There is so much to drink.
Wei Shijin looked at his phone, "It's just past six o'clock, it's very early, let's have breakfast here and then go back."
Song Min was too lazy to respond, and Wei Shijin let him go as he liked to arrange it.
After breakfast, Wei Shijin sent Song Min back. He said yesterday that he would be very busy this month, and he really didn't show up for the next few days.
It wasn't until the fourth day that Wei Shijin's call reached Song Min's phone. As soon as the call was connected, he complained, "Uncle, I'm so busy that I can't sleep well. Why don't you call me and send a text message?"
Song Min was reading the newspaper, "Is something wrong?"
Wei Shijin smiled bitterly over there, "I can't give you a call if I have nothing to do? Uncle, we have been training together for ten years and sleeping together for a hundred years. Last time we were in the West Garden, not only did we relax, but we also shared the same bed for one night, you For me?"
Song Min turned the pages of the newspaper. He had read it several times. He was very bored and didn't want to move. He was like an old cow with no energy. "I just hang up."
Suddenly the doorbell rang, Song Min went to the surveillance and saw a young man in uniform at the door. He was carrying a few bags, as if he was delivering meals. He asked Wei Shijin, "Have you ordered a meal for me?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid you'll starve to death at home."
Wei Shijin laughed on the phone, "Uncle, the food in this hotel is very good. You can eat it and see. If you like it, I will continue to order it for you tomorrow. If you don't like it, change it."
Song Min frowned. He sensitively sensed Wei Shijin's abnormality, and his heart was much more terrifying and difficult to deal with than Xing. "No need."
Wei Shijin said, "I'm busy here, I'll talk later."
Song Min listened to the beep and knew that when the young man farted, he would continue tomorrow.
At noon, Song Min ate two bowls of rice and drank a lot of soup. He covered the rest of the vegetables with plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator. He ate them in a pot at night and didn't eat them. He wanted to eat them the next day. Yes, it turned out that at noon another meal was delivered.
After that, Song Min ate delicious food every day. He looked at the bags of instant noodles in front of the kitchen cabinet, and when he was depressed, he took it out and threw it away.
After half a month, Wei Shijin appeared at Song Min's residence and pressed him against the wall to kiss him without saying a word, "Uncle, do you miss me? I miss you, do you feel it?"
Song Min was pushed close to the wall by Wei Shijin. He pushed the person away and arranged the messy clothes, "Don't act like a dog in heat every time."
Wei Shijin not only didn't get angry, but smiled against the man's forehead, "I'm also in heat in front of you, uncle, you know, the first time I saw you, I wanted you."
He put a bag of fruit in his hand on the coffee table, "This season is neither too hot nor too cold, so it's suitable to go out for a walk. Is there any place Uncle wants to go but hasn't yet? Tell me, and I'll arrange it for you."
Song Min smelled blood on Wei Shijin's body, and there was no blood on his face, was he injured? He didn't ask anything. "No, I don't like going out."
Wei Shijin raised his eyebrows, "Are you going to say that you are too old to walk again?"
Song Min walked into the living room, and there were no emotional fluctuations in his voice. "The same rice raises a hundred different people. People are different. Some people are quiet, and some people are active..."
Wei Shijin interrupted when he heard the words, using a determined tone, "Uncle is active."
Song Min's figure stagnated slightly, and said coldly, "I think I'm right."
Wei Shijin took a few strides to wrap the man around his chest, resting his chin on his shoulder, "I got the point, so I'm angry, uncle, you are a typical embarrassment."
Song Min used to be an active child. People will change, and they will become unfamiliar to him. The contrast with the original self is getting bigger and bigger, and he will never change back.
Wei Shijin pinched the man's waist and then pinched his face, "Uncle, you're getting fat."
Song Min's face twitched, she was fat.
Wei Shijin bent over and looked at the man closely, "Your face is not as yellow as before, and your complexion is much better. Uncle, you have become more attractive. I really don't want to leave."
Song Min raised his eyelids.
Wei Shijin pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed and said, "It's not done, I came to you at the time."
Song Min didn't ask what was the matter. He had already mastered the detailed information of Wei Shijin, and he could guess nine times out of ten.
Wei Shijin looked at his watch, "I have to go, I'll see you next time."
As soon as the door closed, the room fell silent again. Song Min washed an apple and ate it on the sofa in the living room. He took a few bites and looked at the label on the apple, thinking that he would buy this next time he went to the supermarket. It was crunchy. Yes, a little sweet.
After that day, Song Min started walking downstairs every now and then, basking in the sun and breathing heavily.