Song Yuzhang

The Fu Zhai became bustling without warning, as if overnight, countless servants appeared in the Fu Zhai, and soon the gloomy Fu Zhai looked like a happy event.

Song Yuzhang didn't say he was willing, and he didn't say he wasn't willing. In reality, it wasn't up to him at all.

This is a play, he is a puppet in the play, and the thread is held by Fu Mian.

The servants carried two large boxes back to Song Yuzhang's house, and the other box was opened. Inside was a set of wedding dresses, which were completely feminine from the inside out. The workmanship was impeccable and radiant. No matter how bad Huamei is, it is a perfect match.

When any bride sees this set of phoenix crown and Xiapei, it will be hard not to feel happy.

Song Yuzhang picked out the red hijab, with a helpless self-deprecating look on his face.

No matter how hard he thinks, he can't calculate that one day he will be a bride.

I just don't know how long this play will last, and what the ending Fu Mian arranged for him.

Song Yuzhang put down his hijab, turned around and put on his clothes and lay down on the bed. After resting quietly for a while, he raised his right hand, closed his eyes and kissed lightly on the knuckles of his right hand.

The two protagonists of the wedding were extraordinarily leisurely. Song Yuzhang didn't know where Fu Mian had gone again. He couldn't get out of the house, and after visiting the huge plantation, he had reason to suspect that Fu Mian had become Qingxi's generation. Even if the earth emperor really ran out of the house, it would be of no use.

Song Yuzhang took care of Xiaofengxian as much as possible in the limited freedom.

Xiao Fengxian was frightened by Fu Mian and dared not go out again.

There were people coming and going in the yard, and when he lay on the door and saw the bright red decorations, he didn't feel festive in his eyes, only frightened and frightened.

Song Yuzhang fed him porridge, "Did you sleep well at night?"

Xiao Fengxian nodded.

Song Yuzhang said: "It's noisy outside, so don't go out, the most important thing is to take good care of your body."

Xiao Fengxian nodded again.

Song Yuzhang saw that he was very obedient, but felt a pity in his heart, it turned out that Xiao Fengxian was not such an obedient person.

Xiao Fengxian wanted to communicate with Song Yuzhang, but she just opened her mouth to reveal an empty mouth, for fear that Song Yuzhang would feel horrible, and the shape of his mouth is really limited, and he can't write, so he really can't think of a way, Xiao Fengxian suffers from this. He felt uncomfortable, but he refused to shed any more tears. When the tears dried up, he retained his strength to survive.

Before Song Yuzhang was about to leave, Xiao Fengxian held him back, pointed at Song Yuzhang's chest, and then waved his arms in a whipping gesture.

"Don't worry, he didn't hit me." Song Yuzhang comforted Xiao Fengxian.

Xiao Fengxian shook his head vigorously, he ran to the wall, put his ear against the wall, pointed outside again, and made the gesture of whipping again.

Song Yuzhang understood, "You mean Song Jincheng was beaten again?"

Xiao Fengxian turned around and nodded vigorously, then put her palms together on the floor under her face and closed her eyes as if sleeping, indicating that Song Jincheng was not only beaten, but was beaten every night.

Xiao Fengxian is very concerned about the situation of Song Jincheng, the inmate, because he thinks that Song Jincheng is Song Yuzhang's eldest brother, and he has been imprisoned by Fu Mian for so long. It was very clear that even Song Jincheng was trapped here, he didn't know why, he was flustered and at a loss, he just wanted to tell Song Yuzhang everything he knew.He believed in Song Yuzhang and would find a way to take him out.

Song Yuzhang said: "I know."

After leaving the house, Song Yuzhang looked at the wall of the courtyard gate. He really couldn't enter that courtyard, thinking that Fu Mian didn't want him to talk to Song Jincheng.

Song Jincheng still has a tongue, and he can keep screaming.

That night, Song Yuzhang met Fu Mian.

Fu Mian's footsteps were brisk, and his expression was very relaxed. It was not at all obvious that he had to work hard every night to clean up Song Jincheng himself.

"It stands to reason that couples shouldn't meet before they get married," Fu Mian said with a smile, "but I won't come, because I'm afraid no one will inform you that we're getting married tomorrow."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Thank you, I finally know that I'm getting married tomorrow."

Fu Mian walked into the room, took the box of rouge that Song Yuzhang knocked over from the dressing table, and sniffed lightly, "It's not too late to know now."

Song Yuzhang sat cross-legged on the bed and said, "Do you need me to prepare anything?"

Fu Mian turned around with the box of rouge, and said with a smile, "You seem to be very caring?"

Song Yuzhang smiled and said, "You should take care of your own marriage, right?"

Fu Mian brought the box of rouge over, and lightly smeared it on the center of Song Yuzhang's brows with his fingers.

A little red between the eyebrows, very beautiful and eye-catching.

"You don't need to prepare anything," Fu Mian said meaningfully, "as long as people don't disappear when the time comes."

Song Yuzhang closed his eyes, feeling the coolness and fragrance of rouge, "Then I will try my best to be there."

Fu Mian did not stay overnight.

Lying in the bright red quilt, Song Yuzhang felt a strange desolation, which of course should not be the atmosphere before marriage.

It's hard for anyone to say what kind of thoughts they have in mind for not being a lover, but forcibly making a couple.

Song Yuzhang thought this was probably more tragic than sharing the same bed with different dreams.

Who is to blame?No one is to blame, if you want to blame, just blame fate for making fun of people.

The next day, everything went on as usual, until nightfall, when the dumb servants knocked on the door and came in, they carried the two large boxes to the dressing table together.

Song Yuzhang was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, his peaceful face was dimly reflected in the bronze mirror, Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, then marry.

The wedding dress is complicated, and Song Yuzhang has been in the troupe before, but he can handle it. Layer by layer, one by one, and the buttons on the skirt are fastened, and the whole person seems to be trapped by the wedding dress. In general, Song Yuzhang only put on his jacket nondescriptly, took off his trousers after sighing, and tied up the lower skirt. The lower skirt is really quite heavy, with many precious stones on it, so luxurious and bright. pressing.

The flower crown on the head weighed several kilograms, and Song Yuzhang thought to himself that being a bride was really a pain.

The dumb servants covered him with a red hijab and led him a snow-white jade wishful.

Song Yuzhang went out and saw the leather shoes on his feet again, he couldn't help laughing, thinking it was a serious child's play.

The sedan chair was parked in the yard, Song Yuzhang stepped into the sedan chair with a low body, still holding the jade ruyi in his hand, it was cold, there was no window in the sedan chair, and it was unbearably stuffy, Song Yuzhang soon swayed in the rickety sedan chair I was sweating.

The sedan chair seemed to have been walking for a long time, and Song Yuzhang even felt that the sedan chair had left the Fu residence.

There was a constant creaking and shaking sound in his ears. Song Yuzhang tore off the red hijab in the sweltering heat. The sedan chair was not high and the corolla was stretched to the top.

Song Yuzhang supported the wall of the sedan chair, "Where are you taking me?"

The bearer outside said nothing, Song Yuzhang lifted his foot and kicked down the door of the sedan chair, and the sedan chair outside was still swaying and walking unhurriedly.

Song Yuzhang smiled wryly, and when the sedan chair stopped, he was already covered in sweat, and he was about to faint.

The sedan door opened from the outside with a "creak" sound. Song Yuzhang sat crookedly in the sedan chair and looked up. The black silk and satin gleamed clusters of cold light under the moonlight, and a hand stretched in.

"Zhuqing, come down."

Song Yuzhang handed over his hand, and he stepped out of the sedan chair shortly, then turned his head as if thinking of something, "hijab."

A bright red hijab slanted down on the sedan chair.

"It's okay, I knew you couldn't help it."

Fu Mian laughed.

Song Yuzhang turned his face away, only to realize that the bearers had carried him all the way to the plantation. Under the light of a huge bright moon, the tobacco leaves in the plantation were emitting a faint green light. Fu Mian was wearing a black groom's attire. A faint smile appeared on his face, "It's so beautiful."

Song Yuzhang didn't put on any makeup, because he sweated a little along the way, and his face was pink and white, which is a natural decoration. His appearance has never been indistinguishable, but it is very suitable for this gorgeous corolla. It is so suitable, so suitable. Fu Mian couldn't help touching his face, and repeated: "It's so beautiful, my bride."

Song Yuzhang's eyes flickered under the bead curtain, Fu Mian took his hand, turned around and led him into the tobacco leaves.

"A Mian."

Fu Mian pulled him away without saying a word, and Song Yuzhang ran after him. They seemed to be chasing the moon in the sky, and they chased to the end of the tobacco leaf forest.

Under the moonlight, a square was emptied in the tobacco leaf forest, and a small hill was piled up beside the wet and dark soil. When Song Yuzhang was breathing slowly, Fu Mian pulled his shoulders and slammed into his arms.

Fu Mian was also panting, his tone a little excited.

"Zhuqing, this is the tomb I dug for you, do you like it?"

Beside the mound of soil was a circular hole, like a big hole in the ground.

"When I knew that the bombing happened, I was really scared," Fu Mian hugged him tightly, "I was so scared," Fu Mian softly pressed his lips on his forehead, " I'm afraid I can't personally send you on the road."

Song Yuzhang said: "Amian..."

"Shh-"

"Haven't you always wanted to know what happened to me?"

Fu Mian suddenly whispered in his ear, his voice was soft and soft, "Zhuqing, do you know? I have never been seen by so many people."

"My father, uncle of the same clan, clerk at the pharmacy, servant at home, porter at the inn..."

"In broad daylight, everyone is looking at me, seeing me naked inside, holding two tickets that no one wants."

As soon as Song Yuzhang closed his eyes, he felt that Fu Mian moved his lips to his cochlea, and the voice reached his ears very clearly.

"At that moment, I really felt like a scumbag."

Fu Mian let go, and suddenly turned Song Yuzhang over, his eyes met, Fu Mian looked at Song Yuzhang very tenderly, and said word by word: "You deserve to die."

Song Yuzhang looked at him steadily through the bead curtain.

What he wanted to know, after holding back for so long, Fu Mian was finally willing to tell him.

Song Yuzhang said, "I'm sorry."

Fu Mian smiled, pulled out a gun from his sleeve and pointed it at Song Yuzhang, "I said before, you don't have to say such things to me, I will take back what belongs to me by myself, and leave your hypocritical apologies behind. Let’s talk about it in the next life, I have carefully selected this place for you, after you die, I will plant new tobacco leaves on it, bamboo green, I believe that through your nourishment, those tobacco leaves will be very special I will enjoy the taste of it by myself, and I will order one for you every year on your memorial day, so that you can taste the taste of your own flesh and blood. If you have any last words, just say it now."

Song Yuzhang stared at Fu Mian's eyes over the dark muzzle of the gun.

Fu Mian's eyes were very cold, making it hard to see clearly in the dark.

Song Yuzhang said: "At that time, I really really loved you."

"Bam—"

Fu Mian fired a shot towards the sky, and then passed the hot muzzle through the pearl curtain on the phoenix crown, and directly hit Song Yuzhang's eyebrows. Song Yuzhang closed his eyes slightly, feeling a rolling pain in his forehead.

"I'll give you one last chance," Song Yuzhang heard the sound of loading the gun, "at least before leaving this world, you should leave a word of truth."

Song Yuzhang opened his eyes again, the expression on his face did not change at all, it was as natural and magnanimous as a gust of wind, he looked directly at Fu Mian, and smiled slightly, it was the same smile that pierced Lin Daye, " A Mian, you used to be my favorite."

There was a "click", very short and fast, Song Yuzhang closed his eyes resignedly to the sound of pulling the trigger, and his eyelashes trembled violently following the sound.

It seemed that he was indeed ready to die.

There was only one bullet in Fu Mian's gun.

Song Yuzhang opened his eyes again, Fu Mian was looking at him, his eyes were slightly red, Song Yuzhang stared at him blankly, and even though he was pushed down by Fu Mian into the dug tomb, Fu Mian also jumped down, Entangling Song Yuzhang, the two were dressed in happy clothes and rolled off the mud all over their bodies.

Fu Mian hugged Song Yuzhang tightly in this tomb he dug himself. In the dark night, except for the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, there was only the sound of each other's rapid breathing.

"Bamboo green."

Song Yuzhang hugged his arm tightly.

He heard Fu Mian calmly say: "I want to die."

Song Yuzhang's breath stagnates.

He heard Fu Mian say again: "Don't lie to me again, okay?"

Song Yuzhang looked up, the corolla was crooked, the golden phoenix fell slightly, holding a red orb in his mouth, like a phoenix crying blood, "Okay."