Song Yuzhang

The sky was gloomy, the roads were not easy to walk, the car was driving hard, staggered like drunk, and bumped vigorously. Song Yuzhang swayed in the car, and his long legs and long arms were a burden in the narrow compartment. bump.

The car window was knocked twice unexpectedly.

Song Yuzhang turned his head and saw a brown and strong horse. He rolled down the window, and looked down at him with a cold and handsome face, "It's uncomfortable to ride in the car, come out and ride the horse."

Song Yuzhang shook his head, his inner thigh hurts a bit, he can't ride a horse, he would rather be a tumbler in the car.

Nie Yinbing followed the cart on horseback. After a while, he slowly said, "Go back."

Song Yuzhang felt the refreshing winter air through the car window, "There is nothing wrong with the bank now, and the interest settlement at the end of the year has been completed, and it will not be a problem to come out for a while."

Nie Yinbing rolled the reins of the horse with his hands, his face was expressionless, but in fact he was very tormented and embarrassed.

He would accept Song Yuzhang's request if he could. Song Yuzhang wanted to accompany him to take this risk, but he was absolutely unwilling, but he didn't know how to refuse.

He was ruthless to Song Yuzhang only once, and he didn't surrender him. Instead, he lost more than half a year of Song Yuzhang's time. It's better to follow Song Yuzhang all the time, at least the two of them had a good time talking and laughing.

Song Yuzhang knew about Nie Yinbing's embarrassment, but no one understood his embarrassment, neither Nie Yinbing nor Meng Tingjing.

He doesn't blame them.

It is the hardest thing in the world for one person to understand another person.

The Nie family cannot fall, and Nie Yinbing cannot die. These are not for Nie Xueping, but for himself.

When a person is alive, he has to do some things. If he doesn't do it, he is not him.

The winter morning was like mist, and the convoy was surrounded by gray fog, which made the entire column of horses and carts decorated with cold and terrifying. The convoy was silent, and Song Yuzhang was drowsy in the rickety car, His eyelashes were half-opened and half-closed, and he was about to fall asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the car window was knocked on again.

Nie Yinbing leaned on the horse, the grass-colored woolen cloak poured down behind him, and a pair of clear and bright eyes were pressed under the brim of the hat. This time he didn't even say a word, his eyes showed That's what I mean - let Song Yuzhang go back.

Song Yuzhang smiled at him as a response.

Nie Yinbing straightened up silently.

The danger of this trip is self-evident. Nie Yinbing can take his own life, but he can't tie Song Yuzhang's life to himself. If the bandits are like Song Yuzhang, he won't even be willing to kill them .

The wind was blowing in bursts, not too strong, and the tail of the cloak was lightly curled. There were only the sound of horses' hoofs and wheels in the whole team. The sound of the wind was almost ominous. It was getting tighter and tighter, and he couldn't go on any longer. When he was about to raise his hand to call for a stop, the guard behind him came on a fast horse.

"Second Master, there are people chasing after you."

"Back?"

"Like the direction of Haizhou."

Nie Yinbing turned his horse's head, patted his horse and came to the end of the team. He checked the lens tube to see that someone was chasing after him. The dust was billowing, and the black mist came violently. They were not far from their team. The cart and the horse, the wagon is heavy, and it moves very slowly. It must be overtaken in a few minutes.

Nie Yinbing raised his hand, "Tell them to stop."

The sentinel guards rode horses and waved the flags in their hands in the front and rear convoys, "Stop-stop-"

Song Yuzhang's car stopped after driving slowly. Song Yuzhang was sitting in the car, followed by him, his eyelashes still half closed.

What was chasing was a cavalry team, and Nie Yinbing recognized the leader as soon as he got closer.

Meng Tingjing was still in black robe and black gauze, and he grabbed the rein with both hands and pulled it aggressively to the side. He led his men to chase at full speed, the road was difficult, and the horse suffered. He was exhausted, and so was Meng Tingjing, who opened his mouth with a puff of white smoke, and stared at Nie Yinbing like an arrow, "Where are the others?"

Nie Yinbing looked at him quietly without answering.

"Song Yuzhang—"

Meng Tingjing reined in his horse and shouted towards the convoy.

"Song Yuzhang," Meng Tingjing yelled, and the second yell became smoother, "Come out for me—"

Nie Yinbing remained motionless and didn't respond until Meng Tingjing rode his horse into the convoy before stopping him with his own horse.

"Get out of the way."

Meng Tingjing was furious, looking at Nie Yinbing's face turned his appetite off, although Nie Yinbing had no similarities with Nie Xueping, but now whenever he sees someone with the surname Nie, he wants to cut someone in half with a knife. .

Nie Yinbing ignored him and just stopped him silently.

The two horses were very spiritual, and they seemed to be fighting each other, neighing and showing each other's teeth.

The vast convoy was submerged in the morning mist, Meng Tingjing was anxious and didn't care about entanglement with Nie Yinbing, so he drew a gun from his waist and fired a shot into the air.

The long convoy became commotion when they heard the gunfire, and Nie Yinbing raised his hand again to show that there was no need to panic.

Meng Tingjing stared at the convoy sharply, as if he wanted to use his eyes to penetrate the fog and catch Song Yuzhang out of it!

A car in the middle of the line did not live up to Meng Tingjing's expectations, and the door was pushed open from inside.

As soon as the legs came out, Meng Tingjing could recognize Song Yuzhang halfway across the team.

His heart was agitated, and he instinctively patted the horse over. The speed was so fast that Nie Yinbing couldn't even react, so he could only pat the horse and followed.

When Song Yuzhang got out of the car, Meng Tingjing had already come to him in the wind. The horse's hooves splashed dust, and his trousers were covered with dust.

When Meng Tingjing saw the real person, his beating heart slowly returned to his chest.

Song Yuzhang had "died" in front of him, and he fished it back from the sea. As long as he went there two days later, Song Yuzhang might have died to feed the fish.

The people he rescued didn't care about his well-being, but always thought about others. The more Meng Tingjing thought about it, the more he became unconvinced. He also saved his life. How many times has he received good looks from Song Yuzhang? !

"Song Yuzhang, are you crazy? Leave the bank alone and follow to die?!"

Meng Tingjing said harshly, he didn't get off the horse, fearing that he would lose control when he got off the horse, his hands clutched the flexible rein tightly, he thought it was Song Yuzhang's neck - he really wished he could strangle Song Yuzhang to death!

Nie Yinbing parked his horse beside Meng Tingjing, and it was rare for him to draw his gun without a word of disagreement, because he also agreed with Meng Tingjing's words in his heart. He wanted Song Yuzhang to go back, no matter who he was with, as long as he went back.

Song Yuzhang said flatly: "You are you, I am me, I don't care about you, and you don't care about me."

These words made Meng Tingjing tremble with anger, his face turned pale, and his tone became lighter, "Are you determined to go to die with him?"

"The road ahead is long, and it may not be a dead end." Song Yuzhang looked sideways, looking at the dry and decayed trees not far away, "Time is running out, please go back, drink ice, let's go."

"stop--"

Before Song Yuzhang moved, Meng Tingjing sternly stopped him.

Coming at a gallop, Meng Tingjing was covered in sweat, her clothes were tightly attached to her body, and the palm holding the rein exerted great strength, and she was about to embed the rein in her palm.

Meng Tingjing stared at Song Yuzhang relentlessly, his heart felt as if he had been splashed with hot oil. He really couldn't believe that he and Song Yuzhang had known each other for half a year, and the twists and turns, from the two of them getting along to separating and then turning against each other, now finally there is a turning point There were signs of a better future, but Song Yuzhang didn't take their feelings to heart at all.

He could go through fire and water for the two brothers of the Nie family, but he didn't want to listen to him even once.

In Song Yuzhang's heart, is it true that only people surnamed Nie treat him sincerely?

In what way is he, Meng Tingjing, inferior?

If there is a bullet flying now, he will block it for him!

"Song Yuzhang," Meng Tingjing gritted her teeth and said slowly, "I'll ask you one last time, do you have to go with him?"

"Yes."

"Even if you go with him, it is very likely that you will die?"

"Yes."

Meng Tingjing's chest rose and fell slowly, and his expression was full of strong unwillingness. It turned out that last night was all perfunctory. What was Song Yuzhang thinking when he left?What he was thinking about was how to restore the relationship between them, what about Song Yuzhang?

Meng Tingjing didn't believe it, he didn't believe that there was really no love between them at all, he took a breath and said in a flat tone: "What if I want you to stay for me?"

Song Yuzhang stood still for a while. He didn't answer, but turned around and opened the car door.

Meng Tingjing stared at Song Yuzhang's hand pulling the car door with red eyes, as if a piece of flesh had been gouged out in his heart, it was both bloody pain and piercing hatred. When he was in the carriage, he forcefully squeezed out a sentence through his teeth-"I agree to let the ore from Nie's family go through the waterway of Meng's family."

Song Yuzhang's figure paused.

His side face was clean and fair in winter, with a very indifferent expression, from the eyelashes to the arc of the nose tip looked cold.

Meng Tingjing stared at his graceful side face, almost bleeding from the eyes to the tip of the heart, and then pulled out a short, narrow dagger from his waist neatly.

Seeing this, Nie Yinbing drove the horse forward to put it between the two of them.

Meng Tingjing didn't even look at Nie Yinbing, and swiped the dagger down on his finger. The three fingers of his left hand were immediately cut with blood.

Throwing the bloody dagger on the ground, Meng Tingjing rolled up the reins and patted the horse away without looking back.

The sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, and Song Yuzhang's thunderous heartbeat gradually calmed down. He turned around and faced Nie Yinbing, "Yinbing, are you willing?"

At this point, how could Nie Yinbing say "no"?

Song Yuzhang also knew that Nie Yinbing could only "yes", he picked up the dagger on the ground, the dagger was stained with blood, dripping down along the snow-white blade, Song Yuzhang caught the dripping blood with his palm, and said to Nie Yinbing Said: "Go back."

Song Yuzhang got into the car, and Nie Yinbing was still reining in the horse outside the car. He suddenly found that the clothes on Song Yuzhang's body were wrinkled, and they were the clothes he hadn't changed since last night.

When Meng Tingjing came back, Meng Sushan was going out to make two clothes for the New Year.

"Ting Jing..."

The first time she saw Meng Tingjing's extremely ugly face, the second time she saw Meng Tingjing's bloody hand, then her face changed, "What's wrong with your hand?!"

Meng Tingjing ignored her, and walked straight to the inner hall, Meng Sushan hurriedly followed, and at the same time told Wan Lan to call the doctor quickly.

Walking into the inner hall in one breath, Meng Tingjing took two steps like a sleepy beast and then sat down on the imperial concubine's couch. His legs were spread apart, his black robe dripped down like water, and his left hand rested on the snow-colored underpants. He looked at himself Meng Sushan hurriedly followed in. Seeing that Meng Tingjing seemed to be in a daze, she hurried to hold his hand, "Ting Jing, what's the matter with your hand?"

Meng Tingjing was still staring blankly at the blood on his trousers, panting and said slowly, "He didn't even change his clothes."

Meng Sushan didn't understand, "What? Who? Who didn't change their clothes?"

"He's sure I'll chase after him, he's sure..." Meng Tingjing rolled her Adam's apple as she spoke, as if her throat was extremely dry, "I can't bear it if I'm sure...he has no affection for me ..."

Meng Sushan was confused when she heard that, but Meng Tingjing suddenly withdrew her hand, clenched her fist and slammed the table beside her heavily.

Meng Sushan was so frightened that she couldn't speak. After a while, she covered Meng Tingjing's hand with a handkerchief and whispered softly, "Ting Jing, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..." Meng Sushan's words came suddenly And stop.

A little water splashed on the rosewood table.

Meng Sushan looked at the flowing water stains, and then looked at Meng Tingjing.

Meng Tingjing's face was cold, and there was a clear water mark on his face.

Meng Sushan was completely stunned.

She didn't know what kind of blow would cause Meng Tingjing such pain, even when Meng Huanzhang died, she had never seen Meng Tingjing lose control like this.

"It's nothing." Meng Tingjing stood up, and the black robe hung down to block the blood inside. He said flatly, "It's all over."

After traveling by water for more than a month, the mine was successfully transported, and the final payment was immediately placed on the account of Nie's family. Nie Qingyun took the check to the pier to visit, but only handed over the check, but did not see Meng Tingjing. The purple sunset said in a low voice: "Please tell Boss Meng, thank you for his help, the Nie family will always remember it."

Meng Tingjing's subordinates all followed the boss's temper. Except for Meng Tingjing who behaved like a mouse in front of Meng Tingjing, he was always as arrogant as a tiger when facing outsiders. He said to Nie Qingyun indifferently: "Miss Nie, you are welcome."

Nie Qingyun went to Song Zhai with another check.

Song Yuzhang was not there either.

"Fifth Master is out to pick up someone."

"Pick up? Pick up who?"

"It seems to be an engineer who repairs the railway?"

All the wooden pegs were set up before the New Year, Yu Feiyu was very happy, and happily had a big drink with the rest of the engineers, workers and students who worked together.

The wine was drank in a wooden shed with air leaks on all sides, which did not prevent them from drinking it in full swing. Yu Feiyu drank until his beard was completely wet. When he woke up the next day, he immediately shaved with a knife and reluctantly took a cold shower. Shivering, he wrote a letter to Song Yuzhang like a frozen dog in the water.

He doesn't feel like he's writing a love letter, he's very nasty when he writes a love letter, haha, it's far from the standard of his love letter.

It's not that Yu Feiyu doesn't want to write, but the pen tip touches the letter paper, and the simple and plain words flow out naturally.

Perhaps, those nasty words were too frivolous for that person, and they felt somewhat tainted.

While Yu Feiyu was writing, the figure of Song Yuzhang appeared in his mind.

Handsome, unrestrained, deserted, with a touch of melancholy.

It seems that the incomplete moon in the sky shines on the world, even the light is milky, so beautiful.

During the days when the two could not see each other, Yu Feiyu beautified Song Yuzhang's image to an unprecedented degree.

This is his old problem. Once he is attracted to someone, he will fantasize about the other person as a perfect person in his heart.

No one is perfect, so Yu Feiyu always loses love unilaterally in reality.

But Song Yuzhang is still in the sky, because he is not only far away from Yu Feiyu, but also ignores him.

As soon as the letter was sent, Yu Feiyu embarked on a happy return journey.

When he came here, he was busy with work, so Yu Feiyu kept his head on the road and didn't pay attention to the scenery around him. On the way back, he slowed down and started "Winter Travel Notes" with relish, stopping to pick up every weed when he saw it.

The result of looking around like this was that Song Yuzhang still disappeared after waiting for half an hour at the time set in Yu Feiyu's letter.

Fortunately, it wasn't cold in the car. Song Yuzhang wore a gray cashmere scarf, and he was fine if the wind didn't get in his neck.

Seeing that he was bored waiting, the driver said, "Fifth Master, do you want candies?"

There is a candy box in the car, the driver will eat two when he refreshes himself, Song Yuzhang asked him for one, the candy is very refreshing mint flavor, sweet and spicy, it is indeed very refreshing, Song Yuzhang tongue picked out the mint hard candy , and soon feel that the whole mouth has become a mint flavor.

The driver thought he was bored, but in fact he couldn’t be idle, he was still thinking about things, complicated matters such as banks, chambers of commerce, railways, stocks, etc. were all wandering in his mind, and there were also some trivial matters, such as Chinese New Year is approaching, and I want to give red envelopes to bank employees and domestic servants, should I add some decorations to my home... There are too many things, and I can't fit any extra things, so I don't think about other things.

The mint hard candy stirred in his mouth and collided with his teeth to make a sound. The more Song Yuzhang thought about it, the more he devoted himself to it, almost feeling carried away.

"Fifth Master, it seems to be here."

With his tongue stuck in his mouth, Song Yuzhang raised his eyes and looked at the glass in front of the car. Sure enough, he saw the vehicles and horses. He chewed the remaining mints, opened the door and got out of the car.

Yu Feiyu saw Song Yuzhang from a distance.

I haven't seen him for a few months, but Song Yuzhang's demeanor is still extraordinary. From such a long distance, Yu Feiyu feels that he is handsome and makes people bow down.

"President Song—"

Yu Feiyu poked his head out of the car window and waved vigorously to Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang saw it, with a smile on his face, and at the same time worried that Yu Feiyu would fall out of the car.

As soon as the car stopped, Yu Feiyu jumped out of the car first, and rushed to Song Yuzhang in three steps at a time. His whole face was extremely radiant and looked radiant, even the wound on his chin He also seemed uninhibited and casual, he was very happy and said happily: "President Song!"

Song Yuzhang was involuntarily infected by him so that the corners of his mouth rose, "Mr. Yu, is this trip going well?"

Yu Feiyu's eyes were bright, "There are times when things go wrong, and there are times when things go well. Generally speaking, luck is worthy of fate."

Song Yuzhang learned in the letter that Yu Feiyu had finished all the preparatory work, but he still felt a little unreal. He was really relieved to hear the news that the dust had settled from Yu Feiyu's mouth. .

"That's great. The railway can start construction in the spring, right?"

"Yes, the weather is just a little bit warmer. Looking at the ground conditions, as long as it is not frozen, it should be fine. However, the conditions are too harsh, and the workers will suffer a lot. This is very inhumane, the working environment is not good, and the efficiency will be low. , this time the wooden shed I built in the past had too much air leakage—President Song—"

Song Yuzhang was listening patiently, when he suddenly heard his roll call, he said softly, "Speak, I'll listen."

Yu Feiyu smiled a little embarrassedly, his appearance was rather tough, and there was something cute about his smile, "Hey, I really can't help it, President Song, can we hug?"

Song Yuzhang froze for a moment, then laughed.

"I was the one to be rude. Mr. Yu has done such a good job and deserves a thankful hug."

Song Yuzhang opened his arms generously, and Yu Feiyu also opened his arms happily. The moment the two embraced, Yu Feiyu hugged Song Yuzhang tightly, then immediately loosened his strength and hugged him weakly, with a slight movement of the tip of his nose , His joy went up to a higher level, and he said pleasantly: "President Song, you smell like mint."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Mr. Yu, you smell like cow dung."

Yu Feiyu let go of Song Yuzhang in shock, jumped half a step back and sniffed his own neck, "No way, I came back after I washed it clean."

When he looked up and saw the faint smile on Song Yuzhang's face, Yu Feiyu immediately understood that Song Yuzhang was joking with him, and he immediately smiled too.

The two smiled at each other, and Yu Feiyu's eyes lit up.

He beautified Song Yuzhang in memory and imagination to that extent, and when he actually saw Song Yuzhang himself, he still felt amazed and happy.

This time it should be the real one!Yu Feiyu thought very relieved.

"I have a present for you."

Yu Feiyu took out something from his close-fitting pocket, and he held it in his palm so that Song Yuzhang would not see it, and Song Yuzhang just smiled and waited for him to present the treasure.

"President Song, stretch out your hand."

Song Yuzhang stretched out his hand as he said.

Yu Feiyu hung his tightly clumped palm over Song Yuzhang's palm, and as soon as he released his palm, a thin piece of wood fell into Song Yuzhang's palm.

The wood chip was light yellow, just like any ordinary wood in the world. Song Yuzhang couldn't see anything special about it, so he questioned Yu Feiyu with puzzled eyes.

Yu Feiyu grinned, "This is a piece cut from the first wooden peg laid by the railway. When I was laying down the wooden peg, I suddenly thought that this thing is very commemorative, especially for you, President Song. Liao The director said that the reconstruction of the railway in Haizhou was facilitated by you, President Song, so I want to cut off a piece as a souvenir for you."

Song Yuzhang held the thin piece of wood in his palm and said with a smile, "I like it very much."

Yu Feiyu smiled even more happily, "It's great that you like it. I think you are so rich that it's hard to make you happy by giving you anything worthwhile. Although this thing is not worth much, it's really great if you like it." It's—" Yu Feiyu was talking, and looked to the right behind Song Yuzhang again, "Hey, why is Xiaomeng here?"

Someone on the bus going back to the city had already passed by Meng Tingjing.

Yu Feiyu suddenly realized that he forgot that the several engineers he brought were assigned by Meng Tingjing. Haha, no, he is also under Meng Tingjing's subordinates.

Yu Feiyu finally remembered whose salary he was receiving, and hurriedly said to Song Yuzhang: "President Song, I'm going to say hello to Xiaomeng, don't go, I still have a lot to say to you."

Yu Feiyu quickly ran back.

Song Yuzhang put the piece of wood in his palm into his pocket.

Meng Tingjing, who was overwhelmed by the stars, was completely expressionless.

Yu Feiyu was not surprised. This junior was famous for his gloomy complexion when he first came to Cambridge, and he didn't give a good face to anyone. There used to be two serious princes in the school. This defiant demeanor, as if no one in this world is worthy of his smiling face.

Yu Feiyu's relationship with him is also very ordinary, but Yu Feiyu is a person who is born with a big heart and is very good at making himself happy, so he doesn't care about Meng Tingjing's gloominess, and said carelessly: "Boss Meng, I'm back, I If there is anything else to do, I will leave first, and I will report to you later.”

He waved at Meng Tingjing, turned around and left, and quickly ran back to Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang was tall and tall, and Yu Feiyu was tall and straight. He even said and gestured to Song Yuzhang. Song Yuzhang didn't seem indifferent, and the black hair on the back of his head shook with the shaking of his smile.

After about three to five minutes, the two walked to Song Yuzhang's car together.

Song Yuzhang felt that there seemed to be a gaze watching the two of them behind him. After getting in the car, he sat quietly for a while without telling the driver to drive.

Yu Feiyu asked him, "What's wrong? Is the car broken down?"

Song Yuzhang turned his face slightly, and saw Meng Tingjing who stood out from the crowd from the rearview mirror on the right side of the front of the car.

Meng Tingjing was looking in the direction of their vehicle, and his figure was distorted and elongated in the rearview mirror.

Song Yuzhang hadn't seen Meng Tingjing for more than a month.

Although Haizhou is very big, but as he and Meng Tingjing have a cooperative relationship between them, they shouldn't be able to meet each other for more than a month anyway.

He didn't deliberately avoid Meng Tingjing, so Meng Tingjing was deliberately avoiding him.

Either way, the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror are just dreams after all. He woke up, and Meng Tingjing woke up too. Everyone went their own way, and there was no need to force them to be together.

"The car is not broken," Song Yuzhang raised his voice forward, "Let's go to the International Hotel."

Nie Qingyun waited until seven or eight o'clock in the evening when Song Yuzhang finally came back. He got out of the car with a strange man. walked out the door.

Song Yuzhang turned back and stepped up the steps. After walking two steps, he saw Nie Qingyun in the dark. He was slightly startled and said, "Sister Qingyun?"

Nie Qingyun came back to his senses, and hurriedly sent him a check, "Thank you, if you hadn't mediated this time, something big happened to our family."

Song Yuzhang put his hands behind his back, not intending to accept the check, "No need, we are on the same boat."

Nie Qingyun was apprehensive, clutching the check, but didn't intend to take it back.

"Keep it," Song Yuzhang said, "We still need a lot of money for the follow-up turnover. The bank has a lot of cash now. I will pay back part of the 3000 million US dollars I borrowed from you. Keep it in it to pay off the debt."

Nie Qingyun could only withdraw the check. She walked down the steps with high heels and turned her face after taking two steps. The night was like ink and illuminated the pure white arch. A word, independent from the world.

Nie Qingyun ran back quickly "da da da" again, she looked at Song Yuzhang, panting slightly in her heart, "Do you want...do you want to have a drink together?"