The moment his hands crossed, Shen Yanming subconsciously straightened his body, and his index finger, which was casually moving across the screen, froze.
He Changkong soon realized that his action was a bit abrupt. He quickly withdrew his hand, picked up the toy that Shen Yanming had just put aside after half-assembling it, and tried to put the two components together. After trying for a while without success, he realized that he had picked up the wrong parts in his panic.
Sunday took out a corn cup from the takeaway paper bag, opened it, scooped a spoonful, put it in his mouth, while secretly glancing at the two weird brothers sitting opposite him.
It felt like if he didn't say something, the two people opposite him would start to smoke.
Is that so? It was just a touch.
Sunday cleared his throat: "Let's go, let's seduce Moonlight."
Shen Yanming took a cup of Coke and took two sips, trying to cover up his embarrassment with some meaningless words: "Not good, if someone asks you a question, you spend a few minutes looking up the dictionary, and a few minutes editing the text. If they are in a hurry to make an appointment, they definitely don't want to waste time with you..."
Sunday was very dissatisfied: "I'm not that bad!... And I have a group!"
It took Shen Yanming a while to realize that the group Sunday was talking about was his group for cursing: "It's better not to do that. It's not good for outsiders to know about this... Let Brother Yan do it."
"Okay," Sunday was a little depressed, but soon recovered his spirits. He spoke a long sentence with difficulty, "When the time comes, you can use my account to post, so you won't be exposed."
Shen Yanming took another sip of Coke.
Just now when he took the first sip, he felt someone's eyes were on his Coke. Now he realized that it was not an illusion, He Changkong was looking at him.
Shen Yanming pursed his lips and said, "Brother, what's wrong?"
He Changkong hesitated: "... It's okay."
Shen Yanming took the wrong Coke. The one he was holding was the one He Changkong had drunk before. When Sunday was rummaging through the bag just now, he pushed the two cups of Coke that were originally placed next to each other, and the positions were mixed up for a moment.
He Changkong didn't say it directly, but Sunday didn't hesitate and answered quickly: "You drank Kongkong Hiong's Coke."
"..." Shen Yanming immediately put down the Coke in his hand, stood up and said, "I'll go get you another bottle from the refrigerator."
He Changkong shook his head: "No need."
Shen Yanming still went to get two new bottles of drinks, handed one to He Changkong and opened one for himself. This time, after he finished drinking, he paid special attention to the position to prevent mixing them up again later.
In fact, after doing this, he also felt that he was a little hypocritical. In normal times, people don’t care so much about eating and drinking. When playing basketball in the past, it was normal for several people to take a sip from a large bottle of water.
After finishing the Happy Meal, Sunday said that she still had homework to do, and after cleaning the table, she went back to her room. Before the others came back, Shen Yanming asked He Changkong if he wanted to queue up for a seat or something, and after getting a negative answer, he climbed upstairs and returned to his room.
He had no homework to do, but he still sat down at the table. He took out the letter that was temporarily hidden in the phone case, unfolded it, read it again, and put it in the notebook together with the previous one.
Shen Yanming wanted to reply to He Changkong like he did last time. He wanted to be lazy and quote a few lyrics to improve the quality of his reply. The lyrics he could think of were either too bitter or too corny. After racking his brains for a long time, Shen Yanming had an idea. He took a ruler as an aid and wrote on the paper stroke by stroke.
After writing it, Shen Yanming still felt a little embarrassed. He folded the letter and went next door to knock on He Changkong's door.
"It's the postman Xiao Shen today," Shen Yanming scratched the back of his head, "Sir, there's a letter for you."
He Changkong took it and said, "Isn't it a hotel card this time?"
Shen Yanming: “…”
He Changkong was about to unfold the paper, but Shen Yanming stopped him: "Um, brother, you should read it later."
Not knowing what was written in the letter that made Shen Yanming look embarrassed, He Changkong stopped.
There was some noise coming from downstairs. Shen Yanming ran to the corridor and saw that Pudding and the others were back.
Perhaps sensing the gaze from upstairs, Meng Yan and Pudding both looked up and waved. Shen Yanming ran downstairs, and He Changkong followed after putting away the reply letter.
Pudding rarely wears men's clothes when he is not in a competition. Probably because he was going home today, apart from his purple shoulder-length hair which was a bit different from others, he wore a team uniform on the upper body and jeans on the lower body, and looked no different from an ordinary boy on the street.
He sat on the sofa, and Shen Yanming also sat over and asked, "What's going on?"
Before Pudding could say anything, Meng Yan started to talk about the whole cause and effect like a spokesperson. Only then did Shen Yanming realize that Pudding had gone back to deal with his father.
Shen Yanming pulled Pudding's ponytail to comfort her, and then asked, "So what did you do afterwards? Did you call the police?"
Meng Yan collapsed on another sofa, hugging his pillow. "How can that be possible? His father hasn't committed any crime, and he hasn't done anything to cause substantial harm to Auntie and Ding Jiang. It's useless to call the police. Even if he did something and was detained, won't he continue to harass us after he's released?"
"Yeah, then...?"
Sometimes these family problems are difficult to solve. You know that such a father is here to suck your blood, but what can you do to make him a pudding? It sounds good to just fall out, but as long as one is the father and the other is the son, the one who bears the grace of giving birth and raising the child cannot stand on the moral high ground, and using some simple and rough methods will only cause endless troubles.
A Feng said, "I don't know who told his father about Xiaoxian's address, but he came to the door and asked for one million. What does an unemployed vagrant need one million for?"
The coach likes to call people by their real names. Shen Yanming didn’t react for a moment and realized that Xiaoxian was talking about pudding.
"Then what?"
Meng Yan: "Then we'll play the villains."
A Feng started the conversation: "I told his father that Xiaoxian owed us tens of millions in high-interest loans and was working for nothing in the club."
Meng Yan sat up and began to reconstruct the scene at that time: "Feng Ge really should go act. He usually looks quite serious, but when he got there, he wore sunglasses and held a cigarette in his mouth, just like a gangster. Feng Ge said to Ding Ding's father, 'You are his father, right? Then you help him pay it back. He has to pay back 100,000 this month. If he can't pay it back... do you want to keep your left leg or your right leg?' Then his father got scared when he heard it, saying that he had other things to do, and left in disgrace."
Shen Yanming gave a thumbs up: "Does he really believe it?"
Meng Yan: "He believed it. We made a fake IOU. His father is illiterate. Looking at the words in black and white and the seal, he really thought Ding Jiang owed him a lot of money. Shouldn't he cut off all ties with him as soon as possible?"
Pudding sighed, "At least he won't be here for a while. I have to move my mom again, which is troublesome."
Shen Yanming gave pudding a thumbs up. They said it was easy, but he felt uncomfortable listening to it. Who would want their father to do all kinds of bad things without any warmth? He used violence at every turn in the past, cut off all ties for so long, but when he heard that the child had money, he came over because of it, and when he heard that the child had debts, he ran away faster than anyone else.
My private address has been exposed, and I have to find a new house and do all kinds of things...
Pudding sauce must be feeling very upset now.
Shen Yanming is quite empathetic and is also feeling extremely depressed. Who would have thought that he would hear Pudding say, "There are too many properties. I don't know which one to move my mom to. It's really troublesome. I'm so worried."
"... Shut up!" Shen Yanming was annoyed, "Are you so rich?"
Indeed, if you think about it, it is impossible to be poor. Their club gives a lot, and because of their high popularity, they get a lot of commission from the live broadcast room, and they also have various endorsements and other commercial activities... However, it is a bit exaggerated to say that he has too many properties in Haicheng.
He Changkong explained: "He saved some money before and started investing with others..."
Shen Yanming sat upright and said to Pudding seriously, "Does your family need a Samoyed? One that has never been to college but can play games."
He Changkong: “…”
"Go, go, go find your owner," Pudding said, changing his position in disdain. "There's something else I want to tell you. I was very pleased to see our kid's performance in the competition today."
As he spoke, Pudding glanced in the direction of Sunday's room. The door was still closed. He probably thought that the child was doing his homework while playing music and had no idea what was going on outside.
Pudding continued: "I have some shoulder problems, everyone should know."
At first he didn't intend to tell anyone, but later his teammates found out about it after he felt pain several times. However, they basically thought it was caused by strain. Everyone advised him to go see a doctor, but he was not very willing.
Now he said: "Actually, the injury was not caused by playing professionally. I had a fight with my dad at home. I was afraid that the professional team would not want me, so I didn't dare to tell them. I'm sorry."
It was like this at first, but later he didn't dare to say it because he was afraid that his teammates would worry. He always thought he could hold on. And he didn't feel at ease leaving until he found someone to replace him, so he dragged it on until now.
Everyone said it was okay, and pudding said, "It's okay, I don't mind him hitting me..."
Meng Yan was stunned: "Why do you say it as if you are going to retire?"
Pudding hit him and said, "What? I want to say that in order to prolong my career, I want to go get my shoulder treated. I have to go back home eventually, and then I will come back to fly with you useless kids."
Meng Yan: "Who will take whom to fly?"
Shen Yanming tried to smooth things over: "They are flying together."
A few people chatted in the living room downstairs for a while, and after the coach left, they started to plot the sting operation. Meng Yan was entrusted with an important task, and downloaded a famous gay dating app. While looking for Moonlight's account, he shook his head and sighed, "I'm dirty, I'm not clean anymore."
Before finding moonlight, Meng Yan randomly clicked on a group to chat.
[Peerless Beauty 0]: Is there 1
When pudding saw the name, his face immediately fell: "Are you sure you can catch fish with a name like this?"
Meng Yan was addicted to pretending to be gay. He posted some disgusting words in the group and glanced at Pudding: "What do you know?"
They were having a lot of fun here. Shen Yanming said he wanted to go upstairs to take a shower and sleep, and He Changkong followed him back, of course, to their respective rooms.
He Changkong hasn't forgotten the letter he didn't read just now.
When he wrote to Shen Yanming, he certainly didn't expect to receive any response, he just wanted to encourage him. But receiving the reply made him feel a little excited.
Finally regaining his peace of mind, he leaned against the bed and unfolded the letter.
It was still written in neat elementary school student's handwriting, and it read -
"Brother, I was very touched by your letter. I have no education and have never read Shakespeare. My biggest hobby is listening to music. So I will quote some lyrics to express my feelings."
“… I want the heavens to know that I will not give up/I am grateful/thank you for being with me/my whole life/giving me the courage to be myself…”
I actually copied the entire song "Thank You" and gave it to him.