He was run over by a truck and his waist was about to break. "Bring me some clothes."
"Wait a minute, I have something to say."
Wei Shijin rubbed the man's shoulder, like a little daughter-in-law who has suffered so much, "I didn't go anywhere last night, I was with you all night, and I rested only at dawn, during which I didn't drink a sip of water, and I was sweating again. Tears, can't you be nice to me?"
Song Min turned his head sideways, "Tears?"
Wei Shijin showed his arms to the man, as well as his back and neck, "Look for yourself."
Song Min's pupils shrank. The last time he fought with that person was because the other party wanted to keep his relationship with him while his wife was holding him. He also said that he couldn't live without him. People went crazy and scuffled together. The other party used strength. He was beaten and his internal organs bleed. He was sent to the hospital half-dead, and the other party was not much better.
When he was touched, his counterattack and anger were things that he had carved into his bones, and he couldn't change it.
Wei Shijin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It was fine one moment ago, but the next moment I fought fiercely like a lunatic, treating me as an enemy, beating and arresting me. I wanted to leave, but you didn't let me go, and I almost died at your hands."
This is the truth, not adulterated at all, Wei Shijin forcibly withdraws, both he and the man will be injured, so he can only carry it down abruptly, and then continue when everyone calms down a bit.
"Uncle, if you are crazy, ordinary people really can't handle it."
Song Min's face was covered with frost, and his eyelashes drooped down, covering the contents of his eyes.
Wei Shijin looked at the man deeply, and said meaningfully, "One has to move forward, but one can only move forward. Looking back will only make him regret even more."
Song Min was silent for a long time, "Clothes."
Wei Shijin lifted the quilt and got out of bed without the slightest hesitation. He really regarded Song Min as his own.
The corner of Song Min's eyes twitched, he turned his head and looked aside, hearing Wei Shijin's teasing voice, "Uncle, are you shy?"
"Zhang Pei has gone abroad?"
Hearing the man's question, the curvature of Wei Shijin's lips disappeared, and a trace of anger flashed across his face, "Leave this morning, trust me, nothing like this will happen again in the future."
Song Min turned his shirt over and found it was dirty, "I can't wear this."
Wei Shijin smiled lazily, "I want you to wear mine, but you broke my button. Seriously, uncle, when you get excited, I can't stand it."
Song Min rubbed his forehead, "Don't say it."
Wei Shijin was satisfied to see the unnatural expression on the man's face. He called on his mobile phone and asked someone to bring two sets of clothes over. "The other set is about my size, a white shirt."
Song Min hadn't worn white clothes for many years, so he stopped, "Not white, but dark."
Wei Shijin had already hung up.
Not long after, someone from Wei Shijin brought clothes over. He took his own suit and put it on, and handed the other suit to the man, "Go and see if it fits."
Song Min went to the bathroom to put on his shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror, and was momentarily dazed.
Wei Shijin looked at the man through the mirror, his eyes were a little more amazed, "Uncle, you are suitable for white, don't dress yourself up in the future, not like you."
Song Min subconsciously buttoned the top button according to the assignment, but Wei Shijin untied it, "You're not an old school, you don't need to button the top button, but if you want to button the second button, it will be easy for people to stare at. Look at your neck, uncle, you have to be more confident, you are very attractive."
So when he went out, Song Min exposed a section of his neck, his Adam's apple stuck in the second button, looming, and the seriousness of his body faded a little, and it was more of a casual smell.
According to Song Min's life experience and attitude towards relationships, he approached with purpose. Once he got what he wanted, he would throw it away, so he thought that Wei Shijin would not appear again, but he didn't expect that the other party would come over whenever he was free. , There are a lot of things at home that were not there before, for food and clothing.
Wei Shijin engraved his traces in Song Min's world with a posture that was too strong to refuse. When Song Min reacted, those traces were all over the place, and the opportunity to be easily erased was missed.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Song Min made a pot of tea for himself, opened the moon cakes sent by Huang Dan from abroad, and prepared to sit on the balcony to enjoy the moon.
There was wind blowing in from the window, and the corners of the Chinese New Year's blessing, which was pasted on the glass door, were clattered. Song Min got up and closed the window a little. what to do.
He came to eat moon cakes and brought his mobile phone. Song Min didn't have any thoughts about his behavior. The phone rang just as he drank the tea.