Song Yuzhang

Song Yuzhang walked back slowly with the check in his pocket and the money, and soon realized the unusual smell.

Sociology, he did not study for a day, and he did not study until he was 14 years old. After the death of Little Cherry, he did not really go to school for a day. Troubled times are his school.

Song Yuzhang has always been exceptionally sensitive to human weaknesses, and can easily sort out complex and entangled interpersonal relationships. This is his talent and his weapon.

A good face alone is not enough to survive in troubled times. In fact, Song Yuzhang has almost never relied on this face for food. He likes a pretty face, but he doesn't like being a good face.

"Go back now, or should I take you around?"

"Go back," Song Yuzhang put the suitcase under his feet, "I'm a little tired."

Song Mingzhao said "Oh", "That's right, your body hasn't recovered yet."

Song Yuzhang smiled slightly, "Fourth brother, you don't have to worry about me."

"How do you say this, the eldest brother and the second brother are busy in the bank all day long, and the third brother, I don't know where he has been playing all day." Song Mingzhao put his arms around his shoulders, "We two old men don't have to take care of each other. Is it?"

Song Yuzhang didn't answer, but had a slight smile on his face, obviously agreeing with Song Mingzhao's meaning.

Said to take care of each other, shortly after Song Mingzhao sent Song Yuzhang home, he drove out again. Song Yuzhang stood at the window of the room and watched Song Mingzhao's vehicle drive out of the wide road. The bad water that was easily suppressed by the word "fixed" began to churn again.

The Song family is like a huge dynasty, with its own balance.

Song Zhenqiao was seriously ill and hospitalized, the eldest and second child showed their talents in the bank, the third child was a supernatural being, and the fourth child was the head of the family.

These four people each have their own positions in the Song family. Although they can't be said to be equally divided, they can be regarded as calm.

And this peace has been broken by external forces.

This power is him - Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang asked Song Jincheng for money, but he was afraid that the little silver in the drawer would not be enough for him to go to the police station in two days. Affect such a chain story.

In this serial story, Song Yuzhang keenly observed that his position was quietly changing.

Of course, as an outsider, he is the common enemy of the four brothers, but once someone shows favor to him, or if he is willing to be particularly friendly with a certain brother, the originally well-maintained balance will immediately be broken.

He, Song Yuzhang, has become an extra bargaining chip on the Song family's steelyard. Wherever he lands, he will increase the stake.

Song Yuzhang let out a deep breath, clusters of small sparks were vigorously ignited in his body from blood to flesh, from tendons to bones.

lure.

A strong temptation is in front of Song Yuzhang.

Wealth, power, evil...

Song Yuzhang held his chest with his palms, and staggered back to the big bed as if he was drunk. The crystal chandelier above his head was still shining brightly in the daytime. A watch that rations for a lifetime.

None of these things should belong to him.

Don't be too greedy, Song Yuzhang advised himself in his heart.

But... why can't a man be greedy?

Could it be that Little Cherry was born to be a bitch, and Song Yuzhang was born to be a son of a bitch?

Who cares.

Doesn't everyone in this world sell some in exchange for some?

All fucking bitches!No one has to rush to set up a memorial archway for themselves!

But... After all, you already took advantage of someone else's status, and it's a huge advantage. If you escape from death once, you should accumulate virtue, get a little money, and live a peaceful and comfortable life, isn't it good?Can't control my nimble bad thoughts?

Song Yuzhang's chest was stirred up and down for a while, and at the end, he smiled weakly, and said to himself: "A dog can't change eating shit!"

After dark, the four brothers of the Song family gathered together again, and one was missing, but Song Qiyuan, who was supposed to be in this small group.

Seats at the dining table are based on seniority, Song Yuzhang sits across from Song Jincheng and his wife, and opposite is Song Mingzhao.

Song Mingzhao loves to talk and joke, but he hardly speaks when eating. The elder brother and the second elder brother are both the patriarchs, taciturn and dignified. The only one who is the most amiable is Meng Sushan, but Song Yuzhang is different from her man and woman, and she is not very big. I am ashamed to talk to Song Yuzhang.

So there is only silence at the dinner table, an uncomfortable silence, undercurrents surging under the thin ice, hypocrisy of discord between face and heart.

Song Yuzhang felt quite comfortable with this kind of hypocrisy, and could hardly hold on to himself.

After the meal, the living room finally came alive, and the tableware was removed to drink tea, just living on the surface, still like a meeting, Song Jincheng and Song Yekang talked back and forth, the sentences were gentle and elegant, and seemed to be full of mystery, Song Yuzhang Tired for them, but also eager to join.

Song Yuzhang took a sip of tea and suppressed his thoughts.

He had just put down the teacup when the girl behind him came up to refill him, but he blocked it with the back of his hand. He smiled softly and bent his eyes slightly.

The girl understood what he meant, and put away the teapot in her hand with a blushing face.

"Fifth brother." Song Jincheng pointed at him, and Song Yuzhang just took 1 yuan from him today, and replied respectfully, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Song Jincheng held the teacup in one hand, leaned on the seat with the other, and said with a smile, "I heard that you went to see Dad today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yekang and Song Mingzhao looked at him together.

Song Yuzhang nodded without changing his expression, "The day before yesterday was too chaotic, and I didn't say a few words to my father. I went over to see my father today."

Song Jincheng said: "Dad is not in good health and needs to rest and recuperate. The bank is too busy, and the second child and I can't spare time. The fourth child needs to learn, so there is no need to talk about the third child. I don't know what I am busy with all day long. Now that you're back, it's also just right, the father and son who haven't seen each other for 20 years must have endless things to say, and they will also do their filial piety for us."

Song Yuzhang said: "I didn't say anything, Dad has been sleeping."

Song Jincheng smiled, "Yes, the hospital said he should try to rest as much as possible now."

"I will pay attention to not disturbing Dad's rest in the future."

"Don't get me wrong, brother doesn't mean that."

"I understand elder brother's kindness," Song Yuzhang glanced slowly over the three of them, although neither Song Yekang nor Song Mingzhao said anything, he still expressed his attitude together and said sincerely, "Brothers treat me well, I know what is good or bad. "

After hearing this, the three of them had their own thoughts.

Song Jin said intentionally: "This is not a big or small trouble. Anyway, he will return to England sooner or later. Before the old man dies, find a chance to give him some money to send him away."

Song Yekang said in his heart: "The boss is turning quickly. He is the one who wants to strike. Seeing that Dad loves the fifth child, he is the one who wants to take advantage of it. He is not a smart person in the whole family. He has a good idea." .”

What Song Mingzhao thought was—haha, he bought the right watch!

The three elder brothers looked at the beautiful little brother unanimously, thinking in their hearts that Song Yuzhang's "good" belonged to himself, while "bad" belonged to others.

The host and guest enjoy each other happily, each has his own ghost, and each gets his own place.

On the third day of the agreement with the police station, Song Yuzhang got up earlier than usual. It was a coincidence that he was staggered with the three of them. He ate breakfast in the dining room alone, called the driver to prepare the vehicle, and was about to go out, but In the dining room, he ran into Song Qiyuan who had just returned.

Song Qiyuan came back yawning, his body was full of aroma and smell of smoke, his hair was disheveled and swaying, it looked like he hadn't slept all night.

"Third brother." Song Yuzhang took the initiative to say hello.

Song Qiyuan didn't put his hands down, let out a lazy "hmm", pulled up a stool and sat down, and said to the girl, "Let the kitchen cook a bowl of noodles."

"Yes, third master."

Song Yuzhang stood aside and said, "Third brother, I'm going out."

After Song Qiyuan yawned, he put his hands down, raised his eyelids lightly, his eyes were full of sleepiness, and smiled vaguely, "I don't make decisions in this house, you don't need to tell me anything, just treat me A useless idler."

Song Yuzhang smiled and said, "The third brother has a good rest."

Song Qiyuan looked at him again. Song Yuzhang's complexion has improved in the past two days, and his face has become more radiant. Song Qiyuan stroked his unkempt hair and smiled brightly. Take your life, be careful your body won’t be able to bear it.”

The words were not pleasant to listen to, Song Yuzhang finished listening with a smile, "Thank you, Third Brother, for your teaching."

The four brothers each have their own thoughts, Song Yuzhang is really afraid of someone like Song Qiyuan who directly puts hostility on the stage.

This is a real smart guy, very difficult to deal with.

Song Yuzhang suppressed his eager heart, and silently recited "Amitabha" all the way in the car, thinking about the young master Song who gave him a new life...

He has obtained a lot of money and love, so he doesn't think it is rare. This life is different. Except for Little Cherry, it is Young Master Song who gave him another life. If you think about it this way, Young Master Song can be regarded as his second mother. ...Song Yuzhang shook his head, he thought it was ridiculous to think of it to this point.

The police station was much colder than the previous few days. Song Yuzhang went in, looking for the patrolman he had agreed with, and the person who replied said, "The owner of the Meng family is here, and Brother Tian is inside talking with him."

Song Yuzhang had a thought, and when he was about to say something, two people came from the corridor at the corner, one behind the other. The one in front was tall and tall, with long gown and short hair. It's all up to you."

"Okay, Mr. Meng, don't worry... hey, fifth master, fifth master, you just happened to come..."

Meng Tingjing paused in his steps, followed by his eyebrows and eyes. He raised his face, his gaze swept across the noisy and dim room, all the way up, and landed on Song Yuzhang's face as promised.

Song Yuzhang was laughing, and seeing him look, he laughed even deeper.

"Fifth Master, it's a coincidence that you came here. It just so happens that both masters are here, and they are both good people. I can't accept two copies of the money for the coffin and burial. Fifth Master, you gave it two days ago, plus Mr. Meng today. Yes, make up the numbers, if those people meet you two, they will be smoked from the ancestral graves, and it is also a blessing to find a good place for the rest of their lives."

After Song Yuzhang heard it, he roughly knew that Meng Tingjing came today to do the same thing as him.

"Okay, you go to work," Meng Tingjing said to the people beside her, "We just pay a share, you are doing it yourself, and you need to worry about the real merits."

"Mr. Meng, what you said..."

Meng Tingjing said a few more polite words, and the other party got the money and nice words, and willingly went to take care of those stinking corpses.

Meng Tingjing looked in the direction of the corridor, never paying attention to Song Yuzhang, only paying attention to him from the corner of his eye, wondering why this person is so quiet today, well, since this is the case, he will wait and see what happens, and see what new tricks this person has today .

"Brother Meng."

Meng Tingjing wanted to laugh a little, thinking that he still couldn't hold his breath after all, he always did whatever he wanted, so he really laughed too, glanced over from the corner of his eye, disdainful and curious, with temptation and approval, Song Yuzhang was the one for him to judge An extremely beautiful face, that face is unpredictable, like wearing countless masks, making people involuntarily explore the deep meaning.

But today, at this moment, Meng Tingjing doesn't need to explore anything, Song Yuzhang's face is clean and tender, "Thank you."

Song Yuzhang was very grateful to Meng Tingjing.

He came today, not so much to collect corpses for others, but actually to collect corpses for himself.

Ever since he came to see the tragic situation here that day, Song Yuzhang has been thinking, if he was really buried in the sea, would he be like these people, dead in a mass grave with a straw mat, without even a name? .

pitiful.

He was so poor that he would sometimes have nightmares at night, dreaming that he was lying alone in the wilderness, taking the sky as his quilt and the ground as his mat, his body was covered with snakes, insects, rats and ants, and he was gnawed clean.

Now he knew that even if he really died, someone would collect his body, give him a coffin, and give him a decent place to go.

Meng Tingjing remained silent, under Song Yuzhang's tender eyes, his whole body felt uncomfortable, inexplicably uncomfortable, his back was slightly hot, his bones were itchy, and he really wanted to move his shoulders, twist his neck, go Dispelling the uncomfortable feeling, he resisted the urge to scratch, stood still, and said coldly, "Thank you?"

Song Yuzhang smiled, that smile was also clean, and there was nothing incomprehensible about it, "Thank you for the coffin."