Song Yuzhang

The rescue ship from the police station came back and brought back many remains. The police station was crowded with people who went to identify the dead bodies, and the entrance of the police station was also lined up with coffins.

"Fifth Master, just tell me, I'll just go and look for you, it's a mess inside right now."

"It's okay, you don't know me, just stay in the car and wait for me."

Song Yuzhang got out of the car, and the driver watched him off reluctantly. The fifth master was so good-looking that he quickly became the star in the eyes of all the servants of the Song family.

Song Yuzhang put on a hat and entered the police station with his head down. The police station was very noisy. It seemed that the aftermath of the storm was still reverberating in the world, bringing continuous misery and crying.

Song Yuzhang said he came to identify the corpse.

The inspector asked him, "What's your name?"

Song Yuzhang's hand was pressing on the hat, and he was at a loss for words. What he said to the Song family was to see how the students who returned to China with him were doing. It would be easy to make up names. On the board in his hand, Song Yuzhang whispered: "The surname is Zhao."

The patrolman turned two pages, glanced down, and asked, "Zhao what?"

Zhao what...

Song Yuzhang didn't expect that in such a chaotic situation, the policeman would have to match the name, and make up random nonsense to be on the missing list. That was too far-fetched, so he simply put down his hand and raised the brim of his hat with his palm, revealing most of his face , "Sorry, I only know his English name is Stephen." He smiled wryly at the patrol.

His heart ached from his laughter, and he hurriedly said, "My condolences."

There are too many corpses, and the morgue is not enough. There are corpses covered with white cloths lying in the corridors on both sides. The weather is getting hotter and the smell is very unpleasant. The white cloth was lifted to see that the faces of the corpses salvaged from the sea were soaked and deformed. Song Yuzhang didn't recognize the real Young Master Song, so he could only identify from the clothes to see which one was the young master's attire.

However, these unclaimed corpses are almost all in tattered clothes. Song Yuzhang thought that some of these people were stowaways, and some were workers on the ship. They may not be from Haizhou, and they have no relatives in Haizhou. No body was collected.

If he died in the sea, he might be one of them lying there too.

After looking at all the corpses, Song Yuzhang has never found anyone who looked a little like a young master. He suspected that those patrolmen would strip off all the good things on the corpse before they brought it back, but even so, it is not necessary to take off the corpse. The clothes, none of them looked like Young Master Song, could it be that they were taken back by mistake?

The smell was too pungent, so Song Yuzhang had no choice but to go out first and find the policeman who let him in.

"Are all the remains here?"

"Yes, you didn't find your friend?"

Song Yuzhang was sad and silent.

"Hey, it might have been left in the sea."

There is also this possibility... Song Yuzhang said: "How will these unclaimed remains be disposed of?"

"The corpse was buried in a mass grave for three days, and no one claimed it."

Song Yuzhang nodded, feeling a throbbing in his heart, as if he was lying in the messy corridor along with those nameless corpses.

If he died like that, it would indeed be a normal end.

Then we should cherish this second life with a name and surname like rebirth even more.

Song Yuzhang said: "I'll come back in three days. No one here will take them. I'll pay for their coffins. I'll trouble you to bury them properly."

The patrolman was taken aback for a moment, then said: "Are you?"

Song Yuzhang hesitated for a moment and said, "Song Yuzhang."

When he came out, Song Yuzhang brought some money, which was in a drawer in his room, and he gave part of it to the police as a "deposit".

After finishing these things, Song Yuzhang returned to the car, and the driver hurriedly said, "Master Wu, do you want to go back?"

"Well, go back."

Song Yuzhang inevitably had some smell on his body. He was afraid of smothering the driver, so he rolled down the window a small gap to blow away the smell on his body.

It was the smell of death and dilapidation, reminding him of the day when he went to the police station to recognize Little Cherry. Little Cherry was a gun in his chest, so he was still very beautiful, with a pale face and bright red lips. No matter how old Song Yuzhang was, Her mouth is "baby".

No one ever called him "Baby" in such a loving tone.

Song Yuzhang's face was pale, and he gradually felt a nervous abnormality in the wind of corpse odor.

That abnormal feeling has been lingering in the police station all the time. Song Yuzhang thought he was hurting others, so he didn't think much about it. Picture - the policeman is holding a board with two sheets of snow-white paper sandwiched between them. On the paper are written a series of names, all of which are poor people who have disappeared.

When the police took it, it was half upright, but he put it down later, Song Yuzhang also took a look, took the opportunity to pass by the column of Zhao's surname, and stole a name to make sure of the book.

What's unusual about this picture?

How could it suddenly flash in his mind?

As usual, Song Yuzhang hid that intuitive vigilance in a corner of his heart.

Not letting go of the slightest detail, this can be regarded as his occupational disease.

Song Yuzhang raised his head, and smiled in the gradually cleansing wind, wondering whether he should correct this problem or not?

The young masters of the Song family were all busy, and they all went out early in the morning. Song Yuzhang was the last to leave and the first to return. The Song family was still quiet. Song Yuzhang asked Meng Sushan, and the girl said that Meng Sushan had gone out to make clothes.

Then, he is the only one in the huge Song family palace now.

Song Yuzhang likes to be alone, and at the same time he can't stand loneliness, but now is not a good time to find someone to accompany him. He is now the innocent Fifth Master Song. After thinking about it, Song Yuzhang finally thought of a good place.

Unfortunately, Song Yuzhang went, Song Zhenqiao had just had lunch and fell asleep.

"Then I'll wait here."

The nurse blushed and nodded.

Song Yuzhang sat down on the sofa in the ward. There was a newspaper beside the sofa. He picked it up and read it. The front page of the newspaper was about the severe sea storm.

As a person who witnessed it, Song Yuzhang directly skimmed the report, turned a page, and turned to the second page. The second page serialized an erotic novel. Lips and thighs, and a little bolder than the poet, mentioning white breasts.

Song Yuzhang didn't have the slightest interest in women, but this didn't stop him from watching it with gusto, washing away all his melancholy all morning.

The serialized articles are as short as a mouse's tail, and the ending still stops at a very crucial part. The widow is about to invite the coachman upstairs!

What do you do after you have hired the coachman to go upstairs?

Song Yuzhang spread out the newspaper in his hands, and imagined it absently. He was not interested in the coachman, because most of the coachmen were dark and rough, which did not meet his aesthetics. Widows... Song Yuzhang smiled and shook his head. Of course, the little widow is very cute Yes, but he only likes men.

Song Yuzhang thought of Chen Hanmin again, and he didn't regret rejecting Chen Hanmin, because he really didn't like Chen Hanmin anymore.

Song Yuzhang is very clear that he is just a leisurely pastime for Chen Hanmin. He has been in Anjin for half a year, and he is honestly equivalent to a monk. People would not talk about love with him.

Just like this little widow, could it be that she wants to fall in love with the coachman?The only reason for looking for the coachman is because it is easy to use and can be kicked away at any time.

Song Yuzhang did the same to Chen Hanmin.

Song Yuzhang didn't feel that he was heartless at all, because he told Chen Hanmin from the beginning that he was looking for him for entertainment, and he didn't lie to him that he loved him.

When it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhenqiao woke up. When he woke up, he was surprised to find that Song Yuzhang had come. A few days ago, several brothers came together, and there was a lot of chaos. Having enough food and enough energy, I leaned on two soft pillows on my back and started talking to my son whom I hadn't seen for more than 20 years.

Before Song Zhenqiao woke up, Song Yuzhang had already inquired about it from the nurse. The nurse said that Song Zhenqiao had a cerebral infarction and was accompanied by a series of small and tormenting ailments. Delay for a day, time is running out.

Song Yuzhang was happy at first, because when Song Zhenqiao died, he would obviously get a large sum of money. With that money, he could go abroad to live a new life, and then he naturally felt sad. After all, it was a human life.

Song Zhenqiao spoke slowly, and was struggling due to illness. Although Song Yuzhang listened very hard, he listened patiently. He wanted to get more information about "Song Yuzhang" from Song Zhenqiao, the better.

However, to his disappointment, Song Zhenqiao didn't know much more about "Song Yuzhang" than he did.

The father and son really had no communication for 20 years. Song Zhenqiao sent three telegrams before Song Yuzhang reluctantly agreed to return to China to see him.

"Yuzhang..." Song Zhenqiao's cloudy eyes fainted with tears, "Father, I'm sorry..."

Song Yuzhang also felt sad.

Song Zhenqiao was indeed sorry for this son.

If he hadn't insisted on young master Song returning to China, perhaps this young master would not have died in the icy sea water.

When he left the ward, Song Yuzhang was still in a bad mood. He sighed deeply, and said to himself, "Burn more paper money!"

Song Yuzhang went to the doctor's place to care about Song Zhenqiao's condition, and when he got an ambiguous reply, he was immediately disappointed.

He came to the hospital to fulfill his filial piety for Young Master Song, and to inquire about the date of Song Zhenqiao's death. It's a pity that he did both.

Song Yuzhang regretfully left the hospital lobby and walked on the beautiful cobblestone road.

"Dad, that brother looks really good-looking."

Song Yuzhang suddenly heard such a sentence. It came from behind him, probably not far from him. It was the voice of a little boy. Song Yuzhang didn't think about himself, but the little boy's words were clear and pleasant, and very loud. Song Yuzhang Just noticed it.

"He's got a hat on and I know he's good looking."

When Song Yuzhang heard it, he laughed immediately, which should be talking about him.

He didn't hear another person's voice, thinking that the little boy didn't know how to deal with the world, and his voice was loud. His father must have lowered his voice to talk to him, so he only heard the little boy talking to himself. He spoke in a calm manner, and Song Yuzhang could roughly guess what the boy's father said.

"Am I loud?"

The boy was full of confusion, and Song Yuzhang couldn't help laughing anymore. He turned around with a smile, and saw a tall and straight man holding a boy about four or five years old in his arms. .

The man was wearing a well-fitting Chinese tunic suit, with a black pen clipped on his chest. He was too old-fashioned and solemn, and his face was also the most traditionally handsome. The boy in his arms was similar to him, cute, smart, and full of innocence. The combination of big and small is quite interesting.

Seeing this scene, Song Yuzhang smiled again, and the father and son froze since he turned his head. Song Yuzhang held back his smile, and looked at the little boy with round eyes, "You look pretty, too."

The little boy blushed all of a sudden, and when he realized it, he hurriedly hid himself on his father's shoulder.

The man has regained his composure, "I'm sorry, my son is shameless, I offended you."

Song Yuzhang shook his head, made this little joke, turned around and left.