The early morning sun shines through the glass without curtains in the large living room, which has just been renovated without any furniture, no sofa, no TV, no coffee table. There is only one mat on the wooden floor.

On the cushion, a young man was asleep, and he didn't slowly open his eyes until the pillow next to his ears shook slightly.

Airplanes...

Airplanes...

Airplanes...

The vibration came from the pillow, and Song Wenbin stared at the ceiling in a daze.

After looking at it for a while, he recognized from the minimalist lampshade on the ceiling that this was his new home in S City.

After returning from India, Song Wenbin did not go anywhere else, but took the subway directly back to his new home. Now his home is in S City, and he doesn't need to return to H City like before, which is much more convenient than before.

At this moment, his new home has almost been renovated, at least the floor and floor tiles have been paved, but he has not purchased any soft decoration, and it is an empty shell for the time being.

But Song Wenbin likes this empty shell state very much, which makes him feel empty and relaxed. It relaxes him more than the home of his parents in H City with a lot of furniture.

Although I didn't have a lot of time to go to India, this job was a very mental and physical job. After returning to his new home, Song Wenbin always felt very tired, as if he couldn't sleep enough.

These days, he spends most of his time on the mattress, except for eating, either sleeping or in a daze.

If no one bothered him, he felt that he could lie like this forever until the end of time.

But the phone in his ear reminded him all the time that he was still in a real world at the moment.

Airplanes...

Airplanes...

Airplanes...

After the phone stopped for a while, it rang relentlessly, reluctantly chasing a certain answer.

Song Wenbin had no choice but to put his hand under the pillow, thinking that if it was a scam call or a company call, he would hang up, and now he was off work and did not want to have a redundant and meaningless communication with anyone.

But when he picked up his mobile phone and scanned his eyes, he found that it was his mother Li Yue who called him on WeChat.

Song Wenbin let out a sigh of relief, lazily connected the phone, clicked on the out, and threw the phone aside.

"Say." He said nonchalantly.

"Wen Bin, what are you doing now?"

Mother's hesitant voice rang out from the phone.

"Sleep." Song Wenbin said.

"You little guy, why are you still sleeping now, it's twelve o'clock now, why don't you hurry up and get something to eat."

The mother's babbling voice came from the phone.

Song Wenbin frowned and said, "Say something quickly, otherwise I will hang up." ”

"Eh, don't hang up, don't hang up, I have something to discuss with you."

"Don't get married, don't find a partner, don't go on a blind date."

Song Wenbin said: "You say." ”

The other end of the phone sighed and said, "I'm not asking you to find a partner, although you should indeed be looking for a partner, but it's not the case today." ”

"What's that?" Song Wenbin sat up from the cushion a little.

"It's a factory thing."

Factory?

Indeed, Song Wenbin's family has a small factory, which is said to be a factory, but it is actually a small workshop, which is an outdoor products production workshop run by Song Wenbin's father and mother. In the early years, when my uncle was still in power, he found a relationship to get a business license and produced some things such as cottage table tennis rackets and badminton rackets that were not well-known. Wholesale to stationery stores and some outdoor stores, not much profit.

Since going to the Caribbean, his mother has not mentioned family matters to him, and today Song Wenbin was stunned for a second when he suddenly mentioned it, and asked slowly: "Ah, what's wrong with the factory." ”

"Factory... The factory this year... I've lost a lot this year..."

Mother Li Yue said, her voice was a little slurred.

When Song Wenbin heard this, he rubbed his hair that was sleeping messily with a headache, sat up from the bed, and asked, "How much did you lose?" ”

"It's not much, hundreds of thousands, you know, the economy has been sluggish recently." Mother said.

Song Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "In business, it's normal to make profits and losses, just take some cushions at home, and come back when the year is good." ”

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"I don't have enough money at home." Mother Li Yue was embarrassed.

"Why don't you have enough money at home?" Song Wenbin was puzzled.

Although his family is not wealthy, it is barely a middle-class well-off family, and he doesn't believe that his parents can't get hundreds of thousands.

The mother didn't speak, and began to ramble, talking about those workers who demanded a wage increase, and about those dealers who were not honest, and bought and returned goods.

But Song Wenbin has lived in this family for more than 20 years, and he has long been clear about the problems at home.

"Did Dad lose money in stocks again?"

Song Wenbin asked bluntly.

Li Yue was silent.

After a moment of silence, the woman on the phone muttered, "Yes... Yes. ”

Song Wenbin raised his eyebrows, not surprised at all. When he was a child, his father Song Siping went to the casino with an uncle of a contractor and lost more than 10,000 yuan. Later, the casino was also seized, but he did not go again.

But to say that people's gambling is difficult to change, although he no longer plays the kind of offline real, but since 08 years after an aunt who made money from stock speculation came to the house to boast, he also threw the money he earned hard to into the stock market, but when he threw it in, he encountered a stock market crash, was trapped, and almost divorced.

Although there are these painful lessons, Song Siping himself has always believed that his lack of learning has caused him to lose money in the stock market. Every once in a while, they have to invest some money in it, trying to "hone their skills" in the market, so that they can one day come back again.

These things are very absurd in the eyes of Song Wenbin himself, he is not interested in gambling by nature, and when he became an adult, he also persuaded his father at the dinner table a few words, trying to get him to stop the loss in time. But my father always brought out some lofty terms, what SASAC, what CBIRC, what this insider, that insider, to stand up for his own behavior.

After saying it a few times, Song Wenbin stopped talking. Anyway, he is Lao Tzu, and it is his business to do what he likes, and he can't control it as a son.

It's just that now that his mother called, Song Wenbin couldn't help but feel a headache again.

"What did he do this time?"

"He bought an ST at the bottom, and now the company is delisted."

The mother's voice trembled, "I lost more than 300,000 yuan...."

"Okay."

Song Wenbin heard the news, but there were not many surprises, and some were only tired.

"Now that the economy is so bad, he dares to do this, doing charity." He rubbed his forehead and asked.

"I said the same, but he wouldn't listen." Mother Li Yue couldn't cry on the phone, so she wasn't sad.

But Song Wenbin listened to his mother's crying, but he didn't sympathize in his heart, when he tried to persuade his father to stop in the past, his mother would always find various reasons for his father's losses, the most common reason was "he also wants to earn".

"What are you going to do? Do you want me to pay for it? Song Wenbin said: "I still have a mortgage to repay, and I don't have so much money." ”

"I also know no, your dad didn't mean that, he... He wants you to come back and take over the factory, and he says he's too old to do it. Li Yue said.

"Uh-huh."

Song Wenbin snorted and sneered: "Then I still have to block it, I have my own business now, and I don't have the time to do that thing for you, if you want me to tell me, your work is not profitable, and you can't make much money a year, plus you are also old and can't do it anymore, just sell the broken factory, sell it for more than 100,000 yuan, plug the hole, and the rest of the money is almost enough for you to provide for the elderly." ”

The mother was on the phone, silent, wiping her tears.

Song Wenbin was impatient and said, "I'm hanging." ”

"Son." Li Yue pleaded: "Your father and I haven't done anything in our lives, just this factory, I can't bear to sell it." ”

After a pause, Li Yue said uneasily: "Moreover, I'm worried about your father... I'm worried that after we cash out, your dad will use the money to speculate in stocks again, so if we lose money, ......."

"Hmph, you know you're scared."

Song Wenbin was happy.

"You still have the heart to joke, you don't have a conscience."

The mother was dissatisfied with Song Wenbin's attitude, and said excitedly on the phone: "I'm not joking with you. ”

"Let's talk about it." Song Wenbin was noncommittal and hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenbin sat alone in the empty living room, expressionless, listening to the birdsong outside the window.

He didn't know what to say, he just felt as if everyone around him was Adou, although his father and mother lived decades longer than him, but some things seemed to be completely innate, and in some things, they were like all the people who lost money in the stock market, and they would not repent even if they were eighty years old.

Speculating in stocks, only fools are speculating in stocks...

After muttering a word, he fell back on the mattress, intending to sleep and forget about all this bullshit.

However, after his mother's phone call, he couldn't sleep. After squinting for a while, he was a little annoyed. So I got up from the mattress and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Compared with the empty living room, the facilities in the bathroom are quite complete, and Song Wenbin feels that if he is a father, instead of throwing money into the sea of stocks, it is better to change it to a toilet with water spray heating, so that it can be more comfortable when squatting.

After a brief wash, he wore a mask, a slipper, and carried the garbage downstairs, and after going downstairs, he pushed a shared bicycle and rode on the street.

As for the motorcycle in India, although Song Wenbin wanted to stay, he was taken away by the program team after the filming of the show, and he had nothing to do, so he could only pedal a bicycle now.

After riding a bicycle to a flower shop near the community, Song Wenbin picked and chose everywhere, and saw a few new pots of gardenias in the store, and his eyes couldn't help but light up. Asked, "Boss, how much does this cost?" ”

The boss looked at it and said, "30 one pot, 100 four pots." ”

"Bring me four pots." Song Wenbin inhaled the fragrance of flowers and said.

"Holo." The boss put down the work in his hand and came to help Song Wenbin pack potted plants. After Song Wenbin bought gardenias, he bought a few pots of succulents and spider plant pothos, and then put the flowers full of flowers on the bicycle seat, rode a bicycle with one hand, and slowly stepped back to the community with a pot of pothos in the other.

After going home, Song Wenbin put the pothos and spider plant next to the mattress in the living room, the new home has just been renovated, the smell of formaldehyde must be indispensable, and some green plants can make the smell lighter.

After the pothos, Song Wenbin walked to the balcony with the succulents and gardenias, and there was a small wooden ladder on the balcony leading to the roof, and the sides of the wooden ladder were filled with all kinds of small succulents, spider plants and honeysuckle.

Song Wenbin climbed down the wooden ladder to the roof, there is a small flower room on the roof, this is the benefit of buying the top floor, Song Wenbin got a gift attic, although the attic is not big, but at the moment it is full of Song Wenbin with all kinds of flowers and plants.

Among them are honeysuckle, redbud, cactus, rhododendron, June snow, podocarpus, and a few ornamental pomegranates. In the middle of those large bonsai, there are still small succulents.

The first time he bought pothos, Song Wenbin found that in the process of fiddling with these plants, he could gain great inner peace and let him forget the inexplicable and wonderful people and things he encountered in his travel and life.

So these days, in addition to eating and sleeping, he basically rides around S City, looking for those flower shops, and buying all kinds of plants from them to put in the flower room.

After climbing the stairs to wipe the dust on the glass roof, placing the newly purchased plants in the right position, and spraying a few pots of water-loving plants with a little water, Song Wenbin pulled a reclining chair, lay down contentedly, looked at the plants full of plants around him, smelled the fragrance of flowers and plants, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and smoked slowly.

While smoking, I was thinking about what else could be added to this flower room.

Maybe he can add a bird, but he often goes abroad, sometimes a trip abroad is for several months, and the bird will definitely starve to death, or he should install an automatic watering system in the flower room, and water it automatically at regular intervals, but I don't know if this kind of system can be obtained on the market, Song Wenbin doesn't want to go abroad and come back, and the flowers in the beloved flower room will die.

Just as I was thinking about it, my phone vibrated again.

Song Wenbin, who didn't finish a cigarette, was a little annoyed, why did he keep calling when he was resting.

But looking at it again, Song Wenbin put away his impatience, not his mother.

"Hey." Song Wenbin answered the phone.

"Mr. Song, we are making a bed for you, and now we are downstairs for you."

"Are you downstairs?" Song Wenbin hurriedly got up, leaned on the eaves and looked down, and sure enough, he saw a small truck below. It was he who had booked the bed for himself and arrived.

"Okay, okay, I'll be right here."

Song Wenbin pinched his cigarette and went downstairs to open the door for the master.

The masters were very anxious to carry the bed to Song Wenbin's master bedroom and install it, and when it was installed, the master who installed the bed saw that Song Wenbin's house was almost empty, so he asked: "Little brother, why do you buy a bed here, the bedrooms here are empty?" ”

"I'll live in this house alone." Song Wenbin said.

"Rented." The master asked.

"Bought it." Song Wenbin said proudly.

The master was in awe and said, "Oh, then you don't buy a few more beds, in case you can use them in the future, our family will do activities, buy a few more cheap." ”

"I don't need it." Song Wenbin said as a matter of course.

"Why can't you use it, you must get married and have children..."

"Don't get married, don't have children." Song Wenbin waved his hand triumphantly: "I only need a bed." ”

"Little brother, you can't say too much, you have to take precautions." The master said earnestly.

"You don't need to plan ahead, one is enough." Song Wenbin said firmly.