eat meat every day

Meanwhile, the main house.

Dai Chang was put under house arrest, and he ate and drank well, but in the end he was depressed, and fell ill that night. Zou Yi saw him once. It was just a common cold, not serious, and he just needed to rest well.

Naturally, no one dares to disturb him now, and it can definitely be regarded as resting. However, he is procrastinating, neither sick nor bad, only showing no signs of recovery.

Song Yi hadn't seen him since that day when he was put under house arrest, and it had been two days, and he should have seen him once, so Song Yi carried the food box and walked in, and ordered him to wait half an hour later. As a bowl of hot medicine, he planned to personally supervise Dai Chang to drink it.

He entered the yard, the yard was extremely desolate, Dai Chang was not a leisurely and elegant person, the few flowers and plants were wiped out by him before venting his anger, and now there was only one bare willow tree in the yard.

As I said earlier, the owner of this house was originally surnamed Song. Song Yi accompanied his father a few times before he was not so incompetent. He vaguely remembered that the willow tree was thick and strong. After so many years, the willow tree grew bigger and bigger. Refined.

He touched the tree trunk with his hand, and as soon as he lowered his head, he saw a tree hole at the height of his waist. From there, it grew to the bottom of his feet, and the hole became bigger and bigger, forming a dustpan shape, almost Half the tree was hollowed out.

Song Yi touched the trunk of the tree and sighed, thinking that it would be a pity that he might not survive this spring.

He withdrew his hand and stepped into the wing.

At the door, there was a burst of crisp ping-pong bangs, followed by Dai Chang's scolding: "Get out!"

A servant made a low voice, but couldn't bear the patient's ruthlessness, and fled away amidst the crisp sound of smashing things.

The servant pursed his lips in grievance, and was about to go to the kitchen to get another meal, when he saw Song Yi standing quietly behind him, and immediately said to Song Yi as if he was about to receive an amnesty: "Mr. My master, people are not made of iron, how can they survive without food."

Song Yi didn't speak, just weighed the food box in his hand, and raised his chin again, the servant hurriedly opened the door for him, and saw him striding in.

With a muffled sound, it was Dai Chang who threw the pillow over.

"Didn't I tell you to go away?!"

Song Yi tilted his head slightly, avoiding the pillow, and said, "It's me."

Dai Chang froze, he lay on the couch, his five fingers clenched the brocade quilt tightly, his joints turned white, he saw Song Yi approaching step by step until he walked in front of him, he said: "What are you doing here?"

"Don't do anything." Song Yi didn't seem to be dealing with a serial murderer. He sat on the couch very relaxed and smiled, "Let's see if you have eaten and taken your medicine on time."

"so?"

"Obviously there are none." Song Yi smiled and opened the food box slightly: "The 'White Water Swimming Fish' that I owed you earlier is finally made today, eat it while it's hot."

Dai Chang stared at him for a while with a worried expression, and finally nodded stiffly, and relaxed under Song Yi's gentle gaze: "All right." Song Yi handed him a bowl and chopsticks, and he said to Song Yi : "Excuse me, get me a cushion."

Song Yi responded in a low voice, and the cushion was placed at Dai Chang's feet, and he leaned over to take it—before he said it, he felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, and his jaw was hit hard. fist!

Song Yi felt his entire mouth go numb on the spot, as if he bit his tongue in a panic, and a strong rusty smell pervaded the air. At that moment, another punch came.

This punch hit his eyes, and he tilted his head at the very moment and hit the brow bone, causing another sharp pain in the brow bone.

Song Yi closed one eye in pain, and the eyelashes that were open were trembling crazily. He saw that Dai Chang was rushing towards him, his eyes were red like a ghost, and Song Yi grabbed Dai Chang. The two hands holding onto his chest abruptly turned over by taking advantage of his size, and pinned Dai Chang under him.

Dai Chang arched his body and struggled violently like a live fish in a frying pan, but Song Yi's hands were like iron hoops!Clenching his hands tightly, his legs were pressed down like iron bars so that he couldn't move an inch. He stared wide-eyed at the person in front of him, his eyes wide open.

"you--"

As soon as he said a word, Song Yi unceremoniously punched him back.

"Song—"

Another punch.

Enduring the pain, Dai Chang took a deep breath to gather enough strength, and shouted regardless: "Song Yuzhi, my mother-in-law!"

Unexpectedly, the third punch didn't land. Song Yi looked at his face as calm as water, without any waves, and his tone of voice was even and steady: "My mother died a long time ago."

Dai Chang glanced at him, then suddenly raised his head and spat at him forcefully!

However, Song Yi reacted so quickly that he dodged it, and the spit fell back on Dai Chang, wetting his clothes, and Dai Chang was so angry that his teeth chattered; this appearance made Song Yi amused, and Song Yi smiled lightly. With a sound, he said, "What are you messing around with? It's time to eat."

Dai Chang said, "What are you doing here?"

"I'll come and see you, okay?"

Dai Chang answered irrelevantly; "Is that what makes you happy to see the tragic situation of the dead ghost?"

Song Yi frowned: "What?"

Dai Chang first glanced at him in disbelief, and then laughed lowly: "Now there are only two of us in the room, why are you pretending to be stupid? Who are you pretending to be?"

Song Yi frowned and said, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

The anger that was entrenched in Dai Chang's chest immediately jumped up, almost rushing out of his throat: "Can you show some face?! Don't you understand the matter of you eradicating dissidents and then pushing people's lives on me?! Wooden barrel You paid it back for me, it wasn't you who did it? Why, Mr. Song is so forgetful, so quickly forgot the bloody lives in his hands?"

Song Yi didn't speak for a moment, he was silent for about a stick of incense, and then replied: "I'm letting go, don't lose your temper, I'll add food for you."

Dai Chang pursed his lips tightly, Song Yi's eyes lingered on his face for a moment, then he released his hand cautiously, and was attacked by him as soon as he let go, but Song Yi was prepared and caught him immediately. He scratched his wrist, and just overturned the carefully prepared "white water swimming fish" soup in the struggle.

Dai Chang stared at him with sharp and sharp eyes, like a knife trying to skin him and cramp him, but before he could yell at him, Song Yi suddenly leaned over and held the broken porcelain piece in his hand.

He clenched it very hard, and almost at the same time, blood came out of his palm. Seeing his move, Dai Chang didn't know how to react for a while, and the curse words were stuck in his throat. After a while, he sneered and said: "what you do?"

Song Yi didn't speak, but silently stuffed the porcelain piece into Dai Chang's hand.

Dai Chang panicked, clenched his fists and twisted his body to escape, but he was already weak and sick, and the previous effort had already cost him a lot of energy, so he couldn't resist it anyway, and was caught Brutely parting his hands, Song Yi stuffed the porcelain piece into his palm, and as soon as he exerted force, hot blood gushed out from the palms of both of them.

Dai Chang frowned, his palms didn't hurt very much, what he hated and disgusted was Song Yi's attitude, that condescending attitude like a cat picking a mouse.

Song Yi, on the other hand, was numb from the pain and could only feel the warmth of blood. He leaned into Dai Chang's ear and said word by word: "You are fostered at your uncle's house and have a deep relationship with your cousin, right?"

Dai Chang shuddered.

Song Yi smiled: "She got married three years ago, and her husband is running a restaurant. The business is booming and her reputation is quite good, isn't it?"

Dai Chang turned his head to look at him, and he could clearly hear the sour and creaking sound of his neck turning.

Song Yi continued to speak unhurriedly: "I thought that you should understand some things if I don't say them. You eat obediently, recuperate obediently, and if you die, you will wait until the interrogation is over. Not only will I protect your cousin A family is so prosperous, and you can reverse the case for your father, erect a tomb for him, and I can even go to pay homage to him in person—is this business worthwhile?"

Dai Chang's eyes were wide open and he didn't dare to blink, his eyes were red, he was afraid that blood would ooze out if he blinked.

How could there be such a shameless person?

No matter how powerful Dai Chang is, omnipotent, and changeable, as long as he is pinched seven inches, he will not be able to turn over, not to mention that he is so incompetent, he thought he had accumulated enough strength, but in the end he Finding that the centipede is dead but not stiff, the gradually declining Song family is still far, far stronger than him.

Song Yi whispered in his ear, "Be sensible. Don't be like your father. It's good for us. You should have suffered enough."

Dai Chang closed his eyes tightly, thinking: "How can there be such a shameless person?"

How could he be blinded by that man and fall in love with him?Dai Chang wished he could wear it back and strangle himself to death.

But Song Yi was still in his ear, urging him in a soft voice: "How are you thinking?"

Dai Chang didn't answer right away, he pursed his lips tightly, but he knew that the answer had taken shape before he blurted out, some things were ethereal and light, while some things were dirty and heavy, he could say "no" and act dignifiedly martyrs, but what?

It's just hitting a stone with an egg.

After a while, he said hoarsely: "I agree."

Song Yi smiled and was about to open his mouth when he heard a knock on the door. He thought for a while that it should be the medicine that he ordered the kitchen to fry. After taking the medicine, he ordered to get the trauma medicine, and when he turned around, he saw that Dai Chang had already consciously picked up his rice bowl and started to eat.

Song Yi originally stewed the soup because he was afraid that he would find it too dry to eat, but now it seems that it is okay if the soup is overturned—Dai Chang was crying while cooking the rice—there was no sound, just tears, and the tears fell into the rice bowl. The bubbles are swollen.

After all, this is the person he likes. It can't be said that his heart hurts like a knife, but his heartache is definitely there. Song Yi touched Dai Chang's forehead, and seeing that he was still a little hot, and seeing that he had already eaten a big bowl, he knew Dai Chang's appetite was obviously [-]% full, but he was still eating unconsciously. Song Yi hurriedly pulled the rice bowl back from his hand.

Dai Chang's eyes were as red as blood, he didn't speak but looked at him indifferently, Song Yi didn't speak, just when the servants brought the wound medicine, he went to get it, carefully put the medicine on Dai Chang's palm, bandaged it, He coaxed him to drink up the medicine again.

Seeing Dai Chang frown, he weighed a piece of sour plum and put it to his lips: "Do you want to eat it?"

Dai Chang glanced at him and swallowed.

After taking the medicine, Song Yi tucked up the quilt for Dai Chang, gave detailed instructions, and completed a whole set of kung fu. Dai Chang didn't care, but she was moved to the point of tears, showing a warm smile, Go briskly.