Try changing my plan again?

▍Don't think about anything, leave it to me

Ruan Mian leaned against the head of the bed, her upper body sunk in the soft down pillow.

Jiang Song was sitting next to him, and when he was quiet, he could hear his even and steady breathing and the occasional slight friction of cloth.

He always loves to have nightmares, and insomnia is also related to nightmares, because he is afraid to fall asleep.

He is used to being alone when he wakes up from nightmares, sweating in the dark, taking a few breaths, and comforting himself by saying, fortunately, it was all just a dream, just a false alarm.

No one was around, and no one to talk to.

Jiang Song gave him too much that he had never experienced.

Safe, reliable, warm, cared for, even pampered.

"I... dreamed that I was sealed in the work station, and I couldn't stand up even if I wanted to drink saliva, so I had to keep changing the picture."

"Just the person in charge of your Jinyuan Engineering Department... standing by the side with a stick as thick as an arm and staring at it. It's really as thick as an arm..."

"It's a bit funny to say it now, but the dream was really scary, the sense of oppression..." Ruan Mian slid down disheartened and looked at the ceiling, "Later I got anxious and kept yelling for a drink. Water, he turned around and left. I thought he was going to get me water, but he took a kitchen knife and slapped it on the table, saying that there were only four days left, and if he couldn’t finish the correction, he immediately physically overwhelmed me, and I woke up... ..."

In front of Jiang Song, he was too relaxed, he didn't bother thinking about what to say, and began to complain, "I used to think that private house customers were difficult to serve, but the construction drawings were different. Today, I am changing a wall. It will be too difficult for me to change a beam tomorrow..."

"Several design changes a day, who can bear it, the key is that they are in a hurry... Hey... But it's not easy for everyone, design and construction can't agree, the person in charge makes all kinds of strange requests, they There is no other way, and it’s my inexperience and lack of flexibility in the method... Forget it, there’s no reason, it’s just that I’m not capable.”

Jiang Song turned his head to look at him, "...I work overtime every day until I get sick, is it because the engineering department has been changing the drawings?"

Suddenly, Ruan Mian realized that what she said just now was inappropriate, as if she was complaining, she patted her forehead and wondered why her EQ kept going offline all of a sudden, she quickly sat up straight, "No, no, no! This is normal! All big engineering projects are like that!"

Jiang Song said coldly, "Yes."

Ruan Mian, "...This is their performance of conscientiousness."

Jiang Song was silent, and said after a while, "Actually, you don't have to work so hard. It doesn't matter if you are a few days late. I will greet the engineering department tomorrow, can I have one more week?"

Ruan Mian squinted at him suspiciously and disgusted, "Mr. Jiang, you can't do this. Don't decision makers have to distinguish between public and private? Every day of delay is a waste of money."

Just when Jiang Song was about to speak, Ruan Mian quickly interrupted, provocative between the lines, "I know you are not short of this money, I know, but Ruan's design does not need pity, such a trivial matter, Invincible Iron King Kong is not called for nothing."

Jiang Song looked at him inexplicably, "Invincible Iron King Kong is still sick, and woke up from a nightmare because of such a trivial matter?"

Ruan Mian languished again, and sighed, "It's not all because of this, I'm not so fragile, it's just that my mother was home alone again in a dream... seriously ill."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped talking and refused to continue, "You still don't go to bed, don't you have to work tomorrow?"

Jiang Song ignored him, and straightened his messy quilt, "Go to sleep after listening to you."

Ruan Mian, "...I'm done."

Jiang Song was not annoyed, and asked him calmly, "In your eyes, can I be considered a friend?"

Ruan Mian rolled her eyes, "Of course..."

More than just friends, it is said that nine out of ten top designers are gay, thanks to Jiang Song, half of his body has already entered the palace.

Jiang Song raised his head slightly, the moonlight from the window was too thin to read the emotions on his face, "So, I hope you can share your joys, sorrows and joys with me sometimes...even if it's just a little bit."

Ruan Mian lowered her head and said nothing.

The air in the middle of the night was quiet for a long time, so long that Jiang Song almost no longer had any hope, and planned to simply say good night and let him go to bed early.

Ruan Mian suddenly spoke at this moment.

"From now on, you must think that I am a person who falls into the eyes of money. I know money and money when I open my mouth and shut up, but many times I am really scared... I know money well, because it can Help."

"My mother has uremia, do you know how terrible the cost of treatment for this disease is for ordinary families... I dare not rest, not only for dialysis maintenance, I also want to cure her one day, since she doesn't like the hospital smell, then let her never have to smell it again, stay healthy and don’t suffer anymore.”

"I have no father since I was a child, and my grandparents are not close to us. There is no one who can take care of her by her side. I have traveled so far away, and I can only go back for a few days a year... But I don't come to the big cities to work hard. How can there be hope."

"I often have nightmares. I dream that I am still the poor and white idiot when I just graduated. In order to fit in with the group, I bite the bullet and go to eat Malatang with my colleagues at noon. After going, I feel that it is too expensive, so I only dare to order a little food. And two of the cheapest noodles, dreaming that I am still the one with empty pockets, but my mother's illness is getting worse, I can't do anything except collapse and go crazy, I'm really... very, very scared."

"My mother is the best mother in the world, she is the most important person to me, what is said in the movie...God can't take care of everyone, so God created a mother, my mother is that kind of god Same mother."

"My biggest dream is to cure her illness, and then take her to take care of me, just like she took care of me when I was a child. I want to make money, a lot of money, and I want to buy a big house so that she can live a few days. Days, so I have no retreat, I really dare not stop for a moment."

Ruan Mian tugged at the corners of her mouth, trying to force out a smile that was pretending to be relaxed, but her face, which was originally extremely expressive, was now extremely stiff, and she felt awkward no matter how she pulled it, "Look at you...I have to say these sour words What are you doing...it's embarrassing."

"It's not shameful." Jiang Song sighed inaudibly, "Stop laughing, it doesn't look good."

Ruan Mian flattened her mouth aggrieved, "Whatever you say is what you say..."

"There is something I want to apologize to you first." As soon as the words fell, Jiang Song immediately raised his hand to stop Ruan Mian who wanted to interrupt, "Listen to me first, don't be angry... I'm sorry, I told you without your permission. People around you inquired about your private affairs, Wanwan once told me about your mother's illness."

"Do you still want to say that it's just because you care about me?" Ruan Mian muttered angrily, "I know, and there's nothing to be angry about, I'm not so narrow-minded."

"That's good." Jiang Song continued, "I contacted the doctor for you on my own initiative. Once there is a suitable donation, I will bring my mother to cure the disease first. Don't rush to refuse. This is not something that should be pushed back and forth. You don’t have to worry about things and financial problems, even if I lent you, I will pay you back slowly later, or just treat it as a bank loan?”

Jiang Song added meaningfully, "I don't ask you to ask for interest, this is the hexagram gold given by Master Ruan to the fortune teller."

As an ordinary person, even if he has the financial ability to perform surgery, in the face of this disease, there is only one thing to do to get a cure. Most people can't wait for a lifetime to recover.

This is not a matter of saving face, Ruan Mian understands the truth, it is impossible not to be tempted, but he also understands that he may never be able to repay Jiang Song's kindness.

Refusing to accept the other party, but also blindly accepting the preferential treatment given by the other party, is simply too scumbag.

But it's about the lives of the closest relatives, who wouldn't want to be selfish if this kind of opportunity is placed on it?

And Jiang Song's words have already reached this point, it would be a bit ignorant to be ungrateful.

Ruan Mian grabbed the corner of the quilt, her face was full of confusion, she didn't agree for a while, and it didn't matter if she didn't agree.

Jiang Song raised his hand and patted the back of his head, and said empathetically, "You should think about it first, so you don't have to worry about it. This is what I want to do and what I can do, not for anything else."

There is another sentence that he didn't say in his heart - just because I like to see you laugh, and I am willing to hear you cry, and I want to share those pains and burdens for you.

"Well, okay..." Ruan Mian nodded slightly, desperately trying to change the subject, "... By the way... I told you the fortune the other day, what did I say?"

Jiang Song smiled lightly, and looked at Ruan Mian thoughtfully, "You said that I will be rich and prosperous all my life, and I will live forever with the person I like. I wonder if Master Ruan is accurate in fortune-telling?"

Master Ruan couldn't stand others questioning his professional ability, he choked back after yawning, and immediately retorted, "Are you kidding, you must be accurate."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light in front of his eyes suddenly lost light, and a burst of familiar fragrance quickly occupied his nasal cavity.

Jiang Song's warm palms covered his eyelids, his voice was low and gentle.

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble, go to sleep when you are tired, have a good rest tomorrow, don't think about anything, leave it to me."

The author says:

...I dare not speak QAQ