Chapter 47 Chapter 47 The new husband has appeared, go ahead...
"Ladies and gentlemen, our flight is expected to arrive at San Myshuno International Airport in 30 minutes. The ground temperature is..."
He Songfeng opened the sun visor on the plane and looked down from an altitude of ten thousand meters.
At 8:30 in the evening, San Myshuno, with its skyscrapers as stars and the traffic on Fifth Avenue running through the city as planets, forms a complete and dazzling Milky Way.
The temperature on the plane was a bit too low for He Songfeng. A wisp of cold wind blew into his collar, but it couldn't dispel the burning heat in his eyes. He leaned against the window, his reddened fingertips pressed tightly against the cold surface, trying to depict every detail of the city with his hands.
At this moment, He Songfeng finally felt the taste of freedom after a long time.
The wind is invisible, the night is hazy, but his heart is boundless.
He Songfeng had no luggage. He came empty-handed, got off the plane empty-handed, and left the airport empty-handed.
Just like him, empty.
Fortunately, he still had the envelope Zhang Hejing had given him, which contained his admission approval and apartment address. Zhang Hejing had rented an apartment for him for the next semester in advance, giving him a small place to stay in this unfamiliar city.
He Songfeng held his cell phone in his left hand and looked at the address with his right hand. He looked left and right and unknowingly walked a long way alone, so far that he walked to the side of a road that seemed to be in the suburbs. The street lights above his head were dim.
Not far away is the brightly lit airport shopping mall, but here is a forgotten place.
He Songfeng was startled and realized that someone was staring at him in the dark, so he hurried back.
Just as He Songfeng turned around, his arm was grabbed tightly, and the other party spoke to him with a thick black accent.
The man was so strong that he could almost pick up He Songfeng with one hand like a chicken. He Songfeng didn't dare to anger him and smiled cautiously.
Cheng Yiliao's voice rang out from behind He Songfeng, accompanied by the sound of panting running: "He Songfeng, why are you here when I was just going to handle some paperwork?"
When he discovered that there was a man standing in front of He Songfeng, almost blending into the darkness, his expression suddenly changed. He rushed forward, gripping his collar and raising his fist, and shouted at the man: "Get out!"
The dark-skinned man looked up at Cheng Yiliao, then glanced at He Songfeng. After weighing the pros and cons, he raised his hands high and curled his lips helplessly to indicate his surrender.
Cheng Yiliao quickly grabbed He Songfeng and walked towards a brighter place, muttering earnestly as he walked, "This place is not as good as you think. It's very dangerous whether it's night or day."
Cheng Yiliao stopped outside a hamburger shop, loosened his grip on He Songfeng's arm, held He Songfeng's face with both hands, and said again with certainty: "You are so beautiful and very popular, do you know that?"
He Songfeng nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
Cheng Yiliao left a light kiss on the center of He Songfeng's eyebrows, not daring to use force or leave any marks.
"Luckily I followed you. If you were so confused, you might have been eaten as soon as you got off the plane."
He Songfeng nodded again. This time, he placed his phone and address in front of Cheng Yiliao and asked for help softly, "I don't know how to use this. Can you help me?"
He Songfeng covered the last house number of the address with his thumb inconspicuously. He didn't know how to use his mobile phone to check the address and location, so he had to ask Cheng Yiliao for help, but he really didn't want Cheng Yiliao to know where he lived.
Cheng Yiliao raised his eyes and glanced at He Songfeng, quickly took He Songfeng's mobile phone, and skillfully searched back and forth for the location. In less than half a minute, he determined the route and method of travel.
He stretched out his hand to He Songfeng and opened his palm: "Then hold me tight and don't get lost."
"Um."
He Songfeng had no choice but to put his hand into Cheng Yiliao's palm. The other party's palm was scorching hot, like a red-hot chain, binding He Songfeng tightly inside and out, burning his palms and backs of his hands numb.
An hour and a half later.
The two finally arrived at the open space below the apartment building.
He Songfeng suddenly pulled his hand out of Cheng Yiliao's palm, gently pinched Cheng Yiliao's arm flesh, and instructed: "You haven't bought any toiletries yet. Go to the Asian supermarket and buy them. I'll wait for you here."
"Okay." Cheng Yiliao agreed and walked back the way he came.
Just as Cheng Yiliao turned around and took the first step, He Songfeng walked straight into the apartment building without thinking.
The apartment building is an old building, eight stories high, but there is no elevator. He Songfeng lives on the fifth floor, so he has to walk up the stairs in circles.
When you step on the steps under your feet, they make a strange creaking sound that comes from being in disrepair.
Dim light seeped out from the crack in the door, and it seemed as if a monster would jump out of the tightly closed old wooden door at any time, opening its bloody mouth to swallow He Songfeng.
He Songfeng became more and more nervous as he walked, so much so that he didn't dare to look down through the spiral staircase.
Tap tap——
To the point that he didn't even realize that the footsteps didn't belong to him.
He Songfeng nervously pinched the corner of his clothes, his palms clenched tightly, and even though his fingertips were separated by clothes, he still pinched out a crescent moon in his palms.
There was no extra space for the paper with the address, so He Songfeng didn't know when the paper was thrown away.
Bang--
The apartment door finally closed.
He Songfeng's back was covered with a thick layer of cold sweat.
The exterior of the apartment building, after some repairs, still maintains its appearance from a hundred years ago, but the interior of the apartment has been renovated to a modern look. Although it is far inferior to high-rise buildings and penthouses, it is enough to satisfy He Songfeng's vanity.
The rectangular layout consists of one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, with a small area reserved for the entrance. From the windows on the fifth floor, one can clearly see the entire street with a century-old history.
Not far away, there is a tall clock tower with flashing lights. It is the landmark building of the school where He Songfeng will study for the next four years.
Zhang Hejing had asked someone to prepare all the daily necessities in the room in advance. He Songfeng just had to move in, and Zhang Hejing had prepared everything for him.
He Songfeng sat on the sofa in the living room, holding his mobile phone in both hands, staring blankly at Zhang Hejing on the screen, who had been blocked and deleted by him.
He typed two words again: Thank you.
A red exclamation mark indicates that the user is not a friend.
Through a small screen, it reaches the eyes of people from all over the world at the same time.
What He Songfeng didn't know was that behind the bright red exclamation mark, there were countless one-sided crushes and teenage feelings from Zhang Hejing.
Zhang Hejing had too little drive. When he saw He Songfeng, he only dared to follow behind.
Following closely, it became silent tracking, then following, and then surveillance.
Every action was twisted into evil deeds silently by Zhang Hejing, but the starting point was just Zhang Hejing's silent desire to get closer.
Zhang Hejing always has a twisted attitude towards love. After being rejected by He Songfeng, she always wanted to be a mistress. Later, even when she had the opportunity, she just silently showed her goodwill through actions and gave all the initiative to He Songfeng.
But He Songfeng has always been a passive person.
Two passive people are like two magnets with the same polarity. No matter how close they get, they will eventually be cruelly separated because of this "homogeneity".
This is the tragic gap between them, the pitiful character flaws that make it impossible for the two people who are most suitable to be together.
He Songfeng put down his phone, and his body felt as if all the bones were pulled out, and he fell lazily into the sofa.
In a daze, half asleep and half awake, I heard a terrifying knocking sound coming from the door that separated the old and the new.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang-!
He Songfeng was shocked and woke up completely.
He was afraid of the knocks on the door. A normal, rational person would usually knock three times, pause, and then knock three more times, not knock all at once like this.
It was like killing someone, stabbing the person in the stomach once, but worried that the person wouldn't die, so he stabbed the person again and again, straight in and out, with strong malice.
He Songfeng walked to the door cautiously, lowered his head and stared at the faint yellow light that crept in from the gap under the door.
He asked in a clumsy voice, "Who's outside the door?"
He Songfeng's question did not receive an answer. He only heard the door next door creak open, and heavy footsteps drunkenly stepped into the room. The knocking on the door stopped.
But He Songfeng still felt very uneasy, so he stood on tiptoe, leaned over the peephole on the door, and looked out carefully.
It was pitch black outside the corridor. The overly thick and silent darkness swallowed up everything outside the corridor. All He Songfeng could see was the darkness.
He Songfeng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the person who was knocking on the door had finally stopped.
He took a glass of water and sat down on the sofa in the living room.
After drinking a few sips, He Songfeng's brows suddenly frowned, and he turned his head abruptly to stare at the yellow light leaking in from outside the entrance.
The corridor of this old building has its own yellow wall lamp, and the light seeping in from under the door is proof of that.
But just now the cat's eyes were all black...
He Songfeng suddenly broke out in a cold sweat on his back, and he raised his gaze to the cat's eye.
It looks like eyes, so much like eyes!
He Songfeng thought of an even more horrifying possibility.
The black he just saw through the cat's eye was not black, but the eyeball of the person outside.
At this moment - the person outside was looking through the peephole, watching his every move clearly.
He Songfeng's heart felt like it was stabbed by a dagger.
His heart almost stopped beating, and blood was blocked in the left and right ventricles. His whole body began to become numb and stiff due to excessive blood loss and lack of oxygen, and his skin turned a terrifying light purple.
At the same time, the people peeping outside seemed to realize that something was wrong with He Songfeng.
A crumpled note was passed through the crack in the door.
He Songfeng stared at the crack in the door and walked slowly towards it step by step like a crab.
He didn't even have to squat down to pick up the paper. It took him almost a second to recognize that it was his apartment address.
The note was incomplete; there was a hole at the end of the address, where the house number should be. The man who found it must have torn it out intentionally.
He Songfeng imitated Cheng Liao's tone towards the black man and shouted angrily, "Get out of here! Or I'll call the police."
It was very quiet outside the door.
He Songfeng really wanted to look out through the peephole to check what was going on, but when he thought about how his eyes were only separated from the man outside by a thin layer of door panel, he felt nauseous and shuddered all over, and he didn't have the courage to look out again.
Turning around, He Songfeng quickly moved a chair to prop up the door panel, and at the same time used wet toilet paper to cover the peephole. After doing these two things, he was able to barely get rid of the creepy feeling from his trembling bones.
It took He Songfeng a long time to wake up. Because he was in a foreign country and suffered from jet lag, his sleep was not peaceful. He woke up for no reason almost every few minutes. After waking up several times in a row, he simply took out all the information Zhang Hejing gave him from the folder and read it word by word.
If a high school becomes an aristocratic college by relying on the number of students, then He Songfeng's university, the University of Blchester, was established as a formal aristocratic college and was once a royal institution affiliated with the royal family.
What makes He Song even more famous is his major: art history.
He Songfeng had never even held a paintbrush, and as a child from the countryside, he knew nothing about art.
As for what industry one can work in after returning to China with this major, He Songfeng has no idea.
He Songfeng held his cheek and turned the pen around in his right hand.
He decided to study hard first, and after getting a high GPA, he would immediately change his major and learn a down-to-earth skill.
Early the next morning.
After He Songfeng tidied himself up, he mustered up the courage to lie on the cat's eye and look out.
The peephole finally returned to normal. Although the corridor was still dim, it was like the moonlight covered by a layer of fog. The gray and brown interior frames were elegantly paused in various places in the corridor.
He Songfeng seized this moment of peace and hurried out of the apartment, locking the door before leaving.
He ran downstairs, and as he ran, he did not forget to check whether the information in his briefcase was complete, even though he had checked it seven or eight times before leaving.
He Songfeng lives very close to the school, just across a residential area, and it only takes a few steps to reach the door.
But the real challenge came when we arrived at the gate. The school was almost four or even five times the size of a high school, and seniors riding bicycles could be seen everywhere on campus.
He Songfeng was confused as he walked, but fortunately, his face always attracted people's special attention. Just when He Songfeng was walking along the road for the second time, a senior student stopped him and asked him what he was looking for.
At the same time, He Songfeng felt a strong gaze from behind.
He Songfeng calmly took out his admission handbook and pointed to the Student Service Center.
Instead of showing He Songfeng the way, the other party led He Songfeng into the service center and taught him step by step how to submit his ID, collect his student card and class schedule, and finally gave He Songfeng a detailed school map when he left.
He Songfeng turned around to familiarize himself with the campus and classroom, but the feeling of being monitored from behind became more and more serious.
He Songfeng simply picked a classroom where the first class was in session, walked in calmly, sat down, took out his notes, and listened attentively.
He Songfeng had no idea what major he was taking, but when he thought about the man following him who already knew where he lived, he couldn't let him continue to know what his major was.
“Are you Chinese?”
"Um."
After hearing the answer, the other person's eyes lit up, "Hahaha... I didn't expect there would be another Chinese person in this major."
He Songfeng was puzzled, "What major?"
"anthropology."
"fine."
He Songfeng sat there for about forty minutes. After confirming that the intense gaze had disappeared, He Songfeng immediately left the classroom through the back door. This time, he took the initiative to ask for directions and quickly found his classroom.
I thought that "Art History" and "Anthropology" should be an unpopular subject, but I didn't expect that there were twenty people in the classroom including him.
The men and women seated in their seats were all dressed in striking attire, with the latest Apple laptops before them. Translation software on the screens was translating the professor's words in real time. As for the people in front of the screens, they were busy forming cliques with the students around them.
He Songfeng arrived late and chose a corner to sit down, listening to the people around him chattering about which bar to go to and which party game to go to.
He Songfeng placed the notebook and pen on the table, spread it out, listened carefully to the professor, and took notes without stopping for a moment while holding the pen.
"Hello, I didn't understand what the professor just said. Do you know what it means?" He Songfeng asked the classmate next to him.
The other person glanced at He Songfeng from head to toe, casually moved the computer screen in front of He Songfeng, and snorted contemptuously: "You can't even afford a computer, and even beggars can come to study abroad."
He Songfeng was a little confused by the scolding, but when he came to his senses, the classmate was already smiling and chatting with another person as if nothing had happened.
"Now we come to the first class's self-introductions. Which student would like to be the first to introduce themselves?"
There are ABCs who are casually introducing themselves with laughter, or test-takers who are well prepared, or socialites who can attract a group of people to cheer them on after just a few words.
He Songfeng was the last one to go on stage, and by then everyone was already impatient with "self-introductions".
Moreover, because He Songfeng behaved too stiffly and seriously, as if he were giving a speech or debate, he attracted a lot of boos from several people in the audience, who laughed at his unsociability and hypocrisy.
"Why don't you have any brand-name items on you? Where's your computer? Did studying abroad in the arts bankrupt you?"
"You're so beautiful, didn't anyone give you these things? Or is it because you just arrived and couldn't find a sugardaddy?"
"Or...are you pretending to be innocent and pure so you can seduce others?"
He Songfeng was completely stunned at the podium. He didn't understand why there was such sudden malice.
College is a fresh start, but it's also a new arena of vanity, flattery, and vanity. It's a world of fame and fortune a thousand, ten thousand times more cruel than high school.
Having money is just the entry ticket; you also need to be beautiful, fashionable and sociable.
He Songfeng only has one thing in common: beauty. Therefore, He Songfeng's innate beauty of stepping into the mud pit directly became the spear for those people to laugh at him.
One by one, the sharp hairs pierced He Songfeng's face, instantly puncturing the false decency he maintained with his clenched palms into a rotten balloon, which floated and wrapped around the surface of the ridicule.
Because He Songfeng is no different from them.
He Songfeng did not get in through a proper exam. He was as vain as they were. He used a portfolio assisted by others to apply for studying abroad in art. The only connection between the portfolio and him was that it was "signed".
So He Songfeng endured it.
He thought that it would be fine after he changed his major, as the results of the major change were what he had achieved seriously.
After school, He Songfeng deliberately took a detour and walked out from the exit of the "Anthropology" classroom. This time, he bumped into the man who was waiting there - Cheng Yiliao.
"Anthropology, how did you come up with the idea of studying this?"
Cheng Yiliao asked doubtfully.
He Songfeng casually replied with a sentence that couldn't be any rougher:
"I've been fucked by too many humans, and too many humans want to fuck me, so I want to study it."
Cheng Yiliao's facial features were like the disintegration of the Soviet Union, fragmented and disharmonious, and his eyes blinked frequently like double flashes.
He took a deep breath, put his arm around He Songfeng's shoulders, and led him towards the apartment, quickly changing the subject:
"Hello Fengfeng, my dad has suspended my card and I have nowhere to go. Can I stay at your place for the time being?"
He Songfeng: "No."
Cheng Yiliao said coquettishly: "But I really have no money, where can I go?"
He Songfeng ordered: "Go back."
"No, I'm going to stick with you."
He Songfeng cursed viciously: "Then you will starve to death in a foreign country."
"He Songfeng."
He Songfeng's posture froze. He always felt that the next second after his name was called, he would be forced to be strong, or his hair would be pinched and he would be forced to kiss him.
"Please."
Cheng Yiliao put his arm around He Songfeng's waist and pressed his big body on the small He Songfeng, forcing his big bird to press on him and making him unable to breathe.
"I beg you."
Cheng Yiliao blew air into He Songfeng's ears, turning the tips of his ears red.
"I'll be your snail girl, I'll do your laundry and cook for you, and I'll even go out and find a job to share the rent with you."
He Songfeng shook his head and held out his hand honestly: "I don't want so much, I want money."
"Okay, wait, I'll do it for you."
"Um."
"Take me home first."
Half-heartedly, and without knowing what was going on, He Songfeng brought the penniless Cheng Yiliao back to his apartment. He only woke up when Cheng Yiliao stepped into his territory. He was shocked. How was this any different from inviting a wolf into the house?!
He Songfeng wanted to push the person out, but Cheng Yiliao was on the phone.
"Mom, I regret this. I miss home. How about this? You transfer me some money for the plane ticket and the meal. I'll have dinner and then buy a ticket back home."
He Songfeng couldn't push the person out anymore because he received a transfer of 10,000 yuan into his card.
"It's a bit too little." He Songfeng muttered.
"If you don't want to pay me back, I'll use the money to rent the house across from you and annoy you to death every day."
Cheng Yiliao pretended to snatch He Songfeng's cell phone. He Songfeng quickly pressed the phone against his chest, covered it tightly with his palm, and stared at Cheng Yiliao vigilantly.
He Songfeng said, "This is mine."
For the next month, the days passed like bicycle wheels, rolling on the road.
It was not very peaceful, nor was it very bumpy. For the unfortunate He Songfeng, it was already a very calm day.
Cheng Yiliao found a language training job at a study abroad agency, while He Songfeng found a part-time job at a Chinese restaurant near the school that coincided with his class schedule.
Originally, He Songfeng wanted to use the ten thousand yuan to buy a computer, but after thinking about the rent and living expenses, he decided to save it.
As for the card Zhang Hejing gave him, he had sealed it up long ago. The money he had been using so far was the scholarship he had saved before going abroad.
On Friday afternoon, near the end of class, the professor assigned a short group report with a deadline of one week.
As expected, He Songfeng was isolated from the classroom, even though most people were interested in him because he was handsome enough and it would be worth making friends with him.
But He Songfeng's disadvantage was that he was too handsome, so handsome that people felt jealousy far greater than envy.
So He Songfeng sat alone in the corner of the classroom, like a forgotten little mushroom.
There were a few people who were also alone and huddled together. He Songfeng mustered up the courage to join the "lonely group", but when they saw him, they acted like a feral cat in a state of stress and said sarcastically:
"Don't come here. You don't even have a single luxury item on you. How can you understand art?"
He Songfeng pinched his cheek and asked innocently, "Isn't my face artistic enough?"
The other people took a deep breath and their faces suddenly turned pale.
"Why are you pretending? You're just being too arrogant because you're so pretty."
After saying this, these people walked out of the classroom in groups, muttering to each other.
He Songfeng sat in the back corner of the classroom, watching the group leave with confusion, doubting himself: "Am I not beautiful anymore? But the professor said that the essence of art is beauty..."
But after thinking for a while, He Songfeng regained his morale, hugged his notebook and put on his backpack, and hurried towards the Chinese restaurant.
On the way, he looked enviously at the group of blond-haired, blue-eyed young European and American men and women who were traveling together, with high noses and big eyes, talking and laughing openly.
He has the cheerfulness and confidence that He Songfeng does not have, and he also has the appearance that he does not have.
So He Songfeng had a little idea. If he dyed his hair blonde, would he be able to laugh so happily and relaxedly?
He Songfeng glanced at the time, his heart tightened, and he quickly ended his fantasy and ran towards the Chinese restaurant as fast as he could.
The boss looked up at He Songfeng who was running over breathlessly, smiled kindly and said, "You're five minutes late today, forget it."
He Songfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead and thanked him with a smile.
The Chinese restaurant is not big but not small either.
The boss is a man in his thirties. Because he was a chef in his early years, he is not only tall, but also as solid and steady as a mountain. His appearance is mature and steady enough to match the age of thirty.
The boss is in charge of the cashier at the front desk. There are three chefs in the kitchen and five waiters.
He Songfeng quickly put on his work clothes. He didn't need to serve the dishes. He just needed to stand outside with a flyer to attract customers, and then take orders when the restaurant was full.
The evening rush hour ended noisily with the clinking of plates and bowls. Soon, only a few scattered tables of customers were left in the restaurant, and even the sound of chatting died down.
It was soon time for He Songfeng to get off work. He stood in a small room that was also a locker room and a warehouse. Since there was no door in the room, there were only two pieces of hanging cloth to cover it. He Songfeng took off his clothes swiftly and put on a T-shirt at the same time.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the other side of the cloth, and then the boss's huge body went straight through the hanging cloth and hit He Songfeng.
He Songfeng was so frightened that his whole body trembled, his spine pressed against the cold tile surface, and a nauseous chill quickly ran through his body.
The boss was fakely surprised when he saw this. "Oh! Sorry, Xiao He, I didn't notice you were in there."
But the boss didn't want to leave. Instead, he took the initiative to hug He Songfeng's waist and picked him up from the ground, "Be careful, don't fall to the ground."
He Songfeng quickly pushed the boss away, hurriedly put on his pants, and tried to escape through the gap between the boss and the warehouse wall.
Unexpectedly, the boss pinched He Songfeng's thin waist. The boss found the switch of He Songfeng's body. Seeing He Songfeng subconsciously shrinking into an obedient look, his soul was extinguished by this slap. He stood there stiffly, with empty innocence in his eyes.
While trying to pull He Songfeng into his arms, the boss said indirectly, "You've been late several times this month, and I turned a blind eye and didn't deduct your attendance points. I know you're short of money."
He Songfeng was like a rag, squeezed into a ball in someone's hand.
A colleague in the warehouse threw away his rag, looked up and around, and shouted helplessly, "Where's He Songfeng?! Leaving get off work early again? Ugh!"
He Songfeng was woken up by the call. He lowered his head and stared blankly at the hand that was molesting him around his waist. He tried to pry the hand open and break free from this damn grip.
What he got in return was an increasingly embarrassing tightening, almost breaking He Songfeng's waist, and his palms were about to pinch He Songfeng's internal organs. The boss still had to coax him hypocritically:
"I'm not touching you. I just like you and want to be closer to you."
"Please don't do this."
"Be good."
【Good boy】
When He Songfeng heard these two words, his mouth, nose and throat felt as if they were filled with a black plastic garbage bag and blocked. He couldn't see clearly, everything was dark, he had difficulty breathing, his ears were ringing, and it felt like a bomb was buried in his head, and it exploded with a buzzing sound.
He Songfeng didn't even think twice and shouted, "Aqin, I'm here!"
The next second, the boss's hand, which was intended to cover his mouth, had already covered He Songfeng's face, but at the same time, his colleague's footsteps had already hurried over.
The ten fingers that were gripping He Songfeng were like light-fearing maggots, and they instantly retreated into the invisible shadows. Only the mature man who looked righteous was left, asking about the thin and beautiful puppet's well-being.
On He Songfeng's pale face, one could even see the marks left by the man's hot fingers.
"All the part-time jobs out there are full now. You won't be able to find another job if you leave me. I'm rejecting your resignation application for now. Think about it carefully."
The boss gave a long and earnest admonition, then he turned aside and left.
Aqin looked around curiously without asking any more questions.
He Songfeng refused to sit down in embarrassment, and forced himself to walk out of the warehouse with gritted teeth, supporting his weak and nauseous body.
That night, He Songfeng took a shower and went to bed as usual.
He felt sick, and he also wanted to soak in the bathtub, rubbing himself over and over to get rid of all the skin on his face.
But Cheng Yi was in shackles, and he couldn't and didn't want to show his vulnerability.
"When will you have money?"
He Songfeng was wrapped in a blanket, standing outside the bathroom door, watching Cheng Yiliao rubbing his underwear with his hands.
Cheng Yiliao's eyes flickered, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his clothes. He said with a smile, "Then I'll ask my mother for it."
"You are so useless, Cheng Yiliao."
Cheng Yiliao realized that something was wrong with He Songfeng's mood. His smile disappeared in an instant, and he pleaded hurriedly: "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry... Please give me more time. You know, it's not that I don't have money, but my family wants to force me to go back. I am rich, and I can give you anything you want."
"What about now? Can you give me what I want now?"
Cheng Yiliao was speechless and could not utter a word.
He Songfeng recalled his one-month study abroad experience. The source of so much grievance and sadness was very simple - no money.
If you have money, you won’t be looked down upon, and if you have money, you won’t be harassed if you take a part-time job.
If you have money, you won’t have all these unpleasant things.
"I want money. I don't want to work part-time anymore. I want you to pay the rent for four years. I want a Bentley, I want Hermès, I want a lot of luxury goods. I want to spend money to sit in the VIP seats and watch classical operas and symphonies that I can't understand at all."
"You can't give me anything."
He Songfeng raised his hand to wipe his tears, but found that he could not cry. After having his soul drained out and his body sold out for money, he could no longer endure the repeated humiliation and running around for rent and life.
"The only thing you can give me now is your love, which is the most useless thing."
Beneath He Songfeng's beautiful exterior, he once harbored the noblest and most independent soul. At some point, it shattered into a mere layer of skin, a layer that was instantly ripped to shreds when his financial situation plummeted after he went abroad.
The corrosion of the soul is an irreversible process, not to mention that He Songfeng indulged in the decay of the soul.
After the quarrel, He Songfeng went to bed calmly as if nothing had happened.
After waking up, I read and work again.
When the boss saw him the next day, he happily went to greet him. In front of everyone, he secretly put one hand on He Songfeng's lower back from behind, rubbing and pinching it affectionately.
"He Songfeng has been doing very well at work recently. I've decided to give you a five-dollar hourly pay raise."
"Why?!" Aqin was unconvinced. She slammed the rag on the table and pointed at He Songfeng's nose and yelled, "We're all employees, so how come you can be late and leave early at will, and even get a raise? What have you done?"
He Songfeng fell silent, and a dead look of loneliness appeared on his pretty face.
What else could he do? He acquiesced to his boss's violation. His hourly wage only went from 15 euros to 20 euros, and He Songfeng's waist was only worth 5 euros.
Fortunately, it was the time when the shop was open for business, and the boss had no time to do anything to him.
He Songfeng stood outside the store, giving a decent but empty smile, and sent wave after wave of customers into the store.
Those men and women with European and American faces showed great interest in He Songfeng, and even many repeat customers came to the restaurant to eat just to see He Songfeng.
He Songfeng was not very good at speaking decent English, but just standing there and smiling was enough to attract people.
"Huh? He Songfeng! Are you really working here?"
The other party took out his phone and took a picture of He Songfeng handing out flyers. "I have to show them all."
Suddenly, this "good classmate" called his friends and gathered a group of people, who swarmed into the Chinese restaurant. The noise almost cracked the roof of the first floor.
The place was full of customers, so He Songfeng started to patrol the place, taking orders and urging the waiters to serve the dishes. If the waiters were too busy to handle the food, He Songfeng would help out.
When walking past the table of classmates, he could hear those people making disgusted "ah--" sounds. They pinched their noses and fanned themselves, saying that the smell of oil smoke on He Songfeng was too strong and too smelly.
He Songfeng didn't take it seriously and continued patrolling.
Just as He Songfeng was helping Aqin pass the dishes and walking past his classmates' table, he was suddenly hit by an elbow from the side.
He Songfeng fell to the ground, the vegetables in his hand shattered all over the floor, and the soup spilled all over He Songfeng.
Soon, the sound of breaking dishes caused a lot of screams of fear, especially from his classmates, who screamed especially loudly.
He Songfeng's arm was burned and felt like it was broken, but he covered his arm with his hands, frowned, and hid behind the boss who came to smooth things over.
"I'm so scared! You should ask him to come and apologize to us."
"Don't hide it. Why don't you take responsibility for your own mistakes?"
The boss couldn't control the situation.
He Songfeng also remained silent for a long time.
"How about this, we just ordered a bottle of wine, you can toast us one by one."
There are eight people in total. If they all toast each other, He Songfeng, who has never touched alcohol, will probably have to be sent to the hospital.
"I'll pay for your expenses."
A European and American man with black hair and blue eyes suddenly stood up and appeared in front of He Songfeng like a hero saving a beauty. He turned around and wrapped He Songfeng in his arms and hurriedly took him into the kitchen.
"He's been burned and needs emergency attention."
He Songfeng tilted his head and quietly observed the man's profile.
His olive green eyes shone like gemstones, and his appearance wasn't exactly typical European or American; there was a certain softness to his Asian features that perfectly offset the harshness of his European and American features. He looked like a god carved from marble in an art exhibition.
He also dressed softly, with lily of the valley from Doir's early spring collection dancing around the collar of his off-white sweater, which he wore under a light blue shirt.
She has a refreshing scent of sea salt on her body, and the fragrance of the perfume is just right, not sweet, not greasy, and not even gay.
He Songfeng knew this man. He had inadvertently heard his friends call him Samuel. This was his third time eating at this restaurant.
Staring at this face that was almost God's favorite, he unconsciously pronounced the name.
"Samuel."
The other party showed a flattered joy, pointed at He Songfeng, and said in broken Chinese: "You...my...name..."
After mumbling a series of broken Chinese that He Songfeng couldn't understand, he simply started from the beginning:
"He Songfeng, hello, my name is Samuel, nice to meet you, can we be friends?"
Apparently, Samuel had already practiced Chinese before this encounter, just in preparation for the next chance to strike up a conversation.
He Songfeng did not answer immediately. He observed Samuel silently, doing background research with his eyes and brain.
He was in urgent need of a rich, handsome man to save him from the dire straits, but the man couldn't be a madman like Cheng Qiyong who he couldn't afford to play with.
Samuel thought he had failed in his attempt to strike up a conversation, and he nervously and without restraint threw out all the Chinese he had learned in his life from his school bag.
"Hello."
"goodbye."
"Thanks."
"I love you."
He Songfeng looked at the other party's hands, which took the opportunity of escorting his arm into the faucet to wrap around his palms like vines, and he had the urge to hold their fingers tightly, but the other party was still waiting for He Songfeng's approval.
He Songfeng retracted his hand, left Samuel's arms, and replied distantly: "I can speak English, thank you Mr. Samuel."
Samuel's face showed the innocent loss of a child, and all his features drooped in sadness, falling like tears, as if to say please don't hurt me like this.
He Songfeng once again drove them away: "Your friends are still waiting for you outside, please leave here."
Samuel turned away in frustration.
Take one step at a time, slow down.
When he took the third step, He Songfeng suddenly called out to stop.
"Give me your number and I'll pay you back when I get paid."
Pay back the money? There was no way He Songfeng would pay it back.
He was just pretending to be noble and finding an excuse to ask for contact information.
If the other party really asks him to pay back the money, He Songfeng will delete the friend immediately and cut off all contact.
Samuel's eyes lit up, and he took three steps at a time and came back to He Songfeng. Like a puppy, his body swayed excitedly and his invisible tail wagged non-stop.
"Why is it Instagram instead of Snapchat?" Samuel was still a little sad.
This is like Samuel asking He Songfeng for his WeChat ID, but He Songfeng gave him his ID. The privacy is too low, it's the difference between friends and netizens.
In the next few days, He Songfeng did not go to the Chinese restaurant because he was not feeling well. Fortunately, the burn on his hand did not leave a scar because it was treated properly, but there was still a large red area.
It’s not that He Songfeng has any action plan, he just has a group assignment with a deadline coming up, and if he doesn’t finish it, his GPA will be reduced.
He Songfeng stayed in the library from morning to night. Cheng Yiliao knew that he was rushing to finish his homework but didn't dare to urge him to go home.
And just as night fell, He Songfeng's cell phone rang.
Samuel posted a status update. The photo was taken at a wasteland-style nightclub near the school, which was converted from an abandoned warehouse. The photo showed a cake with lit number candles.
Samuel's birthday is today.
He Songfeng put away his reference books and notebooks, put on his backpack and ran towards the nightclub.
He Songfeng was dressed in ordinary clothes, but his face was extraordinary, which gave his white shirt and jeans a thick layer of fashion filter.
The security guards at the entrance of the nightclub saw him and whistled like birds, one after another.
He Songfeng walked in and was immediately frightened by the noisy electronic music, so he covered his ears with his hands.
But soon, he saw Samuel in the center of the crowd. He was surrounded by a group of people in the middle of the dance floor, swaying his torso lazily to the rhythm of the drums.
He stared at Samuel openly with the laser light flashing, and slowly approached him, thinking about how to create a perfect encounter later.
Just when He Songfeng was about to touch Samuel, a wave suddenly surged, and the schoolbag behind He Songfeng was caught in someone else's arms.
In front of him was Samuel, and behind him was He Songfeng's schoolbag. He Songfeng ran straight towards the schoolbag without thinking.
It contains the group report that He Songfeng is about to finish writing with great effort. This report is a thousand or ten thousand times more important than a man.
He Songfeng tried his best to protect his heavy schoolbag, but when he looked back, Samuel was gone.
The lights on the stage were so flashing that it made people dizzy and their ears ring. The crowd in the dance floor had already changed in waves without He Songfeng realizing it.
He Songfeng's heart was pounding with the beat of the drums.
He felt a little sorry that this "chance encounter" ended like this. He took a few steps back in disappointment, but unexpectedly fell into the arms of Hai Yanxiang.
Before He Songfeng could react, the other party grabbed his schoolbag and forcibly turned him over.
Face to face, Samuel's olive green eyes stared at He Songfeng without blinking, full of interest like a puppy.
Because he completely caught He Songfeng's clumsy deliberate encounter.
Samuel touched He Songfeng's nose affectionately with his nose and called him Angel affectionately.
"Angel, that post is only visible to you. My birthday wish is to see you again."
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The author has something to say: [covering face and peeking] This pair is actually a fake innocent little white flower and a fake pure love puppy, a battle between masters.
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