Song Yuzhang

Nie Bonian fell ill again.

Winter is very difficult for Nie Bonian. Even if he stays in a warm room every day, he will feel uncomfortable. He has a fever, but he doesn’t have a fever, but he keeps coughing and nosebleeds. Whether it should be uncomfortable or uncomfortable, the hospital is actually the same, that is, it will be easier to take care of, and if something happens, I won’t be too panicked.

"Fell asleep."

"Well, he'll feel better when he's asleep."

Song Yuzhang walked out of the ward lightly, and Nie Yinbing followed and closed the door behind him.

"Are you going to stay here with him?"

"Ah."

"Sister Qingyun is at home?"

"There is a family banquet, she hosts it better than me."

The Nie family is different now. They used to be able to take care of themselves alone, but now they have to pick up their communication skills again. In terms of communication, Nie Qingyun is naturally a hundred times better than Nie Yinbing.

Song Yuzhang said: "Anyway, Bonian is asleep, come and have dinner together."

Nie Yinbing seemed to have just remembered to ask him: "Why are you in the hospital?" His eyes wandered slowly on Song Yuzhang, "Where did you get hurt?"

"It's not me, it's the eldest brother in the family," Song Yuzhang smiled and shook his head, "It's hard to say."

During the Chinese New Year, there were many vacant wards in the hospital. Song Yuzhang asked the hospital for an empty ward. A few people gathered together, and it was considered a New Year’s Eve dinner.

Song Qiyuan was still uncomfortable when he met Nie Yinbing. He really admired Song Yuzhang for being so nonchalant when facing Nie Yinbing, and even beckoned to bring him some food.

In fact, there is a saying that Song Qiyuan has not digested in his stomach, which is the sentence Song Yuzhang said, "Xueping just saved me". Although Song Yuzhang's tone was extremely flat at the time, this title still shocked him.

Song Qiyuan couldn't think about it, but when he thought about it, he found it incredible.

"President, your cooks are really skilled."

Liu Chu chewed and chewed, full of praise for the New Year's Eve dinner delivered by the Song family.

"The master's craftsmanship is not bad, but not top-notch." Song Yuzhang said fairly.

"That's not enough?" Liu Chu took another mouthful of food, smacking his mouth and said, "Then I really should let you try Lao Liu's cooking."

Song Yuzhang smiled and said, "Isn't Lao Liu's cake steamed very well?"

Liu Chu said: "President, you don't know, when I first lived with Lao Liu, Lao Liu steamed steamed buns for me every day, almost made me vomit, I couldn't take it anymore, let him Give me a different trick, but he started steaming cakes for me, and then I found out that he can only steam steamed buns and steamed cakes, and others, hum."

Liu Chu's "hum" hummed everything in silence, coupled with his slanted gaze towards Liu Chuanzong, it was a full-bodied accusation.

Song Yuzhang also looked at Liu Chuanzong, "Old Liu, I didn't expect you to do something wrong."

Liu Chuanzong nodded awkwardly, "I don't know how to cook."

"No, then let Liu Chu do it." Song Yuzhang glanced at Liu Chu, "What does the son do? Order."

Liu Chu chuckled, "Old Liu is reluctant."

Song Yuzhang didn't expect Liu Chuanzong to be so doting on Liu Chu, thinking that since Liu Chuanzong likes children, why didn't he have one?He's far from too old to have children, unless...

Forget it, it’s Chinese New Year’s Eve, don’t think about it.

Song Yuzhang raised his wine glass, "Come on, a year has passed, no matter good or bad, once you get drunk, you will get rid of your past."

If Song Qiyuan felt something, he raised his wine glass, "Well said, once you get drunk, you will get rid of your past."

Everyone touched their wine glasses together, and then they really got drunk.

On New Year's Eve, it would be nice to get drunk without thinking about anything.

Although Liu Chu was still a child, he also clamored for a drink. No one objected, and Liu Chu fell the fastest. Song Qiyuan's drinking capacity was beyond Song Yuzhang's expectations. .

Song Yuzhang himself considers himself to be huge, and it is rare to meet an opponent in the wine market. Nie Yinbing and Liu Chuanzong both drink one glass after another in silence, and don't say much.

Song Yuzhang looked funny, and half-lyed on the hospital bed poured himself a drink.

He likes to drink, and he also likes to get drunk. When he is drunk, he is not confused, but his chest becomes very broad, so wide that he wants to flatten his internal organs, and all the things inside can be taken out for inspection and washing.

Song Yuzhang suddenly said: "Old Liu."

Liu Chuanzong responded.

"Come here, let me give you a hug."

Liu Chuanzong sat on the spot awkwardly, and after a while he moved his butt over, Song Yuzhang reached out and put his arms around Liu Chuanzong's shoulder.

Liu Chuanzong looked like a puppet, but he didn't expect that he could also be a kind and good father.

That's good, so Song Yuzhang wanted to hug him.

Song Yuzhang let him go, and his gaze slowly shifted away again.

"Drink ice."

Nie Yinbing held the wine glass in one hand, sat cross-legged with one leg, and watched him quietly.

Song Yuzhang gave the wine glass in his hand, "Come on, let's touch one."

The two small porcelain wine glasses touched each other crisply, Song Yuzhang took a sip, but Nie Yinbing drank it down in one gulp.

Liu Chu snored a little, and Liu Chuanzong carried him to find another empty ward to sleep.

Song Qiyuan was already dead asleep, but he didn't snore. Song Yuzhang picked out a quilt for him and covered his chest.

"I'm going to see Bonian."

Nie Yinbing's tone was still steady.

Song Yuzhang gave a "hmm".

The room was warm and quiet, and Song Yuzhang continued to drink by himself.

He kind of misses Little Cherry, the tiny apartment, and Little Cherry stuffing sesame cakes into his mouth on New Year's Eve when he was still sleepy.

The wine was poured into the cup, and Song Yuzhang suddenly felt endless loneliness.

No matter how lively the people around him gather around him, they all have their own homes after all.

Liu Chuanzong and Liu Chu depended on each other for life, Song Qiyuan couldn't let go of Song Jincheng who was connected by blood, and Nie Yinbing also had a nephew and sister to take care of.

Only him, alone in the world.

Where is my peace of mind?

Do you only believe in yourself, or do you only believe in yourself?

he does not know.

Song Yuzhang drank the remaining half bottle of liquor.

Drunkness finally found him, and his mind was spinning. Song Yuzhang blinked and breathed slowly and steadily. He didn't fall asleep, but closed his eyes to enjoy this kind of dizziness similar to blankness.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yuzhang heard the sound of the door being unscrewed, but he remained motionless.

Footsteps gradually approached, and someone sat on the head of his bed.

Let's drink ice, Song Yuzhang thought.

Nie Yinbing is also a weird person, he can't speak a word, so it's easy to cheat him for some money, just talk to him and suffer.

He is tall and has a ruthless appearance. He has to ponder over ten sentences that come out of his mouth.

Fuck, he is Lafayette?

If it wasn't for making some money, he wouldn't be bothered to serve her.

Song Yuzhang's consciousness completely traveled through time and space while he was drunk, and when he thought he was still betting on horses with Nie Yinbing to cheat money, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The lights in the hospital were dim, and Nie Yinbing's face seemed less stern.

Song Yuzhang raised his hand and patted him on the face, "Are you dumb? Talk."

Nie Yinbing knew he was drunk.

Song Yuzhang was seldom drunk, almost never when he was unconscious.

But when he is very drunk, he can talk nonsense.

Probably not bullshit, but it would be interesting.

When the two were together, Nie Yinbing saw him drunk, and when he was drunk, he didn't know who he took him for. His mother scolded him mischievously, and his words were extremely vulgar. Impressed by his ears and eyes, one of his classmates used "Damn it" almost as a modal particle, but he was still very surprised by Song Yuzhang's performance at that time.

Because Song Yuzhang was usually very gentle and graceful in front of him.

But just surprised, he still likes it very much.

"Okay," Song Yuzhang patted Nie Yinbing's arm, expressing his satisfaction with his silence, "Don't talk if you can't speak human words, dumb, okay."

Song Yuzhang dropped his hand, grabbed Nie Yinbing's hand again, stroked the cocoon of his tiger's mouth, and suddenly whispered: "Don't shoot me."

Nie Yinbing's heart skipped a beat, and he held Song Yuzhang's hand behind his back, "No, I won't shoot you."

Song Yuzhang was half lying down, the pillow behind him was very high, like a cloud, the back of his head was shaking on the pillow, and his voice lowered, "...then you hug me."

Nie Yinbing sat on the head of the bed without moving for a long time. He saw Song Yuzhang's eyelashes closed again, and the shadows on Jun's face were heavy. Nie Yinbing couldn't describe his feelings, but he knew the voice in his heart—he Very distressed.

Nie Yinbing sat on the bed and stretched out his arms to hold Song Yuzhang in his arms.

Song Yuzhang didn't let him hug when he was awake, because they were not a relationship suitable for hugging in public.

He doesn't care, but Song Yuzhang does.

If there is one person who cares, then nothing can be done.

Nie Yinbing hugged him, not knowing whether time had stopped or was going, maybe time was going backwards, back to when they first met, he said his name was Zhao Jianfang, and smiling at him really filled the house with fragrance.

Song Yuzhang fell asleep in a daze for a while, and when he was dozing off, he woke up with a jerk. When he woke up, he felt his embrace. He glanced up and saw a cold and proud chin, and he jerked again, " Drink ice?"

Nie Yinbing lowered his head, Song Yuzhang raised his face, and from his sight, the whole face was upside down, first there were lips and then eyes, Song Yuzhang's eyes were also upside down.

As soon as the eyelashes were closed, Song Yuzhang sat up from Nie Yinbing's arms, and the upside-down world was straightened out immediately.

"How long have I slept?"

"It's not New Years yet."

Song Yuzhang said "Oh", "Has Bonian woke up?"

"I slept soundly today."

"It's good to sleep deeply," Song Yuzhang moved his long legs, "You can find a room to sleep too."

Nie Yinbing's arms were empty, and there was nothing in his arms at first, Song Yuzhang was consummated when he lay down in it, and when Song Yuzhang left, his arms were empty again.

The two sat quietly, and Song Yuzhang was lying beside Song Yuzhang's slanted feet, Song Qiyuan, Song Yuzhang said: "Let's leave this place to the third brother, I will also find a place to sleep."

He got out of bed and put his feet into the leather shoes. He didn't wear them completely, and went out with the leather shoes on. The leather shoes made little noise on the ground, like a child stealing an adult's shoes.

Song Yuzhang didn't start to put on his shoes until he got out of the ward. He leaned on the door with one hand, and pulled the heel of the leather shoes with the other hand. Suddenly, the door was opened, and Song Yuzhang fell to the inside.

Nie Yinbing is consummated again.

"Drinking ice..." Song Yuzhang was a little embarrassed, "I wear shoes."

He was three points sober, but five or six points drunk, and only one point clearly and firmly remembered: Nie Yinbing is Nie Xueping's brother, if he is still a person, if he harms one, he should not harm the other.

Nie Yinbing supported him with one hand, then bent down and used his waist to build a wall for Song Yuzhang to lean against, "Lift up."

Song Yuzhang raised his heels slightly, his arms dropped on Nie Yinbing's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Yinbing, I'm fine, I'll do it myself."

Nie Yinbing was bent over and motionless, with a very stubborn look.

He said, "Today is Chinese New Year."

Song Yuzhang's heart was slightly sour, and the spirit of alcohol surged up with his emotions. He also bent down, and half of him leaned on Nie Yinbing's back. He sighed slowly, "No shoes, you carry me on your back." .”

Nie Yinbing carried him on his back.

Song Yuzhang's arms were hanging on his chest, and when he opened his mouth, there was the smell of alcohol, "Drink ice."

"Ah."

"I'm for your own good, I won't harm you."

Nie Yinbing firmly supported his thighs with both arms, and still held his leather shoes in his hands, and said in a calm tone, "I know."

Song Yuzhang could hug his subordinates when he was slightly drunk, but he only dared to touch his wine glass. He wouldn't say it, he just knew it in his heart.

Nie Yinbing kicked open the door of a ward and put Song Yuzhang down on the empty hospital bed.

Song Yuzhang was sitting on the hospital bed, his thoughts slowly drifting away. Nie Yinbing lifted his feet and put them on the bed, "Go to sleep, sleep, it will be the New Year."

Song Yuzhang was arranged to lie down, Nie Yinbing covered him with a quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Song Yuzhang looked at him with half-opened eyes, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'll watch you sleep, and I'll go to sleep again."

Song Yuzhang smiled, closed his eyes, and asked again after a while, "Is it New Years?"

Nie Yinbing glanced at his watch, "There are still 5 minutes."

Song Yuzhang was lying down, his heart fluttering in mid-air, he thought he was really cruel, but he had to be cruel, those who loved him would end badly, he didn't court anymore, he had fame and wealth, he just muddled along and muddled through for a while Years count as years, so it's rare to be confused.

"Drink ice," Song Yuzhang opened his eyes with a faint smile, "You lower your head."

Nie Yinbing lowered his head slightly, and brushed his lips lightly and softly, the smell of wine, Song Yuzhang's, his, and the remnants were mixed together.

In the last time of the old year, Song Yuzhang got drunk and softened his heart, fulfilling Nie Yinbing's dream.

Song Yuzhang lay back down, but Nie Yinbing suddenly hugged him in his arms out of control.

Nie Yinbing's hug was so resolute and powerful, as if they should hug like this for granted.

Song Yuzhang didn't move. After waiting for a while, he heard Nie Yinbing whisper in his ear: "New Year's Eve."