In the evening, Song Ming organized a party and asked Jiang Yiyu to go out for a drink. Song Shengsheng was busy with his thesis and had no time to take care of him. He just gave him a red envelope and let him go.
Jiang Yiyu felt that he was not valued and was in a depressed mood. Even when he was sitting in the bar's private room, listening to Song Ming and the others talking and laughing, he still couldn't muster any interest.
Amidst the blaring music, Song Ming walked over to him, holding a glass of wine, and sat down beside him, clinking glasses with him. "Brother, what are you thinking about? You still have such a stern face."
Jiang Yiyu took a sip of wine and said, "I just feel bored. I don't know why I came out. What about you? Wen Jing doesn't care about you?"
"She and I live our own lives, and neither of us cares about the other."
"The wedding is in October, and you're not in any rush at all."
Song Ming smiled and said, "It's just a formality. Neither of us takes it seriously."
"Is this really a fake marriage?"
"Not really. Well, who cares? It doesn't matter who I'm with. Now that I'm engaged, I feel relieved. At least my mom doesn't force me to go on blind dates every day."
"Too."
"How about you? We haven't seen each other for so long, and my sister told me to let you out, so you came out?"
Jiang Yiyu laughed at himself, "You don't know this, but in her eyes, I'm not even as important as a line in her paper. She bothered me when I was at home, gave me some pocket money, and then sent me away. That was the best. After three months away from home, I found that her interest in me has really faded. My face is no longer attractive enough to her."
"I've advised you a long time ago not to always think about pleasing others with your beauty." Song Ming said with a smile.
Jiang Yiyu nagged him and said angrily, "Get lost! Don't talk like a nagging woman."
"You're not? This resentment is almost rising to the sky."
Jiang Yiyu raised his head and drank the wine in his glass. He picked up the cigarette box from the table and shook it at Song Ming: "It's too noisy in here. Let's go out and have a cigarette."
"Okay." Song Ming stood up and followed him out.
The two stood on the terrace at the back door of the bar. Jiang Yiyu bent over, supported himself with his arms, leaned against the fence, and lit a cigarette.
Song Ming asked him to borrow a light and leaned against the fence: "How come this year has passed so quickly? In the blink of an eye it's already September, and in the blink of an eye again, it's New Year's Day again."
Jiang Yiyu took a deep breath and looked at the cars passing by on the road across the green belt, his eyes full of fatigue. "This year has been really fucking tiring. To be honest, I didn't feel this way last year."
"What, do you regret marrying my sister?"
"It has nothing to do with her. It's just that everything has suddenly happened this year, but I always want to deal with it quickly, sort out all the troubles, and then give her a wedding. If I don't have this wedding, I always feel like I owe her."
"It's okay. As the saying goes, too much debt is better than nothing. The more you owe, the thicker your skin will become. When your skin becomes so thick that it's invulnerable, your mental quality will also improve."
"Fuck, you two really are brother and sister. Can you believe she said something similar to you before?"
"This is called being of the same lineage. It sees through your essence."
Song Ming dusted off his cigarette ash, then turned around and looked at the road with Jiang Yiyu. After a moment of silence, he leaned over and looked seriously at the roadside. Jiang Yiyu glanced at him and said, "Are you looking at a beautiful woman again? You're looking at her so intently, like a giraffe. Tomorrow, you don't have to go to work at the company. Apply directly at the zoo and you'll definitely become a protected animal..."
"Don't be so joking! Look at the group of young boys on the street. Is your unlucky brother among them?" Song Ming put his arm around Jiang Yiyu's shoulders and pointed at him: "That's the one wearing jeans."
Jiang Yiyu couldn't see clearly. He took out his phone, turned on the camera, pointed it in the direction of Song Ming's finger, and zoomed in. "Oh my god, it really seems to be true! This little bastard, he doesn't do anything serious all day long, except lying and going crazy, and now he has learned to go out and fool around. Look at those young men next to him, the yellow-haired and the red-haired, they don't look like serious kids at all."
Song Ming glanced at his phone screen: "In this respect, we look like brothers."
"Get lost! When I was his age, I was a bit of a jerk, but I never messed with my hair. And even if I was, I was always handsome and confident. I had to be the boss wherever I went. Unlike him, who is such a bootlicker, always bowing and scraping. The little bastard just has bad genes."
"You don't care about him?"
"Why should I care? I'm already annoyed enough today. I don't have the mood to be angry with him."
Just as he was about to turn off his phone, he heard an argument coming from Jiang Yicheng's side, followed by the sounds of cursing and fighting.
Song Ming: "You really don't care? No matter what the adults do, it's their business. The child is innocent. If he shows up and something bad happens, Zhao Rong will know you were there today. She'll cry, make a fuss, and even threaten to commit suicide. It will be so annoying."
"It's none of my business. If you don't tell me and I don't tell anyone, who would know that I saw it?"
"Really?"
Jiang Yiyu put the phone back into his pocket: "No matter!"
The two stood there smoking for a while. Seeing the fight on the sidewalk getting more and more intense, Jiang Yiyu felt a little unbearable. He cursed and put out his cigarette: "It's my bad luck. Help him call the police."
"You hit me?"
Jiang Yiyu and Song Ming exchanged a glance and said, "You should fight. I'll stop causing trouble for your wife. Otherwise, I'm afraid she'll throw me to the crew for the whole next year."
"Alright." Song Ming took out his phone and called the police. While waiting for them, Jiang Yiyu became more and more frightened. "Isn't this a bit too harsh? Does this count as affray? How long will the sentence be?"
"You don't care about your brother, you care about this, why don't we go take a look."
"Where on earth do you think he got to know this bunch of hooligans?"
"How would I know? I've never had this kind of experience in my life. The few times I've been close to people like this were when I stood up for justice with you. It's not good. So, in one sentence, are you going to do something about it?"
Jiang Yiyu thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we go and take a look? Jiang Yicheng is annoying, but he's not lethal."
Song Ming had a look on his face that said, "I know this." He smiled, put his arm around his shoulder, and walked down the stairs next to the back door, heading towards the scene of the commotion. Jiang Yiyu took out a mask from his pocket and put it on: "Just in case, don't cause trouble."
"Let's just take Jiang Yicheng out."
Jiang Yiyu nodded. He was even prepared to see Jiang Yicheng being beaten to a bloody pulp. But who would have thought that before he and Song Ming got close, he saw Jiang Yicheng hiding behind a big tree, watching the fight stealthily like a thief.
He pointed at Jiang Yicheng to Song Ming, who cursed, "What a cunning fellow."
Jiang Yiyu smiled, stepped over the bushes, walked behind Jiang Yicheng, and grabbed his collar. Jiang Yicheng was startled and begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
After seeing that the person behind him was Jiang Yiyu, he breathed a sigh of relief, pretended to be calm, and called out "Brother" in a low voice.
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