Chunyin

"Do you want me, or sister Yao?"

This is really... I looked at this Shen Zhuyun, and my heart ached—his words were close to confession, he actually humbly asked Song Zhuo to choose between him and a prostitute.

Song Zhuo was confused by him: "Third Brother and Sister Yao? Why do you ask like that?"

Shen Zhuyun said: "This is the same principle as when I chose not to invite Sister Yao, but came to relieve your anger myself."

Speaking of this, Song Zhuo finally realized that Shen Zhuyun was different from the past, and for a moment, he seemed to be a little frightened, and let go of Shen Zhuyun's hand—the moment he let go, my heart probably felt the same. Shen Zhuyun's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"Third brother, what do you mean..."

Shen Zhuyun leaned against the head of the bed, smiled wryly and said, "Why don't you ask this... Yanqing, if I was drugged that day, would you help me?"

"Of course I would—"

"Would you ask Sister Yao to help me?" Shen Zhuyun asked.

"I..." Song Zhuo was speechless.

Song Zhuo didn't know why the topic got entangled here.But Shen Zhuyun did hit his point, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds to ask Sister Yao to help, he used this to vent his drug, and Sister Yao was experienced, so she would definitely not be injured.Song Zhuo thought so in his heart, but he clearly knew that this was not what Shen Zhuyun wanted to hear, Shen Zhuyun wanted to hear that he was willing to help him personally.

Why?What good is this?

I also want to ask why?Why can't Song Zhuo understand such clear words!Is the paste in the head?

Song Zhuo hesitated for a while, then said, "I've never thought about this question..."

A white lie.

Shen Zhuyun looked at him for a while, and finally seemed to give up, no longer making things difficult for him, he said: "I know." Then he smiled and said, "If brother Zhuo has figured it out, remember to tell me."

Song Zhuo wanted to say something else, but Shen Zhuyun had already closed his eyes, and issued a silent order to chase away the guests.

For the next few days Song Zhuo was very disappointed and at a loss.Although he is stupid, he is not so stupid that he knows nothing.Shen Zhuyun said that, he was stunned by the question in the room and didn't realize it, so he went back and thought about it all night, and of course he figured it out.It's a pity that although he figured out what Shen Zhuyun meant, he didn't figure out why Shen Zhuyun was interested in him.The two had indeed loved each other since they were young, but he had always regarded Shen Zhuyun as his elder brother, and he also thought that Shen Zhuyun regarded him as his younger brother. Unexpectedly, suddenly, his third brother would not be his third brother, but Be his, his... so what!

Why is it happening like that?

Shen Zhuyun wanted him to think clearly and tell him, but how could he think clearly?

Song Zhuo couldn't figure it out clearly, and he didn't know how to deal with this fistfight, so he ran away if he couldn't solve it. He left a text message, and then ran to the south of Sichuan with a bunch of goods.

Song Zhuo's horse-drawn carriage convoy kicked up dust and sand outside the city gate, and went away far away.I looked at the back and sighed a long time under the city—it was a crime.

Shen Zhuyun did not open the letter left by Song Zhuo.He didn't respond when he learned that Song Zhuo had left without saying goodbye. The servant presented a letter, and he accepted it, then locked it in the drawer and said, "I see."

The servant hesitated to speak, saying that the young master has been tossing and turning in the past few days, restless sleeping and eating...

Shen Zhuyun said: "There's no need to talk. He will tell me himself."

Song Zhuoyi went there for half a year, and only returned to Shicheng County at the end of the year.After entering the city, he asked the coachman to drive back first, and he stopped to drink tea at a tea stall by the side of the road, and then heard about a major event in the city from the tea shoppers——Guo Huaimin, a wealthy businessman in Shicheng County, died, and the trees fell and the monkeys scattered Ah, not to mention that the family wealth is gone, even the old house of the Guo family that has been handed down for hundreds of years has changed hands. Now the old and young Guo family are living on the streets, it is really miserable.

Song Zhuo was listening, unable to believe it, and interrupted to ask, "Businessman Guo? He's dead? How could this happen?"

The tea guest also felt that it was really strange that the Guo family's fortunes had fallen to this point in just half a year, and sighed: "I am also surprised! However, the fate of the Guo family's fortunes has fallen, while the fortune of the Shenjiazhuang in Mingquan Mountain is in full swing——The Guo family's house is now in full swing." Now it was sold to him. The Guo family is in ruins, and this Mr. Shen is probably contributing to the flames."

Mingquan Mountain?The house Song Zhuo bought was at the foot of Mingquan Mountain.

Then Mr. Shen is... Song Zhuo gave a shock, took a few copper coins and then slapped his horse away.

Back home, Shen Zhuyun was not there, asked where he had been, and said he had gone to the sheriff's mansion, and asked what he was doing, and replied that he didn't know, the young master often went.Song Zhuo waited for two quarters, but couldn't wait, untied his horse and rushed to the governor's mansion.

From a distance, he could see the smiling person being sent out by the sheriff.Song Zhuo went immediately and stopped in front of the yamen.When Shen Zhuyun saw him, he was stunned for a moment, and then introduced him to the Sheriff of Shicheng without changing his expression, and said: "This is Song Yanqing, Song Gongzi, and I am from the same village as you."

Song Zhuo listened with prickly ears, he was like a fellow countryman.

After exchanging greetings, Song Zhuo's horse was tied to the back of Shen Zhuyun's carriage, he got into the carriage, and Shen Zhuyun sat quietly inside.

Song Zhuo sat down next to him, and was about to ask about Guo Huaimin aggressively, but Shen Zhuo skipped the greetings, picked up the words from half a year ago, and said, "Didn't Brother Zhuo dare not see me? Why? Did you find me in the yamen again today?"

When Shen Zhuyun asked such a question, Song Zhuo became dumbfounded.

Song Zhuoli Qu was poor at words, and said dryly, "I'm not..."

Shen Zhuyun turned his eyes sideways and glanced at him.

Song Zhuo shut up.Shen Zhuyun knew him better than his parents, and he could tell what kind of medicine he was selling in the blink of an eye, not to mention that he left without saying goodbye, and it was strange that his defense was useful.

Shen Zhuyun then closed his eyes and meditated and stopped talking. Song Zhuo looked at his face and hesitated to speak for a few times, but finally did not speak.

The carriage bumped on the road, the carriage shook, and the bodies of the two people were touching each other from time to time.This was nothing in the past. On the way to Dali, the two slept together in the same pillow and didn't know how much it was.But at this time Song Zhuo gave way to the side, subconsciously trying to avoid it.

As soon as he moved, Shen Zhuyun opened his eyes.

"It's been half a year, it's long enough." Shen Zhuyun's faint voice sounded in the carriage.

The curtains in front of the car fluttered in the wind, and at dusk, the dim red sunset came in through the gaps in the curtains from time to time, swaying and disappearing from time to time.Shen Zhuyun withdrew his gaze from the ambiguous light, turned to look at the young man beside him, and asked, "Brother Zhuo, have you figured it out?"