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

Starting from November, the lowest temperature dropped to zero degrees.

Song Xun didn't want to get up. He stayed in the quilt, curled up like a cocoon, and sent messages to Jiang Shunchuan.

In half a month, he had discovered that Jiang Shunchuan was unexpectedly easy to talk to.

To put it bluntly, it's easy to fool.

Song Xun was just about to reply to Jiang Shunchuan's daily question "What are you doing?" and was about to say that he was cooking when a message from Wang Zhidan popped up.

——Xiaoqing, can you go home tomorrow?

Song Xun stared at the message for almost half a minute, but still refused.

It is undeniable that he is not very good at getting along with his family members and is resistant to it in his heart.

——I haven’t thanked you properly for what happened last time. Your uncle has been talking about you all the time, and mom bought a lot of your favorite dishes.

Song Xun got up from the bed, opened the airtight curtains, and was dazzled by the light outside.

After thinking for a moment, he lowered his head and replied to the message.

——Don't bother, as long as the problem is solved.

Song Xun always habitually agreed to others' requests, but he was unwilling to do so in his heart. This time he chose to follow his own ideas.

He thought the matter was over, but he didn't expect that Wang Zhidan would call him directly the next day.

"Xiaoqing, can you come over? Mommy really misses you."

"I know you hate your mother for abandoning you. I couldn't do anything at the time. Your brother had just been born and he would cry and make a fuss whenever he got up. I really couldn't leave..."

"You've been gone for such a long time, can't you come back to see your mother?"

Wang Zhidan is a woman with the charm of Jiangnan water, and she looks gentle and weak at first glance. Her personality is also like that. After her husband died in an accident, she raised Meng Qing alone, which was extremely difficult for her.

Later, after marrying Zhang Jianwen, she completely focused on her new husband and agreed to send her son to a full-time boarding closed school. This was the beginning of the estrangement between the two.

As Wang Zhidan spoke, she began to cry again.

Song Xun finally couldn't resist and agreed.

Zhang Jianwen's family lives in the neighboring city, in an old residential area that is somewhat old.

There was a fruit shop outside the community, and Song Xun picked some strawberries and winter dates.

Zhang Jianwen's home is in the innermost building, room 602 on the sixth floor.

Song Xun knocked on the door and waited for a moment before the door was opened.

He was a boy of about twelve or thirteen years old, and his height had already reached Song Xun's chest.

The boy at the door stared at Song Xun, curiosity and exploration in his eyes.

Zhang Dongwang has always been skeptical about the fact that he has a brother. After all, as far as he can remember, he has never seen his so-called brother appear at home.

Song Xun used a more formal greeting: "Hello."

Zhang Dongwang glanced at him, turned his head and shouted inside: "Mom, Xiaoqing is here!"

A woman hurried out of the kitchen, wiped her wet hands on her apron, and first lectured Zhang Dongwang: "Why are you yelling? You should call him brother."

Then he looked at Song Xun a little stiffly: "Come in quickly, the meal will be ready soon."

Song Xun nodded at her and glanced at the entrance: "Do you need to change your shoes?"

"No need, we all have shoes on. Come in and sit down." Wang Zhidan stepped back two steps to let him in.

Song Xun placed the fruit on the coffee table and sat down.

Not only was Wang Zhidan reserved, he was also a little at a loss.

Wang Zhidan glanced at the fruits on the coffee table: "It would be fine if you just came, why did you bring things with you? They are all at home."

Song Xun: "I saw it on the road and bought some."

In fact, both parties knew that Wang Zhidan's words were just polite remarks, and Meng Qing was never included in the description of his own family.

But no one will deliberately reveal it.

Wang Zhidan took out cherries from the refrigerator, washed them and placed them in front of Song Xun: "You eat first, I'll go cook."

"Thank you."

There were only two people left in the living room. Zhang Dongwang sat down next to Song Xun and took the plate of cherries in his hands.

“My grandma bought this for me.”

Song Xun glanced at him without much reaction.

The price of cherries in this season is quite expensive, which shows that Li Guizhi really treasures her grandson.

Wang Dongwang stuffed cherries into his mouth one by one, looking very protective of his food. He stared at Song Xun's expressionless face and suddenly made a move with his hand.

A bright red cherry was suddenly placed next to his lips. Song Xun instinctively dodged it and leaned back to look at Zhang Dongwang.

Seeing him avoid it, Zhang Dongwang was a little unhappy: "Do you want to eat it? I'll share one with you."

Song Xun calmly moved away and said, "Just eat it yourself, you don't have to give it to me."

He didn't understand Zhang Dongwang's personality, so he didn't know how stubborn Zhang Dongwang was. The more others rejected him, the more he wanted to stand out.

Song Xun looked at him with his eyes rolling around, but he didn't realize the seriousness of the problem until Zhang Dongwang pounced on him like a calf with a weight of over 100 pounds.

Zhang Dongwang threw himself at Song Xun, acting like a tyrant and saying, "No, you have to eat too."

Song Xun was so miserable being pressed down that he secretly sighed that the child's personality was indeed capricious. He compromised and said, "Okay, you go down first."

Zhang Dongwang smiled victoriously, shook his head and sat back in his seat, and generously pushed the whole plate of cherries in front of Song Xun, and did not stop until he saw him eat them.

"My grandma said you were a loser and told me not to be like you when I grow up."

Zhang Dongwang suddenly said, his eyes were fixed on Song Xun's face, but he found that the other party's expression was still calm and indifferent, so he couldn't help but ask: "Hey, aren't you angry?"

Maybe Song Xun was used to being a lazy person, so he didn't feel much when he heard these words. Besides, he wouldn't argue with a child. He was just influenced by what adults said. The real problem lies with the person who said these words.

Zhang Dongwang swung his legs and looked at Song Xun with curiosity in his eyes.

According to his grandmother's description, Meng Qing has always been a bad person, which led to Zhang Dongwang's impression of his brother who never showed up being mostly negative.

But when I met him today, he was not at all as hideous as my grandma described.

His brother is very handsome and has a nice voice, but he just doesn't like to talk to people.

Zhang Dongwang was a little depressed. He stared at Song Xun and asked, "Why don't you go home?"

Faced with this question, Song Xun felt that there was no need to talk too much with the child about some things, so he said: "I have to work and don't have time to come back."

"Then you won't take a day off? Everyone else has time."

"You didn't even come back for Chinese New Year. You just don't want to go home."

"Why? Isn't it better to go home?"

Zhang Dongwang had a lot of questions and was not as easy to answer as Song Xun had imagined.

Fortunately, the sound of the door opening outside saved him.

Li Guizhi and Zhang Jianwen, mother and son, are back.