Song Yuzhang

The patrol room was still the same, and when Song Yuzhang stepped on the steps, he realized that it had been a long time since he first came back to the patrol room. Come to collect the body.

Song Yuzhang stopped on the steps, Song Qiyuan hurried forward, seeing Song Yuzhang stopped, he hurriedly turned his head and said, "What's wrong?"

Song Yuzhang stepped on the gray-white stone steps, raised his head and said, "It's nothing."

The people in the patrol room are now except for the Nie family and they are not willing to let them in. They are afraid that Song Mingzhao will die in the patrol room and it will be difficult to explain. As for the Song family, as long as Dayang is taken in, they are still willing to let them go.

Song Qiyuan gave money, and he gave a lot, hoping that Song Yuzhang and Song Mingzhao could talk alone.

There were only three people present at the time. Song Qiyuan wanted Song Yuzhang to have a good talk with Song Mingzhao. Even if he asked why, he would be able to explain to the Nie family members, or there might be some misunderstanding, intentional murder or accident. The nature is also different. As Song Mingzhao's third brother, even if Song Mingzhao committed a capital crime, he must try his best to get him a hand. This is his responsibility as an elder brother.

Song Yuzhang entered the cell.

The cell was very dark and cold, and it was clear that the sun was shining brightly outside, but it was very humid here, and the ground was a bit sticky, and the leather shoes made a small sound of sticking when walking past.

The voice was too low to attract Song Mingzhao's attention in the corner.

Song Yuzhang stood at the door of the cell, looking at Song Mingzhao through the iron bars.

Song Mingzhao was a big, healthy man, and now he was huddled into a ball, and he didn't look conspicuous, almost blending into that dark corner.

Song Yuzhang stood for an unknown how long, and Song Mingzhao in the corner raised his head as if inspired.

The cell was very dark, and the faces of the people outside were almost invisible due to the backlight. Song Mingzhao identified them for a few seconds, and found that the person was neither Meng Tingjing, nor Song Qiyuan, nor the person from the patrol room.

It's Song Yuzhang.

Song Mingzhao froze completely in the corner.

Song Yuzhang also remained motionless outside the cell.

They looked at each other from a distance in the dark across the cage.

After committing the crime, Song Mingzhao has been numb until now. The biggest component of this numbness is self-evasion. Song Qiyuan thought he was crazy, but only he knew that he was not crazy, he just... was too tired to live.

Song Yuzhang looked at Song Mingzhao and still found it incredible.

He still couldn't believe that it was Song Mingzhao who shot that day.

In his eyes, Song Mingzhao is indeed a not-so-intelligent person, and at the same time, he is self-righteous and self-willed and brutally impulsive. He is a person who can hardly find any advantages. The only thing he can praise is that he is a little more peaceful than the rest of the brothers. up.

He has been very quiet recently, went to school peacefully, returned home peacefully, and then fired a gun.

"Fourth brother."

Song Yuzhang's voice was low and thin, and it fluttered in Song Mingzhao's ear. Song Mingzhao leaned back a little shyly while supporting the wall behind him.

"Since you're going to shoot, why don't you take some aim?"

Song Mingzhao lowered his head and became a silhouette in the darkness.

"Do you really hate me that much?"

Song Yuzhang's tone was very calm, without disappointment or resentment, Song Mingzhao stayed in the cell for so many days, but he didn't think about anything, he didn't reflect on his mistakes, no, he didn't even think about what he had done Song Qiyuan asked him why, but he didn't know why, as if something controlled him for a moment.

Perhaps his hands are not only mentally ill, but also mentally ill.

Now that Song Yuzhang was standing in front of him, he thought about it carefully.

"Don't hate."

"Don't hate, shoot me?"

Song Mingzhao was silent for a long time again, and suddenly, he said very tiredly: "I just don't know what to do."

He didn't want to question Song Yuzhang, didn't want to argue with Song Yuzhang anymore, didn't want to guess Song Yuzhang's thoughts, he didn't want to think about anything, he was really tired, anyway, he never did anything well, and it didn't matter.

Just this time, it was so ruthless that it seemed like a joke.

Song Mingzhao suddenly threw away his hand, and walked to the iron fence in a few steps.

Now, he finally saw Song Yuzhang's face clearly.

In fact, the first time he saw Song Yuzhang, he was a little frightened, thinking that this wild species is really good-looking, it is a scourge, and he must be careful, just be careful, he seems to be not careful.

Song Yuzhang's face was sickly pale, and Song Mingzhao seemed to remember everything in an instant. He looked at Song Yuzhang's shoulder, and the black coat pressed his shoulder, so he couldn't see anything.

In fact, Song Mingzhao only knows how to shoot, and his spear skills are not very good. Looking at Song Yuzhang's desk, he suddenly remembered that Song Yuzhang put a gun in it. He didn't think about what to do with the gun at the time, but just thought With that gun, he's a little stronger.

When he actually shot, he really didn't think about anything, he just instinctively wanted to fire that shot.

After the shot was fired, his hands went numb.

"You're injured." Song Mingzhao looked straight at Song Yuzhang's shoulder.

Song Yuzhang glanced at his right shoulder, "Yes, the bullet sent a piece of flesh flying."

"Will it leave a scar?"

Song Yuzhang paused and said, "Yes."

Song Mingzhao smiled, and pulled the corner of his mouth very hard, but tears rolled down his eyes, "I'm so happy."

Song Yuzhang looked at Song Mingzhao, and he found that Song Mingzhao's appearance seemed to be a little nervous. Is it his fault?Was he the one who forced Song Mingzhao into this?He just wanted to be a good song Yuzhang and a good pair of brothers with Song Mingzhao, so why did he push him to this point?

"Did you choose me because I was the stupidest and best at lying?" Song Mingzhao asked in a low voice.

"Do not."

"why?"

Song Yuzhang looked into Song Mingzhao's eyes, and he suddenly felt very heartbroken. This heartache was not for Song Mingzhao, but for many blurred silhouettes. He finally realized how cruel he was to those who loved him.

For those who love him, he is so unscrupulous, because it is easy to get, so he never thought of cherishing.

Not only that, the more he loves someone, the more eager he is to practice it, saying that it is to test the sincerity of this lover, but he himself has never loved someone wholeheartedly, so how can he ask others to do it for him? How is he mean?It's not another kind of weakness to ask someone who loves him to be cheap for him.Maybe he was really the one who was afraid to love.

Song Yuzhang stared at Song Mingzhao, and said slowly, "Because you love me."

Song Mingzhao looked at him blankly, with tears in his eyes, and said cautiously: "Really?"

"real."

"Then have you ever lied to me and used me?"

Song Mingzhao stared at Song Yuzhang with bated breath. He waited for Song Yuzhang to answer him, and pronounced on him whether he was a complete joke or not.

"Have."

Song Mingzhao closed his eyes, grabbed the iron bars with both hands, and leaned his forehead against the cold metal. He burst into tears and said incoherently, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I was wrong... I'm sorry..."

He said repeatedly, but Song Yuzhang held his hand. Song Mingzhao raised his face with tears streaming down his face. Song Yuzhang stared at him and said word by word: "You are wrong, and I am wrong too."

Song Mingzhao cried uncontrollably.

He knows that he is finished, his whole life is finished, but he doesn't regret it, because life is too tiring. When he was young, he wanted to chase his father's love, but he couldn't do it, even if he beat and scolded him. When he grows up, he wants to chase his brother's love. Love, the intrigue between the brothers never stops, and later Song Yuzhang came and gave him all the collection of love, but he was still tired, too tired to live after chasing people.

Song Mingzhao said: "Xiaoyu, I want to bite you."

Song Mingzhao bit Song Yuzhang's finger with great force, almost breaking his bones. Song Yuzhang didn't say a word, but endured silently. He thought to himself: "In the next life, let's be a pair of real brothers in the next life."

After Song Yuzhang came out, Song Qiyuan immediately stepped forward and asked him if he had asked anything, why Song Mingzhao shot, and whether it was intentional.

Song Yuzhang put his hands in his pockets, and said calmly: "The fourth brother shot at me."

Song Qiyuan was dumbfounded.

"Snow Screen just saved me."

Song Qiyuan was even more speechless.

Song Yuzhang looked at Song Qiyuan, "I should pay for their lives together."

Song Qiyuan recovered from his stupor, and said with a complicated expression: "Fifth..."

Song Yuzhang interrupted him, "You don't need to persuade me, I'm just saying that, I still regret my life."

There was no dispute about the shooting case. With the intervention of the Nie family, the police station and the court gave the green light, and everything went smoothly. Song Mingzhao was sentenced to death very quickly, and the execution was also very fast.

On the day of the execution, Song Yuzhang went.

He didn't see the living Song Mingzhao again, and he didn't show the execution scene to his family members. He only saw the dead Song Mingzhao. For some reason, he was very numb to Song Mingzhao's death, so numb that he felt chilling.

However, there was really no feeling, as if Song Mingzhao had already died.

Song Qiyuan collected Song Mingzhao's body, and the Nie family members were also outside the execution ground. From the expressions of Nie Yinbing and Nie Qingyun, Song Qiyuan understood that the matter was not over yet.

After the members of the Nie family left, Song Qiyuan asked Song Yuzhang, "About the bank..."

Song Yuzhang said: "Don't worry, I'll go back to the bank tomorrow."

Song Qiyuan looked at his face, and felt very disgusted with himself in his heart. His brother died, and he died in this way, but he had no choice. , turned this matter over abruptly.

Song Qiyuan left with Song Mingzhao's body. Before Song Yuzhang left, he was stopped by a stranger again.

"Are you Song Wuye?"

Song Yuzhang said: "Yes, you are?"

The man smiled, and stopped smiling immediately, "I... I was executed just now..."

Song Yuzhang understood, "What's the matter?"

"That's right, the prisoner asked me to leave you a last word before execution."

"what?"

The man scratched his head, "I told you to take a look at the telegraph in the study."

Telegraph?

Song Yuzhang suspected that Song Mingzhao might have left him a suicide note, and after giving the man some money, he asked the driver to take him back to the Song residence.

Since the shooting happened, he never went back to Song's residence. When he got out of the car, even the big white bird that usually ignored him flew over.

Song Yuzhang went upstairs and entered Song Zhenqiao's study according to Song Mingzhao's last words.

Song Zhenqiao's study room has not been cleaned for a long time. He went in and found the telegraph. The telegraph seemed to have been used. He checked it and found that there were indeed signs of new telegrams. After thinking about it, he typed I made a call to the telegraph office, and the people at the telegraph office said that there was indeed a telegram coming in, the time was the day of the shooting, and the place of transmission was England.

Song Yuzhang put down the phone, feeling like a cold lake was flowing through his heart.

He forgot, he completely forgot, "Song Yuzhang" is still alive.

He thought that he had shouldered a huge debt and got a turnaround, so all of this belonged to him. In a trance, he seemed to have forgotten that it started with a scam.

Regardless of whether the deception was successful or not, whether he was entrapped in reverse, it was indeed his deception that started it all.

Song Yuzhang was dizzy. He imagined that Song Mingzhao had accidentally received a telegram and realized that everything was a hoax... Song Yuzhang closed his eyes, not daring to think any further.

The driver was waiting downstairs. After waiting for less than half an hour, Song Yuzhang came down with a box in his hand.

The driver opened the car door for him, Song Yuzhang sat in, glanced at the dark green lawn outside the window, lowered his head and opened the box.

Inside the box was a half-new Madame Bovary and a small blood-red pigeon blood stone.

Song Yuzhang returned to Nie's house again. After he had been out for a long time, the wound on his shoulder was a little cracked, and his fingers were also stained with blood. He didn't want to deal with it, so he opened the Madame Bovary.

The novel is all in English, and he struggled to read it. He got up and went to Nie Xueping's desk to find an English dictionary. When he flipped his palm, a thin envelope fell out.

Song Yuzhang picked up the envelope, which was also in English.

Song Yuzhang knew the English above - this unsent letter was written to Oxford University, and the date was September [-]th.

Song Yuzhang thought for a while, and then figured out what day the letter was written on.

"...Study is also important...you can send a letter to Oxford and ask them to transfer your student status to Miyun University..."

Slowly stroking the envelope with the palm of his hand, the handwriting on it was correct and beautiful, Song Yuzhang suddenly closed his eyes, a teardrop fell from his eye socket, and hit the envelope with a "snap".

Both loved him, and both died.

But he is still alive.

Live like a jerk.

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