Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Song Xun ran away without any intention of doubting Zhang Weisheng's words. After all, the last time he was almost sent to the police station was still vivid in his mind.

Running for a long time exceeded the limits of the body, and it was difficult to breathe as if the lungs were about to explode.

Song Xun suddenly slowed down, realizing that the opportunity was right in front of him.

If we follow Zhang Weisheng now, follow him home and get his specific address, wouldn't the mission be a big step towards success?

When the time comes, on a dark and windy night, when I break into the window and steal, as long as Zhang Weisheng is dead asleep...

Song Xun's mind began to replay the scene of his success. His steps became increasingly hesitant, but he was concerned that he might run into the police if he went back now.

996: "According to precise statistics, Zhang Weisheng touched the screen twice, tapped the input method three times, and used the phone for less than ten seconds."

Song Xunting was puzzled: "Why are you summarizing this?"

996 couldn't help but roar: "Do you think he can edit the address information in such a short time, enough time for you to call the police?"

Song Xun slapped his head, braked and ran back.

It was really because the impression of Zhang Weisheng in his mind was too stereotyped and serious, and he didn't expect that he would actually pretend to call the police.

Just before the oxygen in his lungs was about to run out, Song Xun finally caught up with Zhang Weisheng.

There were no so-called police, honking sirens, or other things that one might have worried about. Everything was calm. The lights in the corridors on both sides of the alley kept flickering due to a malfunction. There were sounds of footsteps, the sound of fried rice being stir-fried in a pan, and finally the aroma of food.

Zhang Weisheng walked calmly, and the sudden switch on of the street lights lengthened his lonely shadow.

He always seemed like this, separated from Mashui Lane, yet also seemingly dissolved in the depths, unfathomable.

Song Xun knew that Zhang Weisheng would not stay here forever. This place could not trap him. In the future, what would appear around him would only be high-end places with carpets and surrounded by envious admirers. That would be a completely different world.

Zhang Weisheng suddenly stopped and said without looking back: "Come out."

Song Xun continued to hide near the wall. He thought that he was following secretly enough and should not be discovered.

Zhang Weisheng seemed to have lost his patience. He turned around and fixed his gaze on the corner, as if he was looking directly through the wall at the person inside.

"Do you need me to ask you to come out?"

Song Xun came out from the corner reluctantly and waved his hand slightly awkwardly.

Zhang Weisheng looked at him calmly: "Why are you following me?"

His scrutinizing attitude made Song Xun dare not breathe. His dark eyes turned left and right and fell on the black plastic bag held by Zhang Weisheng. He said quickly, "You lost half of the prawns because of me. I have to take responsibility."

Zhang Weisheng approached decisively, and as Song Xun looked up at him, he held out his hand: "Twenty, cash only."

Song Xun was very embarrassed: "I don't have any money now. I have to wait until I get paid."

He revealed his true intention: "I'll find a way and send your salary to you when the time comes."

Song Xun's plan was not very clever, and even very clumsy. Zhang Weisheng would not be so stupid as to let a thief into his house: "Put away your little tricks and stop following me."

he warned.

Song Xun didn't give up: "I will get paid soon..."

He was about to say something else when Zhang Weisheng suddenly raised his hand quickly. Song Xun, feeling uneasy, thought that he was going to attack him and he covered his head with his hands in fear.

A big hand immediately fell on his shoulder and pulled him forward. Song Xun crashed into Zhang Weisheng's arms, his forehead against the other's exposed neck.

Before I could react to what was happening, I heard the sound of water splashing behind me, falling from the upstairs.

Some water droplets splashed on his heels. It was reasonable to predict that if Zhang Weisheng hadn't pulled him up, the basin of water would have fallen directly on his head.

Song Xun looked up with emotion: "Thank you." He only had one piece of clothing, and it would be difficult to deal with it if it got dirty.

The distance is too close was the thought that came to Zhang Weisheng's mind subconsciously.

Those round and moist eyes seemed to be shining with stars, so smart and clean that they didn't look like those of a bad boy at all. Part of Zhang Weisheng's consciousness seemed to be immersed in those eyes, a strange feeling he had never experienced in his life, like a guitar string that had been covered in dust for many years being plucked by someone's fingers. Zhang Weisheng let go after a few seconds.

There was a noise again from upstairs. The woman cleared her throat and spat out the window.

Song Xun had experience this time, so he quickly jumped away and moved farther away.

He looked up angrily, what a lack of manners.

He only dared to mutter this in his heart.

Old man Li once said that the women in Mashui Lane are all fierce and ferocious. If you quarrel with them, you will be scolded to the point of doubting your life, and all your ancestors will be implicated.

Song Xun didn't notice that Zhang Weisheng turned around and left. When he turned around, there was no one in front of him, so he hurriedly chased after him.

Zhang Weisheng, who was walking in front, heard the footsteps and began to feel a little uncomfortable.

He didn't know why the thief behind him was only pestering him. He was not a generous or wealthy person. This thief had a really bad eye for people and was unexpectedly persistent.

Zhang Weisheng lowered his voice and said, "If you come over here again, I'll beat you up too."

His tone showed suppressed impatience, and Song Xun felt that he might really beat him up like he had just beaten the man.

He didn't dare to follow and stood there for a moment, feeling a little dazed. He didn't dare to go under the overpass again. He didn't have a home here, and there wasn't even a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Raindrops began to fall. Song Xun looked up and saw dense raindrops falling towards him. Without thinking about anything else, he looked around, trotted, bent down and found a place to shelter from the rain.

This place was probably used to raise chickens before. The ground was covered with straw, and it was drafty on all sides, and there wasn't even a door.

Now it is used to store bicycles, and with the addition of a Songxun, the small space is completely blocked.

Song Xun couldn't move his hands and feet. The door was leaking air. He squeezed inside miserably. There was no moment when he had such a firm determination to complete the task.

Poverty is simply a catalyst for everything.

Song Xun began to miss his life in the previous world, and felt that he was too ungrateful for complaining about the difficulty of the tasks in the previous world.

"996, can you pick me a slightly richer identity in the next world?"

Maybe he also felt that Song Xun was a bit miserable. 996: "I'll try my best."

Song Xun felt relieved after getting the reply. He had worked all day today. After get off work, he waited for a long time for the man who had tried to take his seat. Now he was being chased away. He was already exhausted. His head was nodding and he curled up in the corner and fell asleep.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Weisheng turned off the alarm on his mobile phone, washed up and had breakfast, then headed to his first part-time job, walking through the alleys he passed every day.

He pulled the backpack containing the textbooks and suddenly stopped.

As if being pulled by some sense, he looked towards the small tin house at the corner of the alley, and took two steps back as if possessed by a ghost, looking towards the house.