Song Yuzhang

The long night full of killings is finally over.

Meng Tingjing helped Song Yuzhang up, quickly untied him, and then hugged him tightly in his arms.

The cold wind blew in through the broken window, blowing away the bloody smell all over the floor, Song Yuzhang slowly raised his hand and patted Meng Tingjing's back, "Ting Jing."

Meng Tingjing hugged him directly in silence. Liu Chu held the gun, his small chest heaved violently, and was still immersed in the joy of revenge. Seeing Meng Tingjing hugging Song Yuzhang, his excited eyes were a little slow to react, but still First, he shouted joyfully, "President!"

Song Yuzhang lowered his face in Meng Tingjing's arms, he stretched out his hand, and his palm passed over Liu Chu's head, Liu Chu held his hand, Song Yuzhang's hand was a little cold, but Liu Chu felt his heart was very warm, as if this It was finally alive again.

Song Yuzhang said: "It's grown taller again."

These ordinary words made Liu Chu want to cry bitterly, "President, I'm sorry for you, I didn't protect you."

"It's nothing," Song Yuzhang said gently, "Aren't I okay?"

Liu Chu led him down a few steps before feeling awkward. He let go and watched Meng Tingjing carry Song Yuzhang down, feeling a little weird in his heart.

Song Yuzhang can actually walk, he has strength, Shen Chengduo's drug is useless to him, he just feels that if Meng Tingjing doesn't hug him, he might go crazy.

"Ting Jing, I want to go and have a look."

Meng Tingjing understood what he meant, hugged him and put him down in the open space in front of the bank without any objection.

On the red brick, Fu Mian's body fell out of a large pool of blood. Song Yuzhang knelt on the ground and picked up Fu Mian's upper body from the pool of blood. Fu Mian was soft and warm, with flesh and broken bones in his skin When a person dies, all the entanglements of love and hate seem to disappear. Fu Mian is just Fu Mian, in his arms is a broken flesh and blood, a mass of warmth separated by yin and yang.

Song Yuzhang hugged him and stared at Fu Mian's face. Fu Mian's eyes were closed and he looked very peaceful. Song Yuzhang lightly rubbed his back with his palm.

In addition to the shot on the shoulder, Fu Mian was also shot twice in the back.

Shen Chengduo's two shots all hit.

The smell of blood in the office was too strong, so Song Yuzhang didn't notice it.

He knew he was going to die.

But he still kept him alive.

He never really wanted his life.

Putting a coat on his shoulders, Song Yuzhang turned his face, and Meng Tingjing was also staring at him, with a glint in his eyes.

The dead are dead, and the living are still in front of him. Song Yuzhang took a deep breath and put down his hands, and smiled at Meng Tingjing, "Why are you dressed like this today?"

Meng Tingjing still remained silent, stretched out his arms, and picked him up from the pool of blood again.

Song Yuzhang's robe and the soles of his feet were sticky with blood. Meng Tingjing didn't speak any more. He carried Song Yuzhang back into the car as if he lost his voice.

After getting into the car, he stopped talking.

He just hugged Song Yuzhang, wrapping Song Yuzhang in his arms.

Song Yuzhang leaned on Meng Tingjing's shoulder, feeling a trace of peace for a long time.

He finally returned to Haizhou.

This is the real return to Haizhou.

Song Yuzhang also reached out and hugged Meng Tingjing.

"Hey," Song Yuzhang said in a relaxed tone, "I haven't seen you for so long, Ting Jing, you haven't changed at all."

Meng Tingjing pressed his eyes on Song Yuzhang's shoulders, raised his face, and said with red eyes, "I knew you would not die so easily."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "The scourge will last for thousands of years."

He said softly, "You've been looking for me, haven't you?"

Meng Tingjing held him tightly in his arms again, and Song Yuzhang listened to the fierce heartbeat in his chest.

"Wherever you go in the future, I will go with you, and you will spare my life."

Song Yuzhang smiled silently again, and patted Meng Tingjing on the back, "Hey, I haven't washed for ten days and a half months, it's so uncomfortable to hold, I have to go to Vienna, Fengxian is with me, Shen Chengduo didn't kill him Him, leave him in the basement."

"Was the blood all over your body scary in the past?"

In order not to startle the snake, Meng Tingjing never let anyone out, and called someone to Vienna, and asked the driver to drive them back.

Song Yuzhang's body was covered in blood, his hands and feet were cold, he was down and pitiful, Meng Tingjing couldn't see Song Yuzhang like this.

The Meng family was still brightly lit, and for fear of leaking the news, no one in the Meng family was allowed to leave, so when Meng Tingjing came in with Song Yuzhang in his arms, it was almost in full view of everyone.

Holding a blood man in his arms, even though the servants of the Meng family were well-informed, they really took a deep breath.

Meng Tingjing directly carried Song Yuzhang back to his yard. After stepping on the lawn in the yard, his feet suddenly became weak for some reason, and his knee bent as if he was out of strength. He knelt on the ground with one knee, still holding him firmly in his arms. Song Yuzhang's heart was beating wildly, and his eyes moved to Song Yuzhang's face little by little.

If Song Yuzhang felt something, he reached out and touched Meng Tingjing's face lightly, "Ting Jing, it's me, not a dream, I'm not dead, I'm back."

Meng Tingjing said: "I know it's not a dream."

The tip of his nose trembled slightly, and he whispered, "I never dreamed of you once." Pressing his face against Song Yuzhang's, Meng Tingjing's voice trembled, "Not once."

Song Yuzhang held his face, and gently rubbed his cheeks against him, "I know you miss me," he paused, and said, "I missed you too."

Meng Tingjing moved his face away and met Song Yuzhang's eyes.

Song Yuzhang smiled at him, "Several times."

Meng Tingjing blinked slightly, "I didn't find you on the boat."

"It's all over," Song Yuzhang put his arms around his neck, "Don't be afraid, it's all over."

The water in the bathtub was changed three times. Song Yuzhang washed off the blood on his body first, and then washed it inside and out again. The third time was to take a comfortable bath.

Song Yuzhang hadn't felt this comfortable for a long time. His body and mind were completely relaxed. Although he looked calm all the time, and he was calculating carefully, he was actually physically and mentally exhausted.

His mind is empty now, just soaking in warm water, as safe as in a mother's body, Meng Tingjing grabbed his hand, Song Yuzhang also grabbed his hand, after a while, he let out a breath, opened his eyes and smiled again at Meng Tingjing, "Finally back."

Meng Tingjing took his wet hand and kissed lightly on his lips, "Finally back."

Meng Tingjing didn't dare to ask Song Yuzhang what happened during the days when he was missing, and didn't want to ask. When Song Yuzhang was almost soaked, he took a towel and wiped his body. The towel wiped his calf. Meng Tingjing found the gunshot wound on his leg.

Meng Tingjing looked up.

Song Yuzhang smiled at him helplessly.

Meng Tingjing lowered his head and gently wiped the scar on his leg with a towel. He didn't know what to say, his eyes blinked, and a tear quietly fell into the water. Song Yuzhang didn't see it. The movement of wiping his palm became slower and slower. He hugged Song Yuzhang His legs stopped uncontrollably, Song Yuzhang said: "What's the matter, tell Meng Tingjing to come out, I don't want this mother-in-law to serve you."

Meng Tingjing raised her eyes, and her eyes were bright red, "Don't ask others to serve you in the future."

Song Yuzhang was silent for a while, then said slowly: "Bossy," he grabbed Meng Tingjing's hand and shook it vigorously, "Savage."

After Song Yuzhang finished speaking, he put his arms around Meng Tingjing's shoulders and sat in his arms. Meng Tingjing hugged him with a towel. Song Yuzhang was soft and smooth, exuding the fragrance of his skin. Meng Tingjing stroked him without any lust, just pity , heartache, and love.

Meng Tingjing carried Song Yuzhang back to the bed, and Song Yuzhang stretched his body on the bed, feeling a little unreal.

Came back, really came back.

Meng Tingjing lay down beside him, hugged him in her arms, and stroked the short hair on top of his head little by little with her palm, "Why is it shaved so short?"

Song Yuzhang felt a pain in his heart, and said in a low voice, "It's broken."

"Grow it slowly in the future," Meng Tingjing lowered her head and kissed him lightly on the top of the head, "grow it decently."

Song Yuzhang turned around and faced Meng Tingjing face to face.

Meng Ting looked at him quietly, and Song Yuzhang also looked at him quietly. For some reason, it felt like he hadn't seen Meng Tingjing for a long time, as if it had been a lifetime.

It was as if Fu Mian had brought him back to the past, and now he came out of the past, and when he stepped out, Meng Tingjing was still in front of him, since he came to Haizhou and made up his mind to become Song Yuzhang, who was by his side, good or bad, There is always Meng Tingjing.

More than a year is simply longer than his entire life.

Meng Tingjing grabbed his hand and clasped his two hands together in front of his chest, as if praying.

Song Yuzhang said: "Why did you come?"

Meng Tingjing said: "Zhang Changshan jumped the wall in a hurry and is leaving tonight. I think, if he hid you, he must stay tonight. If someone else hid you, you are also useful. You should appear as a hostage to threaten Zhang. Chang Shan will give him a piece of the pie, but I didn't calculate the time well..."

"You are a human being, not a god."

Meng Tingjing forced a smile, which was the first smile he showed tonight.

"If I were a god, I wouldn't let you suffer."

"Don't talk nonsense, if you were a god, you would have given me enough suffering long ago."

Meng Tingjing smiled again, "At that time, I was not sensible."

Song Yuzhang also laughed, "Hey, who isn't."

"I don't understand."

Song Yuzhang's voice floated flatly in the room.

Meng Tingjing suddenly reached out and pressed the lamp on the wall.

The room was plunged into darkness, and Song Yuzhang remained silent. After a long time, he withdrew his hand from Meng Tingjing's palm, and Meng Tingjing grabbed his hand again to prevent him from reaching up. The quilt covered his face.

Song Yuzhang paused in the air.

He heard Meng Tingjing's slightly rapid breathing.

There was a tingling pain in his chest and abdomen, and suddenly, his cheeks were already hot and humid.

After a while, Meng Tingjing put down his hand, wrapped his arms around Song Yuzhang's back, and held him in his arms. He stroked Song Yuzhang's wet face with his palm, wiped off the water stains on his face, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep."

Song Yuzhang leaned his cheek against his chest, "Ting Jing."

"Ah."

"Have you been looking for me?"

"Ah."

"What if I really die?"

Meng Ting was silent for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Then I will live well."

He hugged Song Yuzhang tightly, and said in Song Yuzhang's ear: "If you die, I will live for you. If you live, I will live with you. Yuzhang, you can die for anyone, but as long as you live, I want to live with you." You live together."

Song Yuzhang stretched out his hand suddenly, and Meng Tingjing didn't have time to hide. Song Yuzhang touched his face, and his palm was also wet. He smiled softly, "Tell me, how many times have you been hiding in bed and crying secretly during this time?"

Meng Tingjing tightened her arms, and said in a deep voice, "Don't talk nonsense, I haven't cried, and you haven't died, why should I cry?"

Song Yuzhang smiled, "Then why are you crying now?"

Meng Tingjing pressed the back of his head into her arms, "Go to sleep, look at you skinny," he said, feeling heartbroken again, what happened to Song Yuzhang in the past few months, he didn't ask, just thinking about it tortured him to death, He bowed his head and kissed Song Yuzhang's head again, "Starting tomorrow, I will make up for you."

Song Yuzhang said: "Have you lost weight? I don't think so."

"Thin."

Meng Tingjing's tone was decisive, but after a while, she said very unreasonably, "You're skinny."

Song Yuzhang hugged his waist, "You've lost weight too."

Meng Tingjing did not refute.

The night is silent, the silence is peaceful and leisurely.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yuzhang asked, "Are you asleep?"

"No."

"Can't sleep?"

Meng Ting fell silent.

Song Yuzhang fumbled and touched Meng Tingjing's face with his palm, Meng Tingjing pressed his palm and said in a low voice, "I didn't cry."

Song Yuzhang sighed softly, "Then why don't you sleep?"

Meng Tingjing grabbed his hand from loose to tight, and then from tight to loose, "You go to bed first."

"I can't sleep." Song Yuzhang admitted simply.

Meng Tingjing clenched his hand, and after being silent for a while, finally admitted: "I can't sleep either." He pressed Song Yuzhang's fingers to his face one by one, "I will sleep after you are gone." No more."

Song Yuzhang put his fingers on Meng Tingjing's skin, he sighed long and short, raised his head slightly, and lightly touched Meng Tingjing with his lips.

"I want to take Ah Mian back to Qingxi for burial. That is my hometown. Would you like to accompany me back?"

"Accompany," Meng Tingjing hugged him tightly, lowered her head and kissed his slightly warm lips, "Where are you going, I will accompany you wherever you go."