Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang's body has not fully recovered, and recuperating on the ship means drinking porridge. Facing the table full of delicacies from mountains and seas, he tastes them lightly, fearing that his stomach will not be able to bear it.

"Why don't you eat it?" It was the eldest brother of the Song family who was talking to him across the empty seat, "It doesn't suit your appetite?"

"No," Song Yuzhang said cautiously, "I have been drifting at sea for several days without any water or rice, and my stomach has not yet recovered. I am afraid that something will happen to these meaty entrances."

"It's because I didn't think carefully..."

As Song Jincheng spoke, he stopped abruptly.

It's not that he didn't think well, but he was too thoughtful. He deliberately wanted to embarrass the little brother who had escaped from death, pretending that he didn't know what happened, and treated him as a normal person, but he forgot for a while. The apology slipped out of his mouth and it was hard to take it back, Song Jincheng couldn't help feeling annoyed.

"It's okay," Song Yuzhang said gently, "I understand the kindness of brothers towards me," he raised the cup beside him, "I haven't seen you for many years, I'll drink water instead of wine, toast to my brothers."

The brothers of the Song family said that they were helping others, but what they actually wanted was to show them off. On the contrary, Song Yuzhang, who was embarrassed, became the most generous one in the audience.

Song Mingzhao saw that the two elder brothers raised their glasses, although he was not happy, he also raised his glasses.

After receiving this cup, the reception banquet ended hastily. Song Jincheng sent a servant to take Song Yuzhang to see the room, and he also left the dining table. As soon as Song Jincheng left, Song Yekang also got up, leaving alone a man in his belly Song Mingzhao, who was empty, sat in his seat, showing a bland and puzzled face, and immediately fell into a suspicious heart attack. He suspected that his two elder brothers were playing tricks on him, and they only tricked him into fighting against others, while they hid behind to watch the fun.

The one who led the way for Song Yuzhang was the little girl whom Song Mingzhao had asked a word about. The little girl walked briskly, with a shiny braid on her back and her tail tied with a bright red string. She was pretty and lively.

The Song family is surprisingly large, similar to a labyrinth. It looks like a huge palace from the outside. Song Yuzhang has seen photos of the White House in the newspapers. The Song family is such a similar building. It is very Western-style, with dark floors and crystal chandeliers everywhere. It can be seen that the exquisite ornaments and paintings that look like imported products.

Song Yuzhang lived in a small mansion when he was young. It is said to be a small mansion, but it is actually an apartment. There are three rooms in total, one for Little Cherry, one for him, and one utility room, where unused items and young children are piled up. Chunxing, the hall is not too big, generally speaking, it is more than the upper part than the lower part.

After leaving the mansion, Song Yuzhang and Chun Xing lived together for a period of time. They had no money with them, so they could only live with others, and the master and servant were squeezed into one room.

Then, Song Yuzhang made his home all over the world. When he never settled down, he stayed at most inns and hotels. There were shabby ones and luxurious ones. Facing the Song family like a giant palace, Song Yuzhang was both excited and looking forward to it, as if accepting When faced with a huge challenge, he was eager to try it, and an inexplicable fresh excitement rose in his heart.

Thinking about it this way, that little boy named "Brother Ting Jing" must also be the son of a wealthy man with a noble background. It is said that rich people are very shrewd, but sometimes, the richer the person, the more he will treat him. Judgment produces blind self-confidence, mistakenly believes that all the wealth one owns is exchanged for one's own wisdom, condescendingly looks down on ordinary people, and thus makes extremely simple fatal mistakes...

"Fifth Lord," the little girl stopped in front of a door, her face still blushing slightly, "this is your room."

Song Yuzhang looked at her, nodded while smiling, "Thank you, what's your name?"

"My name is Wan Lan."

"Good name."

Wan Lan seemed to be extremely shy, she didn't dare to look at Song Yuzhang, she just said that if Song Yuzhang lacked anything, just tell her.

Wan Lan closed the door, and Song Yuzhang stepped into the room. With a glance, he quickly judged that this room alone was several times larger than the small mansion he lived in when he was a child.

He stood at the door, gazing at the luxurious interior of the house, and objectively made a judgment on the situation in his heart—"Led the wolf into the house".

The lone wolf Song Yuzhang lay happily on the bed, and let out a long breath. At this time, his mind was still quite confused, and there were too many bad ideas. Several young masters were in front of him, so he didn't know it for a while. Who should strike first.

Tang Jin gave him a box of French currency, at least he could buy a house and a car, and they all fell into the sea. His heartache was so painful that he had to earn the box of money back.

The real young master Song was probably buried in that shipwreck. Song Yuzhang thought that the young master was really unlucky. He died before he could enjoy the glory and wealth of his life. It's a pity. Renyi, the young master died unjustly. He borrowed people's name to cheat their family's money. After all, he was wicked. He thought about accumulating virtue.

Putting his hands behind his head, Song Yuzhang stared at the crystal chandelier above his head in a daze, and thought: "Then burn some paper money for him!"

After lying down for a while, Song Yuzhang sat up and visited the room with great interest.

The room the Song family prepared for the fifth master was a suite, which was divided into four parts, the bedroom, the bathroom, the study room, and a cloakroom. The fashionable summer clothes, leather shoes, ties, and scarves were neatly prepared. Everything is available.

Song Yuzhang brushed these brand-new and beautiful clothes with his palm, thinking that the people of the Song family are really interesting, this is a young master and not a young lady, what to do with so many clothes, I'm afraid they won't be able to wear them all in one summer.

Those brothers, except for the third brother who didn't show up, the eldest brother, the second brother and the fourth brother, none of the three have a fuel-efficient lamp, and all of them have evil intentions, do you really think he can't see it?

Swinging his hand down, Song Yuzhang paced out and took another look at the study room. There were two large bookshelves in the study room, more than half of which had been filled. He took out a book at random. It was a collection of new poems. Which page did he turn to? Unable to get rid of the woman's thighs and red lips, Song Yuzhang took half a step back, looked through the entire bookcase, and found that most of the bookcases were covered with foreign characters.

Song Mingzhao said, "he" came back from England.

Song Yuzhang lowered his head and thought for a while. His spirit has really recovered now, and he immediately thought of the joke he said to Chen Hanmin on the boat.

When he woke up, Chen Hanmin was refreshed, obviously he was saved before him.

What will Chen Hanmin say after he is saved?That little flirt who wanted to have the words "foreign student" engraved on his face, no matter how flustered he was, he would never forget to mention that he was an international student.

"This is my friend Mr. Song. He just came back from England and is an overseas student like me."

Song Yuzhang smiled lowly, and covered his forehead with the collection of poems in his hand, almost overjoyed.

If this is not God's will, what else is God's will?

Song Yuzhang laughed for a long time, until he was dizzy from laughing, and stopped smiling. He opened the collection of poems in his hand, and relished the nonsense new poem in his hand.

The poet's words and sentences are graceful and obscene. At first glance, it seems to be nothing. After reading carefully, every word and every sentence seems to have profound meaning. Compared with a poet, he is more like a big hooligan. Song Yuzhang is very interesting to read. Go to the window.

Outside the window is the green lawn, which is almost flawless green, inlaid on the ground like a huge emerald. Song Yuzhang is not a young master who does not eat fireworks in the world, and he knows how much it costs to maintain such a beautiful lawn. It is extraordinary, maybe he should come to Haizhou earlier, this place is the real gold-selling cave.

While Song Yuzhang was meditating, there was movement on the lawn. A car was approaching not far away. It was different from the stable one that sent him over. It didn't look like it, and several times it ran from the snow-white road in the middle to the lawn beside the road, which made Song Yuzhang upstairs feel heartbroken watching it.

Seeing the posture of the servants surrounding him, Song Yuzhang didn't need to guess, he could roughly guess that the person who came should be Song Sanshao who hadn't shown up at the dinner just now.

These three young masters must be mavericks. Although they don't know why this "Song Yuzhang" was separated from his brothers when they were young, the four brothers should not have a good relationship with "Song Yuzhang", but the rest are at least bright. When they appeared, the three young masters didn't even show their faces, so it was conceivable that this person must be defiant.

Song Yuzhang hid upstairs and observed secretly. He saw that after the servant opened the car door, the man leaned forward. He was very tall, with extremely broad shoulders, and his hands were in his pockets. When he got out of the car, the curly hair on the top of his head fluttered in the wind. .

Song Yuzhang couldn't help laughing.

Unexpectedly, that Song Sanshao seemed to be very keen, suddenly raised his face, and shot his eyes accurately to the window on the third floor.

It was Song Yuzhang's room.

Song Yuzhang was caught by that distant gaze, but he didn't dodge it, and continued to look down at the situation downstairs calmly, holding a collection of poems in his hand.

The sun was dazzling, Song Sanshao could only cry against the wind, it was impossible to see anything.

After a while, Song Qiyuan really lowered his head and entered the house surrounded by a group of servants.

"Really?"

"Really," the servant affirmed, "too beautiful to be human."

Song Qiyuan laughed out loud, his curly hair swaying around his head, "Are you praising or scolding?"

The servant smiled, "Third Master, I have never read a book, and I can't speak with a stupid mouth, but what I said is true. If you don't believe me, you can ask others. We have never seen such a good-looking person. He really doesn't look like a human being." , like a fairy."

"Immortal, have you ever seen an immortal?" Song Qiyuan casually said as he walked up, "That little Yuxian from Xiaobailou?"

"Third Master, you are just joking, how can those people compare with Fifth Master..."

Song Qiyuan's footsteps were brisk, and laughter overflowed from his lips. He had always been unassuming to his servants, and his friend chatted like a chat: "Is there anything incomparable? Aren't they all human? There is no god in this world..."

As the stairs turned, someone was waiting for him at the corner. The young man was holding the stairs with one hand, and the other was hanging by his side. His complexion was not particularly good, and he was a bit sick. He stood condescendingly. Smile at him, that smile seems to be concrete, it turns into mist and hits people, and at the same time, it is accompanied by his sincere and beautiful voice - "Third Brother".

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"The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and Dad's appetite is getting worse and worse. After Lao Jiang returned to his hometown, I felt that Dad was thinner once I came here. Ting Jing, why don't you invite him back?"

"Sister, you misunderstood. It's not because he changed the cook, but because he took in a new concubine." Meng Tingjing smiled at Meng Sushan, "The old man can't handle it anymore."

Meng Sushan covered her lips with a handkerchief, her voice was low, she couldn't stand her brother's unrestrained speech, "Second brother, why do you say that about Dad?"

"I'm telling the truth."

"Then you have to persuade Dad."

"You should go," Meng Tingjing raised her feet, "I have nothing to say to him."

Meng Sushan sighed, bowed her head in silence for a while, then turned her face with a gentle smile, "I heard from your brother-in-law that you saved fifth brother, and I want to thank you for him."

"Ha," Meng Tingjing laughed, "You're welcome."

Meng Tingjing raised her head back, "How long do you plan to hide here?"

"Let's go tonight. The brothers will definitely have a talk when they meet, and they will also go to see their father-in-law. Let's talk about it at night."

Meng Tingjing stared at Meng Sushan. Meng Sushan and him are brothers and sisters of the same mother. They have a gentle temperament and almost never get angry. Their lifelong wish is to be a good wife and mother, and they have always been obedient to their husbands. Sometimes Meng Tingjing thinks that Song Jincheng is not being honest with such a good wife, and that it is not decent to build two small mansions outside, and sometimes thinks that with Meng Sushan's temperament, she really can't control Song Jincheng anyway.

When they were reunited, she consciously went out of the house, for fear that it would be inconvenient for her as an outsider to be at home, or because she knew that her husband did not welcome this brother from outside, and she didn't want to embarrass him in front of her... In short, Meng Sushan is a A considerate and good wife, and Song Jincheng is a bastard.

Thinking about it this way, Meng Tingjing didn't even feel guilty about messing things up. He said to Meng Sushan, "Let's stay for dinner."

"I'll wait and see."

"Stay," Meng Tingjing said firmly, "I'll let the kitchen cook some of your favorite dishes."

Meng Sushan smiled softly, "Then listen to you."

Whether it is her father, her husband, or her younger brother, Meng Sushan is always unable to refuse their requests.

After lunch, Meng Sushan said that she would go to Zhongyuetang to see a doctor.

Meng Tingjing frowned, "Still taking medicine?"

"Ah."

"Isn't it Song Jincheng's problem?"

"Taking that medicine can also regulate the body, it's not bad."

Meng Sushan tidied up her small handbag, and smiled at Meng Tingjing, "I took the medicine and felt that I slept better at night than before. Do you think my complexion is much better?"

Meng Tingjing snorted coldly in his heart, but in the end he didn't say anything too harsh, "I'll see you off."

"No, you have so many things at the dock."

"On the way."

After putting Meng Sushan down in Zhongyue Hall, Meng Tingjing directed the vehicle to the police station.

With such a big incident on the Peony, there are still many aftermath matters waiting for him to deal with.

When he thought of the Peony, he thought of Song Yuzhang again.

Just think of it simply, without the slightest emotion.

Meng Tingjing thought expressionlessly, "That guy is so beautiful."

At this time, Song Qiyuan's thinking was at least [-]% similar to Meng Tingjing's.

"It's so beautiful," Song Qiyuan called it in his heart—"This is a counterfeit."