Song Yuzhang

The car was silent, Song Yuzhang said: "Mr. Nie, just say what you have to say."

Nie Xueping asked, "Where is this going?"

"Back to the bank."

Nie Xueping was silent for a moment, and said, "Can I go to a place where I can talk?"

Song Yuzhang was also silent, thinking that he couldn't escape even if he wanted to, so it's better to cut the words clearly, so he said to the driver: "Go home."

The gate of the Song residence opened slowly, the Song family's car entered the Song residence, and the Nie family's car followed.

Song Yuzhang took Nie Xueping into the hall, and invited Nie Xueping to sit first as he was entertaining guests, and then asked the servants to make tea.

Nie Xueping sat down, while Song Yuzhang was still standing.

"Sit down," Nie Xueping said slowly, "Standing is tiring."

Song Yuzhang looked back at him with his hands on the table.

Nie Xueping looked gentle, with a faint smile on her face, as if nothing had changed between the two of them.

Song Yuzhang liked his indifferent and calm attitude, which made him feel very comfortable and relaxed.

The servant brought tea.

The teacup was put down, and the aroma wafted away. Nie Xueping's eyes fell on the dark tea soup, and her expression softened again.

It was only then that Song Yuzhang realized that the tea the servant had brewed was the same pot that Nie Xueping had given him.

Song Yuzhang was a little dumb, sat down on Nie Xueping's side, and laughed at himself: "I borrowed flowers to present Buddha, and I sent them back."

Nie Xueping said, "It's nothing."

Song Yuzhang picked up the tea and took a sip. The tea was very fragrant and had a long aftertaste. It was indeed a rare good tea with a rare heart.

That being the case, it should not be let down.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, Song Yuzhang said: "Mr. Nie, just say what you have to say."

Nie Xueping was silent for a while again. After a long time, he said in a sad tone, "I don't seem to know where to start."

Song Yuzhang rested his arms on the sofa, bowed his head and smiled, "Yeah, I don't know where to start."

I don't know when I started to have a good impression of the other party. From Song Yuzhang's point of view, the good feeling may not be pure, but it is indeed good.

The upright and handsome father was holding Lingxiu's lovely son. Song Yuzhang actually liked the scene he saw when he looked back.

Bowl.

It is also a touch of beauty to meet each other by chance, pass by, and stay in my heart, maybe this is enough.

It's just that later this goodwill was mixed with too many considerations of interests. With Song Yuzhang, he dared not say that he really had a clear conscience.

He hoped that Nie Xueping would do the same.

It is also appropriate for two people who are coerced by interests to separate.

I'm just afraid, he's not sincere, but the others really put their heart and soul into it.

In the long silence, Nie Xueping looked at Song Yuzhang.

It is said that the color is good, and it is love at first sight. If you really just love the color, will it gradually fade away after a few years?

Nie Xueping didn't dare to say that she would never change her love for Song Yuzhang, but she didn't know whether she would really feel relieved over time, but just based on her current mood, he couldn't be sure whether he would forget it, just like he thought it was just A glimpse of it made my heart skip a beat, who would have thought that it would be as out of control as it is now?

Nie Xueping said warmly: "Yuzhang, are you really tired?"

"Yes."

Song Yuzhang answered quickly, and Nie Xueping didn't feel nervous waiting for the answer, but the sharp cut still hurt.

In fact, it is already very shameful to ask questions. At the beginning, it was agreed to get together and leave. He is 12 years older than Song Yuzhang. He should have an older appearance, and he should let go gracefully. On the colored tea, he couldn't see whether his face was still calm, and said in a soft voice: "Is there really no possibility of redemption?"

Song Yuzhang didn't look at him all the time. He thought that with Nie Xueping's identity and usual style, it was enough for this sake, but he never expected that Nie Xueping would continue to question him.

Nie Xueping stared at Song Yuzhang, and continued uncontrollably, "Why don't you talk?"

Song Yuzhang put down the teacup.

The teacup slammed on the table, and the tea swayed slightly. Song Yuzhang stood up, turned his back to Nie Xueping, and his tone was very peaceful.

"Mr. Nie, we are done... from now on, we will only be business partners. I am sorry for you. If you want to blame me, or want any compensation, just mention it. I will also do my best to be the chairman of the chamber of commerce at the end of the year." Support you."

Nie Xueping behind him remained silent for a long time. Song Yuzhang heard the sound of a tea cup falling on the table. After a while, he felt the temperature behind him approaching, and his shoulders were gently touched by his arms. Nie Xueping turned him to face him. Song Yuzhang's eyes His eyelashes drooped, slightly avoiding his gaze.

"Yuzhang, look at me."

Song Yuzhang still lowered his eyelashes.

Nie Xueping lowered her head slightly, "You have a problem, don't you?"

"What is it? What are you worried about?" Nie Xueping said warmly, "Or am I putting pressure on you?"

Song Yuzhang pulled his hand away, took half a step back and looked directly at Nie Xueping, "Mr. Nie, you think too well of me. I told you earlier that I am not sure. In fact, Mr. Nie, you don't have to think too much about us. Take the relationship between the two of you seriously, as if you had a romantic relationship for a few nights, and now that the sun is rising, this relationship should naturally disappear."

Nie Xueping looked at Song Yuzhang steadfastly, and the gentle look on his face that he kept almost all the time faded away. He stepped forward, drawing the distance between them extremely close, facing each other, with their feet touching each other. Embedded.

Nie Xueping looked deeply into Song Yuzhang's eyes.

"I won't let you talk about our relationship like that."

This was the first time Song Yuzhang heard Nie Xueping speak to him in such a harsh tone.

"Yuzhang, I love you."

"We haven't known each other for a long time. I am 12 years older than you. There are too many inappropriate places between us, but Yuzhang, I love you."

"Maybe you don't really love me," Nie Xueping smiled faintly, holding Song Yuzhang's face with one hand, "It doesn't matter, you are a child, and you have the right to be willful."

"Just don't lie to yourself, Yuzhang, answer me seriously, is it really because you are tired that you want to separate from me?"

Song Yuzhang looked at himself in Nie Xueping's eyes, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Nie, if we can't make it to the end, is it really that important when and why we separate?"

Song Yuzhang turned his face away, escaped from Nie Xueping's palm, and took a few steps back.

"Mr. Nie, I know you love me, and I don't deny that I still love you, but is it really necessary to toss this little love and then separate, is this a good ending?"

Song Yuzhang put one hand in his pocket, looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, his profile was soft, but there was a trace of coldness, "At that time, maybe you will be even more sad."

Nie Xueping said behind him: "Are you afraid of hurting me?"

"It can be said like this."

"Yuzhang, you underestimate me."

Song Yuzhang pondered for a moment, and said: "Since this is the case, it means that Mr. Nie, your feelings for me are not as deep as you imagined. Deep feelings are very hurtful."

"What about you?" Nie Xueping wanted to take a step forward, but she was afraid that Song Yuzhang would continue to run away after taking the step, "Are you not sad at all when you parted from me?"

Song Yuzhang stared at the dark green lawn outside the window, and said in a low voice, "Sad."

He turned his face back with a gentle expression on his face, "But Xueping," he said with a sigh, "that's all."

The sun shines on Song Yuzhang's face through the window. His cheeks are white and soft, his eyes are dark without any mottled color, and the pupils are shining with compelling brilliance. His face is handsome and soft, with a naturally affectionate face.

At this moment, Nie Xueping seemed to have only slightly touched some of Song Yuzhang's true colors.

Not a 20-year-old boy who is as beautiful as a flower, but a more ruthless and decisive part.

Nie Xueping stepped forward, he walked in front of Song Yuzhang, staring at his eyes, Song Yuzhang's eyes were clear and beautiful, half covered by curly eyelashes, almost like a doll.

Nie Xueping stretched out his hand, and he held Song Yuzhang's hand and raised it to his lips. With his lips against the back of Song Yuzhang's hand, he said in a low voice, "If I say, I'm willing to give you a chance to hurt me?" The short and dense eyelashes raised From then on, Nie Xueping looked into Song Yuzhang's eyes again, and he was determined to walk into these eyes, "Yuzhang, are you willing?"

Song Mingzhao was in a daze in Song Zhenqiao's study.

Song Zhenqiao's study remained almost as it was, with remnants of Song Zhenqiao everywhere, and of course Song Mingzhao's own memories.

Before he was five years old, he often went to Song Zhenqiao's study. Song Zhenqiao would check his homework, and hit his palms with a ruler if he didn't do well.

Song Mingzhao's temperament is a bit delicate, and he would cry loudly when he was beaten. The more he cried, the harder Song Zhenqiao struck.

For the youngest son, Song Zhenqiao has no loving heart at all, and resents Song Mingzhao's birth for taking away his wife - if only Song Mingzhao was smarter, it would be fine, but he is so stupid and delicate!

Song Mingzhao's days of being beaten came to an abrupt end when he was six years old.

Song Zhenqiao gave up on him.

At first, Song Mingzhao was happier that he didn't have to do his homework and didn't have to be beaten. It was only later that he realized that total disregard was more terrifying than harsh discipline.

He was a real foundling, abandoned by both his dead mother and his living father.

Song Mingzhao curled up under Song Zhenqiao's desk. He felt that he was about to have a mental problem. There was a professor in their school who had a mental problem and was sent to the madhouse. died.

Song Mingzhao shivered.

Still, he thought, he had to see a doctor.

Pressing his numb left hand on the stool, Song Mingzhao slowly stood up, and he thought again: "They can't even cure my hands, how can they cure my spirit? If the mental problems are cured well, how can I still recover?" Will there be a madhouse?"

Song Mingzhao thought for a while, then stared blankly for a while, his eyes glanced at Song Zhenqiao's desk, where there were pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and the pen was leaning against the ink bottle.

He suddenly missed Song Zhenqiao.

Miss Song Zhenqiao who beat him and scolded him.

At least at that time Song Zhenqiao really had expectations for him, and Song Zhenqiao really loved him.

Why did Song Yuzhang suddenly stop loving him?

Did he stay away from him because he found out that his love had changed?

Song Mingzhao shivered while holding the cold pen.

"...It's all my fault."

Song Mingzhao murmured and put down the pen, his hand brushed over the radio on the table, and flicked the switch lightly, the radio was filled with disorganized noises, Song Mingzhao didn't turn off the radio, and his fingers slipped to the telegraph beside him— —Then he found a telegram that had just been sent from England two days ago, and Song Mingzhao picked up that telegram unconsciously.

The telegram is in English.

"Dearfather..."

Song Mingzhao read the telegram from beginning to end.

Read it five times.

The sound of a car driving in outside the window interrupted the sixth time.

Song Mingzhao moved to the window. He watched Song Yuzhang get out of the car, and then Nie Xueping followed. A few people got out of the Nie family's car, but Nie Xueping waved his hand and stopped them.

Song Mingzhao held the telegram in his hand. He stared at the telegram and thought to himself: "I must really have a mental problem. Xiaoyu is clearly here. How could I still receive his telegram from England?"

He said that his leg had almost recovered, and asked him how his poor father, who was seriously ill, was doing now.He hadn't heard from his father for a long time, and he was a little worried.

Song Yuzhang's legs have always been fine.

Father?Father is long dead.

Song Mingzhao put the telegram in his arms, his ears were in confusion.

"He is not Xiaoyu, he is a liar... No, he is Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu is a liar... It turns out that what the elder brother and the second brother said is correct. He lied to the elder brother, the second brother, the third brother, and me... Why did he lie? I... because I'm the stupidest, the stupidest, and the best at lying..."

Song Mingzhao stumbled out of Song Zhenqiao's study, and floated into Song Yuzhang's room like a wandering soul.

There was no one in the room, the big bed was made neatly, and there was a lamp beside the bed, everything was so familiar yet so strange.

He had been so close to him before.

But later, he didn't want him anymore, leaving him to suffer alone.

"If he's really a liar...he knows I'm not his brother..."

Song Mingzhao shivered, and slowly looked around the room.

Song Mingzhao staggered downstairs and stopped at the corner of the stairs.

"...I know you love me, I don't deny that I still love you..."

Afterwards, Song Mingzhao couldn't hear clearly, and there was a sharp tinnitus in his ears, and a very strong voice said loudly in the tinnitus: "Meng Tingjing, Nie Xueping, these people can, but you can't, not because of you It’s brother, it’s because he doesn’t like you, this trash—just to play with you!”

Song Mingzhao closed his eyes in pain.

No, he is not trash.

He is not trash.

"Yuzhang, promise me."

Song Yuzhang's heart fluttered, but how could he agree to such a masochistic request?

He slowly withdrew his hand, and seeing the two people holding hands that were slowly separating, Song Yuzhang thought to himself: "Let's stop here."

Nie Xueping was still watching him, with a rare and blunt hint of sadness in her sight, but that breath passed for a moment, and then changed slightly.

Song Yuzhang was thrown to the ground without warning.

"Bam—"

There was a loud noise in the ear, and the back of the head hit the floor heavily, and the pain spread all over the body in an instant. In a burst of severe pain, Song Yuzhang vaguely seemed to see someone standing on the stairs not far away.

The pungent smell of blood rushed into his nostrils, and Song Yuzhang instinctively raised his face.

Nie Xueping's face was leaning against his forehead, drooping slightly, her short and dense eyelashes covered those gentle and tolerant eyes, Song Yuzhang's lips moved slightly, "Xueping?"

The sound of footsteps rushed in from outside.

"Mr. Nie!"

In the panicked voice, countless hands raised Nie Xueping's tall body. Song Yuzhang lay on the ground and looked up. The moment of pulling up became very long, so long that he could clearly and clearly see the piece of Nie Xueping's chest... ...the blood mist that filled the air.