Song Yuzhang

Zhang Changshan sent three telegrams, each of which was more urgent than the other. The younger brother secretly ran to Yeyang, and the older brother was very anxious in the rear. He tried to persuade him but couldn't come back. He could only think of various ways to save his younger brother's life. Deep in the quagmire, no one wants to get up.

I don't know why Zhang Changshan thought of Nie Yinbing. Nie Yinbing and Zhang Changyuan were classmates, and they were the first students in school. At that time, Nie Yinbing's teacher was now in a high position. The relationship was not very warm, Zhang Changshan didn't care about the relationship between the two, he took the gold bars and went to ask for help, he really asked Nie Yinbing for a teacher position, and asked him to quickly take the team to Yeyang for support.

Song Yuzhang read the telegram and scolded Zhang Changshan in his heart as a bastard, he would have to take care of his younger brother if he was going to die, if he was really so reluctant, why didn't he go to the front line to die himself!

Song Yuzhang closed the telegram with shaking hands, "Are you leaving now?"

"Yes, it has already been urged."

Yeyang's battle situation is now in the middle of the day, and Nie Yinbing has been dragging on for a while, in order to find the murderer of the bombing.

The fact that the murderer was not found only made Nie Yinbing more and more disappointed in himself.

He never felt that he was a useless person, but now he really felt a kind of loneliness and loneliness, like a gun hanging on the wall, occasionally picked up and just used to shoot wine bottles for fun powerless.

It can't go on like this anymore, if it goes on like this, his whole body will be ruined.

"Then go," Song Yuzhang slapped the telegram on the table, "I'll see you off."

Nie Yinbing remembered the last time, he stood still, Song Yuzhang patted his shoulder, "I'll see you off, I won't keep you, I know you want to go, go, this time, you're going to do it I won't stop you from what you really want to do."

Song Yuzhang's arm dropped, and Nie Yinbing's side hand moved slightly. For a moment, he wanted to grab Song Yuzhang's hand.

Nie Yinbing rode out of the city on horseback, accompanied by Song Yuzhang in a car. He still felt uncomfortable in his chest. He always breathed and stopped suddenly, and then he would feel particularly uncomfortable for one or two breaths. After the force was relieved, he recovered.

The hospital took X-rays and said that the lungs were not fully healed.

Song Yuzhang pressed his belly and swayed in the car. He didn't know what happened to him, and the people around him left one by one.

Song Yuzhang forced himself to drive negative thoughts out of his mind.

Nie Qingyun took Nie Bonian to see a doctor, and he is in good condition, so what's wrong?

Song Qiyuan went to Nancheng to visit Song Yekang, and then went to Yunyou, which was actually very unrestrained and at ease.

It is also a good thing that Xiao Fengxian is married and no longer sings.

Yu Feiyu is busy repairing the railway, which is a great thing.

It's all good, don't worry.

Song Yuzhang stared at Nie Yinbing's back on horseback through the car window.

This was the first time he saw Nie Yinbing in military uniform.

I still remember that when they first met, Song Yuzhang saw that Nie Yinbing had a mischievous aura, but he was wandering around the racecourse all day long, thinking that this man was just a showman, and a soldier who didn't go to the battlefield was a fart soldier.

Song Yuzhang suddenly felt a very strange pain, with a little impulse, he wanted to knock on the car window, go out and shout, "Nie Yinbing, I'm with you, you stay."

However, an impulse is just an impulse.

Song Yuzhang sat in the car, staggering, without saying a word.

Outside the city, Nie Yinbing reined in the horse, and Song Yuzhang asked the driver to stop the car. He opened the door and got out of the car, and Nie Yinbing got off the horse at the same time.

"Don't send it away."

Song Yuzhang looked at Nie Yinbing, but he still couldn't accept it.

"……Too dangerous."

Song Yuzhang whispered, what he said was completely uncontrollable.

Nie Yinbing stared at him, raised his hand, and stroked Song Yuzhang's black hair with his fingers wrapped in white gloves, smoothing his slightly messy hair from the wind, but the wind kept blowing, and his What you do is just in vain.

"Don't go."

Song Yuzhang still said it.

Nie Yinbing's eyes flickered slightly.

"Don't go," Song Yuzhang thought he was still selfish, he was selfish, "Stay, stay by my side, drink ice, I know you love me, stay, just treat it for me."

Nie Yinbing stared at him deeply, and took off his hat suddenly.

The hat blocked the blowing wind from the side, and also blocked the faces of the two of them. Nie Yinbing lowered his head slightly, and put his lips on Song Yuzhang's lips. The force was too gentle, and the time was too short. Nothing sharper than a gust of wind blowing by.

Song Yuzhang looked at Nie Yinbing, and could see clearly his unfriendly face from top to bottom, his long curly eyelashes trembled, "Don't die."

Nie Yinbing lowered his eyes and made a promise that he himself was not sure about, "I will not die."

Song Yuzhang's lips were slightly parted, and suddenly he raised his head slightly, and kissed Nie Yinbing's lips forcefully.

The breath in the lungs was painful like suffocation. Song Yuzhang extended the kiss to the limit. At the end he couldn't help it, his face turned pale. Nie Yinbing looked at his face and almost didn't want to leave. However, Song Yuzhang recovered quickly. He took Nie Yinbing's hat, stepped back a little, and put the hat on Nie Yinbing.

"Not bad, very handsome."

Song Yuzhang suppressed his cough, "Come back early."

Nie Yinbing took one last look at him, turned around and got on the horse resolutely. He didn't look back, he was afraid that if he turned around, all his assumptions would be overthrown again.

He will live, live desperately, live to fight the world.

Although Nie Yinbing left, he did not walk blindly. He explained everything to Nie Mao. The second in command in the mine and the deputy in the arsenal reported to Song Yuzhang one by one. The two were indeed used together. Song Yuzhang still sent Liu Chu to take care of the arsenal. Now that Liu Chu can take care of himself, he should do something serious.

Meng Tingjing was not entirely happy when she heard that Nie Yinbing was on the battlefield.

It's always good to have one more person who loves Song Yuzhang, otherwise he and Song Yuzhang would be under pressure, how could they come to the rescue so quickly?

But after thinking about it, rescue is the next best thing, and what he should think about is how not to let Song Yuzhang fall into danger in the future.

Meng Tingjing immediately understood Nie Yinbing's intentions, and her mood suddenly became a little complicated.

If Nie Yinbing really had any results, it would be hard to say then.

But Nie Yinbing is like sawing a gourd with his mouth, and Song Yuzhang's mouth can't be idle at all. How can these two live together?

Meng Tingjing took his time, focused on self-cultivation, and decided not to pay attention to others. There are too many people who like Song Yuzhang, so he should take care of himself.

After Song Yuzhang was depressed for a few days, his mood turned slightly better. Meng Tingjing's fractured left hand recovered, but there were many injuries on his hand, and two joints were always slightly bent. Song Yuzhang's observation of the human body was instinctively careful, When he found out, he asked him what was going on.

"It's nothing, the doctor said it will be fine in two days."

Song Yuzhang's hands were covered with skin traumas, and the scars were gradually fading after the wounds healed. It was not easy to leave scars on his body. They were not peeled and fleshed, and they would heal when they grew long.

Song Yuzhang touched Meng Tingjing's hand, and lightly squeezed his bent joints, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Meng Tingjing held his hand backhand, "Do you really treat me like a bad face? A little injury is nothing."

Although Meng Tingjing said it lightly, the doctor said it was very clear that his two fingers were about to become disabled.

Meng Tingjing listened and told him not to tell anyone else, especially Song Yuzhang. He didn't want Song Yuzhang to feel sympathy for him because of this.

Besides, it is "probably" disabled, but it is not certain, maybe it will get better after a while, and his left hand is not his dominant hand, so it's no big deal.

The doctor didn't say anything, and Meng Tingjing didn't say anything, but Song Yuzhang had a vague guess in his heart, but he didn't expose it. Meng Tingjing is so arrogant, and it would be bad for both of them to tell the truth.

At the beginning of June, Nie Yinbing went to the front line of Yeyang. Song Yuzhang saw the news of his arrival in the newspaper. As for the situation of the battle, the newspaper didn't mention it.

Song Yuzhang didn't let Nie Mao tell Nie Qingyun and the others about the news that Nie Yinbing was on the front line.

In July, Yeyang won a great victory and the whole country was powered on. Song Yuzhang drank three cups that day, and his chest hurt the next day. He made up his mind to quit drinking in the future.

Nie Yinbing won a great victory on the front line, but Meng Tingjing suffered a great crime.

The weather was extremely hot, and the burns on Meng Tingjing's back had recovered, and the newly formed skin was so itchy that he went crazy, wishing he could soak in cold water every day for work.

"After this good news, is he coming back?"

Meng Tingjing was soaking in the bathtub, his right arm was slightly pink. Song Yuzhang sat aside and read the telegram sent from Nancheng, "Not necessarily, the big victory is a big victory, but it hasn't been completely wiped out. I guess we still have to fight."

Meng Tingjing let out a "hmm", stroked his right arm with his left arm, curled his fingers slightly, and his fingernails touched his freshly pink skin. Song Yuzhang glanced at his small movements, "Tough guy, can you bear it?"

Meng Tingjing argued, "I didn't catch it, I just touched it."

Song Yuzhang looked at him with a half-smile, Meng Tingjing's face turned reddish, he coughed lightly and then put down his hand.

Song Yuzhang was lucky and didn't get burned. He knew that the burn was the most unbearable at this time, so he continued to read the telegram with one hand, while reaching into the bathtub with the other hand to caress Meng Tingjing's right arm.

The current relationship between Song Yuzhang and Meng Tingjing can only be described as "unclear", affectionate and vague, but they have not really "revisited old dreams". Now Song Yuzhang is the only one by his side, he can take his time, this time he really can't fall out again.

Meng Tingjing made an extremely firm determination in her heart, and Fan Fan first looked at her two slightly curved fingers.

Song Yuzhang, but the person he wants to hold until he dies, isn't such a person worthy of his patience and change?

Although Meng Tingjing was touched to the point of distraction, his expression was still very serious.

Song Yuzhang felt a little hot from his arms to his back, "You soak in cold water every day, is there something wrong with it?"

"What's wrong?"

Song Yuzhang smiled at him cryptically.

Meng Tingjing didn't understand, and after a while her complexion gradually turned blue, and she said through gritted teeth, "You can come down and try."

Song Yuzhang glanced across the water waves, "Thank you for your kindness, I'm afraid of the cold."

Meng Tingjing stretched out his arm to pull him, Song Yuzhang said: "Don't get the telegram wet."

Meng Tingjing withdrew her hand, "Then go out and have a look."

Song Yuzhang was still stroking his back, "I'll go out and see, who can help you relieve the itching?"

Meng Tingjing really can't stand Song Yuzhang anymore. Why is this person so obscene?

Obscene is obscene, and not obscene to the end, just teasing him.

Meng Tingjing endured the words, thinking that this is also retribution?He had never treated Song Yuzhang like this before.

Song Yuzhang finished flipping through the telegram, and said to Meng Tingjing, "I want to go to Chongbei."

"Chongbei? What are you going there for?"

Song Yuzhang took a light breath, "There is someone I want."

"who?"

"An old engineer from the Chongbei Arsenal."

Meng Tingjing pondered for a while, "Are you on the line?"

"That's right, Zhang Changshan made a personal favor."

Meng Tingjing said: "Can't you send someone to fetch him?"

"The old man has a big temper, it's just to save face if he is willing to meet him."

"I'll go with you."

Song Yuzhang stroked Meng Tingjing's back again, and said with a smile: "Little boy, don't make bad ideas."

Meng Tingjing really wanted to grab him by the collar and push him into the bathtub, but he held back for a long time before saying, "Be good!"