I won't chase you a second time

Jiang Wensong originally thought that maybe he could recall a lot of memories in Songfeng, but the facts always seemed to be unsatisfactory.

Not only did he fail to remember, but the frequency of forgetting things seemed to be getting more and more frequent.

I usually drink milk tea with three-point sweetness, but today I want seven-point sweetness. After taking a sip of sweetness, my mouth feels greasy before I suddenly remember my own taste.

Jiang Wensong thought that maybe he hadn't been able to take the medicine on time these few days, so at night when He Mingxu was taking a bath, he took out the medicine bottle and took the medicine with mineral water.

After taking the medicine, when Jiang Wensong was sitting in a chair in a daze, Jiang Yuantao called again.

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone was still harsh, Jiang Wensong tilted his head to look at the lit screen of the mobile phone, reached for the mobile phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello? Wen Song? Is your tour over?" The other side of the phone was still very noisy.

"No."

"Oh...that's it..." Jiang Yuantao sounded a little disappointed.

Jiang Wensong looked out the window and asked him, "Where are you now?"

"Me? I... I'm eating in a restaurant..." Jiang Yuantao hesitated.

"No, I'm asking you, are you still Song Bong?"

"Ah... yes, we are here, in Songfeng." After Jiang Yuantao finished speaking, he cursed at someone in a low voice, and there was a noisy chatter on the other side of the phone.

Jiang Wensong frowned and continued, "Let's meet."

Jiang Yuantao didn't seem to hear clearly for a while, so he asked again.

Jiang Wensong finished talking with the time and address, and hung up the phone without asking if he could.

He Mingxu came out of the bathroom.

He and He Mingxu originally planned to continue playing in Songfeng for a few days, but He Mingxu's training camp was suddenly notified ahead of schedule, so it was a pity that he had to end the trip.

But Jiang Wensong decided to stay alone for a few more days.

"What are you doing staying alone?" He Mingxu asked him while packing his luggage casually.

"Stroll around casually." Jiang Wensong followed suit to pack his luggage.

"You can stay in my room, no one is home, it's okay." He Mingxu tidied up for a while, then dropped his things and didn't want to deal with them.

"My hotel is already booked."

He Mingxu stopped talking sullenly.

The next day, Jiang Wensong sent He Mingxu, who was in a bad mood, to the airport, and carried his luggage to the new hotel by himself.

The time agreed with Jiang Yuantao is tomorrow. In the afternoon, Jiang Wensong lay lazily in the hotel all afternoon, playing games and taking a nap. It was not until the night fell that he sat on the tatami mat in the room, watching the lights flickering traffic flow, while calculating the arrival time of his takeaway.

When the takeaway arrived, He Mingxu also went to City S where he was training, and sent Jiang Wensong a nice picture of the airport, so Jiang Wensong held up his mobile phone and took a blurry picture of the takeaway food for him.

Jiang Wensong didn't know if others were so boring and clingy when they were in a relationship, but he found that He Mingxu was really clingy.

Although more often it was just a picture, but the frequency of sending messages was very high. The next day, Jiang Wensong slept in and didn't reply. When he woke up, he turned on his phone and found that He Mingxu took a picture on WeChat of his head dying.

Jiang Wensong held the phone and changed his own photo.

After a while, a new message popped up on the message interface.

"He Mingxu patted your belly and was sent flying."

Jiang Wensong brushed his teeth and made himself laugh.

After a while, He Mingxu sent him a message and asked Jiang Wensong to pat him.

Jiang Wensong moved his fingers.

"You patted He Mingxu on the shoulder and asked if it was Jiang Wensong's husband?"

"???" Jiang Wensong threw a black question mark over, "Hurry up and change it, what if someone else shoots you?!"

After a while, He Mingxu didn't reply to the message, Jiang Wensong looked at the time, probably started training again.

It was almost time for him and Jiang Yuantao to agree.

Jiang Wensong arrived at the agreed place 5 minutes early and ordered a cup of his favorite coffee.

Maybe it's because the coffee tastes good, but Jiang Wensong's mood is quite relaxed, watching the people coming and going outside the window, the street fingers caressing the cup unconsciously, waiting for a long time without knowing it.

Jiang Yuantao came late, and sat down opposite Jiang Wensong with some embarrassment.

As if wanting to avoid embarrassment, Jiang Yuantao was very kind.

"Oh son, have you grown up so much?" Jiang Wensong's tone was strangely familiar.

Jiang Yuantao said to himself, and after a while, he probably wanted to defend himself, and said with guilt on his face: "Alas... Dad couldn't help it before, he did a lot of wrong things, and we heard Song eat so much. How bitter."

Seeing that Jiang Wensong seemed unwilling to say more, he quickly changed the subject, "Are you okay with your sister-in-law?"

"Very good." Jiang Wensong's fingers were still stroking the wall of the cup, not feeling sad.

"That's good." Jiang Yuantao nodded, as if he wanted to exchange some pleasantries.

It's just that without saying a few words, the topic turned to business.

As if to prove himself, he assuredly said: "Don't worry, I definitely didn't borrow usury this time, so Wen Song, look at this..."

Jiang Wensong looked at Jiang Yuantao who was sitting opposite him, hesitant to speak.

He was past middle age, his temples had already turned white, but his eyes were bright when he looked at Jiang Wensong, as if he was eagerly waiting for his reply.

Jiang Wensong thought about why he came to see Jiang Yuantao today for a short dozen seconds.

Although I can no longer understand what I thought at the time, Jiang Wensong felt like a stone fell to the ground at the moment he saw it.

He thought about it, probably there is still family affection.

Jiang Wensong is not short of money, his sister-in-law gave him a lot of pocket money, plus the bonuses he saved from various competitions, Jiang Yuantao wants to borrow a lot of money, but it is not impossible to borrow.

He looked at Jiang Yuantao and nodded slowly.

But when he saw Jiang Yuantao's happy expression, he was not too happy. Jiang Wensong said, Dad, stop gambling.

"Okay, okay, I will pay back the money, and I will definitely not gamble!" Jiang Yuantao patted the table angrily.

Jiang Wensong looked at him, but couldn't see how much sincerity was in these words.

When the two parted, Jiang Yuantao said that there was something urgent and a friend came to pick him up, he hurried into a black car parked by the side of the road, and waved to Jiang Wensong before leaving.

Jiang Wensong stood where he was, watching the black car disappear from sight in a flash, and stood there for a long time.

Even though he just went to see him today, Jiang Wensong felt very tired. He went back to the hotel, ate and took medicine, and then fell asleep sleepily.

He also forgot to remind He Mingxu again and quickly changed the pai pat.

After training in another city, He Mingxu didn't have much time to look at his phone, so he went to the cafeteria with his teammates to eat with his training bag.

Until the meal, the senior sitting across from him asked He Mingxu.

"Your wife's name is Jiang Wensong?" The senior looked at the training group that exploded.

He Mingxu didn't panic when he heard this, and nodded frankly.

"Fuck! When did He Mingxu leave the order?!"

"I fucking thought you'd never fall in love again."

"Is it the school belle? Which school is it from? Do you have a photo?"

He Mingxu didn't answer, and ate on his own.

"Hiss," the senior tilted his head and muttered in a noisy voice, "Why does this feel like a boy's name?"