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

In the hot summer, even the air is hot and dry.

The air conditioner in the room has been running for a long time, and the coolness in the room is completely different from outside.

Song Xun poked his head out from under the quilt and found that he was alone in the room again.

The appropriate body temperature can intensify people's laziness. Song Xun, who had just woken up, quickly closed his eyes again until the ringing of a cell phone woke him up again.

I picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers randomly, and then I heard a familiar voice.

"Breakfast is on the table, hurry up and eat."

Song Xun hummed while half asleep. Zhang Weisheng did not hang up the phone, as if he was used to it: "Don't sleep any more, get up now and have breakfast."

Song Xun narrowed his eyes and said to the phone, "Okay, I'm up now. I'm hanging up."

There was a dish cover on the table in the living room. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Song Xun sat down and opened it. Inside was steaming beef noodle soup, with a spoonful of red chili oil poured on it according to his taste. It looked very appetizing.

During this period, Zhang Weisheng always went out and usually came back after five in the evening. Song Xun didn't like to go out alone, so Zhang Weisheng discussed with a stir-fry restaurant downstairs that he often ate at and ordered a meal for noon every day, which was placed directly outside the door.

Song Xun only needs to open the door to get it.

After eating and drinking, Song Xun pulled a chair and sat by the window, then took out his cell phone to play games.

Such a life is indeed somewhat decadent, but it is exactly the lifestyle that Song Xun most expects. In a trance, it seems that he has realized his retirement plan and has become a lazy and inactive person.

Of course, Xianyu also has a special nanny who supervises him, and 996 tries to arouse Songxun's fighting spirit.

"Do you remember what you said at that time? Show your firm determination to complete the task. Don't let the short-term sugar-coated bullets erode your will."

Song Xun said how could it be the same, he had to sleep in the open air at that time, but now he can not only enjoy the air conditioning and play games, but also have all three meals included.

996 spat, "You are hopeless."

Song Xun was caught between gaming and 996, and briefly perfunctorily replied, "What can I do? Zhang Weisheng has paid off his debts now, and he is not short of money, so he will not choose to return to the Song family."

"It's not that simple." 996's words were ambiguous. He paused mysteriously for a moment and said, "Anyway, don't let me down later."

Song Xun's single-celled brain was unable to comprehend the meaning of words 996.

Zhang Weisheng, who usually came back on time at five o'clock, did not come back at ten o'clock today. Song Xun sent him a text message, but more than half an hour later he received a reply from the other party.

——No need to wait for me, I’ve ordered some food to be brought up, and then you can go to bed early after eating.

Song Xun stared at the message for two seconds, and combined with 996's words, he realized that something might have happened.

At half past twelve in the evening, Song Xun was awakened by the slight sound of a door opening.

The wooden door of the room had never been repaired, and no matter what we did, it was impossible to avoid making noise.

Song Xun got up and turned on the light.

Zhang Weisheng deliberately lowered his voice while picking up his own clothes. The sudden light made him look at Song Xun: "Did I wake you up?"

Song Xun shook his head and found that Zhang Weisheng was not in good condition.

His eyes were filled with red bloodshot, his hair was messy as if he had scratched it, and his whole state changed from being high-spirited and energetic to being depressed and decadent, as if something terrible had happened.

Zhang Weisheng picked up his clothes and said, "I'll go take a shower first, you continue to sleep."

Song Xun sat on the bed and thought about it for a while, then walked out of the room, looked at the lighted bathroom, and finally went into the kitchen.

Because Zhang Weisheng was busy, he usually packed dinner from outside and brought it home to eat at night. There was nothing in the refrigerator except eggs.

Song Xun boiled some water, cooked some noodles, and cracked two eggs into the water.

This time the results look much better than the first time, at least they look acceptable.

So when Zhang Weisheng came out of the bathroom, he saw Song Xun sitting at the dining table and a bowl of steaming freshly baked noodles.

Zhang Weisheng stopped walking, his gaze fixed on that spot.

Song Xun waved at him: "You probably haven't had dinner yet, you look very busy."

Zhang Weisheng sat down, picked up the chopsticks and lowered his head to eat noodles.

The taste is a bit bland, the water is a bit too little, and the soup has been absorbed.

A bowl of noodles that was not so successful, because of the person who manipulated it, was enough to smooth out all the dark vortices accumulated in Zhang Weisheng's heart.

After eating, Zhang Weisheng cleaned up the pots and pans and urged Song Xun to go back to his room to sleep.

The lights were turned off and Zhang Weisheng jumped onto the bed.

In the darkness, Song Xun heard Zhang Weisheng's breathing. It was not the smooth breathing of someone falling asleep. Zhang Weisheng turned around and suddenly hugged him, his voice low and suppressed.

"We may not be able to move so quickly."

Song Xun was stiff for a moment, and Zhang Weisheng hugged him very tightly, as if he was tightening his last straw and using all his strength.

Song Xun's head was forced to rest on Zhang Weisheng's chest and he heard the sound of his heart beating, again and again. At a certain moment, his heartbeat overlapped and resonated with Zhang Weisheng's.

At that moment, Song Xun felt as if he were experiencing the same discomfort and depression. He was overwhelmed by this emotion and didn't know what to do.

After that night, Zhang Weisheng became even busier. He went out early and came back late every day, often reeking of alcohol.

Song Xun only learned what happened from 996 later.

Song Weijiang officially began to take action.

The game developed by Zhang Weisheng was forcibly removed from the platform and his appeal was fruitless.

After all, the Song family has been in Hai City for many years, and their connections are enough to prevent Zhang Weisheng, who has just stood up and is acting alone, from getting up.

Song Xun certainly knew how much effort and hard work Zhang Weisheng had put in for this, but it was the person closest to him by blood who dealt him the fatal blow.

In 996's subsequent follow-up, Song Xun learned the final result.

The Song family clearly wanted to make things difficult for a young man, and no one would stand up for it. In this situation, Zhang Weisheng directly transferred the game to a competing company of the Song family and broke off relations with Song Weijiang.

During this period, the father and son met, but both of them had an unpleasant encounter.

Zhang Weisheng never told Song Xun about these things. Except for that night, there was nothing wrong with his behavior.

Song Xun felt that Zhang Weisheng might be running out of money, so he turned off the air conditioner and moved out the electric fan that was almost covered in dust.

When Zhang Weisheng came back at night, he felt the heat in the air, so he turned it on again and asked Song Xun why he didn't turn on the air conditioner.

Song Xun felt that he was showing off to cover up the fact that he was about to become a pauper again.

He grabbed the remote control and turned it off, then pointed the fan at the bedside: "It's almost getting cold now, why are you using the air conditioner?"

Zhang Weisheng looked at him and saw that he was sweating after just a few movements. He didn't say anything. He waited until Song Xun went out to take a shower, then turned on the air conditioner again and threw the remote control on top of the cabinet.