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

Zhang Weisheng looked down at the porridge scattered on the ground, which was surrounded by a layer of low pressure.

Song Xun was completely confused by the situation. He really wanted to know why he was here, but Zhang Weisheng's silence was a little scary.

He threw away the stick in his hand: "Sorry...I'm sorry."

Zhang Weisheng looked at him as if he was sizing up some strange creature: "I saved you after all, and this is how you repay kindness with hatred?"

Song Xun was stunned: "Save me?"

"You had a fever of 40 degrees last night." Zhang Weisheng emphasized, "If I hadn't saved your brain, you would be a fool now."

Song Xun dreamed last night that he was a sapling planted in the desert, with all its leaves dried up by the scorching sun. Finally, someone watered him in time to prevent him from withering.

It turns out this wasn't a complete dream.

Memories of last night began to emerge one after another, and Song Xun started to feel unwell yesterday morning.

Perhaps because it always rained, Song Xun, who only had one piece of clothing, often had to wear half-wet clothes, which caused his body to begin to protest in dissatisfaction.

His head felt like it was about to explode, and his body felt as limp as wet noodles, making it impossible for him to get up and go to work.

Finally, consciousness fell into a dark abyss.

Song Xun rubbed his head. It seemed that he was carried out by someone. Raindrops hit his body coolly. The black umbrella was shaking in his hand like a big black mushroom.

Everything is connected.

Song Xun was instantly touched: "Thank you." Zhang Weisheng is really a good person who does not hold grudges.

Zhang Weisheng didn't even raise his head, looking very disapproving. He held the long stick in his hand in deep thought, as if trying to figure out its origin.

Song Xun tactfully took the stick and reassembled it with the mop head.

Thinking of something, he looked at Zhang Weisheng puzzledly: "But why did you lock me in the room?"

If the door had been unlocked, perhaps the misunderstanding would not have happened.

Zhang Weisheng waved at him calmly until Song Xun came to him.

"Watch it." Zhang Weisheng closed the door and demonstrated how to turn the doorknob. The door was in the same situation as Song Xun's before and could not be opened as he wished. Zhang Weisheng then pushed the door with his shoulder. After a sound of friction, the door was pushed open.

It wasn't because the door was locked, it was just because it was old and it wasn't easy to open.

Song Xun half opened his mouth, unable to say anything.

Zhang Weisheng took the mop that Song Xun had just assembled and began to clean up the porridge and debris on the floor. Song Xun realized that now was not the time to be in a daze, so he snatched the mop from Zhang Weisheng's hand and said in a courteous tone, "I'll do it, you take a rest."

Zhang Weisheng let go of his hand, didn't argue with him, and walked into the room.

Song Xun squatted down and wanted to pick up the debris on the ground first, but he was pulled up by the arm a second later. Zhang Weisheng stuffed a set of clothes into his hand and said, "You are almost stinking. Go take a shower."

Song Xun suddenly felt embarrassed. Zhang Weisheng took the mop and threw it aside, then pointed him in the direction of the bathroom.

Song Xun's mind was filled with the thought that he stank, so he ignored everything else and rushed to the bathroom holding his clothes.

After closing the door, Song Xun lowered his head and sniffed his clothes, frowned in confusion, and then lowered his head and sniffed again. There was no embarrassing smell.

Song Xun, who would rather risk getting sick than wash clothes every day, is not a person who doesn't like cleanliness.

Song Xun, who was confused, gave up on this problem that was bothering him and put the clean clothes given by Zhang Weisheng on the rack.

Finally, I don’t have to hide in the toilet cubicle and wash with cold water when no one is around. Every time I was scared that someone would come in, I had to rely on my body temperature to dry my clothes.

The moment the hot water was poured, Song Xun was about to cry.

It seems that Zhang Weisheng is really a very good person, and he didn't even pursue his own evil intentions.

But it cannot be denied that Zhang Weisheng's action was equivalent to letting a wolf with ulterior motives into the flock of sheep.

Song Xun began to feel guilty in advance. He certainly did not expect Zhang Weisheng to be grateful to him when he became successful in the future, but he hoped that Zhang Weisheng would not hate him so much.

"Why are you imagining this? It's as if you've already completed the mission." 996 couldn't stand it any longer. "When the mission is really completed, you'll be gone. What's the point of worrying about people holding a grudge against you?"

Song Xun was not very happy: "Can you please stop eavesdropping on me all the time?" and even swore.

"Who said the system can't swear?"

Song Xun: "...I told you not to eavesdrop on me."

996: "Stingy."

Song Xun stayed in the bathroom for nearly an hour. As soon as he opened the door, the mist dissipated and he almost wrinkled himself.

Zhang Weisheng sat on a chair at the dining table, and was hit in the face by the mist coming from the bathroom, along with the scent of his own mint shower gel.

Song Xun, who walked out, was wearing a light pink color. The clothes he was wearing were too big for him and they couldn't hold him up at all. They hung loosely on his body, and his trouser legs were folded in two.

Zhang Weisheng's eyes fell on his pointed shoulders and raised collarbones. He felt uncomfortable and finally blamed Song Xun for not dressing properly: "Put on your clothes properly."

Song Xun looked down at his clothes and didn't find anything wrong with himself, but under Zhang Weisheng's gaze, he still tried to pull his collar.

The clothes were a bit big to begin with, so this action didn't have much effect and they soon drooped down again.

Zhang Weisheng frowned and knocked on the table: "Come and sit down."

Song Xun did as he was told.

Compared to the bedrooms, the living room is even smaller. Excluding the kitchen, there is only enough space for a dining table and a refrigerator against the wall, leaving barely enough room to walk.

There were two bowls of porridge on the table, with pickles and buns in the middle.

Song Xun could tell at a glance from the oil seeping out of the bun that it was a meat bun.

The smell awakened my stomach, which had not eaten for a day and a night.

So hungry.

Zhang Weisheng knocked on the table again to attract Song Xun's attention, with a serious attitude as if he was interrogating him.

"What is your name?"

Song Xun looked away from the buns: "Xiao Qi."

"I said the full name."

Song Xun tried to explain to him: "I don't know who my parents are. I don't have their full names."

Zhang Weisheng frowned again, realizing that he had picked up trouble and was an illegal resident of unknown origin.

He pondered for a while, without any expression of sympathy or silence, or any apology or embarrassment for touching the other person's sorrow, as if he was just talking about something very casual.

"From now on, you will be called Zhang Xiaoqi."

Song Xun widened his eyes and whispered, "Why?"

Zhang Weisheng said as a matter of course: "I saved you and took care of you all night. I think I have the right to give you a name."

He still felt that the name Xiaoqi sounded too intimate when it came out of his mouth, and in fact they were not that familiar with each other.

Song Xun wanted to speak several times, but he was only struggling over why he had to take the same surname as Zhang Weisheng.

But Zhang Weisheng's expression was too matter-of-fact, as if in his opinion, there was nothing wrong with what Song Xun was struggling with.