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

Song Xun was not sure if he had seen it wrong. Zhang Weisheng raised the corner of his mouth. He seldom smiled, whether at Song Xun or anyone else.

Zhang Weisheng was finally willing to speak: "Since you are so pitiful, I will take you in for a while until you have enough money to find a place to live."

Song Xun didn't react at all. He was about to say something else, but there was no need for that. Zhang Weisheng was unexpectedly easy to talk to today.

Song Xun, who was in a state of excitement, did not notice Zhang Weisheng's strange way of speaking, as if he was an adult in a completely dominant position, teasing children who had just got out of school on the street, and speaking in a childish tone imitating the children.

The next day, after confirming that he could stay, Song Xun got up early and followed Zhang Weisheng out. They finally separated at the alley and went to where they worked.

Zhang Weisheng had already asked his boss's wife for leave two days ago.

Zhou Wan noticed something was wrong with Song Xun's clothes: "Why do your clothes look familiar to me? And you were sick, so why did Brother Sheng ask for leave for you?"

Song Xun cleaned up the dishes on the table and said perfunctorily, "Maybe too many people wear this style of clothes, so it looks familiar. Zhang Weisheng and I both live in Mashui Lane, so we are neighbors. It's not surprising that he asked for leave for me."

Zhou Wan still felt something was wrong. He pulled at Song Xun's clothes, which were too big and ill-fitting, but he couldn't find the problem at the moment. He was soon called to the room by the boss's wife to do his homework.

The work in the stir-fry restaurant is not easy, but it is not very tiring either. The people who come here to eat are all regular customers. They can just casually tell the name of the dish to the proprietress at the kitchen window. There is no need for Song Xun to go up and ask with the menu and notebook.

A whole month after he came here, Song Xun received his first paycheck.

Holding only one hundred yuan in bills, Song Xun handed them to Zhang Weisheng solemnly: "I will pay you back these first, and I will pay you back next time I get paid."

From the one thousand mentioned by the boss lady at the beginning, and then after deducting the money for food, deductions, and leave, the actual amount he received was only one tenth. Song Xun felt a little depressed.

As if he was surprised that he kept his promise, Zhang Weisheng looked at the thin banknote in his hand with an unclear expression: "In other words, you only earned a hundred dollars a month at work?"

He seemed a little unbelievable when he said this.

You should know that even in middle school, Zhang Weisheng was able to earn pocket money from his classmates by taking advantage of a loophole in the closed boarding school.

Song Xun nodded heavily, he knew that this was not enough.

Including the hundred yuan that Zhang Weisheng lent him, the money he spent on medicine, and his own food expenses, it was still not enough to make up the difference.

Zhang Weisheng laughed, as if he heard a joke.

The next day, Song Xun went out after breakfast, but saw Zhang Weisheng following him.

Today is the day when Zhou Wan has a make-up class, but it doesn’t start until ten o’clock, which is the time when Zhang Weisheng usually indulges himself and takes a little more rest.

"Have you taken another job?" Song Xun thought he had another part-time job.

Zhang Weisheng: "Zhou Wan's tutoring time has been changed. I'll go with you."

Song Xun nodded.

Although the two of them would appear in the stir-fry restaurant at the same time in the past, there was no additional communication between them and they were no different from strangers.

No, or rather, they were even strangers than strangers. At least when they met enthusiastic strangers, they would say hello to Song Xun, but Zhang Weisheng would never do that.

But what was strange was that this time, Zhang Weisheng took the initiative to show his familiarity with Song Xun. Even when entering the narrow door of the shop, he stood close to Song Xun.

The proprietress was typing on the computer, as if she had encountered some unclear accounts, and the computer kept making the sound of returning to zero.

She didn't look up when she heard footsteps and called out, "Xiao Qi, go wash the vegetables in the kitchen. We'll need them later."

Until she heard another pair of heavier footsteps, she looked up and saw Zhang Weisheng who was very close to Song Xun, and quickly stood up from her seat.

"I forgot about the time change for today's make-up class." The proprietress called upstairs loudly: "Zhou Wan, hurry up and get up, Teacher Zhang is here——"

Zhang Weisheng said calmly: "It's okay, don't worry, it can be postponed a little bit."

The tuition is charged by the length of time, and the price is not cheap for Mashuixiang. The proprietress was afraid that her son would waste money if he was slow to get up. When she heard what Zhang Weisheng said, she smiled and said, "Then I'll waste your time. I'll get Zhou Wan to get up."

Zhang Weisheng suddenly touched Song Xun's head, and his attitude showed intimacy: "Then you go to work first, and come back early in the evening, don't delay on the road."

Not only was Song Xun stunned, but the proprietress also didn't react for a long time.

The two people were less familiar than strangers before. The proprietress was a little dazed: "What are you doing..."

Zhang Weisheng smiled and said, "Xiao Qi is my cousin. He insisted on running away from home some time ago, so he had to stay at my place. When he heard that I was going to send him back, he got angry with me for a long time because of this and ignored me."

Zhang Weisheng looked at the proprietress, as if he knew nothing: "How is he doing here? This kid is clumsy at home. He didn't cause you any trouble, did he?"

The proprietress waved her hands repeatedly and unconsciously followed Zhang Weisheng's lead and said, "No, no, Xiaoqi is doing very well here."

"I can rest assured that."

Zhang Weisheng has never been very close to the people in Mashui Lane and never exchanged pleasantries with them, but today he was acting out of character.

Zhou Wan happened to come down from upstairs and heard the conversation between the two clearly, with a confused expression on his face.

If Brother Sheng is Xiaoqi's cousin, why did he ask Xiaoqi's last name before? Could it be that cousins ​​don't even know each other's names?

However, Zhou Wan has always had a firm admiration and trust in Zhang Weisheng and did not say much.

Zhang Weisheng took Zhou Wan upstairs. The proprietress sat back at the cashier counter. She stopped typing on the computer and had a thoughtful look on her face.

She felt a little guilty now. She didn't know whether Zhang Weisheng knew about the fact that she gave Xiaoqi a salary of 100 yuan. Zhang Weisheng was giving extra lessons to his son now. What if he felt that she was mistreating his cousin, would he deliberately ignore her son?

So Song Xun, who was still washing vegetables, received a gentle notice from the boss's wife.

"Xiao Qi, the previous deduction of your salary was all a misunderstanding. I just wanted to see if you can stick with it here."

"You've behaved well. I'll return all the money I deducted from you, and I won't charge you for the meal."

Song Xun looked at the nine hundred yuan that was stuffed into his hand and was almost dizzy from the sudden surprise.

The boss's wife glanced upstairs and whispered to him, "Don't tell your cousin that your aunt deducted your salary."

Song Xun was so happy that his teeth almost popped out when he took the huge sum of money. He nodded with a smile: "I won't tell."