The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

The fierce quarrel came to an abrupt end with the sound of closing the door.

Song Zhi sat on the edge of the bed, his chest rising and falling.Not long after, someone knocked on the door again.

A middle-aged woman dressed as a servant walked in with dinner. In order to complete the task assigned by the householder, she had to watch Song Zhi finish eating everything she said.

But the latter really has no appetite now.

Under the other party's continuous requests, he reluctantly took the dinner and stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately.

But he couldn't eat.

He didn't sleep well at night. After waking up the next day, Song Zhi found that someone had put his clothes on the foot of the bed and folded them neatly.There was also his mobile phone on it, which made the clothes sink slightly.

Song Zhi called Chen Zhengrong.

When his sister-in-law called him back again, he put on his coat and walked out. Before leaving the bedroom, he didn't forget to turn up the collar of his coat.

After a night of recuperation, Song Zhi also walked more easily than yesterday, except for a little swelling and a feeling that it was difficult to walk, there was nothing serious.

As soon as he went out, he met someone he didn't want to see...

Fang Chengyan was sitting in the living room, as if he hadn't slept all night, his brows were haggard, and he was dressed in a suit, as if he was waiting for Song Zhi to wake up at any time and send him home.

"Xiao Zhi woke up?" Fang Changyun said.

From the corner of my eye, Fang Chengyan looked over.

Song Zhi pursed his lips: "Yes."

He slowly went down to the last step: "I ran to your house so abruptly and slept for two days, and I didn't even say hello. I'm really bothering you...I'll go back first..."

Fang Changyun: "You can live here as long as you want!"

"Why don't you have breakfast before leaving?"

Song Zhi declined: "My sister-in-law... has arrived at the door."

"Okay, come back often then."

Song Zhi nodded slightly, and walked out the door.

When passing in front of Fang Chengyan, the two of them avoided looking at each other without speaking.

He was sent to the gate by Fang Changyun all the way.

"Take care of your body in the future."

"Hey." Fang Changyun responded, wondering why these words sounded like a farewell.

Chen Zhengrong didn't intend to come to visit at first, but when she saw the old man escorting Song Zhi out, she also got out of the car and walked forward.

A dimpled smile appeared on her face: "What else are you giving!"

Song Zhi walked in the direction of the car, leaving behind the two who were about to chat.

Fang Changyun pointed at Song's sister-in-law: "What's wrong with this child?"

Chen Zhengrong looked back at Song Zhi's back, and smiled awkwardly: "It's nothing, it's still a family matter, and I have been refusing to go home these days."

"Oh... You should try to persuade him, he still has a long life to live, so he has to think about it, otherwise how will he live in the future?"

"You said so."

The two looked in his direction together - Song Zhi was already sitting in the passenger seat, closing the car door for himself.

Afterwards, Grandpa Fang Chengyan didn't know what to bring up, and he dragged his sister-in-law to talk at the door for a long time, which made her laugh non-stop, and waved her hand for a long time to refuse.

Mr. Fang put on a serious face to her again, and said in a tone that could not be refuted: "That's it!"

The car leaves in front of the villa.

Along the way, Song Zhi didn't say a word.

Chen Zhengrong looked at him sideways: "Haven't woken up yet? Why aren't you interested?"

Song Zhi didn't answer immediately, and after a long time, he said leisurely: "Sister-in-law, do you think it would be better for a tea house to open in Beijing, or in the south?"

"Why?" Chen Zhengrong felt strange, "Suddenly know that you miss home?"

"I thought you, a heartless little bastard, didn't know what it was like to be homesick."

"..."

Seeing that the other party was drooping and listless, the sister-in-law persuaded him: "Since your mind is wavering, why not just stay in Beijing and don't leave."

"Your parents and friends are here. Come back and find a better store. If there is an accident, someone can help. Isn't it better than being outside?"

"And their Fang family gave you a shopping mall back then." Chen Zhengrong had been thinking about this all the time, and she didn't forget to remind him: "Xiaozhi, listen to my sister-in-law."

"Sometimes you don't have to be so honest, how much is that? Who is so stupid as you, don't want it?"

"You sell the tea house, and then sell the facade that Fang Chengyan gave you in Qingyuan. He gave it to you. When you come back, find a place in Beijing to rent the tea house. The money will be enough for you to pay for a lifetime. rent..."

"..."

Song Zhi stopped talking, leaned his head against the car window, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

I thought my determination to go back to Qingyuan was firm enough, but when I stood at a fork in the road and faced a major decision, I still felt a sudden palpitation and chest tightness. I stopped and asked myself, is this really a good choice?

……

"Everyone is gone."

Fang Cheng really couldn't see it, Fang Chengyan said: "Change your clothes."

The man sat silently on the sofa without moving, only his Adam's apple slipped slightly.

Fang Sheng poked his head out of the window and saw the old man walking in the yard, so he leaned forward and whispered, "Song Zhi still asked his sister-in-law to pick him up..."

"I'm not talking about you. If you abduct people to the bed, you have to be responsible for making them happy, right?"

"No wonder you're so depressed that you start smoking. Don't you have a brain like this?"

"..."

Seeing that Fang Chengyan didn't intend to say anything.

Fang Sheng frowned.

This state of begging for a daughter-in-law is really embarrassing.

"You wait for people to calm down, and you have to work harder. Do you know how young people fall in love nowadays..." Fang Sheng has watched a lot of TV dramas these days, and said to him, "Your uncle, I can really support you twice." trick……"

Fang Chengyan stood up and took the car keys.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Fang Chengyan drove to the company and devoted himself to his work all day long.

Song Zhi is not having a good time here either.

After arriving home, he lay down sleepily on the sofa, raised his eyelids, glanced at the electronic clock on the TV, and realized that it was already the end of February.

This month has been like a dream...

False and pale, my memory is very vague, it seems that I am not living my own life...

He fell asleep dizzily, and when he woke up from the dream, he found that he was very hot all over.

Someone is knocking on the door.

The sound clicked slightly a few times, and then continued to ring.

Song Zhi called softly, "Who is it?"

Dragging his tired body, he went to open it.

It's Zhang Lingze.

The first second the other party saw him, a little embarrassment flashed across his face: "Xiaozhi."

Song Zhi glanced into the back room, his mother and sister-in-law were still at home.He didn't want to stay with Zhang Lingze any longer, so he leaned against the door frame and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Xiaozhi." Zhang Lingze called out again.

Song Zhi: "Speak quickly, save time."

Zhang Lingze: "I'm going to work."

Song Zhi nodded: "Yes."

"It's a good thing."

Zhang Lingze remained silent.

"What?" he asked, "Come here just to tell me this?"

"Well, let me tell you something." Zhang Lingze licked his lips: "I went to another place, and I found a small company employee to work in."

Song Zhi mouthed "Oh" silently, covering most of his body in the door frame, and didn't intend to let the other party enter the room.At this moment, his eyes suddenly turned to surprise, and he noticed that under Zhang Lingze's rolled up sleeves, the skin was covered with burn marks:

"What did you do with your arm?"

It looked like a bloody mess—

The black lines were washed away by countless small pits connected together, and the skin on the edge of the small pits was scalded into a white circle by the high temperature instantly, revealing the bloody tender flesh inside.

Even so, it can still be seen that a human head is roughly drawn in this piece, but the face is so densely beaten that no pattern can be seen clearly.

Song Zhi had never seen this tattoo before, only Zhang Lingze knew that it was tattooed after the breakup, when both of them were in pain.

He has already done it three times, and he needs to do it three more times to completely clean off the paint tattooed on his skin.

Fang Chengyan did not promise Zhang Lingze that his father would not lose his job.Not only that, but the other party also had full evidence of Zhang Ming's participation in the burial of the murder, which was enough to confirm the vile nature of his father's accomplice to the murder, and he could be imprisoned indefinitely.But Fang Chengyan used the tattoo removal as a lure, and only submitted some evidence. In the end, Zhang Ming was only sentenced to 20 years in prison.

When I get out of prison again, I will be 70 years old...

Fang Chengyan also called him a good name, giving him a chance to provide for his father's retirement.All the assets of Zhang Lingze's family were traced, and he didn't have any. He had to find a way to support himself first...

"What kind of pattern is the tattoo, such a big piece?"

Zhang Lingze's eyes were a little red, as if he had a lot of things to say to him: "..."

"Xiao Zhi." This might be the last time Zhang Lingze called him.

Song Zhi frowned: "..."

"After I'm gone, you should be happy. Don't be sad about things that are not your fault. It's not worth it." Zhang Lingze rolled down his sleeves.

Perhaps aware of something, Song Zhi withdrew his gaze and stopped talking.

The tattoo was rubbed according to the photo. 19-year-old Song Zhi smiled brightly at him on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea.

It is the age of youth and ignorance, and there are few conflicts that can really break the relationship in the school period, they are too good.But gradually, as a person grows up, he is faced with more and more problems and pressures. Zhang Lingze lacks the ability and courage to solve problems. What's more frightening is that he doesn't even have Song Zhi's bravery.

He didn't know how much the boy he had was loved by others, how precious he was in the eyes of others, and he failed the other party, so that in the end, a latecomer... forcibly peeled it off from his skin.

again and again.

The laser holes for tattoo removal are drilled, bringing the smell of burnt flesh and a burning sensation of sudden tightening.

Youth is over.

Only a bunch of small holes where flesh and blood stick together remain.

Song Zhi sent him away, and not long after, he realized that he really had a high fever, and his cheeks were extremely hot.

When I woke up yesterday, I was still holding my breath, and I just got off the ground and walked around, but now I am not so tense, and my mood is relaxed, so I feel even more uncomfortable all over.

He didn't dare to disturb his mother and sister-in-law, and there were still a lot of marks on his body that didn't go away...

Song Zhi slept all afternoon in a daze, and in the middle of the night, he braced himself up, went to the living room in the dark, and poured a glass of water.

And because of the severe nasal congestion, I opened the windows to ventilate.

In a blur of consciousness, he saw a black car parked downstairs, he didn't think much about it, and fell back to sleep.I didn't get up from the bed until it was dawn. The fever subsided by myself, but my head still hurt badly.

Song Zhi bought a train ticket for tomorrow, and he didn't plan to tell his parents. He left Beijing after seeing all the friends he should see.

He went to Song Xiang's grave first.

Facing the gray tombstone, his mind was full of the little things he had with Song Xiang since childhood.

Song Zhi burned a lot of paper.

Even though he didn't believe that the paper money could really fly into the hands of his elder brother, he still bought a bunch of fruits, flowers, and paper people and horses pulled by funeral vehicles, perhaps for psychological comfort.

Death is like life.

Burn it a tube first.

"I have to go." He said, "Brother, I probably won't come back to see you in the future."

The warm spring breeze blew over, brushing the broken hair on his forehead, as if giving a gentle response to the mourner.

Song Zhi then found Chen Baiyu again, went to the police station to meet Xiang Bin who was at work, and left after speaking.Finally, I flipped through the address book and found that there were really no friends I could contact. I swiped my finger up and down again, and only found Yao Shuqing:

[Shu Qing, I'm back to the south. ]

After finishing speaking, I felt strange again, and added: [It's nothing, I feel the need to tell you. ]

The other party replied quickly: [Then you don’t go home until the Chinese New Year? ]

She said: [Let's go out for dinner at night, the last blind date, you invited the foie gras, this time I will replace it. ]

Mother Song saw that Song Zhi was about to run out again at night, and asked, "Who are you looking for, remember to come back early."

Fearing that her youngest son would make another fuss and not come home, Liu Ruhui didn't dare to say a word of complaint and blame.

"I'm going to find Yao Shuqing."

Liu Ruhui was stunned.

After the case was closed, she was thinking about Song Zhi who was away from home every day, and she figured it out, and she would never push her younger son to do things he didn't like again.In the end, this child actually...

She was happy, Song Zhi had just walked away, and excitedly told her husband: "Xiaozhi went to find Qingqing."

"What are you looking for?"

Liu Ruhui hit him with her hand: "What do you think?"

Song Guoxiao turned up the volume of the small news broadcast, and saw his wife's eyes shining brightly, full of expectation: "I have to find someone who can control him... In two years, when things calm down...everything will be fine..."

The screen of the TV was switched back and forth, but the sound could not be heard clearly, Song Guoxiao let out a long sigh.

While the husband and wife were having dinner, Fang Sheng approached the door.

"Is Song Zhi at home?"

Liu Ruhui was puzzled, why did the youngest member of the Fang family come alone?Not following his grandfather?

She took a look and replied truthfully: "I went out, saying that I went to Jinmao Commercial Street to have dinner and watch a movie."

"...with friends?"

"Correct."

"so……"

"Understood." Fang Sheng understood, beckoning: "You eat first, I'm fine."

He put it in his trouser pocket, turned around and left.