Song Yuzhang

There was a dead silence in the cabin, but Fu Mian suddenly smiled and said briskly: "Zhu Qing, you want to lie to me again?"

Song Yuzhang stopped talking.

He didn't speak, Fu Mian smiled for a while and then stopped. Instead, he grabbed his collar and pulled him up forcefully. His eyes stared at Song Yuzhang's eyes like judgment. Song Yuzhang's eyes were still full of tears. The pulse is full of affection, but that's just the appearance.

"What you said is true?" Fu Mian said in a cold voice.

Song Yuzhang didn't look at him, his gaze fell obliquely on the raised quilt in the inner corner of the bed.

Fu Mian forcibly stretched out his hand and turned his face away, the expression on his face was clearly uncontrollable, "Answer me."

Song Yuzhang remained silent, but Fu Mian suddenly felt an evil fire rising from his stomach, and his palms were trembling a little. He paused every word, and said through gritted teeth: "Smuggle——"

Song Yuzhang smiled suddenly, and looked at Fu Mian softly, "Coincidentally, he also likes to call me that."

The fire rushed to the forehead, and when Fu Mian swung his arm and wanted to slap Song Yuzhang's face without thinking, Song Yuzhang suddenly rushed forward.

For these few days, Song Yuzhang has been ill and appeared very weak, which is indeed the case. He was injured and did not receive careful care. He was short of food and drink. It is true that he did not retain much physical strength, but his soul and will The power is unprecedentedly strong.

Meng Tingjing is still looking for him, Xiao Fengxian is also waiting for him, the arsenal, the bank, the chamber of commerce...everything that he managed to get...can't just be ruined like this!

Song Yuzhang rushed forward, and the target was Fu Mian's neck. Fu Mian used to be a fair and handsome young master, but now he has been reborn, very strong and strong, and immediately twisted into a ball with Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang hung his wrists all night, and he didn't have much strength at all. His purpose was not to strangle Fu Mian to death. He barely pinched Fu Mian's neck with his palm, but he lowered his head and kissed him.

Fu Mian was slightly taken aback, his lips had already been moistened by Song Yuzhang.

"roll--"

Fu Mian tore Song Yuzhang away from him as if he had been greatly insulted.

Song Yuzhang pressed his aching chest, leaned back against the wall, panting slightly, "A Mian, don't you think he is very similar to you in the past?"

Fu Mian was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Hearing this, he paused his palm and glanced over sharply.

Song Yuzhang met his eyes, and no one could see the meaning in their eyes. Song Yuzhang suddenly lowered his eyes and coughed again. His face was flushed from coughing, and he was almost about to die. Fu Mian watched coldly for a while, and then got down. The bed turned and left.

After the cabin door was closed, Song Yuzhang gradually stopped coughing.

He coughed a lot, and coughing has become his new ability, and he can easily confuse the fake with the real one.

Song Yuzhang leaned back against the bulkhead, closed his eyes, and finally had a clean and comfortable time to think carefully.

With no other choice, he had to cheat again.

Song Yuzhang coughed lightly.

Ah Mian, don't blame me.

Meng Tingjing stopped two more cargo ships in the south, and when they returned to the ship, they finally fell down. The soldiers rejoiced and asked the original captain to turn the ship back.

Meng Tingjing woke up after being in a coma for two hours, and learned that the ship did not get angry even on the return voyage.

Failure to find Song Yuzhang at the best time, and wandering around aimlessly with so-called intuition has lost its meaning.

Time to calm down.

Meng Tingjing gradually changed from agitated to calm in the wind blowing from the water, but the bent fingers of her left hand were still twitching unconsciously.

Back in Guantu, the people from the 23rd Division who went to inspect the small roads said that they had clues, and there were traces of convoys on several small roads that were usually inaccessible.

When Meng Tingjing heard it, he was a little confused again.

If the person who took away Song Yuzhang could prepare a corpse as imagined by Song Yuzhang in advance, he was definitely not an ordinary person, and it was a long-planned kidnapping.

Who knows if these traces are caused by that person?But what if it's false and real, and the real is false, that person really ran away with Song Yuzhang from Xiaolu, what if he missed it?Once he missed it, in the vast land, where would he go to find a "dead" Song Yuzhang?

What Meng Tingjing didn't know was that during the time he went out to find someone, the people from the 23rd Division had sent several telegrams to Haizhou to inform Haizhou of Song Yuzhang's death.

This was done by the chief of staff, the teacher swallowed the gold bars all by himself, the chief of staff was hot-eyed, hated others and hated himself, and wanted to send Meng Tingjing, the god of plague, away as soon as possible.

When Haizhouna received the news, it immediately spread like an explosion.

Meng Tingjing left in a hurry, and only told Meng Sushan to take care of things. Meng Sushan didn't know why Meng Tingjing left suddenly. She vaguely felt that something happened to Song Yuzhang, but she didn't expect that the news of Song Yuzhang's death would come!

Meng Sushan almost fainted on the spot, and then she sent several telegrams to Guan Tu, all to Meng Tingjing, with only one meaning: death cannot be resurrected, so hurry up and bring Song Yuzhang back, don't be stupid.

When Meng Tingjing received Meng Sushan's telegram, she was burned inside, and she couldn't really get angry with the chief of the 23rd Division.

The strong dragon does not suppress the top snake, this is what he asked Song Yuzhang to say.

Meng Tingjing closed the telegram, feeling an indescribable pain in his heart. He seemed to be trapped in the deep sea. There were countless fogs in front of him, and the waves were surging. If his feet sank, he would sink into the bottom of the sea. He wanted to go ashore, but he didn't know where the shore was. .

Song Yuzhang was thrown back to the warehouse again.

The warehouse was in disarray, the ground was covered with weeds, and the haystacks were thrown to the ground. Song Yuzhang touched a piece of hay and looked at it for a while, then put the hay in his mouth and started chewing, smiling as if there was nothing there. Laughing, he thought the place was so messy, it must be because of Meng Tingjing's copying.

When the warehouse fell into darkness, Fu Mian came. He came alone and brought porridge and medicine. He didn't say a word to Song Yuzhang, but just put the things down.

The porridge is white porridge. Song Yuzhang has always had a good appetite and a big appetite. He hasn't eaten it seriously in the past few days. He drank a bowl of white porridge very sweetly.

Fu Mian crossed his arms and leaned against the side of the warehouse, his whole body was almost hidden in the darkness.

After Song Yuzhang finished eating the porridge, he also took the medicine.

Anti-inflammatory drugs and anti-fever drugs are more expensive than gold, and they will also help his body recover, so there is no reason not to take them.

After eating, he sat for a while, turned around and buried the haystack again.

The warehouse was stuffy and cramped, and the smell floated in the air, eroding people's senses pervasively. Fu Mian put down his hands and walked over. After squatting down, he lifted Song Yuzhang's injured leg.

Song Yuzhang lay on his side, indifferent as if he was asleep.

Fu Mian untied the gauze on his leg.

The process of untying the gauze was very painful, Song Yuzhang's feet were tense, Fu Mian's palm touched his toes, pinched his big toes, Song Yuzhang's feet trembled slightly, and he dodged backwards.

The medicinal powder was sprinkled on his legs, hot and cool. Song Yuzhang's calf trembled slightly in Fu Mian's palm, knowing that it was a good medicine.

"How did you know him?"

Fu Mian's voice was calm and gentle.

Song Yuzhang put his hands under his face, and looked casually at a point in the dark night, "I was caught in a storm at sea, he saved me, and mistook me for the fifth young master of the Song family, so he met me by accident. gone."

A new gauze was pasted on the wound, Fu Mian wrapped it around and said, "And then?"

"When I woke up from a coma, he was the first thing I saw. His appearance was similar to yours, and he was all white and clean. I liked it very much in my heart."

Song Yuzhang said it plainly, without emotion, purely as a memory of the past.

Fu Mian bandaged him very steadily, and his voice was also cold and calm, "Continue talking."

"say what?"

Fu Mian bandaged his legs, and suddenly he also lay down.

He and Song Yuzhang lay face to face in the haystack.

He didn't have a lamp, and the warehouse was dark, except for the reflection of two pairs of eyes facing each other.

"Tell me how you got on."

Fu Mian's breath blows towards his face, it is actually warm and soft.

Song Yuzhang smiled lightly, "I'm such a person, if I see one and love the other, there's nothing to say, I like it, and then I get it, it's that simple."

Fu Mian also smiled, "Just like you did to me back then."

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you get me?"

Song Yuzhang was silent for a long time, and he said slowly: "I have already said why, but you don't believe it."

Fu Mian didn't speak anymore, he put his arms around Song Yuzhang's waist, and gently hugged Song Yuzhang into his arms, "Zhuqing."

"Ah."

"I'll give you a chance to prove that you're telling the truth, okay?"

"it is good."

Fu Mian stroked Song Yuzhang's hair, and said softly, "Go and kill that actor with your own hands, and I will believe what you said is true."

Song Yuzhang remained motionless.

"Since you love me, why don't you even want to do such a small thing? But killing an actor can resolve the misunderstanding between us, shouldn't it be difficult for you?" Fu Mian slowly curled Song Yuzhang's hair on the temples, bowed his head In the dark, he rubbed his lips over his face, "Or in your heart, an actor is more important than me?"

"He's innocent."

"I know," Fu Mian reached down and shook Song Yuzhang's hand. Song Yuzhang's hand was neither soft nor hard, with distinct joints and low heat, like a piece of warm jade, "but I just want you to kill him with your own hands. Just treat it as a way to please me, can't you? Zhuqing..."

Fu Mian's voice was soft and sweet, reminding Song Yuzhang of the young master who was like a flower in the past, coquettishly asking Ye Zhuqing to accompany him to the park, but now his request is to let him kill someone.

Song Yuzhang was not disappointed and surprised, he knew very well that Fu Mian was no longer the former Fu Mian, and if he wanted to deceive him again, it would definitely not be done with a few sweet words.

Song Yuzhang said: "I can't do that."

Fu Mian smiled in his ear, "I knew it, you are full of nonsense about not needing money."

After he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed Song Yuzhang's neck again.

Song Yuzhang's whole head sank into the soft haystack.

Hay rustled down and buried his entire face, and he heard Fu Mian's cold voice in the unbearable suffocation: "The first time I was deceived by you, I was stupid, and I have already paid for my stupidity and superficiality." The price, now is the time to rectify."

Difficult gasps came from the dry grass, Fu Mian estimated the time and withdrew his hand, he stood up and looked down at the figure buried in the dry grass, with a strong light in his eyes, he pulled the man out of the dry grass again.

Nose to nose, eyes to eyes, Fu Mian stared at Song Yuzhang's sparkling eyes, and said calmly: "My father is dead, I am so mad at you."

Song Yuzhang's breathing stagnated, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"I don't blame you," Fu Mian actually laughed, "I'm stupid and cheap, and that's all my retribution."

Song Yuzhang coughed lowly, and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry for you..."

"No, no, don't say these things," Fu Mian turned his face sideways, rubbing the bridge of his nose with Song Yuzhang's, "I will pay for my own debts, so there is no need for you to say such hypocritical things, if it wasn't for today If it fell into my hands, would you think of coming to me and saying 'I'm sorry'? Why don't you continue to be the chairman of your chamber of commerce? Zhuqing, I know what you are, so you don't have to put on an air in front of me."

Fu Mian pressed Song Yuzhang's lips lightly, "So don't say those high-sounding words in front of me in the future, what do you like, what do you like me, what are you sorry for, these words..." Fu Mian pressed Song Yuzhang's lips, shaking the trembling lips. A little bit passed to Song Yuzhang, "It made me sick to hear it."