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

Zhang Weisheng took out his cell phone and clicked on a photo.

Zhang Xiaoqi, who got new clothes that day, tried all of them excitedly, looking left and right in the mirror. She was easily satisfied with the clothes which cost less than fifty yuan each, and her head was filled with beauty.

At that time, he thought Zhang Xiaoqi looked silly and stupid when looking at the mirror, and he unconsciously took out his cell phone to take a picture.

The boy in the photo looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with curved eyebrows and smiling foolishly at the mirror.

It is indeed Xiaoqi.

Old man Li's expression eased slightly: "When did he disappear?"

"Three days ago."

Hearing the time, Old Man Li's face became stern again, his tone became serious, he looked at Zhang Weisheng and said something ambiguous.

"Then you'd better find him quickly."

Zhang Weisheng frowned, losing his usual calmness: "Why do you say that?"

Old man Li didn't keep the secret and pointed to the right: "There is a five-story house over there, where a group of young children live. Now the area has been sealed off."

Zhang Weisheng realized that the old man’s next words were about Zhang Xiaoqi.

"Those children were abducted when they were young and forced to do fraudulent work."

"Xiao Qi is one of them."

Old man Li stroked his beard and said, "Don't underestimate him because he is timid. Sometimes he does things without thinking. He killed all those people."

He has been here for several years, and although he is old, his mind is not confused.

Three days ago, three people came to ask about Xiaoqi's whereabouts.

He knew those people. They were the people behind the scenes who were specifically monitoring the children's fraud. They didn't shy away from what they said. He pretended to pass by and understood the whole story.

Old Man Li: "Some of the gangsters have escaped and are trying their best to find Xiao Qi's whereabouts. If Xiao Qi really falls into their hands, I don't know if he will be able to survive."

Zhang Weisheng's throat felt dry unconsciously: "Thank you for telling me this."

Before leaving, he turned his back to everyone else and stuffed two hundred yuan into the old man's pocket. Old man Li did not refuse but accepted it with a smile.

Zhang Weisheng gripped the umbrella more tightly and quickened his pace to leave.

All along, he had been misled by himself and denied Zhang Xiaoqi.

The fact is, he never really understood Zhang Xiaoqi, didn't know his past, and didn't know why he didn't study hard. He just thought he had always been like this.

No one is born a good person, and no one is born a bad person. It all depends on the people and environment he comes into contact with in the future.

Zhang Xiaoqi's past was much worse than Zhang Weisheng had expected, but he had never mentioned it. The only time he acted pitifully was when he was much more subtle. But at that time, he just thought that he was up to something evil again.

But when Zhang Xiaoqi was surrounded by those people and was in danger at any time, he was driven away by himself.

Thinking back to the old man's words, Zhang Weisheng suddenly didn't dare to think about where Zhang Xiaoqi was now.

He was a man who valued money so much that he even didn't go to work at the stir-fry restaurant for three consecutive days. He clearly had no place to live, and he wasn't living in a small house or under an overpass, so where else could he go?

Zhang Weisheng was rarely clueless and he was very confused.

The rain continued until midnight and Zhang Weisheng felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

He put away his umbrella, walked slowly up the stairs, and stopped suddenly in front of the door.

On the corridor near the wall of Zhang Weisheng's room, a young man was sitting against the wall, hugging his legs and waiting quietly.

The wind mixed with rain kept blowing into the corridor, and he unconsciously shrank his head towards the wall, wishing he could become one with the wall.

I finally grew some flesh, but in just three days, it disappeared again.

His body was wet, and his hair was hanging on his forehead in wisps. He seemed to feel cold and curled up even tighter.

Song Xun waited for so long that he fell asleep while sitting, but it was too cold and his clothes were soaked and chilly.

These are not the most important things. Half asleep and half awake, he felt a strong gaze on him that could not be ignored.

Song Xun lifted his drooping head from his legs and opened his eyes.

No matter what the circumstances, Zhang Weisheng could always maintain apparent calm, just like at this moment, looking down at Song Xun with a dull expression.

Song Xun woke up with a start and quickly stood up. He didn't dare to look at Zhang Weisheng and stammered:

"Can I have my clothes?"

Although the clothes were bought by Zhang Weisheng, since they were given to him, they were his. Most importantly, because he was afraid of losing things in his pockets, he put his only two hundred yuan in the pillow.

Song Xun is very thin-skinned. If what happened before was like what happened before, and someone clearly drove him away, he would definitely not come back.

But it was raining outside and he had no clean clothes to wear.

Without money, he couldn't eat.

Song Xun was afraid that those people would discover him, so he was worried the whole day and couldn't sleep well. He felt very sleepy.

He didn't dare go back to Mashui Lane, fearing that those people were still there. He also didn't want to go to the proprietress, worried that they would be implicated because of him.

Song Xun had previously told Zhang Weisheng that he grew up picking up garbage, but he was lying.

Song Xun didn't want to pick up the garbage. It was dirty and smelly, and he couldn't bring himself to do it.

But he was really hungry. Song Xun, who was cold and hungry, could not bear it any longer and groped his way back in the dark night.

But I didn't expect that Zhang Weisheng would come back so late today. I waited for a full five hours.

Now that I've seen people, for some reason, the courage I had mustered up before has quickly deflated like a deflated balloon.

Song Xun raised his eyes and carefully looked at Zhang Weisheng's face, and emphasized: "I will leave after I take the things."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Weisheng approached suddenly, scaring Song Xun so much that he stepped back hastily. He forgot that there was a wall behind him. With nowhere to retreat, Song Xun tilted his head and squinted his eyes, thinking that Zhang Weisheng was going to beat him.

In an instant, Song Xun was tightly embraced in an equally cold embrace. The arms that were hugging him kept increasing in strength, making Song Xun feel as if he was imprisoned and panicked.

Zhang Weisheng was also soaked. He had been looking for Song Xun outside for nearly a day, and the umbrella was no longer of much use.

The moment he saw Song Xun, he thought to forget all the previous unpleasantness. He would not pursue the matter of Zhang Xiaoqi lying to him, since he had never succeeded anyway.

Feeling the person in his arms begin to struggle slightly, Zhang Weisheng let him go, with worry and displeasure faintly revealed between his brows, and asked: "Where have you been?"

If no one cared, no one was concerned, Song Xun wouldn't feel anything, but when faced with Zhang Weisheng's question, he couldn't help but pursed his lips, feeling a little aggrieved.

"I have nowhere to go and it's still raining outside."

Song Xun's tone was almost like concluding that Yu Lun outside was guilty of a heinous crime.

Zhang Weisheng was using the key to open the door, as if nothing had happened, and said casually, "You can continue to live here."

The key failed to align with the keyhole several times and successfully open the door.

Zhang Weisheng's hands were very steady and he never made such a small mistake. He frowned, a look of regret flashed across his face, as if he had compromised.

I said to myself, Zhang Weisheng, just admit it, you don’t want Zhang Xiaoqi to leave, you care about him a lot.