Chapter 38
"I think about you all the time."
"When can we meet offline?"
"When is the next time?"
Over there, Qiao Ruiyi stood there at a loss for a moment, feeling inexplicably that the voice being spoken seemed to have been heard somewhere before.
Finally, he decided to leave quietly, but just as he was about to turn around, the boy sitting on the chair suddenly hung up the phone and stood up.
The caller and the accidental eavesdropper looked at each other awkwardly, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" The boy in black who made the call was the first to ask.
The man looked like he had just reached adulthood. His skin was very white, almost glowing, which contrasted sharply with the black T-shirt he was wearing. His pupils were as black as ebony, and there was a red mole at the corner of his eye. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and he looked at the stranger standing in front of him cautiously.
There shouldn't be anyone in the park at this time.
Knowing that he had offended the other party, Qiao Ruiyi took the initiative to apologize to the other party, "I'm sorry, I came here to look for Uncle Zhang, the security guard, and I came here by accident. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your phone call."
"What are you doing here to see Uncle Zhang?" The boy in black folded his arms as the host, staring at the other person intently.
Judging from the tone of this person's voice, he also knew the park security guard, Uncle Zhang.
Qiao Ruiyi was quite surprised by this.
He seized on this clue and asked hastily, "You also know Uncle Zhang? Do you know where he went? I just happened to have something to ask him."
The man replied: "Uncle Zhang is sick today and should be in the hospital now."
All in all, Uncle Zhang is not in the park today.
“Really…” The light in Qiao Ruiyi’s eyes gradually dimmed, and his hands clenched unconsciously.
He originally wanted to deliver the cat food he bought to the other party, but it seems that his trip was in vain.
The boy in black didn't notice anything wrong with the other person, and gradually let down his guard towards Qiao Rui in front of him.
"What do you want from Uncle Zhang? Maybe I can help you?"
The boy in black’s subconscious mind told himself: the other party is not a bad person.
Qiao Ruiyi explained: "I bought cat food to feed the stray cats in the park. The uneaten cat food was handed over to Uncle Zhang so that he could continue to help feed the cats."
I didn't expect an accident to happen this year. Uncle Zhang was not in the park.
The boy in black nodded. He had heard Uncle Zhang mention the boy who came to feed the cats every year. Seeing is believing.
"I see. Where are the things you bought? I live nearby, so I can help you deliver them to Uncle Zhang." The boy in black offered to help.
"Great, thank you so much, the things are right here."
The two returned to their original place.
Many cats were licking their paws contentedly after eating, or lying on the ground lazily basking in the sun. They did not hide when they saw two people walking side by side, as if they treated them as acquaintances.
The boy in black introduced his name as Yi Xiaolan. He almost became a colleague of Uncle Zhang. He currently lives near the park and works as a freelancer at home. He will come over for a visit in his free time.
As he spoke, Yi Xiaolan also showed Qiao Ruiyi a photo of him and Uncle Zhang to prove that he was not lying.
After getting the guarantee, Qiao Ruiyi not only delivered the cat food to the other party, but also added each other on WeChat. He transferred 600 yuan to the user named "Yi" - this was the food expenses after the cat finished eating the food.
"Okay, I will hand over the cat food and money to Uncle Zhang at that time. If you have any questions, you can contact me at any time."
When Yi Xiaolan's voice came closer to listen, Qiao Ruiyi felt confused again - this voice was really familiar.
Has he really never seen this person?
After explaining everything, Qiao Ruiyi, who was about to leave, stopped at the entrance of Changlu Park and looked back. There was a question in his mind that he hadn't asked out loud.
Brother, why here?
…
The other side.
In a bright and tidy live broadcast room, the pure white walls are reflected with soft fill light, and there are only a black microphone and two monitors on the wooden table.
Yuan Xingyou had just finished lunch and was about to tidy up the desk and start his live broadcast work for the day when suddenly, the phone he had placed on the desk rang.
“Ring, ring, ring…”
Yuan Xingyou first glanced at the two words jumping on the phone, then slowly cleaned up the mess on the table. Until he wiped his palms clean, the phone was still ringing.
He then slowly answered the phone.
As soon as the phone was connected, a middle-aged woman's voice rang out impatiently.
"Hey, son, I haven't been feeling well lately. The doctor said I have a herniated disc and the treatment will cost three thousand five hundred. Please transfer some money to me quickly, so that this minor illness won't turn into a major one."
Her voice was loud and steady, and her words were decisive. It didn't sound like a request, but more like an unquestionable demand of the other party.
Yuan Xingyou pursed his lips, his hand unconsciously clenched the phone, and without saying a word, he listened quietly to the person on the other end of the phone talking non-stop.
"Maybe it's because I did too much heavy work when I was young. Now that I'm a little older, I'm sick. In the end, it's because I took care of you two brothers..."
The middle-aged woman on the phone was halfway through her words when suddenly a rough male voice rang out from the other end of the phone.
"Son, it's Dad! Dad has recently become fascinated with fishing. He needs a high-quality fishing rod imported from abroad to catch big fish. Can you support Dad's hobby? It doesn't cost much, just two thousand and two."
The more Yuan Xingyou listened, the more he wanted to laugh, and the corners of his mouth curved into a sarcastic arc.
He really didn't expect that his parents, who had always disliked him, would call him every month. As a result, the first thing they asked for was money.
Maybe he shouldn't have told the truth then...
Yuan Xingyou’s live broadcast just went viral, and his parents got the news from somewhere and actually came to the monthly rental house where he was temporarily staying.
That day, Yuan's mother wore a bright red top, which was rare, and carried a pirated LV bag on her arm.
As soon as she walked into the house, she began to nitpick. She first talked about the rented house from top to bottom, then turned around and saw the computer desk by the wall. She pointed at Yuan Xingyou and started to scold him: "Why didn't you go to work after leaving home?"
The father who walked in later glanced at the furnishings in the room without any expression, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "Son, we are all experienced people. How much money can you make playing games? You should listen to your mother's advice and turn back!"
Yuan's mother was very angry on the way here. She never expected that the son she let go would go astray. Not only did he not make any money, but his thoughts also fell into a swamp.
She was furious, with one hand on her waist and the other hand slamming the table, as fierce as a tiger. "Why do you stay in your room playing games all day? What future do you have in this kind of work?"
Yuan's father advised earnestly: "Son, while you are still young, find a solid job quickly. It doesn't matter if you get a salary of 3,000 yuan a month, as long as you can transfer 1,000 yuan to your family every month."
Yuan's father and mother played the good guy and the bad guy respectively, and they cooperated with each other so tacitly that Yuan Xingyou couldn't say a word of rebuttal.
Yuan Xingyou forced himself to put aside the estrangement between the two and tried hard to prove that his choice was not wrong.
“I can make money.”
Mother Yuan folded her arms and spoke with a tone full of sarcasm: "How much money can you make? Two thousand a month?"
"I made five thousand last month!"
As soon as Yuan Xingyou finished speaking, the expressions on Yuan's father and mother's faces changed suddenly, and they saw disbelief in each other's eyes.
"Are you lying to us?"
"Do you really have this ability?"
Facing the continuous doubts, Yuan Xingyou chose to remain calm this time: "If you are willing to believe me, then I will believe you. If not, there is nothing I can do."
Yuan's father and mother knew their son's character. He would never lie. Their expressions changed immediately, and a smile appeared on their eyebrows. They kept praising the other party:
"Sure, son, you've made it big! You found such a promising job!"
"Is this job so profitable? Just sitting at home will bring a lot of money into my pocket. Can I make 5,000 yuan every month?"
They thought the anchors received a fixed salary, but a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan was far beyond their expectations.
Yuan Xingyou remained silent, and his father and mother took it as his consent.
Mother Yuan subconsciously clenched the fake bag in her hand, her eyes shining with gold. "Son, now that you are rich, you must not forget to be filial to your parents. The ancients said: Filial piety comes first among all virtues! Remember to transfer 2,000 yuan to your family every month."
To be honest, she had long wanted to buy an authentic bag to improve her status.
The father also arranged a new obligation for the other party, "Son, your brother is still in college, which is a considerable expense. Now that you have the ability, you must consciously assume the responsibility of being the eldest brother. Remember to transfer 1,000 yuan of living expenses to your brother every month."
Mother Yuan pretended to have good intentions and held Yuan Xingyou's hand tightly, "Son, look how good your parents are to you. We knew that your living conditions were difficult when you first started working in society, so we never asked you for money for your retirement. We only came to you when you became rich."
She felt that she was the most caring mother in the world and had given so much to raise her two sons.
Father Yuan nodded in agreement, "Son, you should thank your parents. If they hadn't recognized that you were not cut out for studying and helped you with the procedures for dropping out of school, you wouldn't have achieved such great success today."
——They both really have a keen eye for talent!
Yuan Xingyou was already in a bad mood, and when the other party mentioned that he was forced to drop out of school, the expression on his face almost couldn't be suppressed, and veins bulged on the back of his hands.
At this moment, he wanted to question the other party without caring about anything: Why did you decide to drop out of school for him? Why did you sacrifice him? Why did you ignore him before? Why did you talk about money as soon as you met?
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