Song Yuzhang

Fu Mian carried Song Yuzhang back.

Of course Song Yuzhang could go by himself, but Fu Mian wanted to carry him on his back.

Song Yuzhang leaned his head on Fu Mian's shoulder, the corolla slanted to Fu Mian's cheek, and the golden flakes of flowers rustled softly.

It was late at night, and Qingxi City was also sleeping peacefully. The sound of water creaking and creaking when the bluestone slab was stepped on, Song Yuzhang glanced at the scenery along the street, and found that this place was no longer similar to the Qingxi in his memory. It's just that it's peaceful.

Fu Mian carried Song Yuzhang all the way from the outside of the city to the inside of the city. He didn't speak, and Song Yuzhang was also quiet. The two walked a long way. Song Yuzhang was lying on Fu Mian's back. They couldn't see each other, and they didn't know what their expressions were. , what kind of thought.

There was someone guarding the door in the house, and he opened the door when he heard footsteps. Fu Mian went back to the small courtyard with Song Yuzhang on his back, and did not let him down until he was inside the house.

"Sit here and don't move."

Fu Mian went out to fetch water and came back, the water soaked the veil and wiped the center of Song Yuzhang's brows.

Song Yuzhang's eyebrows were burned a little red by the gun barrel, bright and dazzling, like rouge.

Fu Mian pressed him twice, and suddenly said: "Did you guess that my gun is out of bullets?"

Song Yuzhang blinked slightly and said, "Yes."

Fu Mian looked at him skeptically.

Song Yuzhang said: "I loved you, and you loved me. I know in my heart that those things don't disappear so easily."

"Loved..." Fu Mian caught the mistake in his words, "What about now?"

Song Yuzhang said: "I can't love you now."

Fu Mian put down the handkerchief in his hand, "Say it clearly, what is impossible."

Song Yuzhang said: "I have committed too many crimes, how can I still love you?"

Fu Mian smiled, "Do you think you have no part in this crime?"

Song Yuzhang nodded, "That makes sense."

Fu Mian held Song Yuzhang's face up to his eyes, "I will still kill those who should be killed."

Song Yuzhang said: "I am also the one you should kill."

"Didn't I tell you everything?" Fu Mian kissed Song Yuzhang's forehead lightly, "I'm reluctant."

Women's clothing is layered upon layer, with a layer of bright red coat removed, and a layer of bright red underwear inside. Song Yuzhang seldom wears red. He is already too eye-catching, and red will make him look a little dazzling.

"It's a pity this flower crown," Fu Mian took off the crown for him, "It's stained with mud and dirty."

As soon as the tie on the lower skirt was untied, the hem of the skirt fell apart, and the same red trousers wrapped around Song Yuzhang's long legs in bright red. Like a bride, the little red between the brows is also very beautiful.

Fu Mian took Song Yuzhang's two hands stretched out from his red sleeves, held them slenderly in his palms, and said in his heart: "I have avenged myself and killed him."

There is still hatred in my heart, the hate has a limit, it is no longer the kind of boundless and irresolvable hatred, how deep is the hatred?It must be as deep as the tomb dug with my own hands!

Filling the soil with the soil one at a time, like Jingwei's reclamation, maybe one day, he will really not hate it.

Meng Tingjing continued to lose his temper without warning. He threw the table and left while talking in the chamber of commerce. He seemed to be gradually losing his mind.

Meng Tingjing had never pretended to be crazy or stupid like this in her life, and half of her anxiety was real. One day, while the people below were talking, Meng Tingjing suddenly picked up the teacup in hand and poured it out.

The tea was freshly served, and when it was poured out, the people who had suffered would immediately scream.

Shen Chengduo was sitting at the bottom, and was swept away, but he wasn't burned, but he was also frightened.

"X fucking!"

Shen Chengduo cursed softly while patting his chest.

Meng Tingjing walked away without saying a word.

The people in the chamber of commerce exploded with discussion. The chairman died, and one of the two vice-chairmen went to the battlefield, and the other devoted himself to turning the chamber of commerce into a battlefield every day. They really couldn't bear it.

It was still far away from the general election, but everyone couldn't bear it anymore.

Shen Chengduo unconsciously patted the water stains on his chest, he felt that he couldn't bear it anymore.

It's been two or three months... Things have been done seamlessly. Up to now, the only concrete benefit he has received is that the Merchants Association is angry with Meng Tingjing and negotiated the division of banks, arsenals, and railways...these are all affected. nothing.

Shen Chengduo returned to the mansion, thought for a long time, and picked up the phone.

"Hello? Director Zhang, hey, it's been a long time. I haven't seen you for a long time. Haha, think, think, there are a few boys who miss you very much. Yes, yes, I'm sure you are satisfied. Don't worry, I still don't understand you." on your mind?"

After Shen Chengduo chatted obscenely with Zhang Changshan, he finally turned to business.

Zhang Changshan wrote lightly: "What's the rush? It should be yours, sooner or later it will be yours."

Shen Chengduo trembled in his heart, and hurriedly said: "I'm not in a hurry, I'm just afraid of long nights and dreams. After all, I'm still there, and I can't get in touch with Boss Fu."

"You don't have to worry about that," Zhang Changshan said, "I'll just go and let you know."

Having said all this, Shen Chengduo couldn't continue talking, so he had to hang up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Shen Chengduo said angrily, "I'm so old!"

He also ate, drank, and whoring, but he clenched his mouth tightly and didn't let go of the meat. Shen Chengduo also knew how these politicians behaved. He was willing to be driven by Zhang Changshan to use him for the sake of getting rid of this old glutton. It's really boring to think about taking a piece of the pie, after all, it's still a dog for others, Shen Chengduo thought again, in fact, Zhang Changshan is not being a dog for his own Shangfeng?Thinking about it this way, except for the Chairman, everyone is a dog slave.It can't be said that, the chairman of the committee is not the same. Want to be a dog for the Americans?

Shen Chengduo figured out a theory of being a dog by himself, and finally felt better about himself. Thinking about the future, he will be one dog under ten thousand dogs in Haizhou, and the prospect seems to be very good, so Shen Chengduo is very happy. He smiled contentedly.

Driven by this good feeling, Shen Chengduo went to the arsenal.

Song Yuzhang made proper arrangements before leaving, so the arsenal is still under construction in an orderly manner, and it is expected to be completed by the end of the year.

Shen Chengduo looked at the rudimentary arsenal, and couldn't help but feel complacent, feeling as if he saw his unborn child.

30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, it will be his turn to call the wind and rain in Haizhou in the future. Considering his background, it is a miracle that he can climb to this position!

Shen Chengduo stayed in the arsenal for a short time and then left immediately. There was nothing unreasonable about this behavior. The Shen family also sent workers to work in the arsenal. It was not unusual for him to take a look at it.

As for Meng Tingjing, he was cautiously suspicious of everyone, so even if it was an ordinary behavior, he still doubted it.

Shen Chengduo has been on his suspicion list for a while.

Meng Tingjing has never paid attention to this person because he is not very popular, but if he looks away from Song Yuzhang, from the bank, railway to the arsenal, Shen Chengduo is actually everywhere, very inconspicuous , but does exist.

Although I doubt it, it is hard to let it go. One is that I am afraid of scaring the snake, and the other is that Song Yuzhang is in the hands of some people. To Meng Tingjing, he is like a hostage. People can't sit still with their buttocks, they have to show their fox tails.

Song Yuzhang still had limited freedom. Fu Mian found a bunch of books for him to read, because they were all serious books. Song Yuzhang couldn’t lift his spirits at all, and fell asleep after reading two pages. Fu Mian came to see him nine times out of ten. You can see Song Yuzhang sitting on a deck chair under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard, dozing soundly with a book on his face.

Fu Mian went over to uncover the hidden blue scroll, Song Yuzhang was sleeping peacefully and peacefully, Fu Mian was watching from the side, and suddenly felt a strange unhappiness.

He was reluctant to kill Song Yuzhang, but he also felt uncomfortable seeing Song Yuzhang living too comfortably.

Fu Mian kicked off the reclining chair, Song Yuzhang woke up leisurely, blinked his eyes twice, and said flatly: "I'm back."

Fu Mian stretched out his hand and wrapped him in his arms, went back to the room, kicked the door shut, and threw him on the bed.

After a lot of tossing, Fu Mian felt a little relieved in his heart. He hugged Song Yuzhang and said in a low voice: "You are living a peaceful life now."

Song Yuzhang leaned on his arm and said lazily, "It's all thanks to you."

"It turns out that I brought you back to let you enjoy the blessing."

"Is not it?"

This kind of attitude of Song Yuzhang, just like Song Yuzhang, made Fu Mian both hate and like him very much. Think about what he likes about Song Yuzhang?In fact, it is far more than just appearance, he is a cheap man, and he is partial to a lover.

Fu Mian hugged Song Yuzhang tighter and looser, Song Yuzhang laughed a couple of times, turned around and said, "Hey, I haven't smoked for a long time, give me a cigarette."

"That's right, the cigarettes are about to be smoked, do you want a drink?"

"It's even better with wine."

Naturally, there is as much tobacco as you want. Song Yuzhang smoked cigarettes, but didn't get any wine. Fu Mian said, "I'm afraid you will tell the truth after drinking."

Song Yuzhang took a puff of cigarette, "Don't worry, I can drink very well."

Song Yuzhang had one leg crossed and the other bent, smoking in a skillful and sloppy posture. Fu Mian stroked his forehead hair, "The hair has grown."

Song Yuzhang exhaled a straight blue smoke from his lips, "Grow as long as you can."

"I'll cut it for you."

Song Yuzhang waved his hand, "Don't point the knife at me, I'm afraid you won't be able to control it."

Fu Mian smiled, "I'm reluctant."

"You don't want me to die, but you don't want me to suffer."

Song Yuzhang accurately expressed Fu Mian's thoughts, and Fu Mian couldn't help being taken aback. Because what Song Yuzhang said was too straightforward and frank, Fu Mian felt a little better when he heard the words, "Then don't cut it, and it's okay to grow long hair." good."

"Is this to support me for the rest of my life?" Song Yuzhang said casually.

Fu Mian stroked his hair, lowered his head slightly, "Why, you're not happy?"

Song Yuzhang said: "Not happy."

Fu Mian smiled, he pushed Song Yuzhang's shoulder, "I can't help you."

The smoke in Song Yuzhang's mouth drew a trajectory in the air following that push, and he said: "Then if it comes, it will be safe, and another bottle of wine!"

Song Yuzhang lived like a second-generation ancestor, smoking and drinking, admiring flowers and reading books, he was so quiet that Fu Mian couldn't help but believe that Song Yuzhang really accepted his fate.

"Do you want to take you out for a walk?" Fu Mian touched Song Yuzhang's knee with his knee with a half-smile.

Song Yuzhang bumped his knee back, "Okay."

"You wanted to go out earlier, didn't you?"

"Staying in the same place is boring, so I naturally want to go out for a walk."

"Stuffy? You have to endure the boredom."

The two bumped their knees back and forth, and they suddenly became excited. When Fu Mian turned over to kiss him, there was movement outside.

"Father, it's urgent."

When the two faced each other with smiles on their faces, they were suddenly interrupted, as if someone had suddenly woken up from a beautiful dream. Fu Mian changed his face, turned over and got out of bed, and buttoned his clothes while Said: "Here we come."

When he stood up and turned around, Song Yuzhang had already fallen asleep with his back turned to him.

Fu Mianjing looked at it for a while, then suddenly bent his knee and pushed Song Yuzhang's back, "Turn around."

Song Yuzhang ignored him, and Fu Mian bumped into him twice before Song Yuzhang turned over, "Is it over?"

Fu Mian bent down, with a faint smile on his face again, before he opened his mouth, he was already urgently urged, "Master."

"I heard." Fu Mian said coldly.

Zhang Changshan called Qingxi.

There was no other meaning on the phone, just asking if Fu Mian had dealt with the person.

He was not as impatient as Shen Chengduo thought, but because Fu Mian detained Song Yuzhang for too long, Zhang Changshan couldn't help thinking of "long nights and many dreams".

As for Song Yuzhang, at first he thought it would be safest to kill him directly. Fu Mian insisted on staying, saying that he had some old grievances with Song Yuzhang to deal with, so he would stay. Zhang Changshan didn't want to entangle this kind of desperado too much.

As long as Song Yuzhang "dead", that is enough.

Haizhou is really a fat piece of meat. The clearer the battle ahead, the louder the calculations in the rear. They are all fighting for points. Zhang Changshan's current position is tight during the war. It is hard to say after the war. Song Yuzhang actually Not bad, but the control of the aristocratic family is always worrying.

The bombing case was a clever one, and it just happened when Zhang Changshan was vacillating.

Song Yuzhang is too capable.

Most of the merchants in Haizhou were dead, and he didn't say anything about his catastrophe, but quickly reorganized Haizhou's commercial market. Doesn't Haizhou really have the final say now?

Zhang Changshan finally made up his mind in Nancheng.

Song Yuzhang really couldn't stay.

"Little Fu," Zhang Changshan finally said earnestly, "You don't want to keep a tiger in your way."

Fu Mian said calmly: "He is in my hands, and I cannot escape."

Zhang Changshan chuckled, "That's good, that's good."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Changshan also changed his face, and said to the microphone: "Toast or fine wine, what!"

When Song Yuzhang was lying on the bed and reading a book, Fu Mian left and came back again. Song Yuzhang stopped reading the serious books and did some unscrupulous things.

Just nineteen, it is hard to tell whether it is a man or a boy, and it seems to be particularly vigorous in this respect. Fortunately, Song Yuzhang is a veteran in the field of love and moon, so he can match him well, so that he will not fall behind.

After several battles in succession, the two embraced each other sweating profusely. Fu Mian kissed Song Yuzhang's eyes, and said while kissing: "Qingxi, I can't stay here anymore."

Song Yuzhang didn't even move his eyeballs, and said: "Oh? Why can't we stay when you're fine?" But a completely opposite thought came to his mind - the opportunity he had been waiting for finally came!