Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

Chapter 30

After sending Yuan Ke away, Song Xiaowu actually felt very uncomfortable. He wandered back to the residence, opened the door to change his shoes, and sat on the leather stool at the entrance in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Xiaowu raised his head when he heard a slight noise, only to see a strange foreign woman standing in front of him.

"You..." Song Xiaowu's Spanish vocabulary is so poor that it is not easy to form a phrase, and at the moment his thoughts are confused, he just squeezed out this word and lost the text.

"My younger brother." Yao Jian came out of the upstairs room, and walked down while talking to the lady.

The lady nodded and smiled at Song Xiaowu friendly after hearing the words, and continued to work on her own affairs.Yao Jian walked up to Song Xiaowu and said, "You are too lazy, you don't even have the time to find someone to do housework?"

Song Xiaowu forced a smile at him, then stood up and walked to the living room.

The toast on the coffee table and the yogurt and fruit Yuan Ke bought were all cleaned up, and now there is a bottle of red wine and a wine glass on top.

Song Xiaowu's whole body sank into the sofa, staring at the brand-new coffee table in a daze, until the lady had already arranged everything, and the voice of saying goodbye to Yao Jian sounded, Song Xiaowu regained consciousness for a moment, and got up without saying a word Upstairs, into the bathroom.

After taking a shower and drying his hair, Song Xiaowu saw that Yao Jian was still sitting in the living room with a few documents neatly placed by his hand——Yao Jianlai had a deep obsession with the word "orderly", and it might be him The files were not opened at all.

Song Xiaowu went downstairs, took a wine glass from the inverted cup holder, and picked up the red wine on the coffee table.

"What are you doing?" Yao Jian looked up from the document.

"Refresh." Song Xiaowu poured half a glass of wine casually, he always remembers this and ignores the other when he is particular about drinking red wine, just casually.

After taking a big sip by himself, he sat down on the sofa and planned to serve Yao Jianman, but was stopped: "I will do it myself."

Song Xiaowu saw that his movements were extremely elegant and smooth, and finally couldn't help laughing to himself, before asking: "Brother, how long are you going to let me stay here?"

"Let's talk about it when things are done."

"Is it your company's business, or my business?"

"Both." Yao Jian is very frank now, as if he never concealed his intentions, "I want to enroll you in a language class here first, but after all, this is their territory, if the business can be discussed well, I think I can ask for favors and find you a better university." Although the school he chose before was not an ordinary second-rate school, after all, it couldn't compare with this famous school.

"I'm not staying in Citigroup, so what's the point of learning their language?" The old man thought that he wanted to have a little one to please him when he went back, so how could he agree to send him out?

"Spanish is more or less a common language all over the world. Even if Citigroup's influence is not as good as before, you don't need to become an expert if you know a little bit. By the way, it doesn't hurt to broaden your horizons."

According to Song Xiaowu's aptitude, it is indeed too difficult to enter the headquarters after finishing language studies, but it is not difficult to see the world and make some valuable friends with his natural affinity.

"Brother, why do you still keep it from me for so long when you clearly think that what you do is for my own good?" Song Xiaowu tilted his head on the pillow, staring at Yao Jian fixedly, while continuing to put the wine glass to his mouth deliver.

"You can't drink red wine so hard." Yao Jian reached out and snatched the glass he was holding, "You are already drunk."

"No, I'm just feeling tight in my chest," Song Xiaowu denied, pointing to his head, "I'm awake."

There's no point in talking to someone who's drunk.Yao Jian stood up, trying to help him up and let him go back to the bedroom to rest.But he saw Song Xiaowu lying on the sofa with aggrieved posture, staring at himself with displeasure.

Yes, just not happy.The emotion was not complicated or profound at all, but Yao Jian stood there for a long time, but still couldn't move his eyes from looking at him, and asked him to get up indifferently.

He should not have allowed Ms. Garcia to go home and rest.

The sturdy middle-aged maid might not be able to help him pull a drunk up.But her presence can help him pull himself out of the abyss.

During the long-term stalemate between the two, Song Xiaowu finally fell into a dream with this unhappy expression.

Yao Jian looked at his still frowning brows and the corners of his lips full of grievance, sighed softly, stepped forward to hug him, and walked slowly towards the stairs.

"You make me feel bad..." He murmured in his arms, almost crying.

Yao Jian was startled, and lowered his head to look at him.

"Thinking deeply," was just a drunken raving, "chest tightness..."

Hearing this, Yao Jian seemed relieved, held Song Xiaowu steady and continued walking.

He already knew he wasn't talking about himself.

When Song Xiaowu woke up the next day, he felt very sad: he remembered that he dreamed of Li Tianqi last night. With both legs stretched out, other details are blurred.

But Song Xiaowu still clearly remembered the warmth of that embrace.It was so real that even he who woke up now would not be reconciled.

He froze on the bed for a while, then got up to wash, packed up and went downstairs, and found that Ms. Garcia was the only one in the whole house besides him.

"Good morning." Song Xiaowu walked to the dining room and said to her in Spanish.

Ms. Garcia, who was inserting the bouquet into the vase on the table, heard the sound and turned around with a smile. Song Xiaowu happened to see that the clock on the wall was almost eleven o'clock, and quickly changed his words: "Uh...good day .”

Ms. Garcia also said hello to him, and spoke quickly, but Song Xiaowu only had time to catch the word "Mr. Yao".

It should be that his elder brother went out for something.Song Xiaowu, whose Spanish language is still at the level of domestic junior high school students, is still below the average, smiled at her again, and went back to the bedroom.

Counting the time difference, it was evening in China, Song Xiaowu skillfully dialed the string of phone numbers, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.

He doesn't want to still act like a kid who always asks his parents for advice.

"Xiao Wu." However, when Li Tianqi's voice came, Song Xiaowu still had a sore nose in embarrassment.He managed to hide it with great difficulty, and still said in his usual tone: "Big Lizi, did you miss me last night?"

Li Tianqi smiled: "Did you just wake up?"

"How do you know?" Song Xiaowu felt that sleepiness could not be heard in his voice.

"It's easy to forget the content of the dream if you wake up a little longer." Song Xiaowu couldn't hear his tone of just stating the facts the most, and wished he could immediately drag him to him and bite him hard.

"How's the shop doing?" Song Xiaowu continued to ask while gnashing his teeth.

"It's good." Li Tianqi said again: "Is your meal ready soon? Don't let your third uncle wait for you alone."

"I don't live with them anymore." Song Xiaowu said, "My brother is here, and we just found another house... My brother plans to let me take language classes here."

Li Tianqi was silent for a moment, and asked, "Then what do you mean?"

"...I don't know." Song Xiaowu thought for a while, and he was surprised by such an answer.

"That is to say, at least you don't have absolute resistance in your heart." Li Tianqi sighed imperceptibly, "Xiao Wu, if I was my age when you said you didn't want to study, then I would definitely not agree. "

"What about you?" Song Xiaowu asked immediately.

"Me?" Li Tianqi laughed, "I have to work hard to earn more money before I can go to Citigroup to see you."

"Big Lizi," Song Xiaowu couldn't help closing his eyes, "Did you already know?"

"I can guess that your family will separate us for a while..." Sensing that Song Xiaowu was eager to say something, Li Tianqi continued: "Xiaowu, listen to me and finish talking first."

"Your family members do these things, at least they think it's for your own good." Li Tianqi said, "You probably don't agree with their ideas, but what do you have to do to make them take your feelings into consideration, and even It's up to you to decide what you want to do?"

Song Xiaowu suddenly thought of Yao Jian.Then I heard Li Tianqi say again: "Xiao Wu, you are still young. As for the elders of the Yao family, most of them think that you are a child who has not grown up and is not capable of taking responsibility for your own choices..."

"I understand." The only thing I can't bear is missing you too much, they have already made me breathless.

Song Xiaowu let out a long breath silently, trying not to let Li Tianqi hear it: "I want to think about it again." He adjusted his expression again: "Big Lizi, I want to see you."

Li Tianqi turned on the video call, and the first time he saw Song Xiaowu staring at him, he couldn't help feeling soft and sour, and called him softly: "Xiaowu."

Song Xiaowu didn't expect the internet to be so fast, and Da Lizi saw his dazed face staring at the screen, and quickly smiled: "Are you cooking?" He saw Li Tianqi standing in the kitchen, the lights were bright and warm , in the corner of the screen is the position of the stove, and there is a faint mist.

"Yeah." Li Tianqi agreed, and moved the camera to the bowl containing tomato and egg marinade. He was just showing him casually, but he didn't want to just tease this greedy cat: "Take it away! I don't want to see it!"

Only then did Li Tianqi turn away from the camera, laughing uncontrollably, the two were arguing, but they heard Song Xiaowuxu cover the bedroom door and was knocked: "Mr. Yao?"

Song Xiaowu coughed and said, "Please come in."

Ms. Garcia stood at the inner side of the door and said something slowly, but Song Xiaowu still didn't understand.

"Did she ask you to go downstairs for dinner or did she bring the meal over?" Li Tianqi on the other side of the screen could only act as an interpreter.

"Oh...here." Song Xiaowu pointed to the floor under his feet, Ms. Garcia understood, went downstairs to bring the food, and said "Please enjoy".

Song Xiaowu thanked her, watched her leave, turned around and said to Li Tianqi: "Look, my Spanish is only at this level."

He showed Li Tianqi his lunch: Kung Pao Chicken, Potato Stewed Beef, and a cup of soup. I hope it's not too Citigroup style.

The two have been playing the video, but they can't stay in front of the screen all the time, they just need to know that the other party is still there.Until Li Tianqi finished washing, he leaned on the bed, only turned on a lamp on the bedside table, and then talked to Song Xiaowu.Song Xiaowu knew that he would get up again at three or four o'clock in the morning, even though he was reluctant, he said nonchalantly: "You go to sleep, my phone is so hot that it can roast meat...don't work too hard."

"Then, good night." Li Tianqi was really trying to talk to him, and after closing his eyes, he fell asleep not long after.

"Good night." Song Xiaowu couldn't help but put his lips on the screen, and then pressed the "End" button.The time for the eyes to the screen is too long, and it is very astringent.