Song Nan Tomb got up late today.
Fortunately, I was not late and rushed to the construction site in a hurry.
"Why are you so embarrassed just the second day after arriving? Look at the time!"
The foreman roared at Song Nan Tomb. Song Nan Tomb was not a master who was willing to be reprimanded. He pursed his thin lips tightly and said nothing, with a stiff face.
"You kid, if you don't want to do this, get out! Don't use youth as capital, who was not young back then!"
The foreman was a grumpy master, so he kicked Song Nan Tomb hard on the calf. Song Nan Tomb groaned, but still didn't say anything.
"I won't be late again."
When it's time to be soft, you have to be soft. He knows this.
"Sorry, my brother quits!"
Song Yikai took Song Nantong away and took off his safety helmet.
"What are you doing? I'm working!"
"Snapped-"
Song Yikai slapped Song Nan Tomb directly.
"Can you please wake up? Look at yourself now. I have supported you in school for so many years, and now I see you doing this here?!"
"What's the matter? I'll start with a small job first, and with a little bit of work I can be promoted to a supervisor. Then I'll earn more!"
Song Nan Tomb spat out a mouthful of blood, tasted the blood at the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth.
Damn, Song Yikai's slap just now was so cruel.
Song Yikai grabbed Song Nan Tomb's collar and tears suddenly flowed out.
"Xiaoye, brother, please, can you... Just calm down and stop being with him. Can't you find a good family and live a good life? Your road will be very difficult in the future, do you know? .”
“…”
Song Nan Tomb did not expect that Song Yikai knew everything.
Thinking back, Song Yikai had been arranging blind dates for him and was anxious to get him and Song Mi together, so he probably knew that.
He raised his head, his Adam's apple rolling, and let Song Yikai grab his collar.
The sky is very blue and clear, with no haze. It seems that I haven't seen such a blue-white sky for a long time.
Song Nan Tomb exhaled deeply, "I'm sorry, brother."
"Snapped-"
Song Yikai slapped him again with his backhand.
"You have to force me to death, don't you? Do you want to make me angry to death? Do you know that you were wrong now that I am dying in front of you?!"
"I love someone, what's wrong with me?!"
There were two big slap marks on Song Nan Tomb's face, and his eyes were scarlet.
Song Yikai pointed at his face, "This is not love, it's a deformity, a deformity!"
Hearing this, Song Nan's tomb became popular immediately.
"Can you please just stay out of my business? You don't even understand your own mess, and his second brother doesn't care about us. Why are you pretending to be a holy mother now? It's disgusting."
After that, he left.
Song Nan's tomb didn't see a white figure leaning against the wall opposite for a long time, with tears streaming down his face.
…
When Song Nan Tomb returned home, the house was empty and freezing.
Jiang Beize was not here, and there were no shortage of furnishings or anything else. There were even Jiang Beize's clothes in the closet, but for some reason, Song Nan's Tomb felt particularly deserted, as if something couldn't be contained.
After taking a shower, he came out of the bathroom and saw the note on the bedside.
"Brother Nan, you must be happy."
Song Nan's tomb collapsed immediately.
He took out his cell phone and called Jiang Beize frantically, saying to shut down, shut down, shut down.
He sent him WeChat messages, voice messages, and tried every contact method he could think of, but he couldn't contact Jiang Beize.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily shut down and your voicemail has been forwarded..."
Song Nan's fingers were trembling, and he yelled at the phone -
"Get the hell back here!!!"
After three minutes, the mood calmed down a bit.
"Ozawa, come back to me, eh? If anything happens, I will take care of it. Why do you think I'm such a weakling?"
"Jiang Beize, who asked you to block my gun? Come back quickly, do you hear me!"
I have never felt so powerless, even hating myself.
Song Nan Tomb's mind was spinning quickly, thinking that after returning to Ningcheng, Jiang Beize suddenly became abnormal. He was indifferent to him, avoided him, did not dare to have direct contact with him, and even used his second brother as a cover...
I'm afraid Song Yikai had already talked to Jiang Beize before this.
He has such a soft temper, it's strange that he can withstand it. He has been tepid all day long, but what did he do wrong? None of them did anything wrong, right
Song Nan Tomb smoked all night.
The phone was placed at his feet. As long as it vibrated, he would pick it up and read it immediately.
But it was either spam text messages or messages from irrelevant people, none of which were from Jiang Beize.
Where could he go? Maybe he went abroad. After all, no one in Ningcheng would accept him.
It's his fault, he's too conceited, he blames him for being transgender, why didn't he think carefully about why he suddenly changed, why he suddenly said those hurtful words to him.
"Come back, come back. I really can't wait for you anymore. I finally found you. What do you mean by you leaving now? Come back."
What responded to him was a suffocating silence.
The doorbell rang suddenly.
Like an illusion.
"Ding ding ding—"
It's not an illusion!
Song Nan Tomb stumbled to his feet and went to open the door, "Oze—"
When he saw the person coming, his face darkened, and disappointment instantly replaced hope, "Why are you here?"
It's Song Mian.
Song Yan smelled the strong smell of cigarettes on his body and frowned, "Why do you smoke so many cigarettes?"
"What does it have to do with you? Get out!"
"you-"
Song Yan gritted his teeth and said, "You scolded me last time, but I don't care about it. I hope you can think about our marriage."
"Are you a bitch? I'm in love with someone else now, and I still marry you. I won't give you love. You are just a spare tire. Even if you are willing to be a spare tire, I don't want to cheat on marriage, so get out now - "
Song Nan Tomb pushed Song Mi out irritably.
He was very strong, but Song Yan couldn't resist him. He was pushed to the door by Song Nan Tomb, and the door closed with a bang.
Song Yan was unable to break down the door:
"Okay, okay, I won't bother you today, okay? Please take care of yourself and smoke less. I really care about you, do you know that?"
Smoking less
Song Nan Tomb leaned against the wall of the entrance hall, took out another cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
Green hair lingering around.
Who knows how much the boy who smokes now liked to eat sweets
When he was a child, before his parents divorced and the family was harmonious, he was also a well-behaved child. He did his homework well, was sensible and obedient, and dreamed of being an astronaut, an architect, and a great person in the future.
"Xiaoye, if you want to eat as much candy as you want, my brother will buy it for you, okay?"
After his parents divorced, this was the first thing Song Yikai said to him.
"Brother, I will never eat sweets again. My tooth will hurt if I eat too much."
Because I no longer had a home.
Now, he has no home again.
…
(End of chapter)