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

Song Xun had thought about what would happen to him when the truth was revealed. He had thought that Jiang Shunchuan would take action, but he had never thought that it would be like this.

Things were heading in a direction he could not have anticipated.

Song Xun held Jiang Shunchuan's arms with both hands to restrict his movements: "Can you calm down a little, let's talk properly."

Jiang Shunchuan pulled his hand out easily. Because of the urgency and roughness of his action, the sound of clothes being torn echoed in the room.

Song Xun tried to save his clothes, but couldn't withstand Jiang Shunchuan's destructive power.

Jiang Shunchuan placed his hands on Song Xun's neck, his body completely frozen.

Because of the live broadcast, the curtains in the room were closed and no light could get in.

In such a gloomy environment, Song Xun's exposed skin was shining, and his chest was cold and flat.

Jiang Shunchuan recalled that the night he came to stay at his place was also just as white.

He let go of the man silently and stood up.

He took a last look at the lying Song Xun, whose expression was wooden as if he had been severely shocked, and staggered back away.

The only person in the room was Song Xun, who was holding his clothes and crawling out of bed, like a bullied, half-naked rag doll.

After that day, Song Xun never saw Jiang Shunchuan again.

The things in room 1204 were moved out one after another, but the owner of the house never showed up.

Soon, the door was locked and no one lived there anymore.

Every time Song Xun passed by the corridor, he couldn't help but look back.

Probably many habits are developed naturally.

Just like every time Song Xun passed by here in the past, Jiang Shunchuan would locate him accurately like a radar, open the door and pull Song Xun, who wanted to go back to his room, into his room.

And now, this door has never been opened again.

It seemed that everything was back on track. Jiang Shunchuan shouldn't have been here, in such an old and unsoundproof rental house.

For unknown reasons, Jiang Shunchuan didn't seem to want to pursue the matter. No one revealed the truth about his live broadcast in women's clothing. Except that the owner of 1204 disappeared, everything was calm.

But Song Xun still terminated the live broadcast. He was not passionate about this job in the first place. At first, it was just a medium to get in touch with Jiang Shunchuan.

As the weather gets colder, you have to be fully armed when going out.

Song Xun wrapped himself up like a ball, wearing a large black down jacket, gloves, and a hat.

As the end of the year approaches, there are fewer and fewer people on the streets, and even the footsteps on the road become clearer.

Song Xun, who had been staying in the house for a long time, actually felt bored, so he decided to go out. However, there were few people coming and going outside at this time of year, and it was inexplicably cold.

Arriving at a small shop, Song Xun ordered a bowl of cross-bridge rice noodles. He put one hand in his pocket and used the other hand to pick up some noodles for himself.

The voices of the boss and his wife drifted out from the kitchen.

"I have to go home early today. Have you finished shopping?"

"Don't worry, everything is ready. We'll close early today."

Song Xun ate faster, then paid the bill and left.

The next night, New Year's Eve, two unexpected people showed up.

Wang Zhidan appeared outside the door holding the excited Zhang Dongwang's hand and carrying a food box in one hand.

"I made you some dumplings."

Song Xun was stunned for a moment and invited the two to come in.

Wang Zhidan opened the lunch box and said, "I thought you were alone and couldn't cook, so I prepared some food in advance. You can try it."

Song Xun took the chopsticks and took a bite.

"delicious."

Hearing this comment, Wang Zhidan smiled with tears in her eyes: "As long as it tastes good, I'll bring it to you next time."

Zhang Dongwang, who came with them, was restless and almost tore down Song Xun's little house.

The two of them didn't have much time to stay, as Wang Zhidan had to go back to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. Although Zhang Dongwang was unhappy, he didn't make a fuss anymore.

Before leaving, Song Xun stopped her and said, "You told me last time to live my life well. I hope you will follow your words as well. Don't worry about me and live your life well."

Wang Zhidan turned his back to him, his shoulders trembling, and responded in a low voice.

According to 996, Meng Qing's soul was nowhere to be found before Song Xun came to this world. Perhaps it had fled out of the small world, or its spiritual body had been erased.

Song Xun’s mission in this world is almost completed. When he logs off, his traces will gradually disappear, along with Meng Qing’s.

So there are some things he still wants to say.

After the Spring Festival, Xu Jiayan, who had a rare holiday, ended his short rest and rushed here from his hometown.

Thinking that he still owed the other party a meal, Song Xun took the initiative to invite him.

Xu Jiayan agreed.

Song Xun chose a Chinese restaurant that he and Jiang Shunchuan often went to. Previously, it was Jiang Shunchuan who made reservations and chose seats. It was not until he went there once that Song Xun realized how popular this restaurant was.

The reservation was scheduled for three days later, so I had to wait.

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In the early morning of the fifteenth day, Jiang Shunchuan wiped the photo frame that was thrown into the utility room and placed it directly opposite the bedside.

It seems that only in this way can the sleepless night be filled with a touch of brightness.

Jiang Shunchuan leaned against the head of the bed, staring at the photo in a daze.

He left Linshi with a heart full of anger and a feeling of helplessness and deception, and vowed never to set foot in the city that made him sad again.

During these days, Jiang Shunchuan forced himself not to think about it and did not allow himself to have any urge to look back.

He tried to get back his previous life, racing against the wind on the track, going out for drinks and meals with friends, and trying to fill his life with all kinds of things.

But why is the hole in my heart getting bigger and bigger...

He didn't understand.

The complete loss of control happened the night before, when a scene began to appear frequently in his dreams.

In the dim room, with the curtains closed, the boy looked as if he was being bullied. His thin eyelids were stained with rouge, as if he would be forced to cry in the next second.

Under the clothes that he tore, the slightly trembling shoulders and white collarbones were all displayed before his eyes, forming a vivid oil painting.

When he woke up again, Jiang Shunchuan walked into the bathroom with a stiff face.

This situation is gradually becoming more frequent.

Everyone in the Jiang family noticed the changes in Jiang Shunchuan. After less than four months of traveling, he seemed like a different person and became calmer all of a sudden.

Jiang's father suggested that he go to work in the company, and Jiang Shunchuan agreed.

This change made Jiang Wan feel uncomfortable. She rarely thought she was wrong, but she began to feel a little regretful.

Would the situation have been much better if she hadn't gotten involved at the time?

Jiang's mother, who was really worried about her son, went to talk to Jiang Shunchuan, but got this response: "If I like men, will you accept it?"

She was so frightened that she ended the conversation right there.

Jiang's mother digested this information for a long time at home, and finally found Jiang Shunchuan.

"If you've been doing this during this period because you met someone you like, but he's a man, then mom supports you."

"Mom wants you to be happy. Don't go against your heart and don't be anxious or depressed. This is just a normal emotional tendency. Don't feel ashamed."

The day after this conversation.

When the aunt knocked on Jiang Shunchuan's door to remind him to go downstairs for dinner, there was no response.

When I opened the door, it was empty inside, there was no one there.