Song Yuzhang

Yu Feiyu has a big temper, but he pays attention to precision in doing things. He has calculated the amount of explosives in advance this time, and also included the allowance for possible damage, so it is unlikely that it will not be enough.

Rubbing the palm down from the back of the neck, Yu Feiyu straightened up, "Not enough? How much is missing?"

"About one box."

"so much?"

Yu Feiyu frowned deeply, "I'll go and have a look."

The warehouse for storing explosives was separated from the rest of the warehouses. It was far away from the work shed for fear of accidents. Yu Feiyu went in to inspect it, and immediately came to the conclusion that someone had stolen the explosives.

"Oh," Yu Feiyu said calmly, "I used too much in the previous few times, and I didn't calculate it properly."

"Then what should we do? Do you want to send someone back to Haizhou to bring two boxes over?"

Yu Feiyu rubbed the stains on his fingers, "I don't have much time to wait, go to the neighborhood and find out if there are bandits and troops, just buy two boxes from them."

The news came quickly. There were no gangs or troops nearby, but there were indeed some who could provide explosives, and the selling price was not expensive, but only gold bars were accepted.

Yu Feiyu was fully responsible for the railway, and he also brought the gold bars. Without any delay, he agreed with a wave of his hand.

The explosives arrived at night. Yu Feiyu looked at them and found that the explosives they bought were different from the inside and outside of the ones they brought over, not from the same source. He used some to test the power, and it was also very good.

Obviously, it wasn't the gang who stole the explosives and sold them. Yu Feiyu stood in front of the rising white smoke, his brows slightly loosened, and he thought, "There is a ghost inside."

Yu Feiyu himself has no experience in catching spies and spies, and acts almost entirely on intuition. He didn't tell anyone about his suspicions, and deliberately put the newly bought explosives back where they were, waiting to catch people. The two boxes of explosives were used up, and the thief did not wait any longer.

Yu Feiyu quickly changed his mind and counted everyone one by one. At last, there was a problem. Two workers were missing from the railway construction.

There is no need to investigate now, these two people must have stolen the explosives secretly.

Explosives are expensive, and indeed worth stealing, but there are no bandits or troops nearby, so who can they sell to if they steal explosives?

Yu Feiyu was puzzled, so he wrote another letter to Song Yuzhang. After the letter was written, he put it together with the rest of the unsent letters. Song Yuzhang looked at it together.

When Zhang Changshan returned to Nancheng, he spent some effort to obtain the license of the arsenal to Song Yuzhang.

In return, Song Yuzhang immediately sent someone to thank him with gold bars and dollar bills, and ordered that person to drop by the temple to visit the two brothers of the Song family.

The two brothers of the Song family are in good condition. Song Yekang also asked someone to bring him a hand-copied Buddhist scriptures, which made Song Yuzhang a little bit dumbfounded.

Song Qiyuan wrote a letter to Song Yuzhang, to the effect that he is now in peace of mind and is going to travel around to find Song Jincheng.

Song Yuzhang closed the letter, thinking that Song Qiyuan had finally returned to his free and unrestrained temperament, and perhaps he was looking for not only Song Jincheng, but also his own life path.

Individuals have their own way, they walk their own, he has to walk his own.

The location of the arsenal was set in the suburbs, occupying the previous horse farm.

Nie Yinbing raised a lot of good horses in it, and Song Yuzhang proposed to transfer those horses to the Song residence. The Song residence had a large vacant lawn and no one took care of it, so it was just right.

But Nie Yinbing said no, he already had other arrangements for these horses.

Within a few days, a cart came and took the horses away.

Song Yuzhang got the news, and when he heard that it was the car from Nancheng, he had an idea in his mind instantly, and went to the arsenal under construction at night.

"Those horses, have you sent them to the front?"

"Ah."

The horses are all good horses, and most of them are snatched from the bandits. They are a bit wild, have seen blood, and are suitable for fighting on the battlefield.

Nie Yinbing was eating with a bowl in his hand. The food was simple tea and light food, no different from that of the workers. Song Yuzhang faced him with his hands behind his back, "Maybe you can go to the battlefield, don't worry about it."

Nie Yinbing was silent for a while, and said, "No, I don't worry about you."

Song Yuzhang turned his face away, and his eyes fell on his bowl again, "Why is the food so simple? This is not far from home, and you don't have to live and eat here every day."

"It's nothing." Nie Yinbing took a sip, "It's pretty good."

Song Yuzhang understood Nie Yinbing's temperament.

Nie Yinbing doesn't like to enjoy himself, and he doesn't have any hobbies. He just likes to fight bandits. Now his only hobby is sending telegrams. Many, Nie Bonian's illness can't be cured in a day or two, and it doesn't make much sense to ask every day.

Song Yuzhang saw that he was down and lonely like a lone wolf, and he didn't know what it was like, so he turned and sat down beside Nie Yinbing, "I didn't eat it either, so I'll deal with it with you."

Song Yuzhang went to get the bowl on his own, but his wrist was suppressed.

"You're not used to it."

"You can get used to it, why can't I get used to it?"

Nie Yinbing lowered his head and pressed Song Yuzhang's hand with his palm. After a while, he put down the big bowl in his hand, "Go back and eat."

Song Yuzhang wanted to argue with Nie Yinbing again, so that Nie Yinbing could completely change his indifference to himself, but after thinking about it, he felt that everyone has their own temperament, so why should he change other people's habits? Woolen cloth?

Song Yuzhang also let go, "Forget it, I won't eat, you stay, I'll go back."

Song Yuzhang stood up, followed by Nie Yinbing.

"No need to send it away." Song Yuzhang said, he took two steps, listening to the footsteps following behind him, he turned his head to look at Nie Yinbing, and inexplicably accumulated anger in his heart, "If you want to be obedient, then listen to the end."

After losing his veiled temper, he felt it was wrong, and said with a low face, "Don't send it off, it's not that I don't know the way."

Nie Yinbing stood in place, watching Song Yuzhang's back gradually go away, his eyes were full of Song Yuzhang, from big to small, always filled his pupils.

What would he be like in Song Yuzhang's eyes?

When Nie Yinbing returned to the house, the food in the sea bowl was completely cold. It was neither good-looking nor delicious. Nie Yinbing knew that he didn't know what was good or bad, or he just didn't care. He didn't live in this world for a good meal. Good food, not for any enjoyment, those things are too insignificant for him to make any waves.

What is really important is untouchable to him.

Nie Yinbing picked up the bowl dumbly, stared at the mess inside the bowl, put down the bowl, and strode out.

Not long after the driver started the car, it was dark at night, and the ground here was full of rocks. It is a skill to drive the car without bumps. He worked slowly and meticulously, so he was not driving fast. His eyes flickered and he saw the car in the rearview mirror. It seemed to be someone, he took a closer look and found that the person seemed to be chasing a car.

"Fifth Master..."

Song Yuzhang was resting his eyes with his eyes closed. When the driver reminded him, he looked back. He could only see the outline in the night, but he recognized that it should be Nie Yinbing, so he immediately ordered the driver to stop.

After the car stopped, within two to three minutes, Nie Yinbing caught up.

Song Yuzhang pushed open the car door, Nie Yinbing ran closer, and stopped in front of Song Yuzhang slightly panting.

"What happened?" Song Yuzhang said.

Nie Yinbingdan just stared at him, Song Yuzhang seemed to sense something in his gaze, and said loudly: "Old Li, get out of the car and go smoke."

The driver was sensible, and got out of the car immediately, wrapped in a thin spring coat and "swished" into the night.

Before the driver's figure disappeared completely, Song Yuzhang was hugged by Nie Yinbing, and the others leaned against the car door. Nie Yinbing trapped him firmly and tall like a wall or a mountain.

The hug was really tight, and Song Yuzhang was not a weak boy, but he felt a suffocating urgency in Nie Yinbing's hug.

The night breeze was blowing, Song Yuzhang leaned his cheek lightly on Nie Yinbing's shoulder, his black hair messed up his eyebrows, he inhaled lightly, his nostrils were filled with the smell of Nie Yinbing's body, the smell of soil and gravel, unfriendly .

Song Yuzhang patted Nie Yinbing's waist lightly with his arm, but this pat made Nie Yinbing tremble.

Nie Yinbing turned his face sideways and stared at Song Yuzhang again. The night was too dark, Song Yuzhang's eyes merged with the night, but the stars were shining brightly and covered with softness. Nie Yinbing thought that Song Yuzhang must be pitying him at this moment.

The two of them, if they have nothing serious to do, can go without seeing each other for ten days and a half months without saying a word.

Song Yuzhang will not take the initiative to come to him, and he will not take the initiative to find Song Yuzhang.

Even if we meet face to face, we can't say a few words.

He won't say it, Song Yuzhang doesn't want to say it.

Nie Yinbing let go of his arm. He is such a straightforward person, but he did such a simple movement in a muddy manner. His arm slowly relaxed from Song Yuzhang's waist. There seemed to be an attraction between his skin and Song Yuzhang's coat. Separated, abruptly, with a little pain.

Song Yuzhang stood indifferently, his face could almost be regarded as ungrateful.

Nie Yinbing loves him, there is no doubt about it, as long as he responds a little, that spark will immediately turn into a prairie fire.

Song Yuzhang couldn't respond, didn't want to respond, and didn't want to respond.

He believes that Nie Yinbing will love him, love him with all his heart, and obey his every word. He will squander Nie Yinbing's love uncontrollably and make Nie Yinbing a dog by his side.

Such a Nie Yinbing is too pitiful.

Most of Song Yuzhang's mind was rational, and he didn't want to harm a good man like Nie Yinbing for the rest of his life because of his loneliness for a while.

The breeze passed between the two, Song Yuzhang said: "I'm leaving."

Nie Yinbing looked at him, as if controlled by an invisible force, his hand lost strength, and the spark that burst out in an instant was staggered and extinguished in Song Yuzhang's calm.

"Old Li—"

"Eh--"

The driver ran out again as if flashing out of the field. The car started, and Song Yuzhang was bouncing slightly in the car. He asked the driver, "Are you still chasing?"

The driver rolled his eyes leisurely, "No, I'm not chasing you."

Song Yuzhang said "hmm" and closed his eyes calmly.

Nie Yinbing has a solid eye, and he will be especially stubborn when he can't figure it out, but it usually takes a moment to figure it out.

He waited for Nie Yinbing to figure it out by himself.

Song Yuzhang devoted himself to the construction of the arsenal, and after a while, he quietly celebrated his birthday.

In fact, he doesn't celebrate his birthday.

As a liar, everything about him needs to be kept secret so that no one can see through.

He wouldn't even reveal his name, let alone his date of birth.

What if someone uses his birthday horoscope to do it?

Song Yuzhang behaved very normally on this day, went to and from work as usual, passed by the cake shop, and bought a small cake casually.

It's just one piece, one-eighth of the big cake, a triangle with sharp corners, but it tastes very sweet. Song Yuzhang took a deep breath while holding the chestnut cake in his arms, feeling very good.

For dinner, he ordered the kitchen to prepare noodles, and noodles were often made for supper in the kitchen. Of course, he didn't know that these were longevity noodles prepared by Song Yuzhang for himself.

After Song Yuzhang finished eating the noodles and still had a lot of room in his stomach, he also ate the piece of chestnut cake. Because of his good appetite, he continued to pour himself a drink. When he was enjoying himself, Liu Chuanzong came.

Liu Chuanzong didn't come to the Song family easily, but today it's strange.

Song Yuzhang was a little drunk, and because it was his birthday, he went out to greet him with a wine bottle.

"Old Liu..." Song Yuzhang's shirt was slightly disheveled, and he walked towards the steps with a smile on his face, "Come on, come in and have a drink with me."

Liu Chuanzong had a serious face, put his hands on his sides, and said respectfully and in a low voice: "Meng Tingjing is back."

Song Yuzhang was a little dazed. He didn't care much about Meng Tingjing's whereabouts. Meng Tingjing went out to sea all day long, and he couldn't care less. He didn't know what Liu Chuanzong meant, so he said "um", the tone of "um" was tactful, with doubts.

Liu Chuanzong's face was tense, not relaxed, "He went to Nancheng, and it is said that he came back with a warrant from his superiors to join the arsenal."