pick up cats

Song Limian was a little surprised when he received a call from a high school classmate.

After graduation, most of them chose to go to the coastal cities, and not many stayed in the local area. Even if some people returned to their hometowns after many years, they didn't have much contact with each other.

Originally, the two of them were just chatting casually. After a while, the other party mentioned the class reunion in a few days. Song Limian slowly threw away the mouse and slumped towards the ergonomic chair, the wheels making slight noises on the ground.

At that time, he was collecting recipes for fools on the Internet, and he was going to compile and package them and send them to Tong Ming. When he understood the other party's intentions, he suddenly lost his mood.

He clicked to save the document and threw it on the desktop.

Song Limian heard his voice respond as usual, but the person on the other side didn't directly explain his thoughts, but only asked him if he was free. Song Limian originally wanted to find an excuse, but the next second he thought it was meaningless.

Why bother.

The voice in the depths of the brain was not very persuasive, crazily conveying negative emotions, Song Limian involuntarily recalled the nightmare of the previous two days, as if through the distorted and deformed time, spying on the young man holding an incomplete heart Own.

——"It's fine if you like men."

——"Why do you want to disgust me?"

After a long time, the memory tends to blur, but those sharp emotions are easily retained. In his sleep, Song Limian was besieged by the speakers in the whole room, and he turned off all the volumes annoyed, but he couldn't turn off the harshest one. .

This scene without pictures made Song Limian's ears ringing for a long time after waking up.

He withdrew his thoughts, and originally wanted to reject the matter directly, but the person opposite guessed what Song Limian was thinking, and took the initiative to say: "Bai Yue is going too."

He added nervously: "I have no other meaning."

"I know." Song Limian was relieved when his thoughts were punctured, and he leaned over to open the window, hissing harshly, "You guessed that I wanted to ask this, so you just took the initiative to say it."

"...you still understand me so well." The person opposite sighed.

"So you should also be able to guess my answer." Song Limian said slowly, and smiled indifferently, but his expression was very cold, as if frost had not wiped off his face.

"I don't want to annoy you either. Everyone knows what happened back then." After a little hesitation, the other party gritted his teeth and said, "But... Bai Yue seems to be married, and he said he would bring someone with him."

"...Really." Song Limian's tone was calm.

"Everyone wanted to say forget it, just the few of us get together in private, and don't have to join in the fun with other people. But yesterday Sun Wan was chatting and got angry."

Sun Wan was the class monitor back then, and she always organized the class reunion. Before, she called to invite Song Limian. Every time Song Limian found an excuse to refuse, Sun Wan regretfully said goodbye next time.

Song Limian didn't have a deep impression of her, but Sun Wan was known for her cheerful personality, and basically never cheated on anyone, so it was a surprise that she could get angry.

Song Limian cooperatively asked what happened.

"She said, why?" Seeing that Song Limian was interested, the person opposite hurriedly said indignantly, "Yes, why!"

"Everyone wants to see you, why should you avoid him? He is like a normal person, he comes every time, shameless."

Song Limian didn't reply, and even wanted to laugh a little out of place.

He patiently waited for the other side to finish venting. Although the floor was not high, it was still cool after blowing on his face for a long time. Song Limian closed the window, and said "En" gently from time to time.

Since his student days, Song Limian has been gentle and good at empathy, and tried his best to tolerate everyone. Because of this personality of harming himself and benefiting others, he has always been popular.

So much so that when the embarrassing thing happened later, most people supported him.

Song Limian felt the old injury on his left arm in a daze, and looked back at the computer screen.

Several semi-overlapping dialog boxes kept popping up text, all of which were "are you there" and "how are you doing recently" from old classmates after many months.

They didn't say it explicitly, but the implication was obvious.

Even people who didn't have a deep relationship with Song Limian came to ask, presumably it was the bad debt many years ago that aroused their desire to join in the fun.

Besides, one of the main characters is married.

According to other people's words, Bai Yue has never talked about that matter in recent years, even if someone brought it up deliberately, Bai Yue would pretend that it had nothing to do with him.

Maybe it's really forgotten. After so many years, things that don't care are easily forgotten.

Song Limian lowered his eyes.

He didn't have a strong desire for revenge, and the reason why he was brooding back then was just regretting his own stupidity.

Now he can tell it as a joke, and he doesn't mind being a talking point, but the latest nightmare still bothers him.

After all, it was a bit difficult to calm down.

He fell onto the bed, and the soft pillow wrapped the back of his head. He heard himself ask calmly, "How long is the reunion time?"

Deng!

Throwing the picked up steel pipe casually, the delinquent boy who was thrown down immediately ate a mouthful of ashes.

Holding the newly cut bullet head, Zhou Xiao saw the tendency of the fallen enemy to stand up again, so he didn't even want to rush over.

He slammed onto the opponent's back, his legs caught the opponent's body, and the delinquent boy couldn't move.

Song Limian took off the cigarette that had been in his mouth for 10 minutes, and stuffed it back into the case. He wanted to praise Zhou Xiao's agility, but he was worried that it would affect Zhou Xiao's performance, so he just stood aside and squinted his eyes.

The delinquent boy fell to the ground, unable to stand up under the pressure of Zhou Xiao's burly body, and suddenly grinned his teeth and began to behave miserably.

The corner of Song Limian's mouth twitched, he realized something immediately, and sighed.

He grabbed back the windbreaker that was worn on the arm of a certain younger brother, and smoothed the wrinkles after putting it on.

The delinquent boy was still crying and howling, begging Zhou Xiao to "stop pressing".

Zhou Xiao seemed to be quite satisfied with his fighting power, he grabbed the opponent's dazzling green hair in a similar manner, and his expression was pretending to be ruthless.

Song Limian rubbed his temples, but still walked over and pulled him up.

Zhou Xiao was a little unconvinced, raised his head and stared at Song Limian.

"If you don't get up again, you should be crushed to death." Song Limian ignored the figure staggering and running away from the corner of his eye, and sighed, "Are you getting fat again?"

On the way back, Zhou Xiao was always depressed.

"...I'm joking." Song Limian comforted him, "You're just overdressed."

Zhou Xiao looked at the dirty white T-shirt sullenly, and then moved his eyes to Song Limian's light gray underwear and windbreaker jacket, feeling even more depressed.

Song Limian coughed a few times and looked away.

"Hey, Brother Mian." Turning around the corner, the goldfish-brained Zhou Xiao retracted his frustration and said excitedly.

"Don't call me that," Song Limian raised his eyelids and corrected him, "It sounds limp and lacks momentum."

"Then what should you call it?" Zhou Xiao stroked the hair on the top of his head, looking rather distressed.

Song Limian didn't know what to think of, suddenly took out his phone and tapped a few times, and said casually, "Didn't you call me Brother Li before?"

"No." Zhou Xiao's expression instantly became miserable.

A smile suddenly appeared from the corner of Song Limian's eyes, and he gave a thumbs up while asking the reason.

Tong Ming shared a link, and he deliberately added a sentence about the big rewards for the opening of a certain bathing club: Who will accompany me?

Song Limian felt that this was not like the circle of friends that Tong Ming would post, so he clicked on the link and found the lottery requirement at the end——

One is to share the link, and the other is to accompany the text "Who will go with me".

Song Limian withdrew, and commented on "I" in a strange way.

"Last night, my friend and I went to eat skewers, and there is a KTV next door." Zhou Xiao didn't observe his series of expressions, and continued to explain plaintively, "We drank for three hours, and the man howled for three hours, from head to toe The ending is Lige! And it's all out of tune!"

"...What does that have to do with me?" Song Limian didn't respond.

"It's mainly because I dreamed at night, and I dreamed that Brother Li, you poured me wine and said, if you can't finish blowing three dozen in one breath, you will punish me to sing Li Song for three hours." Zhou Xiao took a deep breath, and suddenly sped up his speech, " If you don't sing Lige, you don't give Lige face, if you don't give Lige face, you have to sing Lige... You repeated this sentence at least ten times! It's like saying a tongue twister!"

The younger brother followed Quan laughing crazy.

Zhou Xiao wailed and said, "Anyway, I can't pronounce those two words. If it really doesn't work, Brother Mian, you can change your name."

A group of people leaned forward and backward to the crossroads before dispersing one by one.

Song Limian stood at the corner of the street, and took the trouble to tell everyone to remember to send messages when they got home, as considerate as a kindergarten teacher.

Before Zhou Xiao left, he was still struggling with how to address Song Limian, but Song Limian slapped him on the back lightly, and he walked away humming the song.

Song Limian shook his head, put his phone into his pocket, turned around and saw a boy with a short hair, still standing there.

"Li Huairen." He secretly sighed and called him over.

Li Huairen's eyes were bloodshot, and he squinted a little, which looked more pervasive.

I don't know if it's because he didn't sleep well again, or who made him wronged.

He stared at Song Limian, seemed to hesitate for a while, and then moved over with his dry and cracked lips.

Song Limian met Li Huairen not long ago when he was teaching a bunch of middle school students who were making trouble out of nothing.

Li Huairen was 17 years old. After compulsory education ended, he dropped out of school due to family reasons. The only family left was his seriously ill mother.

Song Limian tried to help him, but it was a pity that Li Huairen's character was too strong, he felt that accepting donations was a shameful thing, and anyone who mentioned it would scold him.

Song Limian had known him for a short time, but he was keenly aware of the problems with the education the young man received.

Li Huairen is paranoid about things, has a strange way of thinking, and the bottom line in his heart fluctuates up and down. It seems that as long as he doesn't get something for nothing, he can do anything.

This is also the reason why he almost beat someone to death with a group of seniors.

Song Limian's forehead twitched, and he rubbed it tiredly, thinking that the nearest child was getting more and more troublesome.

He looked up at Li Huairen's strange eyes, and tried his best to smile friendlyly.

These days, the other younger brothers don't treat him very much. Apart from his taciturn and gloomy personality, there is also his inverted triangular eye shape, which always makes people uncomfortable.

Song Limian touched the goose bumps that popped up involuntarily, and felt that the other party must not be blamed for such a natural thing.

"How's the part-time job going?" Song Limian counted five red tickets, and added five more when he was young.

"I didn't do it." Li Huairen's vocal cords seemed to have been ground by sand, "The arrest has been strict recently, and the boss dare not continue to use minors."

"Really?" Song Limian paused, and asked casually, "Then, you still don't want to go to the place I introduced?"

Li Huairen shook his head slowly and stubbornly.

Song Limian didn't force it, he got up and slapped the banknotes into his palm, saying: "For the service fee, take it first."

"Brother Song," Li Huairen's fingers were slightly blackened, and he felt uncomfortable holding the red banknote, "I didn't do anything just now, how can I..."

"Hush." ​​Song Limian raised his index finger, gestured for silence, and comforted him, "Don't worry, I didn't give you alms. It's my reward in advance."

"Didn't you contact a rich second generation?" Song Limian smiled, "It is said that you need help with something?"