Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang met Xiao Fengxian again.

This time Fu Mian was not present, Xiao Fengxian was lying on a wooden bed, awake, with a little flesh on her cheeks, and her hands finally didn't look like dead branches.

Song Yuzhang said, "I'm sorry."

With tears in her eyes, Xiao Fengxian danced and gestured, he was anxious, he was almost dying of anxiety, he wanted to tell Song Yuzhang that Meng Tingjing had come to look for him.

Song Yuzhang couldn't understand what he was gesturing excitedly, and spread his palms: "Fengxian, what do you want to say, write it in my palm."

Xiao Fengxian took his hand, and covered Song Yuzhang's palm with her tearful eyes in pain.

He can't write.

Xiaofengxian cried a lot, crying out of breath, Song Yuzhang held his disheveled head in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Stop crying, save your energy, and take good care of your body."

Xiaofengxian's two thin arms hugged Song Yuzhang's waist tightly, and her crying gradually subsided, and his eyes seemed to be washed with water, showing a little brilliance again.

Song Yuzhang inserted his fingers into his hair, leaned over slightly, and Xiao Fengxian shrank back immediately.

Song Yuzhang kissed him on the forehead.

"do not be afraid."

Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, and didn't finish his words as if he still had something to say.

Xiao Fengxian grabbed his arm, and also took a deep breath. He let out a "hmm", and gave a very clear answer to Song Yuzhang's unfinished words.

Song Yuzhang went out of the house, and Fu Mian was waiting for him with his hands behind his back. The weather outside was fine, the sky was as blue as a painting, and there was no cloud at all. Fu Mian was wearing a blue robe. The blue color seemed to be cut from the sky. human eye.

"It's over so soon?"

Fu Mian turned his face back, with a faint smile on his face, very gentle and beautiful.

Song Yuzhang said: "He is still very weak and needs more rest."

Fu Mian said "Oh", and took a fan in his hand and twirled it behind him, "I've seen you, and I put on your pants, how about me?"

Song Yuzhang walked up to him and kissed his face, "Okay."

Fu Mian looked at him with a slanted face, "Being so kind to you, why do you want to repay me so much to disgust me?"

Song Yuzhang smiled, opened his arms and hugged Fu Mian's shoulder, and leaned his face against his shoulder, "When you're not around, I don't even have anyone to talk to."

"Miss me?"

"think."

Fu Mian single put his arms around Song Yuzhang's waist, stared deeply for a while, then bowed his head and kissed him.

Song Yuzhang raised his head, and catered to the kiss very softly, Fu Mian was not irritable, and turned the force of the kiss into a spring breeze and drizzle.

"Look for a chance, I'll take you out for a walk." Fu Mian stroked Song Yuzhang's black hair.

Song Yuzhang said: "Aren't you afraid that I will run away?"

Fu Mian smiled, "Can you?"

Song Yuzhang smiled without saying a word, and rubbed his forehead on Fu Mian's shoulder.

Fu Mian began to treat Song Yuzhang kindly. He seemed to have vented all his anger, and he had vented enough. He gradually softened his attitude towards Song Yuzhang and spoke pleasantly. Is there any shadow of the past.

Song Yuzhang held hands with him, and said with a smile that he didn't remember much about his childhood.

It had just rained that day, and Fu Mian was spending time with Song Yuzhang on the bed.

The weather is hot, a cylinder of ice is placed in the house, the fan blows, and the coolness is very comfortable. Song Yuzhang does not sweat in leisure, but sweats a lot when he goes to bed, and his shoulders lie on the outer edge of the bed with white shoulders, blowing the wind greedily , Fu Mian sat beside him, scrolling a book with one hand, and stroking Song Yuzhang's back with the other.

Song Yuzhang's back is a long curve, which is very smooth from top to bottom, and a deep concave arc suddenly appears at the waist, and then it rises steeply and rounded. The quilt covers the waist, and the red and white are clearly thrilling. Fu Mian put down the book and kissed him on the waist, "How about tattooing a pair of butterflies for you here?"

Song Yuzhang smiled silently, "It's not that good."

"What's wrong?"

Fu Mian rubbed the skin on his waist together with the palm of his hand, it was greasy like suet.

"pain."

"Are you still afraid of pain?"

"I'm not afraid of pain," Song Yuzhang said leisurely, "I just don't want to suffer unnecessarily." Song Yuzhang turned his head and smiled at Fu Mian, "You can draw a pair if you like, today a butterfly, tomorrow a dragonfly, and the day after tomorrow a cricket, one pattern per day , how interesting."

Fu Mian lowered his head and bit his waist, "You are really eloquent."

Fu Mian really took what Song Yuzhang said seriously, and quickly asked someone to bring paints and brushes.

"I sweat a lot."

Fu Mian covered Song Yuzhang's waist with a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and Song Yuzhang said, "Let me read your book."

After a while, the book was thrown over. Song Yuzhang took the book and found that it was an ancient medical book. He only scanned a sentence, and the esoteric words gave him a headache.

There was a sudden chill on the waist, it was Fu Mian who wrote the pen.

Song Yuzhang laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

"itch."

"Be patient with the itch, don't move around," Fu Mian's tone was half-true and half-fake, like a joke, "Or tie it up and draw."

Song Yuzhang put the medical book under his eyelids, chewing it sentence by sentence, but he couldn't understand it, just as a pastime, he didn't think about it, Fu Mian was here, he never thought about it, his mind was empty, and he dutifully Make a doll.

The brush was dipped in paint, and it felt cool. Fu Mian seemed to be painting very smoothly. After a while, there was a "da" sound, and he changed the brush again.

The fine tipped lightly touched the water on the back, passed by, and suddenly became heavier. Song Yuzhang restrained himself, and still trembled occasionally.

"Don't shake," Fu Mian's fingertips slid across the concave curve of his back, "It's ruining my craftsmanship."

"Amian..."

Once Song Yuzhang's deep and magnetic voice became emotional, it would be fatal.

Fu Mian squeezed his heart, "Don't be fussy."

Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, "Then don't mess with me."

Fu Mian painted with one hand and played with it with the other. He placed Song Yuzhang in the palm of his hand. Song Yuzhang didn't say a word, and only breathed in his throat.

Fu Mian stopped writing halfway through the painting, "I really can't afford to mess with you."

The paint on the waist was still wet and couldn't be touched yet. Fu Mian grabbed Song Yuzhang's protruding curves below the waist with both hands, and kneaded it into various shapes. Looking at the dangling patterns on Song Yuzhang's waist, his eyes shone with cold excitement.

Fu Mian seemed really happy, told Song Yuzhang to put on his clothes, and said that he would take Song Yuzhang out once.

Song Yuzhang said: "Isn't it dry yet?"

Fu Mian was getting dressed, turned around and smiled while putting on, "Don't want to go out?"

"It's natural to think about it," Song Yuzhang said, "I'm very happy that you are willing to take me out."

Fu Mian finished fastening the buttons, pinched his chin, lowered his head and kissed his lips, "Zhuqing, you are so cheap now, which makes me very happy."

Song Yuzhang smiled indifferently, shamelessly.

The servant brought the water. Before Song Yuzhang washed it, he deliberately went to look in the bronze mirror. It was painted on his waist, so he couldn't see it easily. He twisted and twisted to find the angle. Fu Mian came over and hugged him , "Twist again, don't go out."

Song Yuzhang put his arm on his shoulder, "What did you draw?"

Fu Mian smiled suddenly, "Guess."

Song Yuzhang stood in front of the bathtub, soaked a cloth in water and wiped it on his back, and took the cloth under his eyes to see that it was a piece of blue that had been wiped away.

Song Yuzhang thought for a moment, then looked back at Fu Mian.

Fu Mian said: "Guess it?"

Song Yuzhang folded the wet cloth, "I can't guess."

Fu Mian smiled, came over and scratched the bridge of Song Yuzhang's nose, "My baby Zhuqing, you really know how to play dumb."

After Song Yuzhang took a shower, he put on the clothes Fu Mian had prepared for him, a snow-white shirt, and a pair of grass-green trousers. The fabric was light and cool, and it felt as comfortable as going on vacation.

Song Yuzhang went out in a carriage.

There were windows on the carriage, Fu Mian didn't let him move, so he moved too, just leaned against the wall of the carriage, and after a while he suddenly smiled and said, "I'm a little hungry."

Fu Mian knocked on the small tea table on the carriage.

Song Yuzhang opened the drawer knowingly, and took some dim sum from it to eat. He ate gracefully, holding the dim sum scum in one hand, Fu Mian twirled a fan in his hand, and suddenly opened it to Song Yuzhang, and the dim sum scum in Song Yuzhang's hand flew away When he got up, he floated all over his body, and the snow-white shirt suddenly became oily. Song Yuzhang looked at Fu Mian, "Are you interested?"

Fu Mian put his feet on Song Yuzhang's thighs, and leaned back against the wall of the carriage, "It's very interesting."

Now that it was dirty, Song Yuzhang simply ignored it, ate and drank a lot in the car, and drank most of a pot of clear tea.

Fu Mian said: "I didn't want you to eat and drink, why are you so greedy?"

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Poor."

Fu Mian smiled while shaking his fan: "People value themselves, Zhu Qing, you are really making progress."

Song Yuzhang wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and wiped the back of his hand back and forth on Fu Mian's long robe.

With a smile on Fu Mian's face, he kicked over.

Song Yuzhang quickly dodged to the side, but Fu Mian did not chase after him relentlessly, but his tone was a little cheerful: "Your courage is really getting bigger and bigger."

Song Yuzhang sat on the outer side of the carriage, with his hands on his knees, sitting upright and looking good, "In front of you, I don't seem to have ever been afraid."

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Song Yuzhang's eyes collided with Fu Mian slantingly, "A Mian, I follow you, it doesn't mean I'm afraid of you, it's just that I want to follow you."

The sun outside the carriage was just right, and the dark yellow silk on the inner wall of the carriage seemed to be shining through, and there was a faint gold floating in the intertwined eyes. Fu Mian sneered slightly, "You're starting to act like a hero to me again."

"I think I've always been a good guy."

"Oh? A good guy who was fucked to the point of being speechless in bed?"

Song Yuzhang said calmly, "That's two different things."

Fu Mian smiled, "It's a tough guy with a hard mouth."

Song Yuzhang raised his hand and made a fuzzy gesture of removing his hat, "Thank you for the compliment."

Fu Mian stopped talking. Ever since Song Yuzhang regained his health, his words and deeds have become more and more similar to the "Ye Zhuqing" in his memory, that kind of casual posture, the witty words on his lips all the time, and the sky is falling The calm demeanor, these are the things that once fascinated Fu Mian.

The carriage walked silently for a long time, and when it stopped, there was still silence inside the carriage. Fu Mian leaned on his bent knee with one hand, and smiled gently at Song Yuzhang, "Get out of the carriage."

Song Yuzhang said: "You should invite first."

Fu Mian sat up while laughing, "Are you afraid you don't know the way?"

Fu Mian lifted the curtain on the car and got out of the car. During that lift and release, Song Yuzhang saw the beautiful scenery outside like a landscape painting.

Fu Mian stood under the car, continued to lift the curtain with the hand holding the fan, and stretched out his hand to Song Yuzhang, "Come on, my bamboo green baby."

Song Yuzhang handed him his hand, but jumped off the carriage without using his strength.

A straight gravel road, with long rivers on both sides, the river is very quiet, and in front of it is a wall that can't be seen at a glance. Song Yuzhang is pulled forward by Fu Mian slowly towards the iron gate in the middle of the wall.

There were two big men standing on both sides of the iron gate, leading a few fat and strong wolfhounds in their hands. It was Fu Mian who came, and both the man and the dog looked very cute.

Fu Mian waved his hand slightly, and the big man went over and pushed the door open.

Song Yuzhang glanced at the towering wall, and felt that this place looked like a prison with beautiful mountains and rivers. When he buried his footsteps in the wall, he realized that there was a boundless green field inside. Rows of neat and monotonous green plants stood in the sun, and the blue waves were full of life. wave.