Song Yuzhang

It was already dark outside, and there were two lanterns hanging in front of Meng's house. Under the dim light, Nie Yinbing led a tall, shiny black horse, and stared intently at the two tightly closed doors under the brim of his hat. The two doors moved, and he took half a step forward, his hard riding boots slammed on the stone ground with a "crack".

Song Yuzhang pushed open the door and saw Nie Yinbing.

The two looked at each other, their eyes were full of light, but it was very strange that neither of them moved, just stood in place, looking at each other quietly across the stone steps.

Nie Yinbing put down the reins, raised his legs and strode up the stone steps. When he was two steps away from Song Yuzhang, he reached out and grabbed Song Yuzhang's waist and lifted Song Yuzhang slightly. Song Yuzhang put his hands on him subconsciously. On his shoulder, he smiled slightly, "Drink ice."

Nie Yinbing raised his face, the brim of the dark green hat cast a little shadow on his face, his eyes flashed a soft light in the shadow, Song Yuzhang couldn't help but soften his heart, "I'm back."

Nie Yinbing stared at him for a long time, he was speaking with his own eyes, thousands of words, all concentrated in this look, the raging flames of war, continuous longing, all these were in his eyes.

Song Yuzhang didn't understand these tender feelings before, but now he can understand them too.

In the silence, the gaze became long and heavy. Nie Yinbing remained motionless, like a silent stone statue. He hadn't seen Song Yuzhang for a long time, and every glance was making up for the missing time.

"Come back this time, do you still want to go?"

The opening and closing of Song Yuzhang's lips slowed down in Nie Yinbing's eyes. His eyes, ears, and nose were all catching Song Yuzhang in front of him independently. Song Yuzhang's face, voice, and breath spread out like a net. Caging him in it made him a little confused.

Song Yuzhang couldn't hear his answer, so he called again: "Drink ice?"

Nie Yinbing raised her head and kissed him.

Song Yuzhang was slightly taken aback, his heart was very soft, but there was also a kind of desolation in the softness, Nie Yinbing's kiss was very clean and pure, just lips touching, this was probably the most outrageous expression when his love was strong.

Song Yuzhang was full of sadness, unable to understand the turbulent emotional tide in Nie Yinbing.

Xiao Fengxian, he is going to take away, he has suffered and suffered for him, Song Yuzhang has decided to support him for the rest of his life, Meng Tingjing, he also wants to take away, since Meng Tingjing loves him so much, no matter what, he is selfish Now, she has to go with him even if she loses her family and career, Nie Yinbing...

Song Yuzhang stepped back slightly, separated his lips from Nie Yinbing's, and moved his palm away from Nie Yinbing's shoulder, and his palm brushed over the cold and hard stars on Nie Yinbing's shoulder.

The top student in the military academy can only hang around with some low-level bandits aggrievedly. This time, he is finally on the battlefield. Song Yuzhang's eyes fell on Nie Yinbing's collar button, and he wiped Nie Yin with his thumb. With Bing's straight collar, he smiled slightly and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and you haven't said anything?"

Nie Yinbing's breath sprayed on Song Yuzhang's face with a cooling breath, and he finally said the first sentence after meeting - "I'm thinner again."

Hearing this, Song Yuzhang felt sore in his heart, and the corners of his mouth turned up and he said, "This is called slim."

Nie Yinbing looked up and looked at Song Yuzhang's hair again. He reached out and touched the top of Song Yuzhang's head. The hair was so short that he looked like a soldier under his hands. "What's wrong with the hair?"

As soon as Song Yuzhang heard it, he knew that Nie Yinbing knew nothing about what happened during their parting time.

The battlefield is a vortex that can swallow everything, and the love of children will appear very insignificant in it. Song Yuzhang was very happy, and he continued to smile and said: "This is called refreshing."

Nie Yinbing continued to stare at him, scanning Song Yuzhang's face inch by inch, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

Or maybe I want to watch it longer this time so that I can survive the next separation.

Song Yuzhang swept his palm from Nie Yinbing's shoulder to his arm, pulled Nie Yinbing's hand away, and said to Nie Yinbing, "Go in and talk."

Nie Yinbing took his hand, and his footsteps were as firm as a rock. He refused to enter the door of Meng's house, and Song Yuzhang did not force him, "Then talk here."

Nie Yinbing wanted to take Song Yuzhang back to Nie's house. When Song Yuzhang said this, he couldn't express his thoughts. After fighting for half a year, Nie Yinbing commanded thousands of troops, but he couldn't command Song Yuzhang in front of him.

The two sat on the stone steps and talked, but the horse was very obedient, with its head lowered to eat the neatly arranged flowers and plants at the gate of Meng's house.

Nie Yinbing narrated his years on the battlefield in a few words. In fact, it was nothing more than killing, hatred, failure, and victory. Drinking ice is enjoyable.

If he died on the battlefield, Nie Yinbing probably wouldn't resent anything.

Nie Yinbing has no idea how the upper echelon fights and grabs benefits. He just fights and kills the enemy, it's that simple.

Song Yuzhang and Nie Yinbing have known each other for a long time, and Nie Yinbing has always given him the feeling that he is very out of date, not only his words and behavior, but he seems to be out of tune with this world. He can't find his place in the world.

The battlefield is the place that really suits him.

Song Yuzhang's eyes were soft, and he was very happy for Nie Yinbing.

"Yeyang has been defeated, and there are three or four cities to come..." Song Yuzhang hesitated to speak, and suddenly smiled, he said suddenly: "Yin Bing, I have to go."

Nie Yinbing had already taken off his hat, and the night wind blew his short hair. He looked at Song Yuzhang intently.

Song Yuzhang smiled and said: "When you were away, many things happened, I...I want to leave, hey, I still can't stay in one place," Song Yuzhang said in a relaxed tone, "I want to go out for a walk. "

After hearing this, Nie Yinbing asked, "Where are you going?"

"uncertain."

Nie Yinbing was silent.

Song Yuzhang said: "Go and see Bonian first."

Nie Yinbing still couldn't fully understand Song Yuzhang's meaning, "When will you come back?"

Song Yuzhang looked at the deep night, and said three words again from his lips - "I don't know."

Now, Nie Yinbing fully understood what Song Yuzhang meant.

Song Yuzhang felt that Nie Yinbing was staring at his side face urgently, and he said calmly, "I'll write you a letter when I'm abroad."

Nie Yinbing continued to remain silent, and Song Yuzhang gradually hardened his heart. Nie Yinbing and him had never been together for a long time, as if separation was their normal state.

Song Yuzhang reached out and squeezed Nie Yinbing's hand, "Yinbing, take care."

Song Yuzhang stood up, but Nie Yinbing couldn't pull out his palm.

Nie Yinbing didn't look at Song Yuzhang, he was sitting on the steps, the two particularly disobedient hairs on top of his head were shaking with the night wind, Song Yuzhang turned his back to him and didn't look back.

The palms were tightly clenched, but it was only a one-way force. Nie Yinbing stared at the front with heavy eyes. He had fought for half a year, and the war left some marks on him. Impulsive, wanting to take Song Yuzhang's hand and hug him onto the horse, then snatch him and run away.

Why are you leaving?How can I go?Nie Yinbing was full of things to say, but he was afraid that if he said it, he would push Song Yuzhang further away. He just held Song Yuzhang's hand, and in his heart, heaven and man were at war. hold him.

"Why?" Nie Yinbing whispered.

Song Yuzhang had already stepped up the steps with one foot, and he said calmly, "I've made a decision to drink ice."

Nie Yinbing was still holding his hand tightly. After a while, he got up suddenly, and with a little force on his arm, he pulled Song Yuzhang, who had already taken a step, back into his arms. Nie Yinbing stared at Song Yuzhang tightly. , he said slowly, "I'll go with you."

Song Yuzhang looked deeply into Nie Yinbing's eyes, and found that there was a kind of determined pain in Nie Yinbing's eyes.

Nie Yinbing is also willing.

Even if he really didn't want to, even if he wanted to be out of tune with this world, he did it willingly. A strong man broke his wrist, and it wasn't Song Yuzhang who broke his wrist.

Song Yuzhang also exerted strength with his palms. He lowered his head slightly and took several deep breaths. He raised his arms around Nie Yinbing's broad shoulders, and stroked the stars on Nie Yinbing's shoulders with his palms. Song Yuzhang said in a deep voice: " Yin Bing, I know your temperament, you like to fight, so go to fight, you see, for the past half a year, I am not by your side, and you are not by my side, we are all living well, Yin Bing, I know your heart." Song Yuzhang patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "Do what you want, don't do it for me..." Song Yuzhang paused, and said in a sad tone: "...Travel yourself."

Nie Yinbing lowered his head, leaning the tip of his nose against Song Yuzhang's neckline, the smell of Song Yuzhang's body flooded towards him vigorously, Nie Yinbing felt a strange sadness, he thought, Song Yuzhang seemed to really understand his heart.

Song Yuzhang hugged Nie Yinbing for a long time. He said softly that he was going abroad, but he might not come back in the future. Besides, he said that he went to the United States to visit Bonian, and Nie Yinbing would definitely come to visit Bonian in the future, so , the two always have a chance to meet, separation and meeting always happen alternately, they are separated now, maybe they will meet again soon.

Nie Yinbing didn't listen to Song Yuzhang's comfort at all.

He only knew that Song Yuzhang was leaving and refused to let him go with him.

Song Yuzhang made the decision for him.

Nie Yinbing left.

Song Yuzhang re-entered the door, and was startled as soon as he entered the door—Meng Tingjing was standing behind the door, like a ghost.

Song Yuzhang was taken aback in his heart, but his face was still calm, and he quickly came back to his senses, his brows and eyes slightly curved: "Are you hiding here and listening to the wall?"

Meng Tingjing answered the wrong question and asked, "Why didn't you take him with you?"

"Drinking ice is a natural fit for war," Song Yuzhang said as he walked in, "Why abolish him because of his own selfishness?"

Meng Tingjing also followed with her hands behind her back, and hummed, "Then you don't care about me."

Song Yuzhang said casually, "Didn't I also ask for your opinion?"

"Didn't he agree too?"

Song Yuzhang walked a long way before he said slowly: "He agrees, but I disagree."

"Actually, I think you should agree. After killing all the Japanese, Nancheng is afraid that they will start beating their own people. If their own people beat their own people, it may be much more ruthless than outsiders."

Song Yuzhang stopped and turned around, Meng Tingjing looked at him calmly.

After pondering for a while, Song Yuzhang said: "Yin Bing doesn't understand politics, but he has his own principles. I think, if he really reaches that point, he will know how to go."

Meng Tingjing continued: "He doesn't understand politics, so you are not afraid that he will become a victim of struggle?"

Song Yuzhang squinted his eyes, and after looking Meng Tingjing up and down, he stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers, but Meng Tingjing ignored him.

Song Yuzhang smiled slightly, and said softly, "Are you jealous?"

Meng Tingjing looked very calm at first, and after a while, he came over and hooked Song Yuzhang's neck, pulled him into his arms, bowed his head and whispered in Song Yuzhang's ear: "The last time we had a long talk all night, as soon as I woke up, you and He ran away."

Song Yuzhang was a little dumbfounded when he recalled the past, "It was different that time."

Meng Tingjing snorted softly in his heart, thinking that of course it was different, he just watched inside, if Song Yuzhang had any signs of leaving with Nie Yinbing, he would snatch him back immediately, to his great delight, After the two finished talking, Nie Yinbing asked Song Yuzhang to go back to Nie's house with him, but Song Yuzhang refused.

Song Yuzhang was willing to pay for Fu Mian's life, and at the same time he was reluctant to let Nie Yinbing give up his bright future to go with him, but Song Yuzhang was willing to live with him, and if he wanted him to go with him, who said that Song Yuzhang's feelings for him were worse than those two? Personal shallow?

Meng Tingjing felt that Song Yuzhang should have the deepest affection for him!

He was smug in his heart, but he was not complacent on the surface, he was still worried about gains and losses, he waited for Song Yuzhang to say a few good words to coax him, but Song Yuzhang seemed to be completely puzzled by the style, so he stretched out a hand when he went back Lazy, he patted the rocking chair and said: "This chair is really hard, it's winter, why don't you put something on it?"

Meng Tingjing was speechless for a while, and went over to pat his waist, "The bed is soft, go to bed!"

The two talked on the bed for a long time. Meng Tingjing didn't engage in politics, but he had a keen sense of smell. He caught a lot of clues when he went to Nancheng. He told Song Yuzhang that Song Yuzhang became more determined to leave. Don't analyze and explain with Nie Yinbing, and you are afraid that Nie Yinbing will suffer if he doesn't have the city, so it's better not to talk.

After some exchanges, Meng Tingjing confided all her plans, and Song Yuzhang felt very good after listening.

"I can't leave in vain," Meng Tingjing took a cigarette for a rare occasion, "I have already made an agreement with Li Zifeng. After I leave, I will entrust all of Haizhou's properties to him."

Song Yuzhang also took a cigarette and put it in the corner of his mouth, "How much did he pay?"

Meng Tingjing made a gesture.

Song Yuzhang probably knew it well, and said, "It's cheaper for him."

Meng Tingjing shook her head, "If you stay, it will be taken sooner or later. If it's not him, it will be someone else. These people treat the country as their private property. Before they win the battle, they rush to divide the territory."

Song Yuzhang took a puff of cigarette, but he actually agreed with Meng Tingjing in his heart.

The Golden Bill is ridiculous to say the least, it is just a piece of waste paper, and it can squeeze everyone out.

Damn it, whoever loves to do it, he won't accompany him anymore!

Song Yuzhang blinked his eyes, and said coldly, "Tell me, are those local people in Haizhou also very interested in the docks and textile factories?"

Meng Tingjing turned to look at him.

The corners of Song Yuzhang's mouth twitched, "That Commander Li, since he has a wharf and a textile factory, the railway and arsenal should also be in his pocket to be happy, right?"

Meng Tingjing vaguely understood Song Yuzhang's intentions in his smirk, and put the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray by the bed, he held Song Yuzhang's face, and kissed him firmly between the eyebrows, "I can't change this bad habit !"

Song Yuzhang laughed, pinched his cigarette, cupped Meng Tingjing's face, and kissed him between the eyebrows, "It's good to know!"