The contact information of Liu Feng and Jiang Long has been sent to you, you can save it, as well as the phone number of the manager of the Chen Yue branch and the phone number of the director. If you have anything, you can contact them first. "
The mocking mentality reappeared, and Song Min had to admit that Huang Dan had changed a lot.
Huang Dan said, "You have to come out and meet the sunshine."
Song Min's expression changed, "There is no sun, it's all heaven."
Huang Dan said seriously, "You have to come out first."
Song Min half-closed his eyelids, "The sky is heavy, it's going to rain."
Huang Dan said, "You didn't come out."
Song Min said, "I'm outside."
The two of them didn't say the same thing, but everyone knew what each other meant. It was just that one intentionally enlightened and the other avoided it.
The next day was a sunny day. Song Min took the quilt out to dry, and by the way, pulled the sheets and stuffed them into the washing machine. He went to get a vacuum cleaner to clean the dust in the living room and the room. This was the first cleanup after the mission failed.
It is difficult for most people to be diligent and self-disciplined, but it is very easy to be lazy and follow xing.
Song Min tied all the garbage bags in the garbage baskets to the door and waited to carry them downstairs together. As soon as he turned around, a voice came from behind, "Uncle, cleaning up so early?"
The door closed quickly, Wei Shijin's footsteps were faster, he pushed the door open with one hand, "What did you see me running? It's very rude."
Song Min sneered, "Come here uninvited, are you polite to me?"
"So what? Good morning?"
Wei Shijin pinched the man's face to prevent him from avoiding him, "Uncle looks much better today than yesterday. It seems that he slept well last night."
Song Min's face was solemn, "You don't have a job?"
"not busy today."
Wei Shijin just followed his own home, and went to the kitchen to pour water. Yesterday, he went back to chat with his sister for more than half an hour, and the chat was not very good. In the end, they reached a consensus. Nobody cares.
Heaven poked a hole and filled it up by himself.
Wei Shijin took a few sips of water, and leaned against the table to light a cigarette, "Uncle, there is an art exhibition around nine o'clock. Come with me."
Song Min frowned, "The art exhibition? I'm not going."
Wei Shijin squinted his eyes and took a cigarette, "That was the last painting exhibition of Mr. Liu before his death, and there will be no more in the future. An invitation letter is very valuable. You go and change your clothes. We will talk slowly on the way."
The washing machine stopped running and sounded an end sound. Song Min took out all the sheets and duvet covers that had been dehydrated and went to the railing to dry.
When Song Min was drying the quilt cover and preparing to dry the sheets, Wei Shijin suddenly posted it.
The sheet in Song Min's hand fell off.
Wei Shijin stretched his head to look, "It fell on the grass, wait a moment, I'll make a call."
He didn't go down by himself, otherwise he would definitely not be able to get in, and he wouldn't be able to go out with a key. As soon as he went out, the man would immediately lock it, so he asked the driver to pick it up and bring it up.
Song Min's forehead twitched.
The driver quickly picked up the sheets and went upstairs as instructed.
Song Min noticed the sound and pace of the driver's walking. He was a trainer.
Wei Shijin is free today, he will arrange it, it is rare to be so patient, "Watch the art exhibition in the morning, go fishing in the afternoon to eat farm food, and soak in the hot spring in the evening."
"I'm not interested, so I won't accompany you."
Song Min is like a turtle. He was injured and almost died. Later, he shrunk into the shell, wanting to slowly rot in the shell. No one should care about him, let him fend for himself, but Wei Shijin insisted. Pull him out, let him go out to secretly breathe, see the light, and blow the wind.
Wei Shijin turned a deaf ear, he looked at his phone, "It takes 40 minutes to drive from here to the gallery, provided there is no traffic jam, if there is a traffic jam, it will take an hour, I'll take the middle and count, you have to leave at 8, you still have 20 minutes to wait. The time can be delayed.”
Song Min also turned a deaf ear, he went to open the window of the balcony and moved the flower pot to bask in the sun.
Wei Shijin leaned against the glass door frame to see the half-squatting figure of the man. He was dressed casually today, with glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the hair on his forehead was not combed back. The eyes are still sharp.
Song Min grabbed the hand that was reaching out to his face.
Wei Shijin reined in his backhand and rubbed the man's wrist with his thumb a few times, "Uncle, you are born with white hair on your temples. I have seen your photos. Five years ago, ten years ago, you were like this. "
When the words fell, he took his hand away and squatted down beside the man, "What kind of plant is this?"
Song Min said, "Iron tree."
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