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

Chapter 214 Real World 4

"I'm going back." Song Xun stood up and said slowly.

Lin Xihua and Song Mian were both stunned.

"Stop right there." Lin Xihua reacted and flew into a rage, "If you dare to walk out of this door today, don't come back. I will just pretend that I don't have a son like you."

This is too strong to say.

Song Mian stepped forward and held Song Xun: "Don't listen to mom's nonsense. She is like this when she is angry. She can't control her mouth."

Lin Xihua turned around and sat down angrily. She did not regret what she said. How could her son not understand? He had been sensible and obedient since he was a child.

Even during her rebellious period, it was only that one time. Whenever she got angry, Song Xun would compromise first.

This time, Lin Xihua thought so too.

She kept an eye on the movement at the door.

Song Xun pulled Song Mian's hand away and walked towards Lin Xihua.

Lin Xihua's expression relaxed slightly, and he concluded that he had given in.

The thin boy stopped in front of the coffee table, half a meter away.

Lin Xihua was pretty and bright when she was young, but as time went by and things didn't go her way, her face became more mean.

But the foundation is there after all. Her two sons have been good-looking since childhood, and they are even more outstanding when they grow up.

Lin Xihua calmed down, but couldn't help muttering.

"I worked so hard to give birth to you and raise you, and this is how you repay me? You have no conscience."

Song Xun took out a card from his pocket, placed it on the table, and slowly pushed it across.

"There's two million in here."

In one word, the room fell into silence.

Lin Xihua and Song Mian were stunned for a moment and were speechless. Instead, they didn't know whether they were shocked by the two million or by Song Xun's actions behind it.

"Just think of me as someone without conscience. The money in there is to repay you for the cost of giving birth to me and raising me."

Perhaps it was because he had experienced a lot and witnessed many partings and reunions, or maybe he was just naturally heartless, but when Song Xun said this, he was surprised that his voice was so cold.

Lin Xihua's lips trembled as he stood up from the sofa: "Are you trying to cut off your relationship with me?"

"Axun, where did you get so much money?"

Song Mian stared at the card on the table in disbelief, his voice inevitably carrying a hint of anxious questioning.

"Okay, use the money to get rid of me." Lin Xihua pointed at the door, "Get lost, I'll just treat it like I gave birth to an ungrateful person!"

After so many years, Song Xun no longer wanted to find out what Lin Xihua's feelings were for him. He stood up straight, turned around and walked out the door.

The elevator slowly rose, and with a ding, the elevator doors opened to both sides.

Just as Song Xun was about to go in, he heard hurried footsteps behind him and his arm was grabbed.

"and many more."

Song Mian frowned, holding the card in his hand: "Tell me clearly where the money in it came from."

There was worry and uneasiness in his eyes, and he looked back and forth at Song Mian's clothes.

Song Xun knew what he was thinking and said, "The money in it is legitimate, there is no problem."

Song Mian did not relax because of this. They grew up together, so how could he not know that he was his brother? It was impossible for Song Xun to get the two million.

"Take the money back and return it to where it came from." Song Mian became more and more uneasy as he thought about it. "Don't do anything stupid. If you encounter difficulties, you must tell me. I'm here for you. I don't need your money."

Song Xun avoided his hand, expression indifferent: "There is no problem with the money."

"Why are you so stubborn?" Song Mian couldn't control himself when he was anxious, and some old habits came out.

Song Xun was caught off guard and his head tilted back when he snapped his fingers. He covered his forehead and blinked dully.

Song Mian looked at his hand, then realized what was happening and quickly leaned over to check: "It's my fault, are you okay? Let me take a look."

This habit was not broken until he went to college. Song Xun had been bullied by him in the past. Thinking of those old things, he pushed Song Mian away, pressed the elevator button that was about to close, and went in.

Song Mian was stopped outside by the closed elevator door and turned back into the house in annoyance.

Lin Xihua heard the door open and looked back, only to see Song Mian entering the room alone. Unconvinced, he kept looking behind the door for a long time.

"Don't look, there's no one." Song Mian untied his tie and threw his coat on the sofa. "Mom, you are so mean. Xun finally came back, but you can't control your mouth."

Lin Xihua showed no regret: "I am his mother, and you said a few words to him and made mistakes? You are blaming me. If you hadn't bullied your brother before, would he be so cold to you?"

"Mom, can you please stop talking about the past?" Song Mian rubbed his forehead, suffering from a headache.

He suffered a lot during the six months when he was missing, but because he was young, he didn't remember those things very clearly. The only thing that was clearly remembered was the constant noise of the kids in the same building.

They said that Song Xun got lost on purpose.

At that time, Song Mian was young and ignorant, and as he listened, he took it to heart and began to blame Song Xun.

In addition, when he was first found, he was treated as Lin Xihua's sweetheart, so his temper became more and more abnormal. He bullied his brother Song Xun openly and secretly and looked down on him.

This situation continued until the year of the college entrance examination holiday.

I don't quite remember what happened, but Song Xun ran away from home alone in the middle of the night with his schoolbag on his back. However, he was not experienced in his job, so he was arrested by the police station within two days and waited for someone to claim him.

I don't know what happened, but my face became thinner in two days. I was covered in dust and squatted in the corner with my dirty schoolbag in my arms. I pouted and lied to the policeman on duty, saying that they were not my mother and brother.

Song Mian was angry and wanted to pull him away at that time, and he still remembers what Song Xun said.

——I don’t want to be your brother anymore. I don’t like you.

It was like a heavy blow to Song Mian, waking him up and knocking away all his mixed energy.

"You shouldn't have let him move out. I just listened to your nonsense. What bullshit freedom." Lin Xihua never stopped talking about this. "Look, it's only been a short time since he left, and he's rebelling against me. Who knows, maybe he learned bad things from someone outside. He used to be so obedient."

Song Mian came back to his senses and was stunned when he heard this. He couldn't help but think of the clothes on Song Mian's body and the money in the card, and his expression gradually became serious.

*

Song Xun walked out of the building and couldn't see Chu Yao around. Just as he was about to make a phone call, a basket of chestnuts suddenly appeared in front of him, and the fragrance spread out immediately.

"Is it fragrant?" Chu Yao rushed out from in front of him, shaking the chestnuts.

Song Xun took the chestnuts, which were still steaming from the oven. His hands, which had been chilled by the cold wind when he took them out, gradually warmed up.

He opened the paper bag and felt something was wrong. He looked inside and couldn't help but smile.

The chestnuts in the paper bag are all peeled.

Chu Yao clapped his hands: "How is it? That's considerate, right? Eat it now while it's still hot."

As he was speaking, his expression suddenly froze, his eyes fell on Song Xun's forehead, and he stretched out his hand: "Why is there a red spot on your forehead? Did they beat you?"

Song Xun pulled his hand down: "It's okay, I just rubbed it accidentally, no one hit me."

Fearing that Chu Yao might mess up, he pulled him out and said, "Okay, let's go home."

"If you insist on going up by yourself, take me with you next time. I will punish anyone who bullies you."

"What do you mean by following me?"

"I'm just visiting to get a free meal. I'm thick-skinned. Come here, let me rub it for you."

*

The decoration of the new house is in full swing, and Song Xun and Chu Yao are now busy selecting furniture every day.

Someone had to keep an eye on the decoration, and the house where two people lived was too small and they couldn't leave, so they simply rented a new house near the new house.

"Don't throw it away. I want that blue handbag."

"Everything is packed, don't worry." Chu Yao packed up the last things and took them away, then took the things from Song Xun's hand.

Song Xun: "I'll just take this."

"That won't do. I'm eating and living at your house now. What if I don't behave myself and you kick me out later?"

Song Xun raised his eyes and said seriously: "No, unless you want to leave, you will never leave."

Chu Yao lowered his eyes and smiled. No matter how he looked at him, he felt that he was a rare person. "I won't leave even if you chase me away. You are too thin. It hurts to hold your bones. I can't bear to let you move things."

"The car is still waiting downstairs, hurry up."

Song Xun held his hands in the air, finally placed the key on the table, turned around and closed the door.

While waiting for the elevator, the door across the corridor suddenly opened.

The young boy walked out and stared at Song Xun eagerly: "Are you leaving?"

Song Xun remembered him. He came to his room that day to ask about the power outage. His name was Xiao Hao.

"Yes, we are moving."

Xiao Hao felt reluctant when he heard that. He didn't dare to look at the man next to him. He could keenly sense the dangerous aura. He was a person from a different world from them.

The elevator had reached the floor. Seeing that Xiao Hao had not spoken for a long time, Song Xun nodded at him and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Xiao Hao called them for the second time, and finally mustered up the courage to look at Chu Yao, and said in one breath: "Song Xun, don't let him cheat you, he only wants your money."

The elevator slowly closed without anyone entering.

It took Song Xun a while to recover and he glared at Chu Yao.

This is the result of not keeping your mouth shut.

Chu Yao looked innocent.

Xiao Hao spoke righteously, and walked to Song Xun in a few steps: "This kind of relationship will not have a good ending, Song Xun, wake up, he is just a gigolo who is after your money."

The pretty boy Chu Yao raised his eyebrows and put the box down: "This... little friend? Do you need to get away from me when you say this?"

"What's the matter?" Xiao Hao stretched his neck, his voice trembling, "You are still ashamed of what you have done? You have hands and feet and can support yourself by doing any job. Why do you choose these crooked ways? No, you are shameless."

Chu Yao was not angry. Instead, he looked at him playfully with a pair of eyes that were both good and evil. This made Xiao Hao feel stressed and his heart tremble.

Song Xun decided to leave early, but the next moment he saw Chu Yao looking at him. From the glance he could tell that he was not holding it back.

"Dear~ Did you promise to support me forever?"

The deliberately lowered voice revealed a stiff and affected tone.

Song Xun's scalp was numb. He pulled Chu Yao and pressed the elevator button with one hand: "The master is still waiting downstairs. Don't make him wait anxiously."

But Chu Yao refused to cooperate, and pulled him back, interlocking their fingers: "Did you say that you couldn't bear to part with me and couldn't let me go?"

Song Xun assured that he was not that corny.

Chu Yao refused to give in: "You just watch others bully me like this, say something."

Song Xun was held by his hand and swayed from side to side. He said with a stiff upper lip: "Yes, yes, yes, I said it."

Fortunately, I moved out immediately, otherwise I would be too embarrassed to see anyone.

Chu Yao was satisfied and quite proud. He said to Xiao Hao, "Did you hear that?"

Xiao Hao was devastated, and his face was about to cry: "You are a gigolo, a liar."

He looked at Song Xun again, as if he was eager to persuade a lost teenager who had gone astray: "He is just after your money. Are you stupid? This person is not worthy of your love at all."

Young people’s minds are simple and shallow, and it is easy to guess them.

Song Xun took Chu Yao's hand and said seriously: "Let me introduce you, this is my lover Chu Yao, we have a good relationship."

Xiao Hao stared blankly at the two people holding hands and took two steps back hurt.

Song Xun looked at Chu Yao and said, "Let's go."

Before turning around and entering the elevator, Chu Yao winked at the boy outside the elevator, which made the boy very angry. He ran back to the room with red eyes.

Song Xun shook his head: "Why do you bother with him?"

Chu Yao imitated him and shook his head: "I'm just a few days late, look at you, you're attracting so many bees and butterflies."

Song Xun took advantage of the fact that he had something in his hands and pinched him angrily.

Chu Yao laughed: "You are tickling me."

Nothing formal.

*

The new rented house is much bigger and has an empty study room.

Chu Yao was very satisfied with the new kitchen. Finally, he didn't have to share a kitchen with others. He cooked a table full of dishes that night.

Living close by is indeed much more convenient. Song Xun attaches unprecedented importance to the new house and takes Chu Yao to see it every day.

However, this situation only lasted for half a month, after which Song Xun could no longer pull Chu Yao.

At first, Song Xun didn't take it seriously, thinking that he just didn't like such trivial matters, until this situation became more and more frequent.

The noise from the renovation was so loud that I didn’t notice the message from Chu Yao until I was on my way back.

——I won’t be back tonight.

Song Xun stared at the message for a long time and then went to a restaurant on the way.

As soon as I sat down, new message popped up.

——I’ve reserved a seat for you.

--【position】

It's a nearby restaurant. I've been there a few times. The food is delicious, but the price is of course high.

I had always gone there with Chu Yao before, but this was the first time I went there alone.

While waiting for the food to be served, Songxun opened the message and edited the text message.

——When will you come back?

The message came back quickly.

——Not sure yet, probably tomorrow morning.

Song Xun was a little unhappy because Chu Yao did not come home at night.

He stared at the phone and waited for a long time, but Chu Yao didn't explain why he didn't come back tonight.

The waiter brought the dishes, all of which were Song Xun's favorites.

The taste remained the same, but for some reason, Song Xun felt that it was tasteless.

He picked up the phone again and stared at the messages sent by Chu Yao. He could see a hint of indifference from the arrangement of the words.

Chu Yao has been acting strange recently, and he comes back later and later every day.

Song Xun frowned and edited the text message.

——What are you doing outside?

His finger hovered over the send button, and after a moment of hesitation, he exited the chat interface.

Song Xun stood up suddenly.

Stop eating.