It was a package about one meter long. It looked thin, like a photo frame or an oil painting.
In fact, Jiang Beize vaguely knew who sent this. When he opened it, he found that it was indeed from Song Mi.
The painting shows two men.
One of them, with a broken arm, was leaning against the wall, staring at the man lying on the ground.
The man on the ground had no eyes, and there was a pool of blood beside him. The blood stains were rendered in inky black, adding a bit of oppression and heaviness.
There is a sentence behind the painting, written in a woman's beautiful handwriting:
"Guess which one is you and which one is Song Nan's tomb?"
She was telling about his future with Song Nan Tomb.
Jiang Beize felt that any of them looked alike, because breaking an arm was painful and bleeding was also painful.
On the surface, the person lying on the ground suffered the most injuries and bled the most, but psychologically, the person watching was the most painful.
Jiang Beize lost the painting. He looked uncomfortable and depressed. If you don't feel happy about the things that others give you, there's no need to keep them at home, right
After lunch, Song Yikai suddenly came to see Jiang Beize.
Jiang Beize didn't know how he knew this place.
"Song Nan's tomb hasn't come back yet..." Jiang Beize said standing at the door.
As soon as he finished speaking, he scratched his head. Isn't this self-inflicted? Sure enough, he still didn't speak tactfully enough and his mind didn't move fast enough.
Song Yikai: "You should be fine now. I'll take you somewhere."
"Where to go?"
"You'll know when you go."
“…”
Along the way with Song Yikai, Jiang Beize said "sorry" to Song Yikai several times.
But Song Yikai didn't give him an answer.
Song Yikai drove Jiang Beize, and fifteen minutes later, the car stopped in front of a construction site.
A man wearing blue work clothes, a yellow safety helmet, gloves, and a cement brick on his shoulder was running back and forth, sweating profusely and looking gray.
Jiang Beize's tears suddenly flowed out.
When he saw the workers on the construction site before, he didn't have much emotion in his heart, only respect, because every job deserves respect.
But now when he saw the sloppy Song Nan Tomb, his heart felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. The pain was so dense and piercing that he couldn't breathe.
Song Yikai looked expressionless at the side:
"This kid has never done such a dirty job since he was a child. He has a stubborn temper and is like a cow. I want to find him a decent job. If he doesn't want it, he has to find a job by himself, not relying on me."
Jiang Beize moved his lips, "I'm sorry."
"No, you're not sorry for me. It's me who should be sorry. Our old Song family has wronged him for so many years. I failed to educate him well and made him unwilling to live a responsible life!"
Saying this, Jiang Beize felt even more uncomfortable.
He took another look at Song Nan's tomb on the construction site. He was tall and young, and he stood out among the middle-aged men.
How could he be so wronged...
…
I came back from Song Nan Tomb in the evening.
He was wearing a suit, looking fresh all over, and his hair was spotless.
Holding a few bags of food in his hand, he threw them on the coffee table and said they were gifts from the boss.
Which boss gives employees greeting gifts
Do you really think he has never seen the world
Jiang Beize sat on the sofa, trying his best to suppress the bitterness in his heart, and glanced at him, "Which company did you apply for?"
"Ah, uh, what's it called?"
Song Nan Tomb scratched his head, "It's hard to remember the name. Anyway, it's a clerk's job. The pay is pretty good. There are five insurances and one fund. The salary will gradually increase in the future."
As he spoke, he untied a bag of popcorn and stuffed it into his arms, "Have a taste."
Jiang Beize likes to eat sweet things because it puts him in a good mood. Song Nan Tomb didn't like it before, but he likes it now.
"If you don't want to eat it, don't buy these things in the future. You will gain weight if you eat them."
"Are you still afraid of gaining weight?"
It was the first time Song Nan Tomb heard Jiang Beize say that he was afraid of gaining weight. He thought it was quite funny. He sat down next to him and put one arm on the sofa.
The lights illuminated Jiang Beize's red eyes, and Song Nan Tomb frowned the next second.
"Why are your eyes swollen again? Are there really mosquitoes in the house?"
She touched his eyes to take a closer look, but the latter brushed her hand away.
"Are you hungry? There are noodles in the pot. Go and eat some."
"We ate outside. Didn't you know that our company had a dinner with employees on the first day?"
I probably went to the hotel to take a shower first, then went to find a restaurant nearby, and then came back after eating.
It's obviously such poor acting, but actually...
In fact, if Song Yikai hadn't taken him to the construction site today and saw it, he would really believe what Song Nan Tomb said.
He is different from him. He lies easily and without any flaws. He always has an unruly tone. A proud man can be so humble behind his back.
Jiang Beize looked at the ceiling.
Afraid of lowering my head and tears falling again.
He took a deep breath and put on a smile, "Then you go take a bath and get some rest early."
"I'll go later. I went to the mall today and bought this."
Song Nan Tomb was in a good mood, with a smile on his eyes and eyebrows. He took out an exquisite jewelry box from his pocket.
Jiang Beize only took one look and knew what it was, but he pretended not to know and asked innocently: "What is this?"
"open to take a look."
A face that is open and will not let you down!
Jiang Beize slowly opened it, two rings, a pair of platinum rings.
"Is this for your future wife? It's very pretty." Jiang Beize said with a smile.
Song Nan Tomb hummed, "Ang, this is for my future wife, why don't you wear it for her first to see if it fits?"
"I won't do it. This is for your wife."
"Grudge."
Song Nan Tomb grabbed Jiang Beize's hand, took out a ring and put it on his ring finger.
"Yes, your hands are as thin as my future wife's and the same size."
“…”
Jiang Beize took off the ring with a smile.
"Keep it. On the wedding day, you can put it on her yourself."
On the hand of his most beautiful bride.
That bride will be the happiest person in the world.
Song Nan Tomb frowned and put it on again for him.
"If I keep grinding, I'll chop off your hands."
Then I went to take a shower.
Song Nan Tomb went to bed very early that night and slept very deeply. He was exhausted. It is especially easy for people to fall asleep when they are tired.
Jiang Beize didn't sleep for almost the whole night. He held the ring and cried all night, as if he was performing a pantomime, silently. Only the bitter taste of tears slid to his mouth, letting him taste the feeling of leaving.
It was almost dawn, and he turned around, facing Song Nan's tomb, staring at the face engraved with arcs.
"Brother Nan, you are so good, you don't even know how good you are..."
(End of chapter)