You are the most childish
The curly-haired sister asked Jin Zhou for his contact information but to no avail. Finally, she had to leave with a sigh. Someone else sat down next to her with the same purpose as the previous one.
Song Shuyang felt a little dizzy. He propped his head on the bar and counted how many people came and went to chat with Jin Zhou.
Damn, why is there still a man!
As he was counting, he became confused, his brain turned into a mess, his hands could no longer support him, and his face hit the table with a "bang".
When Jin Zhou came to his senses, he found that Song Shuyang had fallen asleep on the bar.
It was already past two o'clock and the crowd had dispersed. Only a few drunk customers were lying on the edge of the table to sober up. The waiter was preparing to clean up and no one was looking at him.
If he was a little more presumptuous, he would have taken advantage of this perfect opportunity to steal a hug, but the person he was facing was Song Shuyang, and he was used to restraining himself. If he made any inappropriate move, he would have called himself dirty.
So he just gently pushed his shoulder and called out boldly: "Zi Zi."
Song Shuyang's biological clock had already run out, and with the added effect of the alcohol, he fell into a deep sleep. Jin Zhou had no choice but to push harder, "Song Shuyang, let me take you home."
He snorted in dissatisfaction through his nose.
Jin Zhou lowered his voice and said, "Then you go sleep in the back. They need to clean up."
Song Shuyang had no choice but to stand up in a daze and wander back to the backcourt, stumbling with every step.
After seeing off those few individual customers, it was almost time to close. Jin Zhou unbuttoned his shirt as he walked, and halfway through he found a person lying sprawled out in the booth area where the lights had been turned off, one leg on the ground and the other on the back of the sofa, with his belly button exposed.
Someone at the front desk called him, "Brother Zhou, we're leaving first."
Jin Zhou waved to them.
He turned his head again and looked at Song Shuyang without saying a word.
He had the thinness that was unique to teenagers, and because of his posture, his body was stretched out very long, and the exposed waist was so thin that people suspected that the person lying there was a girl.
Jin Zhou didn't look at him any more. He helped him pull down his shirt and poked his face. "It's closed, boss."
It felt so good, like a sticky rice dumpling sprinkled with icing sugar, he couldn't help but poke it again.
Song Shuyang was annoyed by the poking and grabbed his finger with a short protest.
Jin Zhou immediately retracted his hand and hid it behind his back.
When Song Shuyang woke up, Jin Zhou was sitting next to him eating heated leftovers. He stretched and yawned and asked, "You are a boss after all, can't you eat some fresh food?"
"Bullshit boss, I'm just an employee," Jin Zhou put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth. "The Jiang Ying you were talking to last night is the manager, and there's an investor behind them. They're the bosses."
Song Shuyang said symbolically, "How miserable!" and then suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Did you eat it?"
"What?"
"Sweet and sour eggplant strips."
"I ate it. It was okay. It was a little mushy when fried."
"That's because my mom fried it!"
"Then may I ask what role you play in this dish?"
Song Shuyang scratched his head and said shamelessly: "It has the effect of preventing the eggplant from resurrecting."
“…No wonder the shape is so ugly.”
I thought Song Shuyang would talk back, but he just stared at me for a while, then suddenly his shoulders slumped like a deflated ball and he stammered, "Jin Zhou, I'm sorry."
"Oh, Master Song can still say sorry?"
Song Shuyang also felt that he was very strange. He was still fighting with Jin Zhou after returning from last winter vacation. After a semester, especially after the incident with Chen Xi, he suddenly felt that fighting with Jin Zhou was meaningless.
Jin Zhou is already an adult with his own career and friends. What he cares about is the bar's revenue and how many booths are booked. He doesn't care whether a non-blood-related brother falls in love before him.
"Jin Zhou, am I very childish?" He scratched his nose embarrassedly.
"Yeah," Jin Zhou said as he packed up his lunch box, "You're the most childish one."
But he added: "It's good to be able to reflect on yourself."
Song Shuyang's thoughts jumped quickly. He was just reflecting on himself, but before he finished reflecting, he asked, "Are you as busy as you are today every day?"
Jin Zhou looked at him and smiled, thinking that his many questions were cute. "Today is my most idle day of the week."
Seeing Song Shuyang's surprise, he explained: "There are no activities on Monday and Wednesday, and there will be shows on Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. Saturday is a special disco."
"Is that so?" Song Shuyang also looked at him and smiled, "Then can you bring me over here again on Saturday?"
Jin Zhou raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you really coming?"
"How could this be false?"
"Okay." Jin Zhou agreed readily.
After leaving Helios, the streetlights outside were already on. For the first time in his life, Song Shuyang stayed out all night. This rebellious feeling made him excited. He had slept enough, so he pulled Jin Zhou and asked, "Come with me to the internet cafe to play games?"
Jin Zhou shook off his hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense. If I take you to the internet cafe, your mother will scold me to death."
"I'm not telling her!"
Looking at those eager eyes, Jin Zhou hardened his heart and still did not agree. He was afraid that staying like this would disrupt Song Shuyang's biological clock during the holiday and he would not be able to adapt when he returned to school.
In the end, Song Shuyang was taken home to sleep. In fact, he was sleepy as soon as he touched the bed, but in order to save face, he forced his eyes open and said that he was not sleepy. How could Jin Zhou not understand him? He forcibly tucked the quilt into him, turned up the air conditioner, and threatened him: "If you don't sleep well, I won't take you out on Saturday."
Under the tyranny, Song Shuyang fell asleep obediently.
The man who said he was not sleepy slept until ten o'clock. He got up and went downstairs. Song Nian had already gone to work. Song Shuyang was itching to chat with Jin Zhou, but he remembered that Song Nian had repeatedly warned him not to disturb Jin Zhou's sleep during the day. Finally, he felt guilty and decided to have fun by himself.
He was dizzy after watching videos all morning, but he didn't know what else to do. Suddenly, he missed the time before Jin Zhou opened the bar. Although he was annoying, at least he could argue with him and it wasn't boring. Occasionally, when they were in peace, he could play games with him. Although he couldn't lead him to success, at least his teammates wouldn't scold him so harshly for his sake.
"I shouldn't have come back if I had known." Song Shuyang sighed.
After finally getting off work at six o'clock, Song Shuyang finally had something to do. He came close to Song Nian, poking her here and there, which was annoying. Song Nian couldn't stand it anymore, "If you keep annoying me, go get a summer job!"
He still didn't feel satisfied after saying that, so he added, "No wonder Xixi doesn't want to stay with you, why is she so annoying?", deliberately poking at his heart.
In this way, Song Shuyang behaved well for the whole night.
But it was just one night, when Jin Zhou came downstairs, he immediately stuck to him, asking for something but his words were especially sweet, "Brother, can you take me there again today?"
Jin Zhou said, "Get lost. It's not annoying enough to have you with me."
Song Shuyang was heartbroken, patting his chest and shouting, "Am I so annoying?"
Song Nian and Jin Zhou replied in unison: "It's good that you know!"
“…”
Song Shuyang stayed at home in seclusion for half the night. When he woke up the next day, he saw his own video. No wonder Jin Zhou didn’t take him to Helios last night. It turned out that last night was his special time to complain about himself!
His fighting spirit, which had just been extinguished, was rekindled. He opened a new account, planning to take a picture of Jin Zhou at home wearing a big vest and shorts, with his hair uncombed and his face unwashed, so that his group of fans would be disillusioned from then on!
In this way, it was Saturday and Song Shuyang still hadn't found a job, but the good news was that Jin Jiaan was back.
His relationship with Jin Jia'an was not as close as Jin Zhou and Song Nian. After all, they only saw each other a few times a year. But every time he knew that Jin Jia'an was coming back, he would inexplicably feel a sense of anticipation. He himself found it difficult to explain what this feeling was.
He arrived home in the early morning. Song Shuyang was half asleep when he heard someone talking in the living room. He got up and saw that it was the father and son chatting.
Jin Jia'an was a quiet man. It was basically Jin Zhou who was talking, and he would only respond sparingly. Song Shuyang came out of the room and greeted him: "Uncle Jin, you're back."
"Um."
"Why did you come back in just a few days this time?"
Jin Zhou said, "Come back to rest for a while, and leave in the afternoon."
"Oh, I see."
Song Shuyang rubbed his eyes and was about to go back to his room when Jin Jiaan suddenly called him.
He took out a square box from the big bag he was carrying as if by magic. After seeing what was inside, Song Shuyang was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.
Although his registered residence and the city where he grew up are both Jiang City, he was born in Jing City and still has an unbreakable bond with that northern city in his blood. What Jin Jiaan brought him was a Jing City cultural and creative ornament that has been very popular on the Internet recently. It is said to be a one-to-one replica of the most famous palace.
He gave Jin Jiaan a warm and generous hug, "Thank you, Uncle Jin!"
Jin Jiaan's eyes also showed kindness, and he rubbed his head.
"Hurry up and go back to sleep," Jin Zhou moved his shoulders towards the door of his room, "Aren't you going clubbing with me tonight?"
"Hehehe." Song Shuyang ran back to the room holding his beloved cultural and creative products.
After confirming that his door was closed, Jin Zhou turned around and said, "Dad, she told me about what happened between you and Aunt Song."
Jin Jiaan's emotions didn't fluctuate much, he just said "hmm" lightly.
Jin Zhou sat down and added water to his teacup. "There's something I want to ask you. You're with Aunt Song. Do you really love her or do you feel you should find a partner at your age?"
He and his father both owed the Song family a debt, and he knew it.
They were kind enough to provide them with a place to stay and took meticulous care of the father and son. To put it bluntly, even a high-end nanny couldn't be so attentive. But now, the old man is coveting the mistress, and the young man is coveting the son. Jin Zhou is immersed in guilt day and night because of those secret thoughts, and the bruises on his eyes are all caused by sleepless nights.
When he realized that his feelings for Song Shuyang were not pure, he was confused. Was it because of his gratitude to Song Nian that influenced his feelings, or was it because he really just liked Song Shuyang as a person? Later, as he grew older, he split himself into two parts, one as his brother, and the other as a man who loved him and restrained himself to give him double love.
Jin Jiaan interrupted his wandering thoughts, "I haven't had this idea in recent years."
Jin Zhou raised his eyebrows.
Jin Jiaan scratched his head shyly, "It's been a few years..."
Jin Zhou showed an expression of understanding.
I didn't expect his father to be so reserved. He had been secretly in love with her for several years but didn't dare to tell her. If Song Nian hadn't taken the initiative, the two of them would probably have to wait until they were in their seventies or eighties to have a passionate twilight romance.
But then Jin Zhou thought about himself and felt that he was not much better. He was even worse than his father, who was almost getting a regular job.
"Don't rush into this matter. I'm afraid Song Shuyang won't be able to accept it right away."
Jin Jiaan nodded, "Well, no rush."
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