Brother Xia's favorite

Wu Xingye stared blankly and waited for a whole week, but Song Chen's package still hadn't been delivered to him.Wu Xingye couldn't sit still anymore, he walked around in Li Feng's bookstore irritably, squinting his eyes while turning around, trying hard to goug Song Chen.

Song Chen couldn't understand Wu Xingye's eyes at all. After dismissing the junior girls who came to buy water, Song Chen wiped his hands clean, and walked up to Wu Xingye with his legs crossed and his nose not nose and eyes not eyes, with a blank expression on his face. Cautiously asked: "Brother Xingye, what's the matter? Do you have something to do with me?"

Wu Xingye raised his eyebrows and glanced at Song Chen unhappily, and tapped his fingers on the table vigorously, which made Song Chen feel a little flustered for no reason.Wu Xingye knocked for a long time, but seeing that Song Chen still hadn't opened his mind, he cleared his throat and felt very embarrassed and asked directly: "Where's your package? Where did it go? Did you find another place to save money?" You lost Pu’s courier?”

Song Chen let out a small ah, and suddenly became nervous.Xia Yifeng hasn't returned to the coast yet, and he doesn't know if he has received the package. If he really encounters an unreliable courier company, then Song Chen's two months of hard work will be in vain.Being mentioned by Wu Xingye, Song Chen wandered around the bookstore uneasy for a long time. Li Feng could hear Song Chen talking to himself non-stop: "Is it really lost? Is it really?" lost it?"

Li Feng couldn't listen anymore, and reprimanded Wu Xingye at the top of his voice: "Okay, what are you scaring him for? It dazzles me like a headless chicken! It's not mailed to you, you have to worry more!"

Wu Xingye snorted, "How do you know it wasn't mailed to me?"

Li Feng almost laughed: "I don't know if someone else mailed it to my family? Hey Xiao Wu, you don't really think that Song Chen knitted the scarf for you, do you? Can you be more narcissistic?"

Wu Xingye's face turned dark immediately, he stared at Song Chen sharply and asked sadly, "Song Chen, did you mail the scarf to your family?"

Song Chen nodded blankly: "Yes? What's wrong?"

"What's the matter? You asked me what's the matter? Song Chen, you didn't give it to me?" Wu Xingye's face was a little distorted, the corners of his slightly drooping eyes raised fiercely, and he kicked the leg of the table fiercely. The kick made the table shake violently and made a loud noise.

Song Chen was even more confused, looking at the angry Wu Xingye who couldn't recall it: "Ah? Why should I give it to you? Don't you think my weaving is ugly?"

Li Feng felt sorry for his table, and hurried up to check the legs of the table to see if there was anything wrong with being kicked by Wu Xingye, while talking to Song Chen: "Hey, you two are going to make trouble, let me out, don't hit my shop I said Song Chen, if you don’t want to weave another one for Xiao Wu, you can see how hard he keeps coming over every day to guard. Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, move your feet over.”

Holding the fire, Wu Xingye retracted his legs a little bit and asked Li Feng to check the table. He felt that what Song Chen looked at at this time would be irritating: "Why don't I just say that you are ugly? You are already ugly and you are not allowed to knit. Did you say it? You only have such a small mind, and you can give it to others after a few words?"

Song Chen rubbed his heart and thought for a while, then nodded and admitted quickly: "I really only have a little mind, I've worked so hard to weave for so long, who wants to hear you talking about this ugly and that ugly every day? Brother Xingye, do you actually think that I am good at knitting, and you can’t bear to praise me? If you want one, you have to wait for me for another month. If I finish knitting, it will be cheaper for you, and the cost price will be a little more. Handwork fee Just do it."

Wu Xingye stood up abruptly, glared at Song Chen several times, then left with a wave of his arms full of anger.Song Chen blinked his eyes in confusion and innocently, looked at Li Feng who heaved a sigh of relief and stood up, asking for clarification: "Brother Li, what do you mean by Brother Xingye?"

"What do you mean?" Li Feng gave Song Chen a white look, "Song Gongji, can you not mention money? Are you going to die if you give him one?"

Song Chen thought aggrievedly, if he was going to die, he would die of pain. Cashmere yarn was expensive, and it would take a lot of time and energy to weave it. It wasn't Xia Yifeng.

Wu Xingye's little anger was quickly thrown away by Song Chen. Song Chen's mind was full of thoughts about when Xia Yifeng would receive the scarf he knitted, and whether Xia Yifeng would be very happy when he received the scarf.

Fortunately, the next day, Xia Yifeng called. Song Chen pressed the answer button nervously, and asked Xia Yifeng hopefully: "Brother, did you receive the package?"

Xia Yifeng took out the scarf from the package and hung it around his neck for a try, while grinning, he replied to Song Chen: "Got it, I'm wearing it, it's very warm, Song Chenchen, did you buy it for me?"

Song Chen pursed his lips and smiled softly: "No, it's not the one who bought it."

Xia Yifeng was a little surprised: "Didn't you buy it or did you weave it?"

"Yes! I wove it!" Song Chen yelled happily, "Brother, am I not that good?"

"Hey." Xia Yifeng was about to take action against Song Chen, "Amazing, Song Chenchen, you are so busy studying and working part-time that you still find time to learn this? Song Chenchen, you are amazing, you treat yourself as a decathlon Isn’t it? I told you to rest more and less torment you when I was farting?”

Xia Yifeng finished cursing, touched the thick and soft scarf with joy, and added a sentence just right: "But it's really well knitted, it looks very good, and I like it very much. Song Chenchen, you have worked hard. "

Song Chen's eye circles turned red immediately, Song Chen was not afraid of hard work or tiredness, but Song Chen couldn't stand Xia Yifeng's heartwarming words.Song Chen sniffed, trying not to shake his voice: "Brother, I don't work hard, as long as you like it." Song Chen paused, then lowered his voice and told Xia Yifeng, "I will wait here for your return. "

Xia Yifeng wore a scarf and smiled gratifiedly.

Senior Brother Ding called at the end of the year, and Song Chen had a bad feeling in his heart, and his face became more and more serious as Senior Brother Ding said.

"Junior Brother Song." Ding Ming thought about his choice of words, and told Song Chen as gently as possible, "Recently, I urged your uncle to have a full body checkup. Your uncle's kidney failure is more serious, and the complications are getting more and more serious. If you can’t find a suitable kidney source, you may have to be mentally prepared in advance. If your uncle has relatives at home, if you can call the hospital for a type match, try to call for it. Doesn’t your uncle have A real son? Has he been checked in the hospital?"

Song Chen's fingertips trembled a little: "Brother Ding, my brother's blood type is different from that of my uncle's, and my brother's kidney can't be used at all. Even if my brother is matched, my uncle will not agree. My uncle would rather die than take it." My brother's kidney. Brother Ding, I want to come back and have a look, my uncle and I both have blood type A, why don't I try it?"

Ding Ming sighed: "You have no blood relationship at all, the probability is too low, Junior Brother Song."

"Too low is better than nothing." Song Chen lowered his eyes, "Senior Brother Ding, I'll be back tomorrow."