C10 Young Man

"Sure enough, she's still a little girl, her mood changes fast." Shen Muxi lowered her head and sighed. She then said to Shang Que, "Speaking of which, Brother Shang, I am actually older than Yunran by a round."

When she finished speaking, Shang Que did not reply. When she looked up, she just saw him withdraw his gaze from the staircase.

Soong Yunran sat on her pink bed, holding her hair in a daze. After a long time, her legs became numb before she woke up.

It was not that she was thinking about some profound problem. She had never been a meticulous person. It was just that she felt inexplicably irritated.

Shaking her head, she rolled to the bedside table and took out another item from the drawer of the bedside table.

This time, it was a worn-out iron box. It had a sense of age, and its surface was full of rust.

Opening the lid, there were some small things inside. At the very top, there was an old-fashioned phone.

Soong Yunran took it out and pressed the button to light up the screen. The battery was still considered sufficient. There were two lone contacts lying in the contact list.

She clicked on one of the messages on the top and looked at it for a long time. She clicked on the message column and there was only a message that was set as a star mark. The content was a short five words: Fly South Africa, do not read.

Soong Yunran looked at the message again and again, even though the time on it was four years away from now.

She exited the message interface and opened another message. There was an unread message on it.

Fruit raccoon: Call Sheep.

It was last night.

It was probably after she fell asleep.

Soong Yunran knocked on the keyboard and got up to change her clothes.

When they went downstairs, Que was no longer there and Shen Muxi was also nowhere to be seen. Only Aunt Yun was peeling the beans at the dining table. When she saw Soong Yunran, she muttered unhappily, "Seeing the heaven and earth running out, the students now."

Without guessing, it was not a good thing to say what she did not finish. Soong Yunran was wearing a large piece of clothing that covered her entire body. The hat was on top of her head covering half of her face and she was not in the mood to walk around her as she walked out of the door.

Logically speaking, Soong Yunran had only been in B City for two months and should not know anyone here but there was an exception.

The fruit raccoon was that accident.

In her previous life, Soong Yunran felt that he was just a friend who shared the same ideals. Thinking about it now, there were some things that had already been decided.

There were commercial streets where there were residents. After passing through the residential area where the villa was located, there was a 'ghost market' two miles to the east. The ghost meant that the things here were all-encompassing and all kinds of rare antiques could be found.

The street was deserted during the day and there was not a lot of people. The doors of the shops were half-open and it was hard to see a person. Only the noisy noise from the opposite flower and bird market brought some anger.

123 Changwen Street.

Soong Yunran pushed open the half-closed door and in the narrow space, there was a pile of trash, big and small, from the wooden table to the small pottery.

Under the window, there was a reclining chair. There was a person lying on it crookedly. There was a pair of slippers hanging on his feet and there was a fan covering his face.

He was sleeping soundly.

Soong Yunran took a few steps over the mess and quickly picked up the fan. She held it in her hand and started to measure it.

The thing that was covering the light was taken away. The sleeping person shook his eyelashes and woke up.

A thin young man with a chatterbox in between his brows. His short hair was messy and messy. Following the movement of getting up, the shoes of the lazy person on his feet finally fell down.

He was thin, his bones were long, and his eyes were big. The expression on his face was somewhat proud and aloof. When he saw Soong Yunran, he lazily stretched his waist.

"Tell me, what did you do last night? I didn't even reply to the message I sent you at 8: 30."

Soong Yunran put the fan back into the cabinet and lied, "Do homework."

His eyes followed the movements of her hands and asked, "Can you tell what?"

"In the end of the Qing Dynasty, Su Xiu's foundation was ordinary and not some work of a big family." Soong Yunran lightly said, "You called me over just to see this?"

The youth raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl in front of him who was wearing a hat and a hat. He kicked his shoes again. Clearly, he did not want to change the topic, "Since you are here, accompany this young master to have breakfast."

After saying that, he reached out his hand and took Soong Yunran's hat and left, not giving any chance to refute.

Breakfast in B City, bean juices, steamed buns, and fried dough sticks. The young man quickly finished a bowl of them. He looked up at the girl opposite him who had not taken a sip and treated the bean juice like water. He clicked his tongue a few times and said, "The tofu juice in Beijing. If you get used to it, you'll feel itchy if you don't drink it for a day."

Soong Yunran threw the spoon in her hand and scolded in her heart, How many years has it been since I was used to it?

"Hey - wait a minute." The young man suddenly rushed over and grabbed Soong Yunran's hand. He reached out and touched the green bracelet in her hand. "Where did you get it from? Why didn't I see you bring it with you?"

Soong Yunran let him look and calmly listened to his next words.

As expected, he said, "This thing has spirituality. Sheep, put some blood on it and try it."

It was from his previous life. Although the scene was different and the bracelet did not appear so early, the words he said were not bad.

At this time, Soong Yunran truly felt the fact that she had been reborn.

Retracting her hand, she threw a look of disdain towards him, "Fox, to be honest, every time you see a new item, do you want to bleed a little?"

"That's not it. There are not many things with spirit. This is a treasure. Let's discuss and sell it to me?" He was full. He bent one leg and started to talk about the sale.

Soong Yunran answered fluently, "How much do you want?"

Fox raised his hand and made a two.

"Two million?"

Pa! A book was thrown down from the table in front of the two people in front of him. When Feng Yang lifted it up, the page was filled with words.

"Since the two young heroes are so rich, can you pay for the breakfast you borrowed last month first?"

Fox touched her nose and did not feel embarrassed at all. "Uncle Zhang, when have I ever been short of your money? I'm talking business with friends. Don't interrupt."

"Alright, Si Yan, let's not talk about other things. Your ability to talk big has learned from your grandfather by a hundred percent." The shop owner shook his head as he spoke.

Bah. Si Yan spat out the toothpick in his mouth and sneered. His face was cold, and when he looked at people unhappily, he could even see some traces of evil.

When he was about to stand up, his sleeve was pulled.

Soong Yunran took out a few red notes from her pocket and threw them on the table. She said lightly, "These are for you first. If it is not enough, he will make up for it next time."

After saying that, she put the hat on her head again and pulled Si Yan out of the breakfast shop.

"Hey, hey, hey, sheep. Slow down. I am wearing slippers." Soong Yunran pulled on his sleeve. Si Yan shouted as he walked, "What are you worried about? It's not like I'm going to hit him."

Soong Yunran only let go of his hand when they reached the entrance of Si Yan's shop. She turned around and looked at him firmly. "You don't want to hit him, so you want to kick that table over."

Si Yan said in surprise, "Strange, how did you know?"

How would I know? I once watched you kick that table over. You borrowed money and couldn't even afford to eat breakfast.

The entire hot-tempered youth.