Song Yuzhang

While Song Yuzhang was reading on the bed, Fu Mian came back and sat down on the edge of the bed, smelling of perfume and wine all over his body. Song Yuzhang glanced at him, put down the scroll, and leaned over to sniff him. Fu Mian looked at him with interest , I want to see Song Yuzhang's reaction.

Song Yuzhang looked intoxicated, "It smells so good," his eyes lit up, "Are you going out to have fun?"

Fu Mian did intend to tease Song Yuzhang a little bit, but looking at Song Yuzhang's performance, it didn't seem like jealousy, but rather envy, the kind of envy that men have for men.

After Song Yuzhang's eyes brightened, they slowly dimmed. He lay down on his back, put on a sprawled appearance, and said, "I want a pair of scissors."

"What do you need scissors for?" Fu Mian untied the tie on his nightgown.

Song Yuzhang said: "Fengxian's hair is blocking his eyes, I want to cut his hair."

Fu Mian leaned down and sniffed the smell of his skin, "I'll just send someone to cut it for him."

Song Yuzhang put his hands behind his head and let Fu Mian kiss and lick him little by little. When Fu Mian kissed him on the face, Song Yuzhang suddenly turned his face away and avoided Fu Mian's lips.

Fu Mian glanced over, Song Yuzhang looked a little coldly from the side.

In the silence between the two sides, Fu Mian reached out and grabbed his shoulder, "Zhuqing."

Song Yuzhang turned sideways, "I'm tired today."

"After resting all day, why are you still tired?"

Song Yuzhang said: "Get lost."

Song Yuzhang had been obedient for a long time, and it was rare for Fu Mian to lose his temper once, so that Fu Mian couldn't get angry at all. He pondered for a moment and said, "If you want scissors, I will give them to you tomorrow, and then I will watch you cut them, Zhuqing, don't blame me either. You always owe a credit to me."

Song Yuzhang turned his face away, with a solemn expression, "How long are you going to lock me up like this? Don't say forever, I will go crazy."

Fu Mian's expression also sank slightly, "When you arrived in Haizhou, you started to work hard, didn't you?"

Song Yuzhang sat up at once, "Huoling? What is Huoxing? Wanting to go out, want to play, want to be free is Huoxing? Then I am Huoxing, A Mian, no matter how sorry I am for you, I am not locked up like a prisoner all day. you!"

Fu Mian's eyes shone brightly, and he said slowly, "Are you trying to quarrel with me on purpose?"

Song Yuzhang got out of bed without saying a word, put his feet in his slippers and went out, pushed the door to go out, after a while, Fu Mian got out of bed and followed.

The yard is not big, and Song Yuzhang ran to the gate in a few steps. Someone was guarding the gate. Seeing Song Yuzhang running out in disheveled clothes, his eyes didn't know where to look for a moment. When Song Yuzhang was going to move the bolt on the gate, They hurriedly reached out their hands to block it.

Fu Mian came over and hugged Song Yuzhang from behind, and carried Song Yuzhang back into the house.

Song Yuzhang didn't compete with him, and let him throw it back on the bed.

Fu Mian looked gloomyly at Song Yuzhang who was panting slightly on the bed.

"I'll run tomorrow."

Song Yuzhang looked up at the ceiling, "As long as you're not around, I'll run away. They dare not touch me. If anyone touches me, I'll smash my head against the wall to death."

"Looking for death and life again?" Fu Mian sat on the edge of the bed, pulled his dangling long legs and threw them back on the bed, "Well, from tomorrow on, I'll tie you up on the bed, and you won't be able to go anywhere. .”

"Then I will go on a hunger strike."

"If you go on a hunger strike, the actor won't even think about having a bite to eat."

"Alright, we both die together, we have companions on the way to Huangquan."

"enough!"

Fu Mian pressed Song Yuzhang's mouth, his wide palm covered the lower half of Song Yuzhang's face, at this moment, Song Yuzhang still didn't look at him, but stretched out his hand and pulled Fu Mian's hand away, Song Yuzhang He turned his face away, lowered his voice, and said with a little anger: "You have been locked up for a few months, and you only have a few unreadable books all day long! I want to dance, drink, watch movies, and gamble!"

At the end of his speech, he was obviously aggrieved, he lowered his head and got under the pillow, covered the pillow firmly with both hands, and only pointed his butt at Fu Mian.

The little anger that Fu Mian had just burst out was extinguished so precariously, he couldn't help but look at Song Yuzhang's funny posture, and stretched out his arms to hug his waist and legs together, "Hey, Zhuqing, I remember you are more than me Still two years older? Why did you suddenly lose your child's temper?"

Song Yuzhang didn't respond.

"My good brother, the reason for this trouble is to dance, drink, watch movies and gamble?"

"Don't bother me, you've had fun, and you came here to disgust me and avenge me? Fuck your grandma!"

The more Fu Mian listened, the more amusing he became. He kissed him and raised his voice, "Bring two bottles of foreign wine!"

As soon as the cork was pulled out, the aroma of the good whiskey immediately spread out. Song Yuzhang poured himself half a glass, took a sip, and showed a little joy on his face. piece."

Fu Mian sat cross-legged on the bed with him, and touched his thigh when he heard the words, "You are not suitable for eating ice now, and you should drink less wine." Song Yuzhang leaned over, and Fu Mian grinned, "My Good brother, this is all for your own good, drink a little today, and drink a little more tomorrow, the water will flow for a long time, and you won’t have a stomachache.”

Song Yuzhang took another sip of his wine, and said in a commanding tone: "Smoke."

Fu Mian got out of bed and went to get him a cigar.

Song Yuzhang smoked in one hand and wine in the other, with a skilled posture and an unusual fit with him. He was born a libertine, as he should be.

Fu Mian just looked at it with a smile at first, and then he suddenly realized that Song Yuzhang's disturbance was not accidental, but inevitable.

Such a big man, locked in a square yard all day, doing nothing, no matter how good he is, he will become a waste.

Song Yuzhang is not a waste, Song Yuzhang is a man, what kind of situation will it be if we raise a good man to waste?

Fu Mian shuddered from the bottom of his heart. He looked at Song Yuzhang, who was puffing, and thought that he would not want to see Song Yuzhang who looked like a waste.

Fu Mian pulled Song Yuzhang's ankle, and put his feet on his folded legs. Song Yuzhang's feet were very fair, with blue and purple blood vessels looming on the back of his feet. Because he didn't move much, the soles of his feet became very tender.

"I went to see Zhang Changshan today."

Song Yuzhang looked up at him, through the milky white smoke, Fu Mian could also see a little gleam in Song Yuzhang's lazy eyes.

Fu Mian stroked his instep, and said in a low voice: "He promised to kill Shen Chengduo on the condition that I hand you over to him."

Song Yuzhang took a puff of smoke, "I didn't expect Zhang Changshan to be very fond of me."

Fu Mian paused for a while while stroking the palm of his instep, and stared sharply at the past.

Song Yuzhang raised his eyebrows at him, "Are you so surprised?"

Fu Mian gritted his teeth and said, "You never said that you two..."

"Don't think too much," Song Yuzhang said, "He doesn't have the ability to get into my bed."

Fu Mian's tightly gripped heart slowly fell back into his chest.

For a role like Meng Tingjing, Fu Mian can still treat him as a first-class rival in love. A half-old man like Zhang Changshan will only make him feel tarnished by Song Yuzhang, and it makes him sick to think about it.

Fu Mian wondered if Song Yuzhang was provoking it on purpose, but felt that Song Yuzhang would not joke about such a thing. He couldn't tell, Song Yuzhang said, "Did you agree?"

Fu Mian regained his composure, fixed his eyes on Song Yuzhang, and said, "I agree."

Song Yuzhang said "oh", he finished drinking the wine in the wine glass, and put the wine glass aside, with a cigarette in his mouth, he leaned over to pour the wine, when he turned around, he took the cigarette in his mouth, turned around abruptly, Burned the butt of the cigar on the back of Fu Mian's hand.

He struck very ruthlessly, Fu Mian's flesh burned up with cigarettes, Song Yuzhang stared at him intently, still crushing the cigarette butts in his hands, and said word by word: "Fu Mian, I'll fuck you."

Fu Mian shook off his hand, threw the cigar to the ground, and pressed Song Yuzhang's shoulders with both hands. His palms were scorching hot, but his heart was violently excited, "Are you not happy to be locked up by me? Why don't you stay somewhere else?"

Song Yuzhang said: "Get lost—"

Fu Mian kissed him involuntarily, Song Yuzhang closed his teeth and bit the tip of his tongue, but Fu Mian didn't care, he wrapped his hands around him desperately, and hurriedly untied his clothes.

Song Yuzhang seemed to hate him so much at first and refused to do anything, but then he gradually obeyed, with sweaty arms resting on his shoulders, and he cursed Fu Mian as a bastard.

After the moment was over, Fu Mian hugged Song Yuzhang tightly, and said in a low voice: "I lied to him, what kind of thing is he, how could I be willing to give you to him?"

Song Yuzhang probably expected it, he stroked the long scar on Fu Mian's chest with his palm, and said in a low voice: "He is not easy to deceive."

"Not necessarily that he is not lying to me."

"It's about, if he hadn't lied to me in the first place, how could I have fallen into your hands?"

Fu Mian kissed his face, "When did you guess it?"

"The body is not feeling well."

Fu Mian stopped talking, and hugged Song Yuzhang tightly again, "Don't worry, I will make his death very painful."

Song Yuzhang smiled faintly, "You'd better be careful, Zhang Changshan is not a simple character."

Fu Mian lowered his head and stared at Song Yuzhang. He felt that Song Yuzhang was beautiful and very good. He liked it very much. Hate comes from love, and when hate returns to love, then it is really hopeless.

Fu Mian said: "It's not the time yet. When I finish all the things and people that need to be dealt with, you will naturally be free. At that time, I will dance with you, gamble and watch movies."

"I'm afraid that by that time, I won't have the energy anymore."

"Ah Mian..." Song Yuzhang pulled Fu Mian's hand to cover his stomach, and now only a thin layer of muscle remained on his stomach, "I'm going to be crippled."

Fu Mian stroked his smooth skin, and kissed Song Yuzhang on the cheek, "Tomorrow you cut that actor's hair, and I'll cut it for you. After the haircut, I'll practice with you."

Song Yuzhang leaned in his arms without saying a word. After a while, he said, "I want to avenge myself."

"I don't blame you, I owe you, I don't blame you for how you treat me, I don't owe Zhang Changshan, nor Shen Chengduo, they betrayed me, calculated me, I can't swallow this breath," Song Yuzhang raised his face , with a little look on his face, "A Mian, will you help me?"

Fu Mian fell into a strange vortex. The center of the vortex was Song Yuzhang's eyes. It was the unique intimacy of the two people who depended on each other at night and whispered. They hated and loved before, but now they are so inseparable. together.

Zhang Changshan and Shen Chengduo are now his enemies, as well as Song Yuzhang's enemies.

And he and Song Yuzhang can be one and the same.

Fu Mian said: "Of course I will help you."

Song Yuzhang grabbed his hand, and bright red blisters rolled up on the back of Fu Mian's hand. When Song Yuzhang pressed his fingernails, the blister burst and rolled out to bleed. You, Zhang Changshan has a younger brother, Zhang Changyuan, who is his darling, find a way to get something out of his younger brother, so that he will really mess up."

"A person like him will have true friendship with his brother?"

"Everyone has weaknesses, no matter how cunning and vicious they are."

Song Yuzhang pulled out the corner of his nightgown to suppress the dirty blood flowing from the back of Fu Mian's injured hand, "Just like you, you can kill anyone, but you can't kill me."

Fu Mian held Song Yuzhang's hand, "What about you? Do you have any weaknesses?"

Song Yuzhang smiled as if there was nothing, and he looked at Fu Mian very tenderly, "A Mian, I have weaknesses everywhere in my body, Fengxian is, and so are you."