Song Yuzhang

Song Zhenqiao woke up, but his speech became unclear and he couldn't speak completely. He touched Song Yuzhang's face with tears in his eyes. His expression was full of kindness. Hot tears.

The other four brothers of the Song family looked at their father's kindness and son's filial piety with different expressions, and they were not happy anyway.

Song Mingzhao's face was the most unbearable.

Before Song Yuzhang appeared, he was the youngest son, but Song Zhenqiao didn't dote on him, he didn't have the slightest affection for him as a younger son, instead he always looked down on him. If he made a mistake, Song Zhenqiao would lose face I won't let him stay, and I will yell at him in front of the servants.

Now that the youngest son has changed people, it doesn't hurt enough, and he can't speak easily, and it can be seen how much he likes this little bastard.

Song Mingzhao felt sore in his heart, and thought angrily: Isn't it just to look better?You're not an actor, so you can't compare your face!

Song Zhenqiao held Song Yuzhang's hand vaguely and said something nice. Finally, he seemed tired, and called the other four sons who were watching, and took Song Yuzhang's hand to his chest, looking at the others suggestively. , Everyone looked at each other in dismay, Song Qiyuan laughed, put his hand up, and held Song Yuzhang's across Song Zhenqiao.

Song Yuzhang glanced at him, and Song Qiyuan was smiling at him with teasing eyes, as if he was watching a play.

The rest of the people also reacted, and pressed their hands over each other with their own thoughts.

Song Jincheng is the eldest brother, at the top, he said to Song Zhenqiao: "Dad, don't worry, we will take good care of the little brother."

Song Zhenqiao nodded, looking relieved and tired.

After going through the motions like this, the five of them went out of the ward together, and they were all silent for a moment.

"I have a headache."

Song Mingzhao said in a vicious voice, "Let's go."

Song Jincheng didn't want to take care of him. In fact, he didn't want to take care of any brothers. He wanted to go to the small mansion, "I still have something to do in the bank, so I'll go get busy."

In an instant, there were only three people left outside the ward.

Song Yekang was actually a little afraid of Song Yuzhang. If he wanted to leave, it would be difficult for him to move, but if he stayed, he would feel flustered.

"Two brothers," Song Yuzhang also showed fatigue, "I'm a little tired, can I go home and rest first?"

"Okay," Song Yekang said quickly, "Brother, take him back, and I'll go to the bank too."

Song Yekang parted ways with the two at the entrance of the hospital. Song Qiyuan stood beside Song Yuzhang and said, "Everyone who should go has gone."

Song Yuzhang had a thought, this Song Qiyuan always gave him a different feeling, as if he knew something special inside.

Song Yuzhang didn't say anything. He is very reticent now, and he doesn't say a single witty word. It's not the time yet, so be patient.

After getting into the car, the two of them sat in the back seat together. The Song family had several cars. The one they were sitting in was a Buick. The back seat of the car was very spacious. not talking.

The car was driving on the road with slight bumps, and with every bump, the atmosphere in the car became more chaotic. Song Yuzhang smelled the perfume on his body, and suddenly said: "Third brother, when can I go back to England?"

Song Qiyuan was silent at first, but at this moment there was a defenseless surprise on his face.

Song Yuzhang's question was really beyond his expectation.

Song Qiyuan didn't modify the expression on his face, so he asked Song Yuzhang with surprise, "Do you want to go back to England?"

Song Yuzhang smiled, a little helplessly bitter, and then he kept silent again, only giving Song Qiyuan a silent and melancholy profile.

Back at the Song House, Song Yuzhang showed even more tiredness on his face, "Third brother, I'll go upstairs first." Regardless of Song Qiyuan's unpredictable expression, he went straight back to the huge room and lay on the bed to continue reading That big gangster book.

For women's thighs and red lips, Song Yuzhang has no interest at all. He just looks at it and thinks about it. His full stomach needs some condiments to stimulate it.

Things have gradually become clear to him.

The four brothers of the Song family plus one Lao Tzu are all fools!

No, there is still a wise man.

Song Qiyuan didn't know why he caught him... It shouldn't be, after a long time, even Song Zhenqiao didn't see anything, and he was crying while holding his hand. Song Yuzhang turned another page indifferently, thinking that the problem must not be on him, don't worry, since Song Qiyuan didn't jump out to confront him, the problem must not be big, let's just wait and see.

There is a bank at home... Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, and his face showed joy.

Pointing at the snow-white paper, an idea gradually emerged in Song Yuzhang's mind—or, just settle it?

For so many years, he has been wandering around, looking for all the excitements he should look for, and even almost experienced death. He seems to have experienced all life, death, parting, love, hatred, and hatred in the world.

Maybe it was God's will.

He rarely used the name "Song Yuzhang" in his life.

Little Cherry calls him "Baby", and Chun Xing calls him "Young Master".

"Yuzhang" is his name, but almost no one has called it. Song Yuzhang thought in a trance: it was that "Brother Yuzhang" that started his new life.

Isn't this just a mysterious coincidence?

He narrowly escaped from the sea, recalled the first half of his life like a dream but not a dream, so--he must have died, this is his second life--named "Song Yuzhang" Life.

Song Yuzhang's mind was clearer than ever before, even the bad water in his stomach became calm, and the idea of ​​"settling down" gradually swelled and filled, gently flattening his internal organs.

Naturally, he could see that the brothers of the Song family didn't have any good intentions towards him, but that didn't matter, he didn't intend to be friendly and harmonious with them, he just wanted to be a rich and idle person.

England, when the time comes, he will really go to England!Song Yuzhang's eyes gradually brightened. He has never been to a foreign country. Chen Hanmin told him a lot about the beautiful scenery of France, so maybe he can go and see for himself?

Over the past few years, although Song Yuzhang has traveled far and wide, caused many troubles, deceived some people, and developed many relationships, he finally admitted to himself that he was actually ignorant. Before that, he had never thought of going abroad to see look.

It can be seen that people's horizons need to be constantly broadened. Song Yuzhang's thoughts have always been chaotic and orderly. He likes to think alone, as if fighting with himself. When it gets dark, Song Yuzhang's thoughts have settled down.

settle down.

Song Yuzhang sat up, still wearing the old clothes in the sea, and the lingering fragrance surrounded him.

settle down.

From this moment on, Song Yuzhang is "Song Yuzhang".

Song Yuzhang's eyes are getting brighter and brighter. He has always been muddling along and doing whatever he wants, now he has wine and now he is drunk. Now he finally has a clear goal, and his drifting life finally seems to have a direction.

When drifting at sea, Song Yuzhang didn't panic because his life was like a solitary boat on the sea, and it didn't matter where he drifted.

Now, someone pulled him ashore.

Then go ashore!

Song Yuzhang is not a shy character, so he made a decision quickly.

Having made up his mind, Song Yuzhang's originally sickly body seemed to gain strength all of a sudden. He put down the collection of hooligan poems, and walked around the cloakroom that he had no interest in at first. He picked a hat and put it on. The wide brim of the hat covered most of his face, only his straight nose and lips were exposed. Song Yuzhang couldn't help itching when he thought of the red lips described by the poet.

The three words "set it down" seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made Song Yuzhang's body and mind nailed to the real point at that moment. He was very relieved and a little missive.

He thought of Fu Mian again.

what a pity.

In fact, he had countless chances to be that noble young master, but he was reluctant, fearing that Fu Mian would not survive after he left.

Facing the mirror, Song Yuzhang raised his face slightly and shook his head, thinking that he was still too indecisive sometimes, and at the same time he also thought that this hat was really suitable to wear on his head.

After fiddling with herself like this for a while, Wan Lan knocked on the door.

"Fifth Master, Second Master Meng is here to look for you."

Song Yuzhang took off his hat and went out, the door was already opened, Wan Lan was standing beside her pretty, and beside her was a tall, fair face.

Meng Tingjing changed into a crow blue gown, her figure was handsome and her face was handsome, her complexion was especially fair and attractive, and she still had a smile on her face, but it seemed to be cold and malicious.

"Brother Yuzhang."

Meng Tingjing said loudly, his voice was loud and full of laughter, which almost caused an echo in the huge room. Song Yuzhang was quite happy to see him. When he woke up that day, it was also this person who said "Brother Yuzhang". , the source of all errors.

Song Yuzhang remembered his name. It turned out that his surname was Meng. Song Yuzhang strolled over and greeted him kindly and softly, "Brother Ting Jing."

This person is the brother-in-law of the eldest brother of the Song family, and Song Yuzhang also recognized it on the pier.

Meng Tingjing glanced at Wan Lan beside her. Wan Lan was the girl next to Meng Sushan. She knew Meng Tingjing very well, and closed the door smartly and decisively.

As soon as the door was closed, Meng Tingjing's expression changed.

He stretched out his hand, and suddenly grabbed Song Yuzhang's neck.

Because Song Yuzhang was defenseless, he let the other party control him in a daze, and at the same time showed natural surprise on his face, "You..."

Meng Tingjing didn't talk nonsense to him, grabbed Song Yuzhang's neck and took two steps forward, pushing him against the wall with a "boom".

After all, Song Yuzhang hadn't recovered yet, so he didn't choose to resist, but looked at Meng Tingjing puzzled.

Meng Tingjing was staring at him, his expression was cloudy and sunny. Song Yuzhang knew very well that the other party just admitted the wrong person, not an old lover whom he had let down, but now seeing Meng Tingjing's attitude, he was a little uncertain, could it be Is it both?That should be unlikely.

Meng Tingjing's mind was churning in the burning oil pan.

Since he was a child, no matter whether he was in the school, at home or abroad, or out of the school to work in Meng's family, he was conceited and smart, he had everything in his hands, and no one could fool him.

Damn it, let this coquettish thing take advantage of a loophole!

But what can I do? I went to Song Jincheng and told him that he had made a mistake. The British Song Yuzhang hadn't boarded the boat at all. I don't know what the thing in front of him was.

He, Meng Tingjing, was tricked!

ridiculous!hateful!hateful!

Meng Tingjing's habit is always as violent as fire, and this violence contains biting insidiousness, so at this time his mood is alternately between cold and hot, and he smells a faint familiar fragrance at the tip of his nose. —The bastard is still in his old clothes!

Meng Tingjing was still very measured under the rage, so Song Yuzhang only felt the strangeness of being controlled, and didn't feel too much pain. He whispered: "What's wrong? Did I offend you?"

His voice and attitude are soft and gentle, with some flirtatious intimacy, I don't know if he is born like this or deliberately.

Meng Tingjing slowly raised his face. At this time, his face was full of coldness, and he spit out every word as if he was carrying a knife, "You fucking speak well."

Song Yuzhang seemed to be very angry when he saw him, his face was white and rosy, and some peach blossoms were blooming gorgeously, the more angry this arrogant and bad-tempered son was, the cuter he was in Song Yuzhang's eyes, compared to being on a boat It's much cuter to be dumb like wood.

Song Yuzhang has never been afraid of the handsome boy, and there is a gentle and helpless look in his eyes. Meng Tingjing seems to be unable to bear his expression, and immediately tightens his palms. Song Yuzhang is forced to raise his face according to his strength. .

Meng Tingjing's palm seemed to be scratched lightly by something. When he lowered his head, he saw Song Yuzhang's olive-like Adam's apple rolling slowly in his slender, white neck. Fish, Meng Tingjing really wanted to cut his neck, pull out this fish, and swallow it alive!