As soon as Song Nanxi returned home, his mind began to outline the lines of Mo Linyuan's body.

He has a good figure and is very tall.

Although I didn't see his figure when he took off his clothes, from the fact that he easily hugged her and got in and out of the car effortlessly, and compared it with his own physique, Song Nanxi estimated his figure and quickly drew a general outline.

Ideate, draw.

Song Nanxi only went out for dinner in the middle, and kept his head in painting until more than ten o'clock in the evening, before he was defeated by sleepiness, washed up and fell asleep.

When he first came back from rebirth, Song Nanxi always dreamed about the events of his previous life.

It's probably because I've been too busy lately, so I've been dreaming a lot less often.

But tonight, probably stimulated by the events of the afternoon, Song Nanxi returned to that darkest time.

After the family was ruined, the monthly installment debts overwhelmed them.

In order to survive, she rented a semi-basement single room with Song Xizhou, with only one bunk bed.

In order to survive, the sisters and brothers often work upside down day and night to earn money, and the only thing they see most every day is each other's sleeping faces.

Finally, one day, she fell ill.

Because of long-term malnutrition, he contracted the flu at that time.

She had a high fever for three days, and on the third day, she finally couldn't hold it out and fainted and went to the hospital, and her colleague called Song Xizhou.

After three consecutive days of infusion and prescription medicine, I quickly spent the only remaining 500 yuan, and borrowed a few hundred from my colleagues.

The two sisters and brothers had just finished paying their salaries and had paid off their debts, and the 500 yuan was their food expenses for a whole month.

Song Nanxi was too weak and was in a coma every day.

After she woke up, the chicken porridge was warmed in a thermos jar on the table, and there was a note left by Song Xizhou: Take medicine after eating, the kettle is broken, wait for me to buy a new one.

Song Nanxi's heart was warm, she picked up her mobile phone while eating, and found Cui Xuena, who she hadn't seen for more than half a year, and sent her a video.

Seeing Song Xizhou, Song Nanxi's heart tightened, and when she picked up her mobile phone, she heard Cui Xuena's sharp voice: "Didn't you say that you should never communicate in this life?" Didn't you have a lot of backbone at the time? Now you know that you want to come to the door and ask for money? ”

Cui Junwen sneered on the side, and threw the half-eaten mooncake in his hand towards Song Xizhou, "Do you know what you look like now?" It's like a beggar~ No, a stray dog, it's like a stream~wave~dog~"

Song Xizhou stood straight, with a gloomy face, without saying a word.

Soon, Song Yunhua came out of it with a scolding and said impatiently: "Like a debt collector, I really owe you in my last life!" ”

Holding a handful of banknotes in his hand, Cui Junwen immediately snatched it, "Mom, I'll give it to him!" ”

Then, he looked at Song Xizhou arrogantly, raised his hand suddenly, threw the few red banknotes on him, and said, "Take it, don't come back in the future, it's really unlucky!" ”

The banknotes flew away with the wind, and Song Xizhou gritted his teeth and did not get angry, but bent down and picked up the banknotes one by one.

7 sheets, 700 pieces.

There is another one, which flew to Cui Junwen's feet.

Song Xizhou bent down to pick it up, but was stepped on by Cui Junwen.

Cui Junwen smiled arrogantly and said, "These hundreds of yuan should be regarded as a reward for stinky food, and in the future, wandering outside, wiping the bright spots with his eyes," Then, he raised his foot and kicked Song Xizhou violently, "Dead dog, get out!" ”

Song Xizhou's hands were clenched tightly, his eyes were about to split, but he quickly picked up the banknote and turned to leave.