I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 624

Song Yan opened the door and came in. When he saw the dishes on the table, he was slightly stunned. He looked away from the table and looked at the figure standing in the kitchen.

Su Shao didn't expect that he would come back so soon after get off work today, but the cake and noodles with fried sauce had already been prepared and served, and the surprise was ready.

"Brother——" Su Shao took a paper crown from nowhere. She stepped on her slippers and jumped up to Song Yan with a bright smile on her lips. Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, "Happy birthday !"

This is her first birthday with him, and there is still a long way to go, and she will continue to walk with him.

"Look, I made you a birthday cake with my own hands." Su Shao enthusiastically dragged Song Yan's wrist and walked to the dining table. She pointed to the unattractive strawberry cake on the table, and the strawberry cake that had been cooled. Zhajiangmian.

"This is the Changshou Zhajiang Noodles that Uncle Ming helped to make for you. It tastes delicious when cooked. I want to sneak a taste, but he won't let me!"

As he spoke, Su Shao complained and turned his head, baring his teeth at Song Yuanming's provocation.

She was worried that Song Yan might misunderstand Song Yuanming, after all, a strange middle-aged man came into the house.

Su Shao spread her palms to Song Yuanming, and she introduced to Song Yan, "This is Uncle Ming, our downstairs neighbor."

She stood on tiptoe slightly, and added with a low voice and a smile, "It's that stubborn old man who I told you, always dances smoothly."

Su Shao said a lot in a row, but Song Yan didn't seem to hear it from the beginning to the end.

He remained silent the whole time, his eyes were fixed in one direction, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together.

Su Shao followed his line of sight and looked over.
It's Song Yuanming!

Song Yan's expressionless face pierced Song Yuanming's chest with dull eyes.

Song Yuanming lowered his head, his hands with flour embedded in his nails were still shaking slightly.

If you look closely, the skin on those hands is already a little loose, with blue veins protruding outward.

Su Shao sees that this situation is wrong, Song Yan doesn't think she cheated on a middle-aged old man, does she?An old man older than her father
If there is no misunderstanding, why look at others with such eyes.

It's chilly, like ice knives!
"Brother. Uncle Ming and I are friends. We have known each other for a while. Uncle Ming has no one at home and is alone. So..."

Song Yan interrupted Su Shao, he stared at Song Yuanming and asked, "When did you move here?"

Song Yuanming's throat tightened, "June."

It is now mid-August, almost a month and a half since we moved here.

In the past one and a half months, he hadn't seen him from the beginning to the end!
Song Yan sneered, "What is this? Surveillance? Trying to meddle in my efforts to restore a peaceful life?"

Song Yuanming, "." He remained silent.

"I'm in charge of Mrs. Song, and the work I like is going on as usual. That's right, I'm in a relationship and I'm getting married. Now? What do you want me to do according to your wishes?"

Song Yan's voice was deep and cold, as he spoke, he stepped closer to Song Yuanming.

The nerves and cells in Su Shao's brain seemed to be disturbed by the few words Song Yan said. She raised her neck stiffly, and followed Song Yan's steps with her eyes.

"I..." Song Yuanming moved his mouth, his thin jaw twitching uncontrollably.

In fact, when he first moved here, he had already prepared a lot of things to say in his stomach, but now... Facing the questioning, he felt like a lump in his throat, unable to utter a single word, and he was suffocated in his chest until his face Flushed, covering the soreness of the eye sockets.

For a long time, a man's pale voice sounded in the silent and empty room.

"I'm bothering you, I will move out as soon as possible."

Song Yuanming raised his head, and nodded his chin lightly towards Song Yan, his wrinkles were pulled, and the corners of his lips barely rose.

"28 years old, born. Happy birthday"

After finishing speaking, he quickly lowered his head, put his hands behind his back, and left the living room and this house step by step.
The distant figure is not as majestic and broad as usual.It is stooped, a little hunchbacked, but more lonely and lonely.

Song Yan always turned his back to the distant figure, his expression was hard to see.

Not long after Song Yuanming left, Su Shao suddenly understood something, and she hurried after him, "Uncle Ming, Uncle Ming! Uncle Song——"

The elevator door is slowly closing.

She saw clearly, clearly.

For more than a month, the old man who had always been stubborn and brave with her was standing in the corner of the elevator like a wandering beggar at this moment, with a lonely and melancholy expression on his face.

The proud eyes faded away, and the light in the eyes dimmed inch by inch.

The scarlet eye sockets were wrapped in a pool of bitter water, not leaking a single drop, but it made people feel extremely distressed.

The door was closed, and the corridor returned to calm again, as if no one had ever come, and no one had ever bothered.

Su Shao pushed open the door of the study, Song Yan folded his hands and dragged his forehead, the expression on his face was unclear.

She put the noodles with fried sauce on the desk, "Uncle Ming is."

Song Yan, "My dad."

really!

No wonder they felt like enemies when they met.

"Actually. The first time I saw Uncle Ming was at the door of my house. He looked nervous and nervous. He must have just knocked on the door and found that you were not at home. When he saw me, he was obviously taken aback, as if I didn't expect the two of us to live together."

Su Shao squatted down, resting her chin on his lap.

She said, he listened, "In the beginning, he didn't intend to move here without telling you. If he didn't want you to know, why did he live in the same building? He moved here not only to see you, but also to say that he Miss you, miss you."

"Uncle Ming, like you, is a person who can't express himself. What he says may be sarcasm and ridicule, but what he thinks in his heart is the opposite of what he says."

"I asked him to learn square dancing from me, but he refused to do so. But I begged, and he agreed."

Su Shao sighed, "He made the noodles with fried sauce on the table by himself. He kneaded the noodles with water, and prepared the dishes and sauce. I don't know how careful I was when I made them, for fear that any step would go wrong. , making you feel bad when you eat it."

"It took a long time to knead the dough. He kneaded it all afternoon. In the end, his arms couldn't control the twitching." Su Shao said, "Brother, you are happier than me. At least you still have the ties of blood in this world, and The other person also silently and selflessly loves you and protects you."

"People can't always live in the past, live in memories. Uncle Ming needs the opportunity to understand you, and you also need the opportunity to try to understand him."

Su Shao left, and she thoughtfully gave Song Yan the space to calm him down.

In the study room, the aroma of cucumber and meat sauce soon filled every corner.

Song Yan raised his head, his distracted eyes fell on the bowl of noodles with fried sauce, next to his ears, the sound of "Happy Birthday" kept piercing into his ears and into his heart.It was hot, scorching hot, roasting and boiling his flesh and blood, and the pain was unbearable.

In 27 years, he has never heard him say this sentence.

Dissatisfied, questioning, and tough and decisive voices, he remembers every word, except that there is no happy birthday
It's ridiculous to think about it.

That man would say this sentence, move to his neighborhood, or the same building, and go to the square dance with the little girl?
A pair of father and son who have been together for more than 20 years, no one knows each other, and the relationship is more indifferent than passers-by.

He doesn't like cucumbers, let alone sticky pate.

Among the noodles, his least favorite is fried noodles.
The chopsticks on the bowl moved, and the bowl also moved.

The cold noodles were lumped together, and the meat sauce couldn't be mixed. The shredded cucumber without the meat sauce was like a cold side dish. Even so, Song Yan still ate it with relish and devoured it hungrily.

His usual elegant and slow manner of eating was completely lost, as if he hadn't eaten for several days, he picked up the noodles and stuffed them into his mouth.

Yes, no one will live in memories, live in the past.

He didn't like to eat cucumbers or fried noodles in the past, but now he doesn't like eating them as much as he imagined.
Even if the noodles are cold, the meat sauce is salty, and the shredded cucumbers are hard, they can be swallowed, the stomach is warm, and the heart is hot.

In the room, Su Shao was not asleep.

She vaguely heard the door being pushed open, then the quilt was lightly lifted, and a weight was pressed beside her.

Someone took her in his arms from behind.

On the neck, there is a light breath.

Slowly, Su Shao felt a burst of warmth on his neck, and the damp heat spread down from his neck, along his spine, and spread to his entire back.

The warmth was hot, burning her skin and heart.

Su Shao woke up, maybe because she was "burned" or because she felt distressed.

She didn't make a sound, turned around, and stretched out her hands to embrace the figure beside her in her arms.

Tightly, firmly.

She hugged him, sobbing softly, "Happy birthday, 28-year-old Song Yan."

Say goodbye to who you used to be, say goodbye to the memories that have been carried for a long time, say goodbye to pain and sorrow, and say goodbye to this night
The sun rises, the moon sets, regardless of darkness, right or wrong, you are still my favorite boy.

"Hurry up, it's too late to catch up with the game!" Su Shao got out of the car with two cups of milk tea, urging Song Yan impatiently.

Today is the National Finals of Glory of Kings, and the Moon team played against SD418.

Tickets were paid for a few days ago.

The last time they competed, they also gave tickets, but because Song Yan went to work, they didn't make it.

Su Shao and Song Yan both had a rest today, so they decided to take this opportunity to come on a date and cheer for Team Moon.

Song Yan parked the car.

He was dressed casually today, with white short sleeves, black pants and sneakers.Accompanied by that fair and delicate face, it is no different from a school grass out on the street.

"The game hasn't officially started yet, why are you in a hurry?" Song Yan took the milk tea in Su Shao's hand, "The tickets paid by Fu Zheng should be in the VIP area, usually like this kind of large-scale e-sports events, the VIP area does not have to be the same as ordinary Let’s go into the venue and check the tickets together. Let’s look for it, you should be there soon if you take the special passage.”

The two walked a short distance in the underground garage, and soon found a special passage.

When I came to the VIP area, I found that it was in the middle of the front row.

Su Shao took a sip of milk tea, "Fu Zheng is really kind, he gave us such a good position, we deserve to be the reserve champion team!"

Just as he was talking, a short-haired man in black and gold short sleeves walked over.

That ruthless appearance is not who Fu Zheng is.

"Here we come." He greeted.

Song Yan bent his lips, "It's okay to be idle, let's see how you lose."

Fu Zheng hissed and frowned, "You boy, your mouth is so poisonous!"

He put one hand in his pocket, raised his jaw slightly, and said with arrogance, "Look carefully at how I won."

Song Yan raised his eyebrows, and his smile deepened.

"There is no possibility of losing." Fu Zheng, "If you come, it is even more impossible to lose!"

"Come on." Song Yan stretched out his hand, his palm forming a fist.

Fu Zheng clenched his fist and touched him, "Come on!"

The time seemed to go back more than ten years ago, the two sat in a dilapidated Internet cafe, playing their favorite games.

Chase your dreams and be chased by your dreams.

Time flies, some people's dreams come true, some people's dreams become extravagant hopes, and finally hang in the sky, but also secretly shine.

At the beginning of the game, Moon played fiercely as soon as he came up, and did not give SD418 a chance to breathe.

The anchor was explaining fiercely on the stage, and the audience shouted for the Moon team, and some shouted "fox" in their throats. The enthusiasm was ignited, and people were very excited to watch.

When watching the game, Su Shao would turn his head from time to time, as if looking for something in the audience.
The rules of the game are five games and three wins, but today's Moon team collectively used three consecutive victories to win, and it was the team that won the championship in the shortest time in the history of the game.

The golden ball explodes, raining streamers and glitter.

As the captain and team manager, Fu Zheng held the trophy in one hand and the microphone in the other.

"I have won many national championships, but today's championship is the most meaningful one I won. My best brother finally came to see me play. He is a very talented player, even more talented than me. If he chose to play e-sports at that time, he should be able to win more world championships for our country!"

"But life is like this, the right time, place and people! We were born in the most unfriendly era for e-sports. The disdain, incomprehension, and lack of support of our family members, and the teacher's scorn and sarcasm are all curses for us, forcing A spell we had to give up."

"I persevered, but he didn't persist because of special reasons. But this does not mean that he failed. On the contrary, he was very successful, even more successful than my life. But I know that he will have regrets, and there will always be regrets, As a friend, I worked desperately to win more championships, just to make this regret for him complete."

"During the ten years of my competition, he has never been to the scene. Today...he finally came, after I won the last championship of my career. Yes, I officially announced my retirement today, but I also have regrets , just didn’t play a game against him.”

Suddenly, Fu Zheng pointed to the middle position under the stage, and he shouted provocatively, "Song Yan, do you dare to come?"

The audience was shocked by such brotherhood, but more moved.

"Promise him, promise him—"

Su Shao was also shouting excitedly, not feeling that these three words were a bit strange at all.

The camera was aimed at Song Yan's position, and the large LED screen at the scene was full of that stern and stern face.

Song Yan turned his head slightly, looking at Su Shao who was shouting excitedly.

"You want me to go?" he asked.

Su Shao hurriedly nodded.

I miss it so much!
"Okay, give me a kiss."

Su Shao, "??"

What a request!There are tens of thousands of people at the scene, and there are also live broadcasts, and there are tens of millions of people off-screen, okay!
"You don't even want to give lucky kisses?" Song Yan raised his eyebrows.

It's not that I don't want to give it, it's that I'm embarrassed to give it! ! !

"Forget it." Song Yan shrugged, "Anyway, it doesn't matter whoever kisses anyone."

Before Su Shao understood the meaning of this sentence, he felt his lips being blocked, but left quickly.

She fainted.

"what--"

There were screams and boos.

Waves of sound reminded Su Shao that she seemed to be kissed forcibly just now, right?

　Old Dog Song is getting better and better!There are about [-] to [-] words left, who do you want to watch? ?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)