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

Chapter 213 Real World 3

The subway was moving slowly, and the carriage was so crowded that you couldn't even move your head.

There were people on both sides, so Song Xun could only move closer to Chu Yao to avoid being back to back with the person behind him.

Chu Yao put an arm around Song Xun's shoulders and held him in his arms, isolating him from the others.

Chu Yao rarely worried about money, and he didn't want to crowd with other people, so he felt a little annoyed.

But now he felt it was fun, and he pulled the person into his arms without any hesitation. He lowered his head, and using his height advantage, rested his chin on Song Xun's head.

Song Xun felt a heavy headache, realizing that Chu Yao couldn't change this bad habit no matter what he did.

Two little girls in pleated skirts squeezed in the corner looked over here from time to time and were noticed by Chu Yao.

After a sharp warning look, the two girls not only did not restrain themselves, but became even more aggressive with their glaring eyes.

Chu Yao frowned impatiently, turned Song Xun around, and held him in his arms to prevent him from looking.

The two little girls held hands excitedly, whispering something to each other, with strange and fanatical eyes.

Chu Yao was puzzled and felt that he had encountered a psychopath. He leaned close to Song Xun's ear and said, "Let's go to another place."

Song Xun couldn't see anything because his head was pressed down by him. He thought he couldn't hold on any longer, so he comforted him, "We'll be there soon, next stop."

Chu Yao simply turned a blind eye and leaned on Song Xun with his eyes closed.

The subway station is not far from the rental house, and it only takes ten minutes to get there.

The room was okay for one person, but as soon as Chu Yao entered it, it suddenly seemed cramped.

The two people turned around and bumped into each other.

Chu Yao had only taken two steps when the alarm clock on the corner of the table fell to the ground. When he bent down to pick it up, he also brought down a bottle of water behind him.

While adjusting the alarm clock, he looked around the place where Song Xun lived.

Song Xun threw the leftover porridge box from the morning into the trash can, and quickly cleaned up the debris along the aisle.

The house is too small and it will still look crowded no matter how well it is maintained.

Chu Yao hugged the busy Song Xun and said, "It's very clean. I'll rely on you to take it in from now on. But I don't have money to pay the rent. So, I'll pay for your three meals in the future to offset the rent, okay, big money man?"

"I told you, don't call me that." Song Xun looked at the peeling wall due to age and made up his mind, "I want to buy a house, a big house."

You already have money, why put yourself in a difficult position?

"I want a big flat, a big, beautiful house."

Chu Yao put his fist to his lips and laughed. He felt that the person in front of him who suddenly became full of fighting spirit was adorable. He wanted to stuff him into his heart and rub him hard.

"Then I'm going to benefit from it."

A cell phone suddenly rang.

Song Xun patted Chu Yao, signaling him to let go of him, and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Caller ID: Sang Mian.

The longing and excitement in his heart seemed to be extinguished by a bucket of water. The relief on Song Xun's face faded away, and he remembered that he had completely forgotten about going back.

He first said to Chu Yao: "You are covered in dust, go take a shower quickly."

After the other person entered the bathroom, he took the phone and went to the corridor outside.

"Xiao Xun, where have you been?"

Song Xun turned his head and looked at the door, then said, "I'm not going back today."

"Did something happen, or did you encounter an accident on the road? Tell me, I'll be there now."

"No, I'm fine." After being pushed twice and breaking the contract at the last minute, Song Xun felt bad and a little embarrassed. He whispered, "I'm not going back today."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

After a long time, Song Mian's voice was heard again.

"Are you still blaming me and mom? I was ignorant when I was young, I did things without thinking, I listened to what people outside said, and I did a lot of things that let you down. You are right to blame me."

"But Xun, we are a family after all. You have to give us a chance to make amends and admit our mistakes. Mom and I miss you very much. She has a sharp tongue and has been asking you when you will come over today."

Song Xun didn't say anything.

Everyone has a different feeling about home. Most people think that home is a warm harbor, but for Yu Songxun, whenever the word home is mentioned or thought of, all that comes to his mind is a heavy feeling of depression and escape.

Instinctive resistance.

A sigh came from the other end of the phone: "Take care of yourself, and be sure to tell me if there is anything."

Just before the phone was hung up, Lin Xihua's voice appeared on the line, complaining about something.

Song Xun probably knew that it was the same old story, just some words of gratitude for giving birth and raising someone.

I've heard it enough since I was a child.

"Honey, where's the towel?"

The sound insulation quality of the rental house is not very good. When Chu Yao shouted, all the tenants on the entire floor could hear it.

Song Xun was startled, and all his annoyance was scared away. He pushed the door open and walked in hastily: "Keep your voice down, everyone can hear you."

Chu Yao poked his head out of the bathroom: "Which towel is it?"

Song Xun slapped his head, thinking that he had forgotten to buy it just now: "You can use mine first, the gray one."

"understood."

*

Song Xun has always been strong in execution of things he has decided on and is unwilling to delay even for a moment.

I took Chu Yao around to look at houses for half a month and finally chose one that I was satisfied with.

The location is very good, on the 22nd floor, facing the river.

Song Xun could already imagine the beautiful scene of stretching in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the morning and appreciating the river view.

A flat of nearly 200 square meters in this area is not cheap and is a big expense.

Song Xun was reluctant to spend money on other places, but he was happy to buy this house.

It took less than half a month to finalize it.

Perhaps due to his innate lack of a sense of belonging to a family, Song Xun has a strong desire to build his own family.

Chu Yao was dragged up by him early in the morning to look at the house. He yawned and gave advice.

"Tear down this wall and connect it to the balcony, and then put a hanging chair there. It'd be better if it's bigger so it can bear the weight."

“The bathtub in the bathroom should be bigger, preferably with a massage function.”

Chu Yao talked on and on for a long time. Song Xun agreed with him at first, but the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Chu Yao!" Song Xun was angry.

"You wanted to ask for my opinion, but you got angry after you said it."

Song Xun couldn't do anything about him: "Can't you be more serious?"

Chu Yao leaned against the wall: "It's normal for me to be serious with others. If I am serious with my boyfriend, I am not going to be a saint and have no desires or requests."

Song Xun couldn't argue with him, and as soon as he turned around, he was pulled into a strong embrace and kissed on the back of his head.

Chu Yao deliberately hooked him, and his fingers lightly rubbed the sensitive area behind his ears.

We have been together for too long and are too familiar with each other's bodies.

Song Xun was easily aroused, his breathing became disordered and his brain was deprived of oxygen.

Chu Yao's deliberately low voice was full of magnetism and temptation: "Will you buy it?"

Song Xun was confused and nodded in agreement with Chu Yao: "Buy it."

*

When Song Mian called for the third time to invite him, Song Xun agreed.

Chu Yao was also present during the phone call and he insisted on going together the next day. Song Xun was unable to persuade him and was forced to take him along.

Of course, he couldn't take him upstairs, so Song Xun put his scarf over his head and asked, "Go find a place to eat, do you have enough money?"

"You're here coaxing a child." Chu Yao laughed, "Okay, go upstairs. If you have anything, you must call me and I'll pick you up."

"Yeah." Song Xun waved at him and turned to go upstairs.

The buildings and elevators are new and well-equipped.

Lin Xihua divorced her husband three years ago and settled down here with the compensation money from the demolition of their old house.

Song Xun rang the doorbell.

The door opened quickly and it was Song Mian who opened the door. Although they were the same age, he was already dressed in a suit and tie, and his hair was gelled. Standing next to Song Xun, the latter looked like a child who had not yet entered society.

"I just got back from get off work and was going to pick you up." Song Mian took out a pair of cotton slippers of the same color as his own from the shoe cabinet and placed them at the door.

Song Xun walked in to change his shoes and said softly, "Thank you."

"Why are you being so polite to me?" Song Mian pulled him into the living room and sat down. "I washed some fruits that you like. Don't eat too much. Let's eat right away."

As he was talking, Lin Xihua, who had just come out of the kitchen with dishes, said angrily: "I asked you to come home for a meal and you still had to urge me. You are acting like a big shot to your own mother. I am giving birth to an ancestor for myself."

Song seeks silence.

"Okay, Mom." Song Mian tried to smooth things over and said to Song Xun, "You don't know how much Mom has been thinking about you recently. I'm completely fed up with her staying at home every day. Now she only has you as her son."

Song Xun didn't take this seriously. Song Mian has been smart and eloquent since he was a child. There is no doubt that Lin Xihua has always liked his youngest son more.

When he grew up, Song Mian's mind was as active as ever. After repeating his senior year of high school, he was determined to make progress. He graduated from university a year early, and within half a year of working, he defeated the old employees and got a promotion.

Song Mian, who is tactful and has high emotional intelligence, never gives others a chance to take advantage of him and knows how to avoid awkward silences.

"You should eat more today. You look thinner again." Song Mian raised his hand, wanting to touch Song Xun's cheek.

A simple gesture that represented the natural intimacy between family members, but Song Xun avoided it.

Song Mian's hand froze, then he retracted it as usual: "You should come back more often, mom's cooking skills are very good."

Lin Xihua was mumbling in the kitchen: "If you spend money on eating junk food outside every day, how can you not be thin? You are so old, but you are not sensible at all. You should learn from your brother and worry less about me."

The sound beside his ears did not stop, but gradually became blurred like a double image. Song Xun lowered his head and stared at the back of his hand on his knee in a daze.

In fact, he actually gained some weight during this period, thanks to Chu Yao's different cooking styles every day.

Since entering the door, Song Xun has not spoken twice.

It seemed that he was not adapting, but in fact he was silently isolating people from the outside.

Song Mian sighed in his heart, stood up and said to Song Xun in a gentle voice: "The meal is ready, come to the table."

The round table was filled with dishes. Song Xun only had enough space to sit down, and the bowl in front of him was piled to the brim.

Song Mian kept picking up food: "It's not easy to come back, eat more."

Lin Xihua looked at this scene and finally a smile appeared on his stern face.

She is only 47 years old this year, but perhaps because she worries too much, wrinkles appear at the corners of her eyes and face, and half of her hair has turned white.

"That's right. There's nothing that brothers can't overcome. When I'm gone one day, you two will be the closest people to me in this world."

"Look at what you said." Song Mian turned and picked up a piece of food for her with chopsticks, "Mom, I will definitely live a long life. Axun and I can't live without you."

Lin Xihua was so happy with his words that she smiled happily: "That's right, you two still don't have a place to go, and I will have to take care of your grandchildren in the future."

Song Xun ate in silence and did not join in the conversation.

More like a silent shadow.

"Has Xun found a job recently?"

"Axun?"

Song Xun raised his head and saw Song Mian leaning towards him. He put down his chopsticks and said, "No."

The empty hole in the bowl was quickly filled again.

Song Mian looked at his face and said, "My current company's treatment is pretty good. I'm currently negotiating an international business and I'm short of a translator position. I have some influence and can arrange for you to join."

"That's great." Lin Xihua pushed Song Xun, "Why don't you thank your brother quickly?"

Song Xun lowered his head, picked up his chopsticks and concentrated on eating: "No."

Even when I had no money, I never thought about joining the company, let alone now.

Life is fleeting, and now he just wants to follow his own heart. Being happy and comfortable is the most important thing.

Lin Xihua frowned: "Song Xun, you are already an adult, why are you still so ignorant? Your brother did all this for you. If it was anyone else today, would he take the initiative to take on this trouble?"

In the past, Song Xun might have felt upset for a while, but now? Song Xun lowered his head and took another mouthful of rice, his heart was calm.

I even thought about it and compared it. The eggplant tasted a bit strong, and the one cooked by Chu Yao was still better.

Lin Xihua wanted to say more but was stopped by Song Mian.

"Mom, you know that Xun is not a child anymore. He has his own ideas."

Song Qin turned his head and looked at Song Xun again: "I asked you to come here today just to eat, so take your time and don't talk about anything else. But if you encounter any problems or don't have enough money, you must tell me, Xun, we are a family."

Song Xun said nothing.

What has happened and what has been said cannot disappear just because of time.

*

The second half of the meal was spent in silence, and the atmosphere was inexplicably tense.

Song Xun glanced at the time and thought of Chu Yao who was still downstairs. Just as he was about to say goodbye, Lin Xihua beat him to it.

"I've cleaned up your room for you. You don't have a job anyway, so stay at home for a while."

Song Xun instinctively resisted from the bottom of his heart, but his words of refusal were blocked by Song Mian.

"Didn't Xun want to get a cat before? There's a new pet shop opened downstairs not long ago. I'll take you there later."

That was a long, long time ago.

It took so long that Song Xun had to ponder for a long time before he dug out this incident from the depths of his memory.

It seemed that it was during his first year in junior high school that he picked up a kitten on his way home from school, hid the kitten in his schoolbag in the rain and brought it home.

He raised it secretly for a few days, but was discovered by Song Mian.

Because of the sentence "cats are noisy", Lin Xihua threw the cat out while he was at school.

Song Xun still remembered that the cat was born not long ago, its eyes were not open yet, and its cry was so weak that it could disappear in the air at any time, but it had tenacious vitality. When it smelled the fragrance of milk, it staggered to his legs and cried softly.

When Song Xun found it again, it was on the street, its small body lying in the flower bed, cold and stiff.

Since then, he no longer wanted to keep a cat.