Roommate Daily Research Report

The new card does not actually have Lin Cheng's number, but the mobile phone is new, and he saves the number casually. Sometimes it is stored on the card, and sometimes it is stored on the phone.

It happened that Lin Cheng's number was still there.

When Cheng Xinyi held up his mobile phone and entered the kitchen again, Shu Yang was thrusting his hand under the faucet, when he turned his head and saw the name "Lin Wang Ba" flashed past on the screen of the mobile phone.

The phone hangs up.

Cheng Xinyi frowned: "Is it hot?"

Shu Yang said "hmm": "Just rinse with cold water."

The phone buzzed and vibrated twice, even if Cheng Xinyi didn't do it deliberately, he could see the content displayed on the lock screen at a glance: "Are you coming to my wedding this weekend? Susu said she hoped you would come."

Shu Yang's heart tightened, and he pretended nothing happened to wipe off the water on his hand. There was a long red stripe on the side of his index finger. He took the phone over and took a look, put it in his pocket, then turned around and put the steamed fish on a plate: "Dinner is ready .”

"Oh." Cheng Xinyi responded.

"Are you going to Lin Cheng's wedding?" Cheng Xinyi asked vaguely with a piece of meat in his mouth.

Shu Yang nodded: "Go, why not go."

Cheng Xinyi hit the nail on the head: "How much money do you plan to give?"

Shu Yang froze for a moment, he really didn't think of this question.

Cheng Xinyi glanced at him: "Brother, aren't you? Are you penniless? If you are in the same class as Sister Su Su, I will calculate... You have to graduate and work for more than half a year? Even if you are fired, no, even if you leave the job Well, it should be a little bit, right? Did that crappy unit bully you and make you lose money?"

Seeing that Shu Yang didn't speak, he asked again: "Why didn't you ask your family for it?"

"My brother is 27 years old." Shu Yang smiled helplessly, and only answered his last question, "Should I still live if I am so old and ask my family for money?"

He said so on the surface, but he sighed in his heart. It was an extravagant hope if his family didn't ask him for money. How could he ask his family for money?

Cheng Xinyi shook his head: "It's not like that..."

While talking, Shu Yang's phone rang again, but he didn't move.

Cheng Xinyi stopped talking, spread his hands as an invitation, Shu Yang reluctantly took out his mobile phone, but found that the call was not from Lin Cheng.

It's another number I know by heart.

He got up and walked to the balcony, answered the phone: "Mom."

There was a faint "hmm" over there, and asked, "Why did it take so long to answer the phone?"

Shu Yang rubbed between his eyebrows: "I didn't hear that."

Yang Liu paused for a while, lowered her voice, and said in a calm tone, "Are you short of money these days?"

"Who told you?" Shu Yang asked back.

The other end didn't speak, and Shu Yangjing suddenly burst into a foul language after two seconds, and asked in a sharp tone: "Did Shu Jianguo come for you?"

Yang Liu replied calmly: "Shu Yang, who are you talking about?"

"It's not against you." Shu Yang suppressed the anger in his heart, "You don't need to worry about it, you can live your own life well, don't answer his calls in the future, don't see anyone, I can solve it."

After a pause, he added, "Take care of yourself."

Yang Liu laughed mockingly: "I don't want to ignore it, can I ignore it? The letter asking for money was stuffed directly at the door of the house. Fortunately, my husband was on a business trip and my son went to school. I didn't see it. The letter said you can't see it. He, who went home for the new year, actually left in the second day of junior high school, for fear of being implicated by him and being hunted down by the underworld."

Your son... Shu Yang thought to himself, am I not your son?

As soon as he said this, he calmed down instead: "The reason why I left on the second day of junior high school was because of something to do with the unit, and I will also pay off his debt."

Yang Liu lightly "hmm" again: "If necessary..."

"No, no need." Shu Yang whispered, "It's better to give money to the orphanage than to me."

Yang Liu said in a low voice, "That's good", and hung up the phone.

Did not say goodbye.

It was only then that Shu Yang remembered that the dining room still had a new idea. The balcony was the furthest away from the dining room, but his voice was raised in excitement just now, and I don't know if he heard it.

He breathed a sigh of relief and sent Shu Jianguo a message: "If you continue to harass my mother in the future, I will definitely not save you when loan sharks come after you. We all die together."

Shu Jianguo's call came just as soon as he sent it.

As soon as Shu Yang picked it up, the other end immediately cried and howled: "My son! It's not that the father is going to harass her, there is absolutely no way, the money is too tight, and I really can't get rid of it. I will see it on the [-]th day. You have withdrawn every card, so I dare not tell you, isn't dad afraid of dragging you down?"

He howled for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Well, son, when will you get paid? Look..."

Shu Yang laughed angrily, said "Maybe in the next life", and hung up the phone.

Not two seconds later, the phone rang again. He didn't look at the screen, and answered with a swipe of his hand, "Why don't you just sell me?"

The person on the other end didn't speak, and after a while he chuckled.

Shu Yang was taken aback, took the phone away and looked at the screen, then picked it up again: "I'm sorry senior, I didn't see the caller ID clearly."

Lin Cheng smiled softly, and his voice was as pleasant as ever: "You didn't answer the phone just now, and the line was busy when you called again. Are you busy this time?"

Shu Yang had a sore nose, and quickly stopped his emotions: "I'm a little busy, I will come to your wedding... I wish you and Susu a happy wedding."

Lin Cheng whispered: "Thank you Yang Yang, are you free? I want to say a few words to you."

"Call me Shu Yang, there seems to be nothing to talk about between us." Shu Yang responded, "I'm still eating, see you on Saturday."

Lin Cheng seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said, "See you that weekend, Yang Yang."

Shu Yang was helpless, too lazy to correct him, and hung up the phone directly.

Standing on the balcony in a daze for a while, suddenly there was the sound of chopsticks knocking on the bowl from behind, and Cheng Xinyi shouted loudly: "The food is cold-cold-la-ah!"

Shu Yang rubbed his face, walked over and sat down.

"Who are you calling for so long?" Cheng Xinyi asked, "If you don't come again, I'll eat it up."

Shu Yang smiled: "Eat more if it tastes good, it's best to finish it all."

"That won't work." Cheng Xinyi stuffed another piece of meat into his mouth, "I still want to maintain my charming figure. Girls nowadays like to be thin and tall, and I'm not considered thin anymore."

"Not very thin, but not strong, just right." Shu Yang said.

Cheng Xinyi smiled: "Really?"

As he spoke, he put down his chopsticks, took Shu Yang's hand, and stuffed it into his sweater: "Do you want to touch my abdominal muscles?"

Shu Yang was startled, and was about to pull out his hand, but Cheng Xinyi held his hand tightly, blinking and blinking: "Have you touched it? I have six dollars!"

"I got it." Shu Yang smiled and touched it lightly.

Cheng Xinyi shook his head triumphantly: "The wind on the balcony can't freeze our chef's hands, brother Xiaoxin will warm you up."

Shu Yang looked at him, and suddenly felt a little relieved, and without thinking about him, he patted his belly with a smile: "Brother Xiaoxin, hurry up and practice to get eight pieces."

"Wait, it's just around the corner!" Cheng Xinyi said.

At night, Shu Yang leaned against the bed, opened Moments, which he hadn't seen for a long time, and when he clicked in, he came across a post, which was new: "Don't expect a bastard to become a good bastard, because all the good bastards are boiled! This soup is perfect for winter~”

The picture below is a picture of bastard soup.

Shu Yang laughed all of a sudden, and after laughing twice, remembering that he said Lin Cheng was a bastard, he felt a little complicated again.

Clicking on Cheng Xinyi's profile picture, Shu Yang thought he would see a lot of music-related photos, but he didn't expect most of them to be photos with a unique style.

Sometimes it’s a grass on the side of the road, sometimes it’s a puddle of water, all of which are landscapes with a large blank space, and the accompanying text is full of irregular “1”, “2” or “3”.

Occasionally, there are a few pictures edited by the program.

Shu Yang flipped through the pages very quickly. When he remembered something, he looked at the calendar and turned back to the fourth day of the Lunar New Year. Sure enough, there was something happening.

A photo was taken of the street trees in Huai Town. The bare branches of the Huai tree stretched to the sky, cutting the entire field of vision. At first glance, there is a sense of desolation.

The matching number is "1".

It turned out that the fourth day was really cloudy.

While in a daze, there was a message from someone, Shu Yang went back and found out that it was Cheng Xinyi, and suddenly had a weird feeling of being caught peeping.

Cheng Xinyi: "A school girl asked me to borrow some books on ancient Chinese, bro, do you have any?"

Shu Yang couldn't help laughing.

Shu Yang: "Why don't you just come and talk? Why would someone come to you to borrow books from the Chinese department?"

Cheng Xinyi: "I'm afraid I'll disturb you, hehe. She said she couldn't borrow it. I thought you might have one, so I'll borrow it for her."

Shu Yang replied "I'll give it to you tomorrow", and got off the ground and dragged out the box under the bed. Fortunately, the books were never sent home.

As soon as I opened the white paper covering the dust, I saw a set of "Complete Tang Wen" by Zhonghua Book Company.

This was given by Yang Liu after the success of the insurance research.

Shu Yang flipped through it casually, and remembered that he had never touched this set of books, because Yang Liu had never understood his professional direction at all, and he had no time to read it, nor could he use it.

After thinking about it, he opened an old book website and clicked "apply to become a seller".

As much as this set of books can sell, you can give Lin Cheng as much money as possible.

After flipping through it casually, he set a slightly lower price, one thousand and sixteen.

I threw my phone aside to look for textbooks, and just as I found it, the phone rang. A buyer in the same city named "Youyou" didn't ask anything, and had already paid.

Shu Yang raised his eyebrows, took out a stack of books, planned to mail them tomorrow, and was about to get up to wash his hands, when a message came from the other end.

Yes: "Excuse me, do you have any other similar books here?"

Shu Yang didn't come back for the time being, and went through a few boxes first, thinking that some books could actually be disposed of. Although it hurts a bit, but now he lives in a rented house and has no study room.

No, no, it's not that there is no study room, it is that there is no money.

If a scholar is so poor that he has to sell books, is he still called a scholar?

But I have never been a scholar.

Thinking wildly, the buyer's news came again.

There are: "As much as you want, just follow the market price."

Shu Yang became a little curious when he said this, and replied: "Are you from the Chinese Department?"

Youyou: "'You' is fine. No, I'm in the abstinence department. My new house is being renovated, and the study room is a bit big. I bought some things that business people don't understand. I pretended to be aggressive. I only found you from the same city. .”

Youyou: "It would be better if there are some ancient books or something, the kind of thread-bound ones."

It's good to be honest, the style of a nouveau riche?

Shu Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he quickly cleaned up some books and sent a few photos in the dialog box, but there was no news for a while, and finally sent a phone number.

Youyou: "Can I add WeChat? Don't let the website rake it."

Shu Yang thought for a while and replied, "Okay."

This day I have been tossing around until midnight. The total transaction amount is 1. Others are fine, the key is that several sets of complete works are very expensive.

It doesn't matter, Shu Yang really doesn't know that he is so rich.

When I was reading, I was always frugal to buy books, not for showing off, but as if I had a collection habit, I couldn’t help it.

Looking at these books now, Shu Yang suddenly felt what collection addiction is, this is simply a perverted possessive desire.

There are even photocopied ancient books.

Well now, money troubles cure all hypocrisy.

In the end, there was a transfer of [-].

Shu Yang: "Too much. Are you afraid that I will run away after taking the money?"

Youyou: "Not much. I know you set the price lower than the market price. If you run away, I will treat it as charity. Anyway, I have money."

Shu Yang smiled, and replied: "The question about the book is okay, just as much as you want."

The other end was also refreshing, and it was transferred again according to the calculation, and another two hundred was given, saying it was postage.

Shu Yang thought about it and accepted it, then took two more copies out of the box, and stuffed them into the pile that had already been sold.

Youyou: "If I do the second-hand book business in the future, can I ask you to be my consultant? I can't tell the real from the fake."

Youyou: "No, it's not true or false, I can't tell if it's a good book or not."

Shu Yang didn't take it seriously, and replied "OK", then went out lightly to wash his hands, and when he passed by Cheng Xinyi's room, he saw light coming through the cracks.

Sure enough, he was a young man who wanted to stay up late while he was young.

When he went to bed, he only felt that the accumulated breath in his heart had finally dissipated a little.

The feeling of reluctance was not serious.

It's just that when I was dreaming, I kept moving books.

He dreamed that he moved box after box of books to the edge of the city from where he lived now, only to find out at the last moment that it was Lin Cheng's wedding scene.

"Lin Cheng, happy wedding."

In the dream, Shu Yang threw the box at Lin Cheng's feet, turned around and left, walked a few steps and saw Cheng Xinyi, Cheng Xinyi showed his white teeth and smiled at him: "Brother, I want books too!"

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Brother! Brother Shu! Help!" Cheng Xinyi yelled outside.