Song Yuzhang

Yu Feiyu was kissing Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang seemed to be very reluctant to part with him. Of course, he was also very reluctant to part with Song Yuzhang. It would take at least half a year to go out this time. Half a year is too long. Yu Feiyu is like a poor boy who has just gotten rich and hasn't enjoyed much good taste yet. , will return to abject poverty overnight.

Oh, not one night, if Song Yuzhang doesn't bother him, then he still has at least two nights.

Of course Song Yuzhang didn't bother him.

For Song Yuzhang a few years ago, a character like Yu Feiyu may not be worth mentioning to Song Yuzhang, because he can get it casually, and he can change it again when he gets tired.

But today is different, with his current status, it is no longer suitable for him to do whatever he wants like before.

It's okay if he likes a woman. If he meets someone he likes, he can marry her back home and be his concubine.

But Song Yuzhang just likes men. He used to like pretty boys, but now his taste has changed, and he likes big men.

However, Yu Feiyu seemed to be really willing, and his open-mindedness reached the point where even Song Yuzhang admired him. Song Yuzhang kissed him and joked: "When the railway is repaired, you will live with me and stay with me."

Yu Feiyu said without hesitation: "Okay." He sucked Song Yuzhang's lips, and added: "As long as you still like me at that time."

Song Yuzhang thought that Yu Feiyu really lived up to the name of a genius, he could think what he thought and feel what he felt. Song Yuzhang had a good impression of him before, but now he really likes him. He touched Yu Feiyu's chin, Suddenly said: "Winter will pass, what does this mean?"

Yu Feiyu's brain is easy to use, and he remembered it immediately. He grinned and talked about the past few months ago with a happy heart, "It will pass." Yu Feiyu paused, and said: "This It's a law of nature."

Song Yuzhang rested his head on his lap, looked from bottom to top from Yu Feiyu's broad chest to his sharp chin, "You're right," he stretched out his arms, "Hold me up."

In the office of the cotton spinning factory, the little director was sweating profusely. He wiped his forehead with a handkerchief in his hand. He described to Meng Tingjing in detail what he saw in the morning, including Song Yuzhang in pajamas and disheveled, and Yu Feiyu didn't He also told everything about where he went. He didn't know whether those details were important or not. It was purely delaying time, and he said that he was very dedicated to his errands, and he observed carefully and in place, not just perfunctory.

"Don't let people go?"

"Yes, the fifth master of the Song family refused to let him go. He said he wanted Mr. Yu to accompany him, but Mr. Yu also refused to return. I am alone. There is really nothing I can do."

Meng Tingjing smiled lightly, "Then I'll give you a few more people and guns, and you can snatch them back for me?"

The small director is usually in charge of personnel affairs, so he is not very good at kidnapping people, but I heard that the big boss has always acted ruthlessly. Drenched in sweat, since the big boss had spoken, he resolutely said, "Okay!"

Meng Ting's smiling face suddenly changed, and he picked up the paperweight at hand and threw it at it.

"I'll do it, you're an X!"

The paperweight was made of white marble, the little director ran away with his head in his arms, but the paperweight didn't smash through his forehead, but the glass behind him. There was a loud "crash!", and the little director ran out without hesitation.

People outside dared not go to listen to the sound, but secretly paid attention to the movement. As soon as the young director ran out, he was stopped by several people, "What's the matter, what happened, why are you running?"

The little director was at a loss, "The big boss is angry."

No need to modify other words, everyone was terrified at the same time, and quickly let the little director go, let him run for his life.

Within a few minutes, there was another loud "bang" inside, coupled with the sound of "crash", and then, the angry big boss came out.

Meng Tingjing's face was livid, from the way he walked, the hands behind his back, and even his breathing, it could be seen that he was in a rage at the moment.

The reason for the fury was that Mr. Yu was not in the factory.

This reason was unconvincing and made people curious, so after Meng Tingjing left, everyone quietly went back to the office as if they had made an agreement, and found that the glass of the office window had broken a big hole, and the glass on the office door was completely shattered. It fell off, and the empty door was ventilated straight in and out, and the locks on the door looked like they were about to fall off.

Everyone looked at each other for a long time, but couldn't figure out anything, only came to a common conclusion - it seems that the big boss is really angry.

Meng Tingjing got into the car and almost shattered the glass when the door was closed.

He wanted to drive, but his hands were shaking, and he was shaking uncontrollably, and a narrow gauze was wrapped around his left hand. Meng Tingjing stared at the gauze, and after a while, he tore off the gauze crazily.

A bright red festering wound on the palm, round, came from a hot tear.

Meng Tingjing suddenly felt tired, tired, and inexplicably lived in such a way that he himself could not understand.

Or...forget it?

As soon as the words "Forget it" came to mind, Meng Tingjing immediately felt that the whole heart didn't belong to him anymore. The hot tear in his palm flowed all the way to his chest, burning his heart and lungs together, the pain was almost unbearable indescribable.

No.

He can't.

Meng Tingjing lowered his head, and pressed the leather-wrapped steering wheel on his forehead. The coldness on the steering wheel made the heat on his face drop slightly.

Unknowingly, his hands stopped shaking. Meng Tingjing didn't bother to bandage any more. He held the steering wheel with both hands, and he recovered his calmness strangely.

The car started up, and it was an aimless way of driving, no matter where we went, Haizhou was big and lively, and when the weather warmed up, there were scenery everywhere.

I don't know which family's young master and lady came out to fly a kite, and the sky was filled with romantic colors. Meng Tingjing stopped the car slowly, and looked through the front glass of the car to see the big pink butterfly floating not far away, pulled by a silk thread.

Flickering in his mind, Meng Tingjing almost didn't think about anything. All the thoughts in his mind were floating around like a kite. There was a thread on the tail of the kite, and the thread was entangled together. The more incomprehensible.

"咚咚-"

The car door was knocked twice, and Meng Tingjing turned her face away.

There was a Belarusian boy standing outside the car, looking into the car. Meng Tingjing rolled down the window, and the Belarusian boy said in broken Chinese, "Sir, do you have dinner? If you don't, please leave."

Meng Tingjing looked at his freckled face and said in Russian: "I know you."

The Belarusian boy was taken aback. After carefully identifying Meng Tingjing's face, he was overjoyed and surprised, and recognized it, "It's you!"

Meng Tingjing gave him 100 yuan.

The Belarusian boy has a deep impression on him, because Meng Tingjing is very fierce and has a very handsome companion. The Belarusian boy mainly has a deep memory of that handsome companion.

"Where's that friend of yours?" The Belarusian boy was very happy after taking the money, and he put aside his fierce judgment of Meng Tingjing.

Meng Tingjing was silent for a while, then said, "He has a new friend."

The Belarusian boy was startled. He felt a gloomy aura from this indifferent man, so he said, "This sounds really sad."

Meng Tingjing trembled all over, as if she only felt the sadness in her body at this moment.

He was never unhappy, resentful, furious, and as for sorrow, sorrow is reserved for the weak, and he was never sad.

Meng Tingjing didn't jump out of the car to refute angrily, he gave the Belarusian boy another 100 yuan, and said calmly: "You are right, I feel sad."

The Belarusian boy has been in China for so long, and he has never made such an easy 200 yuan.

Since chatting can make money, he squatted down, his face was flush with the inside of the car, and he stopped driving the cars parked in front of the restaurant. He assumed a posture of long chat, and asked curiously, "Did he abandon you?"

Meng Tingjing thought for a moment, "No, I abandoned him."

That's right, it was he who raised the knife and completely severed the relationship between the two of them, which was as thin as cicada's wings, so it was he who abandoned Song Yuzhang, not Song Yuzhang who abandoned him!

"Oh, if that's the case, why are you still so sad?"

"..."

The Belarusian boy saw that he had not spoken for a long time, and said very unpretentiously: "I know, you regret it."

"No, I don't regret it."

Meng Tingjing retorted almost immediately.

The Belarusian boy said: "Since you don't regret it, then be happy, and you can also make new friends."

Meng Ting glanced at him quietly, and the Belarusian boy keenly sensed that this man seemed to be getting vicious again.

However, there was still nothing in the end. Meng Tingjing's face became pale, and he gave him another 100 yuan, "The food here is terrible." After speaking, he drove away.

Holding the 300 yuan in his hand, the Belarusian boy stood on the side of the street for a while before returning to the store in a daze. He walked to the kitchen and said to the chef who was preparing lunch: "Hey, someone said you made it. The food is terrible."

Song Yuzhang and Yu Feiyu spent most of the day.

Knowing that Yu Feiyu will leave soon, Song Yuzhang expressed his special love for him. Yu Feiyu is drunk now, because I don’t know if Song Yuzhang will cherish him like this when we get together next time, which is also special. Cherish the time.

The Song family had a piano. Song Yuzhang was not good at playing it, but Yu Feiyu was very good at it. He played the piano very well. Song Yuzhang held the wine in one hand and smoked in the other. He squinted his eyes and listened to him playing the piano. With one hand, you can use it to make a living."

Yu Feiyu was very surprised, not because of Song Yuzhang's praise of his playing skills, but because of how Song Yuzhang thought of making a living.

Yu Feiyu looked like a carefree person, but in fact he was quite thoughtful. He didn't say anything, and said very mellowly: "Thank you, but it's a pity that my level may only be able to play in the dance hall."

"Isn't it good to play in the dance hall?" Song Yuzhang put one foot on his thigh and said with a light smile, "I will visit often."

The two were chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere became harmonious again. Song Yuzhang felt very comfortable getting along with Yu Feiyu. Smile knowingly.

Song Yuzhang regretted that he didn't take Yu Feiyu seriously before.

Moreover, as an inexperienced person, Yu Feiyu's bed skills are actually very good.

Song Yuzhang was very pleased.

Yu Feiyu was still a little uneasy when night fell, "I'll go back to the factory and have a look, in case something happens..."

Song Yuzhang understood very well: "Yes, I will take you there."

"No, take a rest," Yu Feiyu looked at Song Yuzhang shyly and timidly, "If it's all right, I'll come back, okay?"

His tone was quite soft and sweet, and Song Yuzhang smiled immediately, "I approve."

Song Yuzhang sent Yu Feiyu to the door. He wore a coat over his nightgown. Yu Feiyu had a warm feeling of being sent out by his family, so he couldn't help kissing Song Yuzhang at the door.

The moonlight quietly climbed up, and Yu Feiyu saw Song Yuzhang's charming face and the brilliance in his eyes, so he whispered in English: "You are the four seasons."

Yu Feiyu left, and Song Yuzhang watched his figure disappear into the night all the way. He felt a very special kind of pleasure, faint, like a spring breeze, like a trickle, comfortable, but not any deeper feelings.

Song Yuzhang put his hands in his coat pockets, and when he turned sideways, he suddenly found a dark car parked across the street, and Meng Tingjing, who was also in black, got out of the car.