his head and denied, "It's just that I, as his legal guardian, Changxi came to live in our house, and I will take care of him alone."

"You?" Jiang's father frowned even tighter. "It takes a lot of effort to take care of a person, especially such a small child. Do you have so much time and thought now?"

Jiang Song was a little impatient, and tried his best to fight, "Dad, Changxi's parents passed away when he was very young, and now the teacher has also passed away. I watched him be born and grow up. I can't send him to a welfare institution. "

As soon as he closes his eyes now, he can think of the milky little Douding holding his fingers and eating non-stop, and he can't tell the difference between "brother" and "uncle", and it will become "Song Song" in a while.

"Song'er, you have to understand," Father Jiang took a sip from his pipe, "It's not enough to rely on a compassionate heart to live in this world."

The young Jiang Song stood in this study room, clenched his hands into fists, the tears in his eyes could hardly be held back.

The air in the room was a little stagnant, and in the end Father Jiang spoke first, "It's not impossible if you want to keep him. If you must take Gu Changxi in, I won't interfere or take responsibility for everything he does with you. , but I have only one request for you: You must be careful and don't let him hate you."

At that time, Jiang Song still couldn't comprehend the reason for "hate" in Jiang's father's words, so he just agreed with red lips and white teeth: "I can do it."

As promised, Jiang's father never interfered with Gu Changxi's affairs with Jiang Song after he got home.

The outside world only thought that the Jiang family and the Gu family had a deep friendship, and for a while the "adoption" became the focus of filming the Jiang family's horses: righteousness is worthless, and no return is expected.

The whole Beijing circle knows that the Jiang family loves Gu Changxi just like a top person, let him stay with Jiang Song for food and drink, give him the best education, and Jiang Song personally picks up the car every day.

So when Jiang's father passed away, Jiang Song resolutely sent Gu Changxi away, and there was another uproar: Sure enough, Gu Changzhen was deceived by Jiang Lao.

Jiang Song looked up at the bookcase.

On the top of the bookcase is a group photo, Father Jiang, Jiang Song and Gu Changxi standing side by side.

Jiang's father was old and strong, and he couldn't tell that he was nearly seventy. He put his hands on Jiang Song's shoulders and laughed heartily at the camera.

Gu Changxi is 16 years old, slightly taller than Jiang Song, with a faint smile on his face, and a kind of calmness that does not match his age.

He wrapped one hand around Jiang Song's waist, as if protecting and possessing.

Between the two stood 24-year-old Jiang Song.

The pure black silk shirt exposed his beautiful Adam's apple and collarbone, and his translucent skin reflected like a diamond in the sun.

His figure is as tall and straight as a poplar tree, and the youthful vigor on his body is stronger than that of Gu Changxi beside him.

Although he is eight years older than Gu Changzhen, it seems that he is the youngest and most favored child in this family.

That was the happiest day in Jiang Song's life. Although he was so busy, as long as important people were by his side, it seemed that the whole world revolved around him.

Father Jiang had an accident not long after this photo was taken.

Standing on the bustling street, Jiang Song looked at the blurred blood splatter on the ground, and quietly listened to the police telling him that it was Gao Chuan.

Jiang Song repeatedly confirmed with the police when recording his statement: My father has no malignant or chronic diseases, has not expressed any tendency to commit suicide, has no early symptoms of Alzheimer's disease, and has no history of mental illness that can cause emotional instability in the family .

Because the height of the fall was too high, the forensic doctor could no longer collect all of Jiang's father's body composition, and the information provided by Jiang Song could not be verified.

The results of monitoring and retrieval showed that Jiang's father had no violent conflicts with anyone before his death, and there were only fresh footprints of Jiang's father on the roof.

But there is a section of monitoring that is missing.

It wasn't that there were no cameras in that place, but the surveillance video disappeared immediately.

The explanation from the security office is that the signal at the four corners of the building is not good, and the wired synchronization may be missed, which is unavoidable.

Jiang Song applied for re-investigation many times, but the result was the same: criminal cases were excluded.

At that time, Wu Qingshan and Jiang Song were still good brothers who grew up naked together. He accompanied Jiang Song to the police station every day, took notes for Jiang Song, and said to Jiang Song more than once: "Xiao Song, you Tell your cousin if you need anything, the Wu family is your backing when your uncle is gone."

"Xiao Song, you are too busy with the Jiang family's business, and I can help you too, but I don't have a controlling stake so I can't talk, let's discuss this matter when we have time."

At first, Jiang Song didn't think much of it, until one day Wu Qingshan discussed with him: "Is that child in your family tired? You are in a state of distress, or you can hand him over to me, and I will find him something in the company Do it."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Song was like a perverted cat at the time, and suddenly Wu Qingshan's actions seemed to have a purpose.

He seems to want to strip Jiang Song from the original world, and he doesn't rely on all directions.

"Don't worry too much," Wu Qingshan's perfunctory smile gradually became clear, "I just don't want you to be troubled."

After reading half of the documents brought by Xing Ce, there was a knock on the door downstairs, and Jiang Song trotted downstairs to open the door.

When he came in from the outside, Gu Changzhen's face was covered with frost and snow, and the moment he saw Jiang Song, he narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Are you crying?"

Jiang Song rubbed his eyes, "Why? I yawned."

"Whose slippers are these?" Gu Changxi looked at a pair of men's slippers on the ground, obviously not his and Jiang Song's size.

"Xing Ce, he usually comes to give me things, so the family prepared a pair for him." Jiang Song lazily leaned against the wall of the entrance.

Gu Changxi turned around and opened the door, and threw Xing Ce's slippers out, "Don't leave other people's things in my house, it's dirty."

"Huh? Aren't you ruining things?" Jiang Song straightened up a little, going to pick up the shoes.

"If you don't do what I say, our cooperation will not be established." Gu Changxi straightened up and stood in front of Jiang Song, more than half a head taller than him.

It's just a pair of shoes, Jiang Song stopped arguing with him, "Is it cold outside? What should we eat?"

Gu Changxi opened his mouth again with a gun and a stick, "Mr. Jiang owed money to others, why did he act like a creditor? Do you want me to cook for you?"

"If I'm starving to death, I won't be able to repay the debt, will I?" Jiang Songjin pulled on his slippers and walked to the kitchen.

Seeing that Gu Changzhen didn't move, he curled up his legs and sat down at the dining table, "Changxi, I'm hungry."

It's a pity that Gu Changxi went into the bathroom as if he didn't hear him.

Jiang Song didn't bother to move, and buried his head in his knees.

He's not really hungry.

It's just that when I read those things in the study just now, I felt a little nervous.

Even if Gu Changxi didn't take a good look at him, he still wanted to stay by his side, with a somewhat alive air.

For no reason, he thought of those ghosts in Liaozhai who sucked people's energy, and couldn't help laughing. He didn't look up, but he felt much better.

Gu Changxi came out of the bathroom after washing his hands, and saw Jiang Song curled up in the chair, looking thinner and thinner, as if he could easily wrap his arms into his arms.

He looked away without hesitation, went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

All kinds of instant noodles, microwave pizza, energy bars, electrolyte bags in three flavors, and a drawer of mineral water.

It's not that it's not rich.

As if wanting to engrave the appearance of every kind of junk food into his mind, Gu Changxi stood by the refrigerator and read all the information on the small packages slowly.

In the end, he turned his eyes to the person on the chair uncontrollably, and said in an inaudible and low voice, "Jiang, Song."

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Scene Three: Kitchen.

Advantages: replenish energy at any time.

Disadvantages: open is not conducive to concealment.

Energy Bar: 9 Min!

Electrolyte: trembling...

Instant Noodles: Mommy——