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

Before going to bed, Song Xun set an alarm on his phone for 7:50.

He kept the plot arrangement in mind, saying hello when he woke up early, and saying goodnight before going to bed, so as not to let the target of the mission snatch his life away from him.

The competent and dedicated Song Xun was not woken up by the alarm clock the next day, but was woken up by a phone call at six o'clock.

The contact person is Meng Qing's mother.

Song Xun picked up the phone a little slowly.

Meng Qing's mother, Wang Zhidan, is a single mother. She raised Meng Qing alone in the early years. She married Zhang Jianwen when Meng Qing was ten years old and gave birth to his half-brother within a year.

With Meng Qing as a burden, Wang Zhidan has never been welcomed by Zhang Jianwen's family, and she treats Meng Qing, an outsider, even more unkindly.

This situation became worse after Zhang Dongwang was born.

Meng Qing left there after he became able to make money. Perhaps out of guilt, Wang Zhidan rarely contacted him over the years.

Why would he suddenly call me today, so early in the morning?

Finger presses the on button.

Immediately, a woman's crying voice was heard from the other side, and the sound was intermittent.

"Xiaoqing, please help mom, I really have no other choice..."

"Mom knows it's not easy for you either. Consider it as your uncle has raised you for two years, so please help us."

"I don't know how to ..."

Song Xun interrupted the woman's incoherent speech, slowed down his tone, and delivered his voice clearly.

"Don't worry, you can tell me what's going on."

It seemed that these words had a soothing effect, and Wang Zhidan calmed down a little.

"Your uncle had an argument with me last night and didn't come home. I just received a call and found out that he got drunk that night and broke someone's bones."

"Including the medical expenses, that person wants 50,000 before he is willing to settle the matter privately. Otherwise, he will have to do an injury assessment and put your uncle in jail."

"Your uncle has been detained now. He was laid off by his company two years ago, and the family can only scrape together 20,000 yuan."

"Xiaoqing, can you help me..."

"Just think of it as mommy owing you something first. If your uncle really goes to jail, this family will be completely ruined."

"can."

Wang Zhidan wanted to say more, but a yes blocked all her words, as if she was unsure of the authenticity of the promise.

She asked cautiously, "Xiaoqing, do you agree?"

Song Xun supported himself on the bed with one hand and sat up: "Send me your bank card number and I will transfer it to you."

"Okay, okay." Wang Zhidan responded, "I'll send you the card number right away."

The call was hung up.

Song Xun went to the live broadcast platform and withdrew all his earnings, barely collecting 30,000 yuan.

He paid off all his credit card debts two days ago and now doesn't have much money on hand.

Wang Zhidan is Meng Qing's mother and raised him alone. Just for this reason, it is reasonable and moral that she should raise the money.

As for Zhang Jianwen, although his family treated Meng Qing badly, they did make room for Meng Qing to eat and sleep, which they considered as rent. It was convenient to be able to solve the problem with money.

Song Xun had no reluctance and transferred all the money in the card.

Wang Zhidan did not reply to the message, probably because he was in a hurry to get the money to deal with it.

Looking at the empty balance, Song Xun lay back down in the quilt.

Now he was really a poor little man with nothing. He tried to find the joy in his misery and thought that at least he could lie to Jiang Shunchuan and relieve himself of some psychological burden.

Songxun, who had no money, ate noodles for two days in a row.

I was so miserable that I couldn't even find an egg.

Jiang Shunchuan's transfer red envelope was still lying quietly in the mobile phone. Song Xun tried several times to try but was scolded by 996.

"Why are you eating noodles again?"

Song Xun, who was just about to go down, was startled by the sound.

His roommate always walked silently, worked overtime for irregular hours, was full of resentment, and had a certain ghostly physique.

Song Xun turned around with the noodles in his hand and looked at Xu Jiayan, who was staring at him with a frown on his face and looked unhappy: "I'll only eat for these two days."

Xu Jiayan looked disgusted: "Two days? Aren't you bored?"

Song Xun: “Not bad.” It would have been better if there was an egg.

Xu Jiayan was speechless and suddenly stepped forward to turn off Song Xun's induction cooker.

Song Xun stood aside and watched his actions, wanting to ask him why he turned off his induction cooker, but Xu Jiayan did not give Song Xun a chance to ask. He directly took the noodles from his hand and threw them on the cupboard, then pulled him away.

Xu Jiayan was half a head taller than Song Xun, at 1.83 meters tall, so it was easy for him to pull Song Xun.

His roommate was thinner than the average man and had a smaller frame.

Xu Jiayan only felt that the other person's arm was very soft. When he grabbed it, the arm went soft and sank. It felt very comfortable even through the clothes.

His palms felt hot involuntarily, and Xu Jiayan took bigger steps.

Song Xun was dragged down the stairs. He shook his arm several times but failed to get rid of it. He asked angrily, "What are you doing?"

Xu Jiayan let go of his hand and put his hands in his pockets: "I'll take you to dinner."

Song Xun stood still: "You go by yourself, I won't go."

Compared to going out to eat with people he didn't know well, he would rather eat noodles quietly in his room alone, but Xu Jiayan's behavior of pulling him out regardless of the consequences disrupted everything.

"You're such a weird person. You don't even want to be invited to dinner." Xu Jiayan stood in front of Song Xun and lost his temper: "Then think of it as accompanying me out for a meal, okay? It's boring for me to eat alone."

Song Xun raised his eyes to look at him, and saw that he was standing there, staring at him motionlessly, with a very persistent look.

So he said slowly: "Okay, I'll invite you back next time."

Xu Jiayan was about to say, "Is it that serious?", but suddenly he thought of something and swallowed his words back, and agreed immediately, "Okay."

Under the food stall, Xu Jiayan moved two red plastic stools over and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

Song Xun took the stool: "Orange juice, thank you."

Xu Jiayan seemed surprised by this choice. He raised his eyebrows and rummaged through the drinks cabinet, finally finding a bottle of orange juice in the corner.

A bottle of orange juice and a can of beer were placed heavily next to Song Xun's hand.

He glanced at the beer and said to Xu Jiayan, "I don't drink."

Xu Jiayan: "It's just ordinary beer. You're a grown man, what's wrong with you drinking it?"

Song Xun felt that he was scolding him indirectly, and he got a little angry. He pretended to be heroic, opened the can, tilted his head back and drank it in one gulp.

He drank too fast and some of the foam went into his trachea. He tried hard not to cough and looked at Xu Jiayan with a strong desire to prove something.

Xu Jiayan didn't say anything, just stared at him.

Song Xun was a little confused. At this time, the boss put the skewers on the table. Before leaving, he glanced at Song Xun, then looked at the half-full beer on the table, and said with a smile: "Young man, you can get so drunk on beer."

Song Xun didn't react at first, until he touched his face and found that it was hot.

This made him a little depressed, so he lowered his head and concentrated on eating the skewers, without even touching the beer on the table.

Xu Jiayan ate casually, glancing at Song Xun sitting opposite him from time to time.

In such a food stall full of the atmosphere of fireworks, the people opposite are inexplicably detached from the hustle and bustle. Even when they are eating skewers, their movements are gentle and graceful, revealing their seriousness. As I watch them, I become absorbed in it, and my heart also calms down.

A bell rang, shattering Xu Jiayan's wild thoughts.

A voice came from the other side.

It is a message ringtone set for a special contact.