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

The dilapidated house had no doors to cover the inside, and everything inside was visible.

Zhang Weisheng walked closer, looking down.

Probably feeling the cold, the young man on the straw curled up with two straw crumbs stuck on his head.

His guard was so low that he didn't even notice someone approaching.

He was very thin, and the two clavicles exposed at the collar seemed to be trying to break away from the skin and flesh, leaving two small dimples. His thin white neck was tilted to the ground, and he frowned even in his sleep.

Zhang Weisheng did not stay for too long. He was not a very empathetic person. In a place like Mashui Lane, there had been people who collapsed on the road due to hunger and cold.

No one will take the initiative to step forward when they are in trouble themselves.

Even the wind that blew after the rain was chilly and cold.

The image of the boy's clothes flashed through Zhang Weisheng's mind. It seemed that he was wearing the same clothes when they first met. There were even traces of mud on the clothes from when they rolled on the ground together. The clothes were white and could not be washed clean.

In order to protect the stolen wallet, he disregarded everything and fought to the death.

Zhang Weisheng was merciful at the time and did not dare to hold his wrist too hard, as if his wrist would be broken if he was not careful.

Frowning, Zhang Weisheng went back for the second time and walked back with a sullen face.

Song Xun was awakened by the increasing sound of footsteps outside. He rubbed his eyes and felt something was wrong.

He was wearing a thin black jacket, and when he opened it, a red hundred-dollar bill fell out.

Song Xun rubbed his eyes again, in disbelief.

He noticed a piece of paper on the ground with a line of words written in sharp handwriting.

"Pay me back together with your salary."

Song Xun instantly realized that this was left by Zhang Weisheng, and the word "touched" was not enough to express his excitement.

“For the first time in this world, I experienced the joy of having money in my hands.”

"Great." 996 agreed halfheartedly.

Song Xun: "Zhang Weisheng is not at all as cold and heartless as he is described in the plot."

996: "That's the later stage."

What was not mentioned in the plot is that those creditors were secretly instigated by Song Weijiang to constantly put pressure on Zhang Weisheng. At that time, Zhang Weisheng was only a sophomore student. The pressure from all sides finally made him bow his head. He bowed to Song Weijiang, who had vowed not to forgive or care about him. In the later period, he turned evil and his psychology was somewhat distorted.

Song Xun stroked the precious hundred yuan, and suddenly his conscience condemned him.

Zhang Weisheng lent him money, but he was always thinking about how to steal his belongings.

996 was afraid that Song Xun's firm determination to complete the task would be shaken, so he quickly said: "You are the most solid and critical stepping stone for Zhang Weisheng to become a winner in life. Everything you do now is for his own good."

Song Xun nodded, convinced.

Zhang Weisheng's life indeed began to change after he returned to the Song family. The poor boy from a poor area became the only son of a wealthy family overnight, and then stepped on his scumbag father to rise to the top. It was a complete counterattack.

Song Xun folded his coat and held it in his arms. Just as he was about to go out, he bumped into a young man coming in.

Suddenly I didn't know where to put my hands. It was very rude to enter someone else's house without saying hello, and I happened to be seen by the person who brought it.

The young man with black-framed glasses was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on Song Xun.

Song Xun was even more at a loss when being looked at, and his fingers curled up in embarrassment. In the eyes of the young man, he looked as if his whole body was about to break, revealing a sense of fragility from the inside out.

The young man glanced at the crushed straw pile and unconsciously lowered his voice, careful not to scare him: "Did you rest here last night?"

Song Xun apologized first, holding the hundred yuan in his hand, feeling embarrassed and distressed, and negotiated unceremoniously: "Can I... rent this place for a month for a hundred yuan?"

He had nowhere to go, and the only hundred dollars he had had to be spent wisely. Although this place was small and shabby, it meant the price would not be too high. Moreover, it was a place that Zhang Weisheng had to pass through, and it could also solve his current problem of having no place to live.

Hearing this request, the young man's face was full of surprise: "How can people live here?"

Song Xun raised his eyes and said seriously: "It's livable." Compared to under the overpass, this place is much better.

The young man thought for a moment and actually had the urge to invite the other party to live in his house, but he thought his parents would not agree, so he finally said: "Then you can live in, but you don't have to pay, just keep an eye on the bicycle inside for me."

Song Xun blinked excitedly and agreed with great excitement.

He felt like he had struck lucky in his dream last night, and everything that happened today was good.

With a new home, Song Xun went to work in a happy mood. Good luck came to him again and he found the test paper that Zhou Wan had inserted in the book on the corner of the table.

And it was accidentally placed in the boss's account book.

The bright red 59-point Chinese test paper made the proprietress scream with a sharp roar. She chased Zhou Wan around the store and beat him up three times. Finally, she gritted her teeth and paid money to ask Zhang Weisheng to come out.

Zhou Wan was more excited than afraid of Zhang Weisheng's arrival. He would find every opportunity to tell Song Xun about the glorious time when he was surrounded by thugs and asked for money, and Zhang Weisheng fought off four of them alone.

Song Xun was also very interested in Zhang Weisheng's affairs. As one loved to talk and the other loved to listen, their relationship became harmonious.

The little fat man swore, "From now on, I will protect you. If my mother dares to deduct your money again, I will help cover for you."

As soon as Zhou Wan finished bragging, his mother sent him upstairs to do his homework, and deducted ten yuan from Song Xun for chatting during work hours.

Thinking that Zhang Weisheng would be coming over tomorrow, Song Xun barely suppressed his heartache of losing ten dollars again.

After get off work, Song Xun, with a heavy face, found that his home had been renovated. Not only were the air leaks on top blocked with plastic film, but a new wooden door was also added at the entrance.

This time, Song Xun felt too embarrassed to pay the hundred yuan.

After a few days of contact, he learned that the young man who let him live here last time was called Guo Tong, and that he had assembled the wooden door in the house himself. After receiving the money, he moved the bicycle out and put a folding camp bed inside.

Song Xun was finally able to stretch his legs while sleeping, which touched him so much that he felt there were still many good people in this world.

Before going to bed, he now has a new night activity every night, which is to observe Zhang Weisheng's whereabouts through the hole in the house.

It was discovered that Zhang Weisheng would pass by here on his way home after 10 o'clock every night, and sometimes he would be busy until even later.

He tried to follow him, but Zhang Weisheng was too sharp and never gave him a chance to get close. He could always spot Song Xun and force him back with a glare.

Song Xun also felt that his behavior was a bit abnormal. He was stalking and following people every day. Perhaps in Zhang Weisheng's eyes, he was a psychopath.

If this continues, Song Xun will feel that he is abnormal and may be on the verge of neurasthenia.

So if it's so hard, why can't Zhang Weisheng go back to the Song family by himself? He thought somewhat negatively just before falling asleep.