Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang sat in a cargo box, and Xiao Fengxian was in another box next to him. Fu Mian took a special look at him, "You don't want to kill me, I'll keep it for you."

Xiao Fengxian was tightly tied up, still thin, but she was still alive, she opened her eyes after hearing the voice, and briefly looked at Song Yuzhang, tears rolled out of her eyes immediately.

Song Yuzhang seemed to look better than before, and he wanted to take a second look at him before he was pushed into the box.

Fu Mian covered the box for him, and said in a cheerful tone, "Go home."

The cargo ship docked.

The entourage carried bags by bags and boxes by boxes.

The hot summer in the small southern town carries the fragrance of green grass and flowers. After a bombing a few years ago, the survivors rebuilt the small town reluctantly, and it looks good again now.

Many women by the river were beating their clothes. Seeing Fu Mian getting off the boat, they greeted Fu Mian generously and warmly, "Boss Fu is back."

Fu Mian stepped on the bluestone slab, put down his robe, and smiled gracefully at everyone, "I'm back."

In the small town of Qingxi, Boss Fu is the most popular person.

The hospitals and schools in the small town were all built with money after Boss Fu came. Boss Fu descended from the sky, like an out-of-this-world expert, and turned Qingxi into a small home for living and working with his own efforts.

Fu Mian got on the horse, and his attendants carried the boxes onto the carriage. Song Yuzhang listened to the sound of the horse's hooves and wheels rolling over the bluestone slabs in the narrow box, and he was finally sure in his heart that he was indeed "going home".

Qingxi, his real hometown.

The carriage entered through the side door of the house, and two attendants carried the box into the house and put the box down.

Song Yuzhang lay there for a long time before the box was opened.

Fu Mian squatted in front of the box with a refreshed look on his face, "You're not bored, are you?"

Song Yuzhang said: "Where is Fengxian?"

"He's in another yard," Fu Mian said kindly, "Don't worry, I will take good care of him."

Song Yuzhang was pulled up, came out of the box, and saw the whole picture of the house.

The house is magnificent, the furniture is well placed and not messy, all are made of good wood, and even when the light in the house is not enough, they all shine beautifully.

A red sandalwood canopy bed was placed against the wall in the room. The bright red bed curtain was hung by the golden hooks on both sides, and the dark yellow tassels hung softly. Song Yuzhang was put on the bed, and the bed was covered with a bright red quilt. The quilt is covered with gold and silver threads, embroidered with patterns of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Fu Mian untied the ropes on his wrists and ankles, and then began to unbutton his own collar.

"It's still not easy to do things on the ship." Fu Mian pulled away the black robe, threw it aside casually, and looked at Song Yuzhang with a smile, "Today, we can catch up on the old days."

This is the first time that Fu Mian stripped naked in front of Song Yuzhang after their reunion.

The young master with thin skin and tender flesh turned into a muscular young man with sun-tanned skin and a long scar on his abdomen, which ran from his chest to his stomach. It looked as if someone stabbed him head-on .

Seeing Song Yuzhang staring at the scar on his body, Fu Mian smiled, and grabbed Song Yuzhang's hand to touch the scar, "How does it feel?"

Song Yuzhang raised his face, "When did you get hurt?"

Fu Mian lowered his face, took his hand and kissed the red mark on his wrist, and smiled at him sideways, "I won't tell you."

The canopy bed was big and strong, but it was loud and creaked, and the embroidery on the quilt made Song Yuzhang's bright red back itchy.

Fu Mian fucked him three times, the two of them had no exchange, just sex, like a mating of animals.

After the matter was over, Fu Mian hugged him from behind and stroked Song Yuzhang's chest bit by bit, "Why are you so good today?"

Song Yuzhang stretched out his hand to cover the left hand he was caressing on his chest, "Where did the injury come from?"

Fu Mian smiled and pinched him hard, "Guess."

Song Yuzhang stopped talking, and his fingers were embedded in Fu Mian's. Fu Mian pinched his fingers hard, bowed his head and bit his neck again.

After Fu Mian left, Song Yuzhang lay on the bed for a while before sitting up.

His body was sticky and he hadn't cleaned it up yet, so Song Yuzhang got out of bed barefoot and looked around the room.

There are no windows in the room, and it looks very dark in broad daylight. The door is hollowed out, allowing a little light to come in. Song Yuzhang stood in front of the door and looked towards the yard. In the yard, a huge osmanthus tree grew all the way to the outside of the yard. There are mountains and water, flowers and leaves, and the scenery is as beautiful as a painting.

The year he escaped with Chunxing, Qingxi was bombed.

The small apartment where he and Little Cherry lived should have been razed to the ground long ago.

But that tree was all too familiar.

Song Yuzhang leaned on the door, as if he saw his young self squatting under a tree watching ants.

At that time, he was still young and could not lie. He opened his mouth just to imitate his mother and be a whore.

Song Yuzhang lowered his eyes, turned around and scanned the room again, but he couldn't see what it looked like back then anyway.

In the evening, Fu Mian came to bring him food and water, Song Yuzhang said: "I have a fever again."

"Fever?" Fu Mian put the dishes on the table and smiled, "Isn't that a good thing? I like it."

Song Yuzhang put his hands on his abdomen, "I suffered from an old injury, and my lungs have not healed. If I have such repeated fevers, my lungs will be damaged. If the lungs are damaged, people will not be able to live. If I cannot survive, you will have nowhere to vent your anger."

Hearing this, Fu Mian raised his eyelashes and looked over with a smile on his face. Song Yuzhang stood very straight, his face was always a little sick, but it could be seen that he was still a handsome and handsome man. The stack of side dishes flew out, splashing Song Yuzhang all over.

"Excuse me? Do you think I'm expressing my anger at you?"

"I should have shown you my temper."

Fu Mian pulled the clothes from the closet and threw them at Song Yuzhang's feet, "Put them on."

Song Yuzhang didn't move, "If you want to vent your anger on Fengxian, you might as well direct it on me. I'm the one who's sorry for you. Involving others will only make me more and more unable to let him go."

Fu Mian sneered, "Give you a good face, and you'll come and rub your nose against me. It seems that I didn't treat you honestly this afternoon."

Song Yuzhang was pressed on the table and did it again. This time, he was not "good". He reached out to hug Fu Mian's neck and kissed him vigorously. Fu Mian could treat Song Yuzhang as he wanted. Song Yuzhang, but he couldn't see Song Yuzhang taking the initiative to him, if Song Yuzhang raised his head to kiss him, he would have to pinch Song Yuzhang's neck, but Song Yuzhang didn't care, wrapped his hands around him tightly, and called him "A Mian" again and again.

Fu Mian angrily threw him back on the bed, and this time he beat Song Yuzhang so hard that he was speechless.

Changing clothes for the limp Song Yuzhang himself, Fu Mian carried him away, saying that he would take him to see and see.

Fu Mian walked with Song Yuzhang in his arms for at least ten minutes. Song Yuzhang looked drowsy in his arms, but his eyes shot out from under his eyelashes, secretly memorizing the route in the courtyard.

Judging from the sunshine outside, Song Yuzhang found himself living in the northwest corner of the house.

Suddenly, Song Yuzhang grabbed Fu Mian by the collar, Fu Mian lowered his head, his eyes were very unfriendly, Song Yuzhang said: "This is where I lived when I was young, isn't it?"

Fu Mian smiled at him, "That's right, it's the land where you and your bitch lived, the building was blown up, look how nice I am, I'll give you back a home," Fu Mian carried him all the way forward, walking He said, "From now on, you can stay here with peace of mind. Don't worry, I will love you more than Ma Ji, and support you until you die."

Song Yuzhang knew that Fu Mian had dug out his details, so he was not alarmed at this moment. After a while, his heart started beating nervously again, and he thought of Chunxing.

Song Yuzhang's heart tightened, and he was even a little hard to hold on to himself. If it was just a little phoenix, Song Yuzhang was still [-]% sure that he would be able to escape with him. Xing's family, then it will be really difficult for him.

"Why are you shaking?" Fu Mian seemed very interested in Song Yuzhang's trembling, "Afraid of meeting someone you don't want to see?"

Now Song Yuzhang was completely sure.

It is said that if you know yourself and the enemy, you can fight a hundred battles, but for the current Fu Mian, Song Yuzhang knows too little about his experience, temperament, means, power... These things, even Fu Mian's feelings for him are difficult for him to define. As a result, in such a situation, Song Yuzhang thought that all he could do was stop still, and see how many tricks Fu Mian had.

The more Fu Mian exposed, the more beneficial he was. After Fu Mian revealed the news of his father's death on the boat that day, he ignored him before getting off the boat.

Song Yuzhang judged others by himself, thinking that Fu Mian should have regretted it, knowing that he said too much and would reveal his flaws.

Song Yuzhang was unbearably apprehensive, but he finally calmed down after entering the small courtyard.

The more nervous he is, the calmer he is, this is his personality.

The scenery in the courtyard is quite different from his room, there is no landscape, but there are two wide round pillars, beside the pillars are two large vats, the wall is very high, surrounded by trees, it looks like a gloomy nest.

Chunxing... Song Yuzhang silently recited this sour and sweet name, only sour in his heart, not sweet.

He imagined Chun Xing's face, Chun Xing's voice, Chun Xing crying and calling him young master, and then someone dragged out of the room.

The man was simply dragged out, his legs sat on the ground, like two soft noodles, gliding across the ground, he was dressed neatly, but just like Xiao Fengxian, he looked bruised and bruised. , how to look like a man.

Fu Mian had already sat down, letting Song Yuzhang sit on his lap.

"Recognize it carefully, do you still recognize it?"

The man was pulled up and tied horizontally to the column. The followers seemed to be used to this kind of work, their hands and feet were extremely nimble, and they tied the man upright round and round. At the same time, for the convenience of watching, they also pulled up the man head, allowing his face to show through half-length hair.

Song Yuzhang was stunned.

"This person is extremely stupid and likes to make his own decisions. He is really annoying. He almost ruined my business." Fu Mian smiled softly at Song Yuzhang, "It made me very angry."

Song Yuzhang stared at Song Jincheng, who had his eyes closed tightly, and turned his head little by little, "What do you mean?"

Fu Mian pulled Song Yuzhang's arm, turned his head and said lazily, "Wake people up."

"Yes."

The attendants skilfully scooped water from the tank, added some coarse salt to the water, and splashed it on Song Jincheng's body with a "wow".

Song Jincheng screamed and opened his eyes. As soon as he opened his eyes, he screamed indiscriminately, speaking incoherently, roughly begging for mercy. The followers untied the whips on their waists and whipped them up without ordering.

After Song Jincheng barked twice, he stopped barking.

Song Yuzhang saw that his chest was bulging like a fish in a frying pan, but he couldn't escape the falling whip, tears flowed down his face, and his face was distorted to the point of horror.

Song Yuzhang has always disliked Song Jincheng, but he didn't feel happy seeing him in such a miserable state. He grabbed Fu Mian's hand and said, "Why is that? I have nothing to do with him."

After hearing this, Fu Mian smiled heartily, and scratched Song Yuzhang's nose affectionately with his fingers, "Silly Zhuqing, you are so smart, so you were sometimes confused. If it wasn't for him, how could you have sustained the injury for so long? tell me to wait?"