Song Yuzhang

The moonlight is like washing, bright and clear, it falls leisurely from the sky to the world, but it is not soft when it falls on Meng Tingjing's body, like a snowy awn on the edge of a knife.

Song Yuzhang wrapped his arms around his coat, and looked away calmly.

The carved iron gate of the Song family cast a long shadow under the moonlight, and the mottled patterns projected on Song Yuzhang's face and body. Song Yuzhang didn't realize it, but Meng Tingjing fixed his gaze on a small flower shadow in his eyes. .

The flower shadow is more perishable than the flowers, Song Yuzhang turned around a little, and the flowers were lost in the night.

The door closed behind him, Song Yuzhang took two steps, and then looked back at the closed door.

The iron door was dark and deep under the moonlight. Song Yuzhang sighed softly, feeling helpless with a touch of confusion.

In some respects, Song Yuzhang is confident.

He can tell fortunes.

Not those mysterious and mysterious, illusory things, but the fate of people who actually exist.

What kind of ending will happen between people, he can see it at a glance.

Song Yuzhang returned to the upstairs room, lay on the bed for a while, turned over, pulled out the desk lamp on the top of the bed, and the desk lamp lit up with a "snap", Song Yuzhang thought to himself: "He must still be there."

After rubbing the thin thread of the desk lamp in his hand, Song Yuzhang sat up and walked to the window.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lake is sparkling. From his perspective, the gate and the lawn are triangles slanting against the sky. The gate is far away, so you can't see clearly, but you don't have to look clearly, the shadow will not lie.

Song Yuzhang thought again: "Why bother?"

Meng Tingjing has been waiting outside the door, it can't be called waiting, he didn't expect Song Yuzhang to come down, but he just refused to leave, all the stories between him and Song Yuzhang can't talk about why, why love, why hate, why let go, Why he refuses to let go, there is no specific answer in his heart, but more like a natural development of the world.

Met, and then, that's it.

Time passed quickly, the hem of the robe was slightly wet, and there was still a strong smell of frost and dew in the early morning. Meng Tingjing didn't feel cold or damp, neither sad nor happy, hopeless, hopeless, and turned into a huge rock in the dark night .

Stone, now that he has become a stone, can he understand what that stone thinks?

It can be destroyed by brute force, and it can be warmed by one's own body temperature.

But a stone is just a stone.

He Meng Tingjing is not a rock, he has heart, flesh and blood, and feelings, he is a human being.

The knock on the door came unhurriedly, and Song Yuzhang opened his eyes, "What's the matter?"

There was a door outside, and the distance was far away, so the servant's voice seemed very soft, "Meng Erye has come in."

Song Yuzhang hugged the quilt with one arm, remained silent for a while, and said, "Make him a cup of tea and let him go."

The servant's voice was even softer, so soft that it was almost imperceptible. Song Yuzhang turned around and was about to go back to sleep. He guessed that Yu Feiyu would not come back tonight.

The sleepiness is not strong, it can be regarded as sleepy or not, he has spent the whole day very relaxed today, he is like Ping in the water, shallow and carefree, Yu Feiyu is really good, without Yu Feiyu, he can't hide in this small place. In the world, it is impossible to roam freely in this day.

After Yu Feiyu left, the room lost the ever-present joy, and he was still lonely.

Song Yuzhang put his arms under his neck, looked at the outline of the chandelier overhead, and grabbed the watch by the bed to see that it was already one o'clock.

The servant brought hot tea, tapped it lightly on the table, and stepped back without saying a word.

Meng Tingjing didn't come to the Song family very often.

After Meng Sushan married the Song family, for a long time, Meng Tingjing hated the Song family and everyone in the Song family from the bottom of her heart, thinking that they took her eldest sister away.

This is of course unreasonable. Meng Tingjing knew very well in her heart that Meng Sushan should marry when she was old. Even if it wasn't the Song family, it would be another family, and Meng Sushan was willing.

But this did not affect Meng Tingjing's dislike for the Song family.

He likes it, no one cares.

Later, as she got older, Meng Tingjing learned to control herself, and more or less summoned up some energy to deal with the Song family.

It's not because of sophistication, he doesn't need sophistication, it's just because of Meng Sushan's face.

Thinking about it carefully, it was after Song Yuzhang appeared that he came to the Song family more frequently.

Meng Tingjing put his palms on his knees, and after the heat from the tea dissipated, he stood up.

The servant came out of nowhere, "Second Master, Fifth Master is asleep, you should go back."

Meng Tingjing said: "He didn't sleep, I know."

The servant frowned in annoyance. They were all domesticated slaves under high-handed control. The servility seemed to be innately carved into their bones. However, Song Yuzhang treated them very kindly, except for the basic Except for his order, the rest was almost ignored. Over time, the few servants who stayed in the Song family shed their servility at an astonishing speed, and reappeared human faces.

"Second Master," the servant stood in front of Meng Tingjing, "don't go up, Fifth Master doesn't want to see you."

Meng Tingjing glanced at him lightly, the servant was not afraid at all, of course Meng Tingjing was powerful and powerful, but he was not a servant of the Meng family, Meng Tingjing couldn't control him, Fifth Master fought back and forth with him for a month It was still intact, so he had no reason to show timidity. Letting people in was for the sake of the old grandma.

Meng Tingjing was also surprised when she realized that the servant was not afraid of him, "You want to stop me?"

The servant nodded, and at the same time said kindly: "Second Master, you can go back, it's so late, Fifth Master is always busy these days, it's hard to take a day off, you too, go back and rest."

Meng Tingjing sat down. He patted the sofa beside him and said, "Sit down."

The servant was bewildered and resolutely refused to sit down.

"Is he nice to you all?"

"Who?... You said Fifth Master?" The servant shook his head, "Fifth Master is very good, Fifth Master doesn't care about us."

"in spite of?"

"Yeah, it doesn't matter, as long as we do our job well, the fifth master will let us do the rest."

Meng Tingjing straightened his back, resting one hand on his knee and resting the other on the armrest of the sofa. He has always been condescending, and treats servants and servants as tools like tables and chairs. It just passed by, the wind, smoke and dust are not worth mentioning.

If Song Yuzhang hadn't been a little more beautiful, he would probably have caught his eye and killed him directly.

He is so defiant, and he knows that he is defiant, he is not proud of being so defiant, he just lives like this, and he can live like this.

Song Yuzhang went downstairs.

The soles of the shoes were soft, and he stepped on the steps silently, and his steps were also very light. After turning around the revolving steps, he heard the voice of someone talking when he finally approached the hall.

The voice was not high, but it was very clear in the empty and quiet Song house.

Song Yuzhang listened attentively, and found that it was Meng Tingjing who was talking to the servants at home. After listening for a while, he found that the two of them talked back and forth. thing.

When Song Yuzhang heard Meng Tingjing ask the servant how his food was recently, he couldn't help but smile.

Meng Tingjing turned his eyes and saw Song Yuzhang's shadow. He raised his hand and stopped the servant from answering.

The servant seemed to have sensed it, and when he turned around, he saw Song Yuzhang coming down the stairs in pajamas, and waved to him, "Go to sleep."

The servant was in charge of the night watch today, and after getting Song Yuzhang's permission, he happily ran back to the small building where the servant lived and went to sleep.

Song Yuzhang smiled, but in fact he was calm, and put on a very polite smile, "Did you boil the eagle at my place in the middle of the night? He didn't get paid by your Meng family."

The tea was already cold, Meng Tingjing took a sip of the cold tea, "If he was paid by my Meng family's wages, he wouldn't dare to talk to me like this."

"Yes," Song Yuzhang walked over with a smile, and laughed at himself, "All of you are better than me at running a family."

Meng Tingjing drank the cold tea in the cup one after another, as if the taste of the cold tea was very good. After a moment of silence, he said lightly: "Not necessarily."

Song Yuzhang was sitting down with the belt of his pajamas, and he was a little surprised to hear Meng Tingjing's plausible words. Meng Tingjing was strong in everything, and even such a vague surrender was enough to surprise him.

Meng Tingjing's complexion was a little pale, maybe it was from the cold outside, and the tip of her nose was slightly red, which seemed to be raining with pear blossoms. Song Yuzhang was already immune to this kind of handsome and fair appearance, but he still felt a little touched .

Life is like a dream. Meng Tingjing is the witness from the beginning to the end of his ups and downs in the past six months.

The two were silent for a long time, and Meng Tingjing asked first, "You and Yu Feiyu... are you on good terms?"

"good."

Meng Tingjing was silent again for a long time, and he said calmly: "I knew you would be nice to him."

Song Yuzhang said: "Really?"

"He is simple and easy to fool, so you like it."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "It's not that bad."

Meng Tingjing also smiled, and looked at Song Yuzhang awe-inspiringly, "What I'm talking about is the truth. Are the facts all unbearable?"

Song Yuzhang pondered for a while, then admitted: "You are right."

Meng Tingjing didn't feel as happy as Song Yuzhang had subdued in his heart, when would he be happy?Sitting face to face with Song Yuzhang, when he gave up the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, Song Yuzhang's changed face made him feel happy.

Finally, there is a time he didn't expect!

It's just that the pleasure is fleeting, it is a real moment of pleasure.

Then what?Then you have to fight Song Yuzhang to the death.

A long time ago, not too long ago, about half a year ago, Meng Tingjing imagined that Song Yuzhang would crawl at his feet, admitting that he was blind, and begging him for mercy.

Between people, either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. Since there must be someone who has the upper hand to achieve peace, let him have the upper hand. He is used to the upper hand.

However, he failed.

It is not a temporary failure, but a foreseeable failure in the future.

Happiness is temporary, but sorrow is forever.

That kind of sadness comes from his heart, or soul, and no one can save him except himself, and neither can Song Yuzhang, who has Song Yuzhang's sadness.

"I want to ask you something, don't lie to me." Meng Tingjing spoke calmly.

Song Yuzhang said: "Ask, go back when you're done asking, and release Yu Feiyu back to me. Without him, I won't be able to sleep well tonight."

Meng Tingjing didn't answer him directly, but stared at Song Yuzhang's face peacefully, and said, "That day, you wanted to force me to agree to the Nie family's delivery of goods from the pier before following Nie Yinbing out of the city, didn't you?"

Song Yuzhang didn't hesitate for a moment, and said without thinking: "Yes."

Meng Tingjing's palm hung in the air from above his knees, as if shocked by the air current.

After another long silence, Meng Tingjing suddenly stretched out his hand to pull Song Yuzhang's arm. Song Yuzhang thought that Meng Tingjing might go crazy tonight, so he will go crazy if he goes crazy. Fortunately, he is also mentally prepared.

Meng Tingjing pulled others onto her lap, and Song Yuzhang's nose moved slightly, as if smelling blood.

Meng Tingjing pressed his right hand to his face, pressed the side of his face down, and pressed it to her chest.

The heartbeat was very steady, and Song Yuzhang felt that Meng Tingjing's palm was a little cold. He secretly thought about when Meng Tingjing would go crazy, but Meng Tingjing didn't go crazy, and the brows felt slightly hot. Song Yuzhang raised his eyes, and Meng Tingjing was watching him.

Song Yuzhang was also a little dazed.

Like Meng Tingjing, he is good and bad, bad and good, and his state seems to never be fixed, as if there are two poles fighting.

When Meng Tingjing lowered his head, Song Yuzhang didn't have any intention of avoiding it in his heart. It should be time. After a fight, it will last for a while, and after a while, it will be beaten again. It's just that it doesn't make much sense to keep entangled like this , so Song Yuzhang hid when things came to an end.

Meng Tingjing's lips landed on the center of his eyebrows again. The lips were cold, like ice, and fell dryly from the mark between the eyebrows to the bridge of the nose, then the tip of the nose, and finally the lips.

Still not hiding, the lips of the two touched together, the good and the bad in the memory flickered again as if all the ashes were revived, touching and lingering, touching each other moistly.

Meng Tingjing hugged him, nose to nose, breath and breath warmly entangled together, Meng Tingjing whispered: "You lied to me just now."

Song Yuzhang sighed in silence.

Meng Tingjing turned her face to the side, and pressed her cheek against Song Yuzhang's, "You also had affection for me."

Song Yuzhang closed his eyes lightly, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and pressed the back of Meng Tingjing's head with his palm, breathing in the breath of late winter and early spring on Meng Tingjing, he said softly: "Ting Jing, you love me, how can I not understand?"

Hao Haoran's sorrow submerged Meng Tingjing like a huge wave, but he still didn't regret it, because that's how people are, they can't understand without experience, they have to survive on their own, there can't be any shortcuts, and they have to cut themselves open one by one in order to kill themselves His heart was cut clearly and clearly.

Meng Tingjing understood now.

The Song Yuzhang he loves is not a stone, he also has heart, flesh and blood, and feelings, just like him, he is a person.