Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Chapter 212 Real World 2

Song Xun had only seen Chu Yao's spiritual form, and that was based on a wanted poster that had been taken.

Where can you find such a person in such a vast crowd of people?

Without a specific target, Song Xun couldn't find anyone no matter how hard he looked.

In the meantime, Song Mian called again. Song Xun couldn't refuse again, but he refused and asked him to answer the phone.

The place where I live is not far from the subway station, about ten minutes' walk away.

The weather has turned cooler in autumn.

Song Xun tightened his coat and passed by a construction site.

It was bustling with activity inside, with flying dust blowing towards us.

He glanced inside accidentally and stopped moving.

Among a crowd of tall, short, fat and thin people, my eyes were fixed on a figure working hard.

The figure is beautiful and smooth, with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

It was a chilly day, and he was wearing a white vest. His muscular bronze body rose and fell with his movements, and he was sweating profusely.

The hormones of mature men are overwhelming.

Song Xun stared at the figure intently, and the most direct feeling from the bottom of his heart told him that he had not made a mistake.

Chu Yao? Construction site?

His mind thought it was impossible, but his feeling urged him to get closer. As they pulled each other, Song Xun had a conflicted expression and took tentative steps forward.

The man tilted his head slightly, his hands moving freely and gracefully, revealing a handsome profile with distinct lines.

Among a group of numb and mechanical workers, he acted carelessly and unruly as if he was just joking.

He shouldn't be working on concrete here, he should be posing in the spotlight and on the red carpet.

The man's profile matched the picture on the wanted poster perfectly, and Song Xun's expression changed from hesitant to firm.

"Chu Yao!"

There was anger and grievance in his voice.

I was angry that Chu Yao came here but didn't come to see me, and I felt wronged because I was worried about him these past two days.

The man turned around, and the cigarette in his mouth dropped when he saw Song Xun. The carefree look on his face disappeared, and he stood up straight.

Two steps away, Song Xun asked sullenly, "When did you come here?"

Chu Yao took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to hug him, but when he noticed the mud on his hands, he retracted his hand.

Song Xun said stubbornly: "You haven't answered me yet."

"yesterday."

Song Xun's nose turned red from the cold wind, and he spoke slowly: "Then why don't you come find me."

The corners of Chu Yao's mouth twitched, and he seemed to be at a loss for words.

Song Xun saw that it didn't respond, so he turned and left.

Chu Yao panicked and quickly stepped forward to grab Song Xun.

"Don't go, I said."

*

Speaking of this, Chu Yao also felt depressed.

"I was worried about those iron guys in the Space-Time Bureau, so I asked 996 to handle my departure. I got cheated."

For their first official meeting, Chu Yao had already imagined various scenarios in his mind.

Everything was romantic and aesthetic; he was not a perfectionist, but as this was his first time with Songxun in their original bodies, in this world where they were about to live together, he wanted to be more formal and serious.

Instead of waking up from a smelly trash can with a banana peel left over by someone else on your head.

He had no identity in this world. Although he had learned everything about Song Xun here before coming, he really couldn't bear to meet Song Xun like this.

I simply found a temporary construction site near him and planned to work for a day so that I could at least buy some clothes.

The old man's vest he was wearing was donated by someone because he thought it smelled bad. Song found him not long after he started using it.

Song Xun still didn't understand: "Why would 996 cheat you?"

Chu Yao gritted his teeth and stared at him eagerly: "Don't think I don't know. It has often urged you to find other men."

"I just took some revenge on it, but I didn't expect it to hold such a grudge."

Song Xun understood now and felt that Chu Yao was not innocent either.

After understanding everything clearly, he was not so angry anymore. He pulled Chu Yao and prepared to leave.

"What are you doing? I'm not done here yet."

Song Xun was confident: "I have money, I will support you in the future."

The workers working around slowed down their movements and pricked up their ears.

Song Xun raised a finger: "I will give you 10,000 pocket money every month from now on."

After thinking about his savings, he changed his tone: "No, I'll give you 20,000."

Chu Yao raised his eyebrows subtly and said nothing.

"Is it too little?" Song Xun hesitated and raised the upper limit, "What about thirty thousand?"

Suddenly, a blond young man came over and pointed at himself, recommending himself: "Do you think I can do it? Twenty thousand is enough for me, and I'm not bad looking and young."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill all over his body. He turned to face Chu Yao, who had a gloomy face. When he saw Chu Yao raise his hands, he immediately protected his head and ran out.

"Why, you still want to hit someone! You don't want to do it yourself and you don't allow others to fight for it. You pretty boy have a bad temper."

Song Xun quickly grabbed Chu Yao's arm, looked around awkwardly at the workers who were gossiping or shocked, and pulled Chu Yao out with his head down.

Chu Yao turned around and glared at the yellow-haired man.

"That's right. He's not wrong." The yellow-haired man muttered unconvinced behind him.

Song Xun quickened his pace, fearing that he would get into a fight with others if he failed to hold Chu Yao down.

"I haven't received my wages yet." Chu Yao said slowly.

"No, I'll give you money."

"I don't have money to buy clothes."

"Now go."

A muffled laugh came from behind. Song Xun turned around and saw Chu Yao's eyes were full of smiles, as if he was trying to hold back his laughter.

"Are you so afraid that I will go back and deal with him? Not really. After all, what he said is not wrong."

"I'll have to rely on you from now on." Chu Yao joked, "Big money man."

Song Xun felt that he was being laughed at and stopped moving.

"Don't call me that."

Chu Yao lowered his head and moved closer to him: "Why, are you angry?"

Song Xun threatened: "If you continue like this, I won't buy you any clothes."

"Is that so?" Chu Yao's expression turned serious, "Then I won't dare to do it."

Song Xun pursed her lips, feeling a sense of superiority as someone who held economic power. Just as she was about to speak, Chu Yao suddenly bent down and gave her a kiss on the corner of her lips.

Chu Yao's sneak attack was successful and he took two steps back in triumph.

Song Xun raised his hand blankly, touched the corner of his lips, and his face became hot: "Here, this is outside."

Chu Yao changed the subject: "Then go back now."

Slippery.

Song Xun ignored him, turned around and walked away.

Chu Yao quickly followed, smiling and started coaxing people again.

The construction path was deserted except for the bulldozers that passed by raising dust.

The yellow fallen leaves covered the uneven road. Two figures moved apart and closer, one in front and one behind, and finally overlapped and left together.

*

Song Xun was generous and took a taxi instead of the subway, and took Chu Yao to the most prosperous shopping mall in the city center.

There are many brand stores inside, and the customers coming and going are all well-dressed.

Chu Yao, who was wearing an old man's shirt, attracted a lot of attention as soon as he entered.

The shopping guide did not look for Song Xun, but instead approached Chu Yao who was strolling around.

Chu Yao has a special temperament. Even if he is dressed in rags, others only regard him as a rich second-generation young master who has fallen on hard times, rather than a poor guy who has just come from a construction site to carry bricks.

Chu Yao was also not polite. He sat there like a big boss and picked at the clothes the shopping guide brought him. He was very picky.

Seeing Song Xun standing there in a daze, he pulled him to sit down with him.

Pointing at the coat on the model at the door, he said generously, "Give it here."

"I'll get it for you right away." The shopping guide quickly put down the clothes in her hands and took the coat.

Chu Yao looked at it for a moment and was quite satisfied. He took the clothes, casually tried it on Song Xun, and nodded.

"This is it, put it all together."

Song Xun reacted and quickly pulled Chu Yao's sleeve: "I have clothes."

He has never had high pursuit for external material things. As long as they are clothes, they are wearable. There is no need to spend so much money on them.

The salesperson at the side was afraid that the big fish would slip away, so she hurriedly said, "Your brother means well, and this dress looks good on you. It would be nice to look presentable when you go out."

She glanced at Song Xun's clothes without leaving any trace, looked down on them in her heart, and smiled at Chu Yao, "This gentleman has good taste."

Her focus was more on Chu Yao, and she obviously misunderstood who was the one who paid the money and made the decision.

Song Xun didn't say anything, and when he saw that the clothes were packed, he stopped insisting.

"Let's go." Chu Yao pulled him up and passed by the shopping guide and emphasized slowly: "You just said it wrong, he is my boyfriend, not my brother."

The eager smile on the shopping guide's face froze.

Chu Yao glanced at her in dissatisfaction: "What's that expression? Not welcome?"

"No, no." The shopping guide reacted and hurried to catch up.

Song Xun turned around and looked at her forced smile and stiff face, then looked down at the hand he and Chu Yao were holding.

Even though he felt the vague gaze, he did not let go.

Today, public acceptance of same-sex couples is not universal, and some groups are still resistant.

The one who spent the money was the uncle, and the shopping guide suppressed her shocked reaction and tried not to show any strange expression.

She pushed the cashier and urged, "Hurry up, these two gentlemen, check out."

The cashier started to check out the items one by one, and Song Xun realized that the clothes were not in the right size, and most of the clothes were in his size.

He raised his head and looked behind him, meeting Chu Yao's smiling eyes.

Forget it, I have money, just buy myself some clothes, what's the big deal.

"Total, how do I pay?"

Song Xun's face fell, and his previous thoughts disappeared completely. Even if he had money, he couldn't resist.

The shopping guide looked at Chu Yao and stretched out his hand: "Do you want to pay by card or something else?"

She waited for Chu Yao to take out his card, staring at him, and saw with her own eyes that the man turned around and spoke in a humble manner towards the boy whose clothes she had ridiculed in her mind.

"Boyfriend, big money sponsor, it's time for you to pay."

This time she really couldn't control herself and the smile on the shopping guide's face could no longer be maintained.

The world is going downhill, the world is going downhill! How come the world has become like this?

A pretty boy is arrogant and shows off everywhere, while the real rich people are hiding their wealth and dress so simply. No wonder, all the money is used to support the pretty boy.

I've been in the store for so many years and have seen all kinds of people. I can be considered knowledgeable.

But at this moment, she began to feel uncertain, wondering if she was too feudal and conservative, and that society was progressing too fast and she could no longer keep up?

Chu Yao handed over the card but no one took it for a long time. He said, "Is it okay? If not, change to another one. You're wasting time."

The shopping guide woke up as if from a dream and quickly took the card: "Sorry, I will take care of it for you right away."

After paying the money, Song Xun didn't want to stay even a second longer, feeling very anxious.

Chu Yao, with his hands full of things, followed behind him in a hurry: "Why are you walking so fast? Slow down."

Song Xun doesn't even want Chu Yao anymore because he's too ostentatious.

Chu Yao licked his face and came closer: "Are you angry?"

Song Xun held out his hand: "Give me the receipt."

Chu Yao had a shopping bag hanging around his neck. He barely freed one hand to take out the receipt and handed it over obediently.

Song Xun stared at the details above and his brows gradually furrowed.

"You just said you would support me in the future, and now you can't bear to let me go?"

"I don't have it." Song Xun was depressed. The windbreaker alone cost more than 50,000 out of the 130,000 yuan.

He put the receipt away, raised his hand to take the shopping bag off Chu Yao's neck, took out the coat from it, and pulled off the tag.

"Put it on."

Chu Yao was so proud: "You feel sorry for me."

Song Xun took the things from his hand and glanced at the old man's shirt on Chu Yao: "I feel embarrassed to stand with you."

Chu Yao put on his coat, took the thing back from his hand, and moved closer to Song Xun.

Having been fooled once, Dang Songxun would not fall into the same trap. He used one hand to push his head back.

"Can you please be more careful about your impact outside?"

Although his attempt to cheat failed, Chu Yao was not disappointed and felt very happy.

The heating in the mall was turned on high enough that even my body felt warm.

He knew what Song Xun was feeling sorry for. He bought things for him without blinking an eye, but was reluctant to wear them himself. What a fool.

Chu Yao felt weak in the heart and felt dizzy.

It would be a waste of time if you have to waste a day.

*

first time.

In his endless wandering, there were few things that could arouse Chu Yao's interest, so he randomly fell into a small world, threw away his memories, and experienced different aspects of life.

After a long time, I gradually got tired of it. The people and things seemed different, but they were the same in every way.

Ordinary people try their best to live, those in power are extremely powerful, and incompetent people go with the flow and blame others.

Lovers, parents, children, all living beings are diverse, but they all remain essentially the same.

That was the last time Chu Yao planned to experience that boring game. He thought it would end as usual and he would then spend time looking for new and interesting games.

When the soul body returned for the last time, how could Chu Yao not understand that he was pecked by a novice rookie.

If you hunt geese all day, the geese will peck your eyes. The old saying is true.

Chu Yao, who was in a small world, couldn't understand it. But how could Chu Yao, an old fox who had been traveling for thousands of years, not understand it?

Song Xun's purpose of completing the task was shallow, he didn't know how to conceal it, his methods were not sophisticated enough, and they were clumsy and limited.

But he just took the bait and wouldn't let it go.

Chu Yao felt so ashamed of himself that he stared at the other person and started to compete with him.

The stars are twinkling and their paths are interlacing.

From the first intersection, it was as if two disks were destined to converge, interweaving and forming the traction of fate.

I don't know since when, he can't let go.

*

There was a constant flow of people and cars outside the mall.

Song Xun pulled Chu Yao’s hand, which was trying to hail a taxi, and hurried forward.

"Where are we going?" Chu Yao looked quite expectant.

Song Xun: "Subway station."

Chu Yao's interest gradually faded.

It was the weekend and you couldn't even see feet in the subway, it was just a sea of ​​people.

Song Xun pulled Chu Yao into the subway car. Chu Yao was so tall that his shoelaces were untied because of being surrounded by the crowd.

With a look of despair, he said, "How much does a taxi cost?"

"It's too noisy, what did you say?" Song Xun pretended not to hear.

In the mall, if he hadn't been dragging him along, Chu Yao would have gone shopping everywhere. He was such a spendthrift. If he continued to spend like this, it wouldn't be long before his family fortune was all gone.