Song Yuzhang

It is raining heavily outside the window, but inside the house is quiet and peaceful, a warm little world is wrapped up in the blanket, hands and feet are touching, lips are touching, the tip of the nose is lightly pressed against the bridge of the nose, and it is hard to tell whose smell it is.

Another person's fingers were inserted between the fingers, and the ten fingers connected to the heart. The gap was filled, and the heart was full and comfortable.

It has to be this person, it has to be this person.

Meng Ting was quiet and slow, even hooking Song Yuzhang felt a little tedious.

Song Yuzhang is used to being unruly, I don't know why, but tonight he couldn't put on a flirtatious look, and somehow became a little green, obviously something he was used to, but strange sparks flickered, melting his whole body, turning him into a In the beach water, the waves are gently rippling, and the sound is broken, which makes people's ears warm.

His hands clasped together unbearably, and he touched the weirdly crooked fingers with his fingertips. Song Yuzhang rubbed the two distorted bones repeatedly, and his lips touched Meng Tingjing's lips bit by bit with pitch.

A long silk net of pleasure entangled him, Song Yuzhang leaned his hot face lightly on Meng Tingjing's shoulder, Meng Tingjing's shoulders were broad and hard, and his muscles bulged repeatedly, Song Yuzhang's cheeks were slightly rubbed, his eyes were half-opened and half-closed, a little floating, and Some trembling.

The breathing was slow and steady, the lips were wet and sticky, and after a while, the kiss deepened again. Song Yuzhang stretched a long arm across his waist, held the narrow part in his palm, and lifted him softly from the middle, Song Yuzhang leaned back Falling on his back, he swayed slightly, his short hair brushed against Meng Tingjing's Adam's apple, Meng Tingjing's long arms tightened and then loosened, and his breath was all by his ears.

The wind and rain rustled, and the shadows reflected by the dim and soft wall lamps fluttered violently along with it. Song Yuzhang stretched his body with the current, his arms were hung back on Meng Tingjing's neck, he turned his face sideways, and slightly opened his lips. hold it tightly.

It's hot and cozy.

Song Yuzhang tightened his eyebrows, there was an uncontrollable pain-like twist between his eyebrows and eyes, the graceful lines on his body stretched into an elongated arc, his fingertips felt numb, Song Yuzhang let out a long breath, irregular He took a few deep breaths, and the corners of his mouth relaxed slightly, his whole body was going to be crisp.

Song Yuzhang was so lazy, Meng Tingjing knew his habits, so he scrubbed him clean, lit a Persian cigar and stuffed it lightly into his mouth, Song Yuzhang half-closed his eyes and took a sip, revealing a faint smile. Smile, smoke drifted slowly from his lips, Song Yuzhang opened his eyes, Meng Tingjing was also looking at him with a slight smile, Song Yuzhang suddenly realized that Meng Tingjing was actually very good-looking, not just the pretty face, he reached out and touched Meng Tingjing's chin ,"so comfortable."

Meng Tingjing stretched out her arms to hold him in her arms, and kissed him on the forehead.

Song Yuzhang was smoking, and suddenly smiled, he raised his face, and said with a smile: "Do you still remember the time we quarreled?"

Meng Tingjing was a little ashamed but said confidently: "There were too many quarrels, which time?"

Song Yuzhang was laughing and puffing smoke. He enjoyed himself for a long time before leaning into Meng Tingjing's ear and whispering, "Say, one day I will be so comfortable that I will cry for my father and mother..."

Meng Tingjing remembered immediately, he also smiled, hugged Song Yuzhang's arm, and said: "Don't worry, I keep my word, and I will never break my promise."

Song Yuzhang laughed, turned around and sat straddling Meng Tingjing, and gave Meng Tingjing a hard "boo" on her lips, "Tingjing, you are so cute!"

Meng Tingjing was speechless for a while, because he really loved Song Yuzhang in his heart, so he was not angry. He gently pinched Song Yuzhang's upper and lower lips, and said lightly, "Don't talk nonsense."

After a few rounds of rain, Haizhou gradually began to show signs of winter. Song Yuzhang was a little worried about Yeyang's battle situation. Fortunately, Yeyang can only go out and not in, and the news from outside can't get in, but the situation inside can come out. At least for now, Yeyang can last another month.

That's barely good news.

The really good news is that the first section of the railway has been completed, and Yu Feiyu and his team are already on their way back to Haizhou.

Song Yuzhang was very happy to receive Yu Feiyu's letter. He patted Meng Tingjing's thigh hard and said with a smile, "Feiyu is indeed a talent!"

Meng Tingjing said: "He can do some practical things."

Song Yuzhang put his hand on Meng Tingjing's thigh, and smiled at him with his face turned sideways. Meng Tingjing's expression remained calm, and he also turned his face sideways, raising his eyebrows with the strength to spare.

Song Yuzhang laughed and squeezed Meng Tingjing's thigh, "Ting Jing, you are so cute."

Meng Tingjing was a little numb by his "cute long" and "cute short" all day long, so she calmly said, "Thank you, you're not bad either."

Song Yuzhang pulled his shoulders and hugged him hard, then rubbed his hair with his palms, Meng Tingjing dodged his head, "Don't mess around, I have to go to the chamber of commerce for a meeting this afternoon."

"What are you afraid of in a meeting?" Song Yuzhang said, "Don't you know what image you are in the eyes of our colleagues?"

Meng Tingjing stood up and escaped from Song Yuzhang's palm. With her hands behind her back and her long gown fluttering, she said, "My image is naturally tall and majestic."

Song Yuzhang laughed several times, propped his cheek with one hand, and was about to speak with his face crooked, but Meng Tingjing raised his hand to block it, and made a stop gesture, "Stop talking."

Song Yuzhang smiled and said, "You know what I'm going to say?"

Meng Tingjing turned her back and walked out, without turning her head, she left a resounding word - "cute!"

On the day Yu Feiyu returned, Song Yuzhang and Meng Tingjing also embarked on the journey to Qingxi.

Meng Tingjing said that no matter how cold the weather is, there will be danger of wind and snow on the road. It just so happens that Haizhou is considered to be calm now, and if things are done early, there will be less worries.

Song Yuzhang felt that he was right, so he took Fu Mian's ashes to Qingxi.

You can go to Qingxi by water, but the water is slow. Song Yuzhang decided to take the land because he was afraid of delaying things.

Song Yuzhang began to tell Meng Tingjing about his life experience on the road.

My mother was born as an actress, she was not popular in singing, so she sold herself. As for who her father is, it’s hard to say. Song Yuzhang asked Little Cherry when she was a child, and Little Cherry pouted with bright red lips, and said blankly: "Baby, mom is not sure. .”

Little Cherry's head is full of muddleheaded, except for a pretty face, she is living in a daze. It is a miracle that she can raise a son like Song Yuzhang - she only found out that she was pregnant when she was pregnant with Song Yuzhang for six months. Previously, she I always thought I was getting fat.

Song Yuzhang spoke unhurriedly, while Meng Ting listened quietly, with a touch of pity in his eyes.

Song Yuzhang didn't feel uncomfortable with this sympathy, he knew that Meng Tingjing didn't pity him, he just loved him and couldn't hear or see him suffer.

But in fact, Song Yuzhang really doesn't think he was born in hardship.

Little Cherry has done her best.

In his eyes, Little Cherry is the best mother, but she is not good enough for herself.

If it wasn't for supporting Song Yuzhang, maybe Little Cherry wouldn't be in the skin business for a long time.

Song Yuzhang didn't mention his love history, not because he was afraid of provoking Meng Tingjing, but because he thought it was unnecessary.

Meng Tingjing grabbed his hand, rubbed the back of his hand slightly with her fingers, and said, "Little Cherry is a very cute name." He raised his face and looked at Song Yuzhang, "She has raised you very well."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "If she heard this, she would be much happier and eat three bowls of ice."

Meng Tingjing also laughed, and he said softly, "She likes to eat ice?"

"Yes," Song Yuzhang said with a smile on his lips, "She is greedy for cold, and loves to eat ice all year round, even ice cream in winter."

"how about you?"

"I?"

Song Yuzhang smiled and said, "Of course I follow her."

Meng Tingjing squeezed his hand and said, "There is an ice cream shop run by an Italian in Haizhou, and it opens in winter."

Song Yuzhang felt like a gentle wind blowing in his heart, "That's not bad."

It was still summer when Song Yuzhang left Qingxi, but it was already winter when he came back. Winter in Qingxi was not cold, and there were crowds of people on the street, wearing only a little thicker than autumn clothes.

Song Yuzhang was surprised to find that Qingxi had hardly changed.

This place has been transformed by Fu Mian. Fu Mian is dead, but it is still functioning well.

Song Yuzhang had never shown his face in Qingxi before, so he only caused a little commotion on the street. He was born well, and now he doesn't hide it, so naturally he wants to make people turn their heads frequently.

Meng Tingjing had never been to Qingxi before, Qingxi is really a small place, not worth his visit, thinking that Song Yuzhang was born and raised here, Meng Tingjing's eyes on this small town could not help but become soft, suddenly there was something in his mind When he saw a stone, he imagined that Song Yuzhang squatted beside the stone to play when he was a child. When he saw a flower, he imagined that Song Yuzhang would stare at the flower intently. In his heart, a little Song Yuzhang came alive, delicate and beautiful. The little palm was scratching the tip of his heart lightly.

"It's here."

Song Yuzhang stopped in front of a big house.

The location of the mansion is remote, at the entrance of an alley, Song Yuzhang pushed the door, and the door opened directly.

The unattended house, Song Yuzhang saw fallen leaves all over the ground as soon as he entered.

Fallen leaves are green, they don't fall naturally when the time comes, but are destroyed by wind and rain, covering the ground.

Song Yuzhang held the celadon jar, and the short-term memory came back to his mind. Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, and he had no feeling for that memory.

it's already over.

Meng Tingjing didn't know whether Song Yuzhang's "right here" referred to the place where he lived with Xiao Yingying or the place where he was imprisoned by Fu Mian, but judging by the age of the house, it was probably the latter.

Meng Tingjing looked cold, looking at every plant and tree here with hatred in his heart.

Song Yuzhang led Meng Tingjing to the courtyard where he lived before.

The tall sweet-scented osmanthus tree is still blooming, not full of flowers, but sporadic little yellow spots, but it is still in bloom, the fragrance is not strong, very fresh and timeless, Song Yuzhang took a deep breath, looked back and smiled at Meng Tingjing, "This tree has a lot of life. It was there when I was a child."

Meng Tingjing listened, his expression softened, and he touched the rough tree trunk with his palm, as if he also touched the young Song Yuzhang.

Meng Tingjing thought about the little jade chapter in his heart, and said, "It's cute."

Song Yuzhang exhaled lightly, and raised his eyes to look far away, but he couldn't see too far away. The small courtyard was also isolated by a square wall.

Originally, Song Yuzhang wanted to bring Fu Mian back to Anjin, but after thinking about it, Fu Mian said that he had been kicked out by the Fu family, and he was no longer named in the family tree. How should he explain to the Fu family after he returned?How to explain the story between him and Fu Mian?

Forget it.

A Mian, you have no hometown, so stay in my hometown.

Song Yuzhang dug a hole under the osmanthus tree.

He liked to play here when he was a child, because of the fragrance of flowers, dense leaves, and many insects, it is hard for children not to like such a place.

I just don't know if Fu Mianxi likes it or not.

Song Yuzhang buried the celadon jar, stared deeply for a moment, put his hands together the soil, and there were flowers and leaves in the soil, which almost brought a little fragrance. As time went by, there would be lively insects living on it. At that time, this place is completely a paradise for children.

Song Yuzhang finished the matter by himself, his hands were terribly dirty, Meng Tingjing frowned and grabbed his hands to wash in the pool beside him.

The water in the pool was cold, but Meng Tingjing's hands were very angry. He carefully scrubbed Song Yuzhang's fingers, and said while scrubbing, "Pick the gap between your fingers."

Song Yuzhang smiled, feeling that Meng Tingjing's tone of voice seemed to treat him like a child.

He suddenly became playful, flicked his finger, and flicked the water drops all over Meng Tingjing's face.

Meng Tingjing looked over patiently and wordlessly, Song Yuzhang was smiling, Meng Tingjing turned her face away and shook her head, not fussing with him.

The two of them settled down at the hotel in Qingxi with their entourage. Since Qingxi was the place where Song Yuzhang grew up, Meng Tingjing wanted to go sightseeing with great interest. The main reason was to hear Song Yuzhang say "how was this place when I was young?" , As a result, during a walk during the day, Song Yuzhang's mouth was full of "this place is completely different from when I was a child", Meng Tingjing was greatly disappointed, and his feelings for this place faded.

In fact, Song Yuzhang is the same. Qingxi is his hometown, but he no longer has his home. How can a place without a home be called his hometown?

After staying in Qingxi for two days, Meng Tingjing was about to return to Haizhou with Song Yuzhang. Before they arrived at Haizhou, they met Liu Chu who was hurrying on a fast horse.

Liu Chu brought two pieces of news.

One is the good news - Yeyang won the battle and Nie Yinbing is coming back.

The other is bad news - fiat currencies plummeting, banks in chaos.