Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

Chapter 263 1, trivia

The morning sun shines through the glass that has not yet installed curtains in Nuo Da's living room. The newly renovated living room has no furniture, no sofa, no TV, and no coffee table.One and only one mat on the wooden floor.

On the cushion, a young man was sleeping soundly. He didn't open his eyes slowly until there was a slight vibration from the pillow next to his ear.

hum…

hum…

hum…

The shock came from beside 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 to other places, but took the subway directly back to his new home.Now his home is in City S, and he doesn't need to return to City H like before, which is much more convenient than before.

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

But Song Wenbin liked this kind of empty shell very much, it made him feel empty and relaxed.It makes him more relaxed than his parents' home in H City with lots of furniture.

Although I don't have much time to go to India, this job is a mentally and physically exhausting job.After returning to his new home, Song Wenbin always felt very tired, as if he couldn't get enough sleep.

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

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

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

hum…

hum…

hum…

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

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. Now that he is off work, he doesn't want to have unnecessary and meaningless communication with anyone.

But he picked up his phone and glanced at it, only to find that it was a WeChat call from his mother Li Yue.

Song Wenbin let out a long breath, lazily connected the phone, clicked on the speaker, and threw the phone aside.

"Say." He said casually.

"Wen Bin, what are you doing now?"

The mother's hesitant voice rang from the phone's speaker.

"Sleep." Song Wenbin said.

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

The voice of mother bluffing came from the phone.

Song Wenbin frowned and said, "Tell me something, or I'll die."

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

"No marriage, no dating, no blind date."

Song Wenbin said, "Say it."

The other end of the phone sighed, and said, "I'm not asking you to find a partner. Although you should indeed find a partner, it's not about today."

"Then what's the matter?" Song Wenbin sat up a little bit from the cushion.

"It's about the factory."

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

Ever since he went to the Caribbean, his mother hadn't mentioned the family matters to him. Today, when he mentioned it suddenly, Song Wenbin was stunned for a second, and asked slowly, "Ah, what's wrong with the factory."

"The factory...the factory has lost a lot this year..."

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

Hearing this, Song Wenbin rubbed his messy sleeping hair with some headaches, sat up from the bed, and asked, "How much did you lose?"

"Not much, 10,000+, as you know, the economy has been in a downturn recently." Mother said.

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

"The family doesn't have enough money." Mother Li Yue wondered.

"Why is there not enough money at home?" Song Wenbin was puzzled.

Although his family is not rich, it can barely be considered a middle-class well-off family. He doesn't believe that his parents can't afford 10,000+.

My mother didn't speak, and started rambling, talking about those workers who demanded a wage increase, and about those dealers who were dishonest and returned goods after buying them.

But Song Wenbin has lived in this family for more than [-] years, and he has a clear understanding of the family's problems.

"Did Dad lose money again by speculating in stocks?"

Song Wenbin asked directly.

Li Yue was silent.

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

Song Wenbin raised his eyebrows, not surprised at all.When he was a child, his father, Song Siping, went to a casino with an uncle who was a labor contractor, and lost more than 1 yuan. It was Chinese New Year, and when he came back, he yelled at his family.Later, the casino was also closed down, but I didn't go there again.

But to say that people’s gambling nature is hard to change, although he no longer plays the real offline game, but since an aunt who made money from stock trading came to his house to brag about it, he also threw the money he finally earned into the stock market However, when I threw it in, the stock market crashed, I was locked up, and almost got divorced.

Despite these painful lessons, Song Siping himself always believed that his lack of academic skills led to continuous losses in the stock market.Every now and then, I have to invest some money in it, trying to "hone my skills" in the market, so that I can come back one day.

These things are very absurd to Song Wenbin himself. He has no interest in gambling by nature. When he was an adult, he also persuaded his father a few words at the dinner table, trying to make him stop the loss in time.But my father always used some lofty terms, such as the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission, the China Banking and Insurance Regulatory Commission, this insider, that insider, to stand up for his actions.

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

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

"What did he do this time?"

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

The mother said in a trembling voice, "I lost more than 30 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 lightly.

"I said the same thing, but he didn't listen." Mother Li Yue broke down in tears on the phone, very sad.

But Song Wenbin listened to his mother's crying, but he didn't feel sympathetic 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 loss. The most common reason was "he also wanted to earned".

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

"I know it's not okay. Your dad didn't mean that. He...he wanted you to come back and take over the factory. He said he was old and couldn't work anymore." Li Yue said.

"uh-huh."

Song Wenbin snorted lightly, and said sarcastically: "I still have to block it, I have my own business now, and I don't have the time to do what you do. Let me tell you, your work is not profitable, and you can't make much in a year. money, plus you are too old to work anymore, so you might as well sell the dilapidated factory for a million or so, plug the hole, and the remaining money is almost enough for your retirement.”

Mother was on the phone, silent and wiping tears.

Song Wenbin said impatiently, "I'm dead."

"Son." Li Yue begged, "Your father and I haven't done anything in our life. It's just this factory. I can't bear to sell it."

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

"Hmph, you know you're afraid."

Song Wenbin laughed aloud.

"You still have the heart to joke, you have no conscience."

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 later." Song Wenbin said noncommittally, 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 the people around him were idiots. Although his parents lived decades longer than him, some things seemed to be completely innate. In some things, they lost money with the stock market Like all living beings in China, even at the age of 80, they will not repent.

Stock trading, only fools trade stocks...

After muttering something, he fell back on the mattress, planning to sleep and forget about these shitty things.

However, after his mother's phone call, he couldn't sleep no matter what.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. Song Wenbin felt that if he was a father, instead of throwing money into the stock market, it would be better to exchange it for a toilet with spray heating, so that he could still sleep when squatting. Get comfortable.

After a brief wash, he went downstairs wearing a mask, a pair of slippers and carrying the garbage. After going downstairs, he pushed a shared bicycle and started riding on the street.

His old Sagitar had already been sold in Chongqing, and now he has no other means of transportation. As for the motorcycle in India, although Song Wenbin wanted to keep it, he was taken away by the program crew after the filming of the show. He has nothing to do, and now he can only ride a bicycle.

After riding a bicycle to a flower shop near the community, Song Wenbin picked around and saw several pots of budding gardenias in the shop, and his eyes lit up.Asked: "Boss, how much does it cost?"

The boss glanced at it and said, "One pot for 30, four pots for 100."

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

"Good." The boss put down his work and came to help Song Wenbin make potted plants.After buying the gardenias, Song Wenbin bought a few pots of succulents and spider plants and green radishes, and then put the flowers full on the bicycle seat, riding the bicycle with one hand, and slowly stepped back to the community with a pot of green radishes in the other.

After returning home, Song Wenbin put the green radish and Chlorophytum next to the mattress in the living room. The new home has just been renovated, and the smell of formaldehyde must be indispensable. Some green plants can make the smell lighter.

After placing the green radishes, Song Wenbin carried the succulents and gardenias to the balcony. There was a small wooden ladder on the balcony leading directly to the roof. Both sides of the wooden ladder were filled with various succulents, spider plants and honeysuckle.

Song Wenbin climbed the wooden ladder to the roof. There was a small greenhouse on the roof. This is the benefit of buying the top floor. Song Wenbin got a free attic. Although the attic is not big, it is being used by Song Wenbin at the moment. The flowers and plants are stuffed to the brim.

Among them are honeysuckle, bauhinia, cactus, azalea, June snow, podocarpus, and several ornamental pomegranates.Among those large bonsai, there are also small succulents full of them.

This is a hobby that Song Wenbin accidentally awakened when he bought green radishes to remove formaldehyde. When he bought green radishes for the first time, Song Wenbin found that in the process of playing with these plants, he could gain great peace of mind, allowing him to forget about travel and life. Encountered those inexplicable and wonderful people and things.

So these days, besides eating and sleeping, he basically rides around in S City, looking for those flower shops, and buying various plants from them to put in the greenhouse.

After climbing the stairs to wipe the dust on the glass ceiling, placing the newly purchased plants in the correct position, and spraying some water-loving plants, Song Wenbin pulled a reclining chair, satisfied Lie down, look at the dense plants beside you, smell the fragrance of flowers and plants, take out a pack of cigarettes from your pocket, and smoke slowly.

While smoking, I was thinking about what else I could add to this greenhouse.

Maybe he can add a bird, but he often goes abroad, sometimes for several months, he will definitely starve to death if he raises a bird, or he should install an automatic watering system in the greenhouse to water it automatically at regular intervals, but I don’t know Can this kind of system be available in the market? Song Wenbin doesn't want all the flowers in his beloved greenhouse to die after he returns from a trip abroad.

Just thinking about it, the phone vibrated again.

Song Wenbin, who hadn't finished a cigarette, was a little annoyed, why the phone kept coming in during the break.

But looking again, Song Wenbin put away his impatience, it wasn't his mother.

"Hello." Song Wenbin answered the phone.

"Mr. Song, we set up a bed for you, now we are downstairs."

"Did you go downstairs?" Song Wenbin quickly got up, leaned on the eaves and looked down, and sure enough, he saw a small truck underneath.The bed he ordered for himself arrived.

"Okay, I'll come right away."

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

The masters carried the bed to Song Wenbin's master bedroom and installed it in a very careless manner. During the installation, the master who installed the bed saw that Song Wenbin's room was almost empty, so he asked, "Brother, why are you doing this?" Buy a bed, are the bedrooms here empty?"

"I live alone in this room." Song Wenbin said.

"It's rented." The master asked.

"I bought it." Song Wenbin said proudly.

The master respectfully said, "Hey, why don't you buy more beds, just in case you need them in the future, our family has activities, so it's cheaper to buy more beds."

"It's not necessary." Song Wenbin said as a matter of course.

"Why can't it be used? Marriage and children must be..."

"If you don't get married, you won't have children." Song Wenbin waved his hands triumphantly: "I only need one bed."

"Brother, don't talk too much, you have to plan ahead." The master said earnestly.

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

(End of this chapter)