Song Yuzhang

This one-hour pastime, the pastime of Chen Hanmin's soul flew into the sky, and he walked back and forth between life and death, almost forgetting whether he returned from France or France.

Song Yuzhang expected this to be a prodigal, but he didn't expect him to be so promiscuous, and he seemed to hate seeing each other later.

Chen Hanmin was dizzy, and leaned softly in Song Yuzhang's arms to drink water. After drinking half a glass of water, the thirst in his throat was finally relieved. When he recovered, the first sentence was emotion.

"Mr. Song, you are better than foreigners!"

The second sentence is still emotional.

"I thought I was going to die!"

Song Yuzhang raised his country's prestige in an unexpected event, and he was still neither arrogant nor impetuous, and said gently: "Don't worry, so far, no one has died on my bed."

Chen Hanmin was very tired. He rested in Song Yuzhang's arms for a while, looked up at Song Yuzhang's chin carefully, and found that the lines of his chin were graceful and sharp. Demon, the person stood up and licked the drop of sweat.

Song Yuzhang lowered his head, looked at his blushing face, smiled inexplicably, pinched his face with his fingers, "Do you really want to die?"

"I am willing to die on your bed." Chen Hanmin said shamelessly.

And Song Yuzhang just likes Chen Hanmin's shamelessness.

Chen Hanmin's initiative won him the opportunity to accompany Song Yuzhang on the boat.

During the communication with Song Yuzhang, Chen Hanmin learned that Song Yuzhang returned from studying abroad at Oxford University, and he studied sociology. Chen Hanmin was studying abroad in France every day. He only got a taste of the French style and did not speak French fluently. So I admire Song Yuzhang even more. He has both knowledge and ability, and he is really a character who has the best of both worlds.

The two of them drink, gamble, dance and watch the theater together every day, and when they are tired, they go back to the room to spend time together. Chen Hanmin feels that he has never had such a happy time in his life.

"Mr. Song..." Chen Hanmin lay sweating in Song Yuzhang's arms, and said softly, "We will be docking the day after tomorrow."

Song Yuzhang put his arm around him and smoked lazily with the other, "Yeah."

"Then we..."

Chen Hanmin was a bit reluctant to part with this mysterious Mr. Song who refused to reveal his name.

He is also used to playing, and he knows in his heart that Mr. Song is just using him as a pastime. He is happy with what he explained earlier in the morning. He is a man, and no one can blackmail anyone. Nothing happened for a few days.

Song Yuzhang lowered his eyes, saw Chen Hanmin's face crying, and sighed softly, "Do you want to cry?"

Chen Hanmin remained silent, his hands wrapped tightly around Song Yuzhang like vines, his chest rose and fell, he seemed to be angry, but also seemed to calm the pain in his chest, he raised his head and said sadly: "Mr. Song, kill me. "

Song Yuzhang smiled, pinched Chen Hanmin's chin, and kissed him on the mouth, "I can't bear it."

In the past two days, the two of them fooled around, and Song Yuzhang always left when he was done. At that night, Chen Hanmin bullied Song Yuzhang and refused to let him go back to his cabin. He wanted to share the bed with Song Yuzhang for at least one night, and Song Yuzhang agreed.

Chen Hanmin was overjoyed, and poured out his heart in Song Yuzhang's arms.

The two parted soon, and the relationship that was already like a silk thread was about to break. Like a person dying, Chen Hanmin began to confess his love history in Song Yuzhang's arms. He began to fall in love when he was 12 years old and saw a classmate who went to school together. All the way to tell the story between him and the landlord in France.

He spoke emotionally, choked up several times, and made the foreshadowing to the end. He came to a conclusion - once the sea was too difficult for water, except that Wushan was not a cloud, the love of his life was Song Yuzhang.

For his sincere speech, Song Yuzhang gently stroked his neck, "Hanmin, don't talk nonsense."

Chen Hanmin's brilliant love history is not worth mentioning in front of Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang's first girlfriend was a maid in his family.

That was also his last girlfriend.

That little maid's name is Chun Xing, she is as her name suggests, sour and pleasant.

Chun Xing was bought by Little Cherry. She didn't know where her parents were from or when she was born. Little Cherry bought her for ten yuan and asked her to take care of housework inside and outside the house and Song Yuzhang.

Chun Xing was eight years old when she was first bought into the house. She was as thin as five or six years old. She was diligent and nimble. She ate less and did more.

As she got older, Chun Xing gradually showed the embryonic form of a girl, and she was quite beautiful.

Little Cherry was a little worried. Song Yuzhang was only two years younger than Chun Xing. She was afraid that the two children would get together, and if there was a baby, she would become a grandma at a young age.

When Chun Xing was 16 years old, Little Cherry wanted to tell Chun Xing out. She fell in love with the rickshaw driver she often took, and wanted to marry Chun Xing to the 31-year-old widower.

她这个想法未成形，年纪轻轻的没做奶奶，出门遇上械斗，被不知哪里射来的冷枪打死了。

Once Little Cherry died, Song Yuzhang became an orphan.

The master cook ran away with Xiao Cherry's money and jewelry, leaving only Song Yuzhang and Chun Xing at home. Ma Jiming wanted 16-year-old Chun Xing to take over the main business and continue to be his concubine. 14-year-old Song Yuzhang ran away overnight with Chun Xing.

The two depended on each other for life. This pair of beautiful boys and girls wandered in misery all the way, and I don't know how many hardships and dangers they have gone through. At the most critical moment, the two hid in the cave, listening to the sound of guns outside, Chun Xing cried, "Master, we Are you going to die?"

"No," Song Yuzhang put his arms around her and patted her on the shoulder, "With the young master here, you won't die."

"Master, I'm not married yet. I heard that the girl died before she got married. She was full of resentment. Wherever she died, she stayed there for the rest of her life. I don't want to stay here..."

Chun Xing cried sadly, and 14-year-old Song Yuzhang frowned slightly, and promised to go out in the name of his wife, "It doesn't matter, if you can't escape, I will marry you."

In fact, Little Cherry was completely overwhelmed. Song Yuzhang and Chun Xing played together since they were young, and Song Yuzhang had no interest in the girl who looked younger than him. He always regarded Chun Xing as his little sister in his heart.

Song Yuzhang's heart is always full of warmth for those who seem weaker than him, sometimes the warmth is so reckless, when he realizes that Chun Xing, who escaped from death, really wants to marry him when he is eighteen years old, he just fell in love with a regular Boys who go to church to sing.

At this time, Song Yuzhang showed amazing courage when cutting off feelings. Like his mother, he quickly took care of Chun Xing. He was not a widower, but he was two years older than Chun Xing. Living in the back of their small dilapidated house, he is very honest and often secretly looks at Chun Xing and blushes.

Chunxing has always been gentle and gentle, and has no objection to this marriage. She knows very well in her heart that Song Yuzhang doesn't like her. The promise in the cave is a comfort to death, but meaningless to life.

On the day of her wedding, Chun Xing still cried.

"Master, I'm leaving."

Song Yuzhang waved his hand, "You don't have to come back and cook for me tomorrow."

In fact, they were no longer masters and servants. Song Yuzhang did not pay her, but she still faithfully fulfilled the obligation of the ten yuan contract.

On the second day of her wedding, Chun Xing went back to cook for Song Yuzhang, but when she entered the house, she found that the house was empty and clean as if no one had ever lived in it.

Song Yuzhang left.

After settling down his little girl, he finally had nothing to worry about, and threw himself into the world of flowers by himself, and quickly became a bastard and a vagabond.

Song Yuzhang fell asleep with his arms around Chen Hanmin. He didn't think of Fu Mian or Tang Jin at all, let alone Nie Yinbing. He really admired Chen Hanmin for being able to remember so clearly.

He sees one and loves one, loves one and throws one away, throws one away and forgets the other.

Relaxed all over, seize the day and night.

When Song Yuzhang woke up in the middle of the night, the boat was already shaking violently, and Chen Hanmin was also woken up. He was in a daze of sleep, "Did you dock..."

Song Yuzhang got out of bed, put on a bathrobe casually, went to the window and opened the curtains to have a look. It was pitch black outside, and the wind and rain were blowing. A bolt of lightning slipped past his sight, followed by a dull thunder, shaking the surface of the sea The waves are like undulating mountain peaks.

In the past four years of traveling alone, Song Yuzhang has not only enriched his love history, he has developed an extremely keen intuition for danger, especially the danger of death.

"It's raining," Song Yuzhang whispered, "it's not very good."

Chen Hanmin didn't know what the "not so good" he meant, and the ship shook violently again.

Then he saw Song Yuzhang put down the curtains, strode towards the door, opened the door decisively and left.

Chen Hanmin was dizzy from the shaking. He sat up and went to look out the window. He saw a huge wave hitting the deck, and he heard the sound like a shell through the window.

Song Yuzhang hurried back to his room, changed into clean clothes, opened the box of banknotes, put a layer of newspaper inside, covered the box and lifted it up, and walked out of the room to the dance hall on the side of the ship, halfway through, He stopped again.

When Song Yuzhang returned, many people had already left the cabin, and Chen Hanmin was still packing things in a panic.

"Only bring valuables!"

Song Yuzhang's going back and forth made Chen Hanmin calm down, and he looked back.

At this time Song Yuzhang was standing in front of him, and the two thin lips, which were slightly darker than the pink rose Chen Hanmin had seen in France, were slightly pursed. Slightly protruding like a persecution, cold, and even a bit murderous.

"quick!"

After Chen Hanmin packed up his things, Song Yuzhang took him out by the hand. At this time, the boat tilted suddenly, and Chen Hanmin slid down half a meter like a piece of paper. He screamed and was dragged back by Song Yuzhang who was as immobile as a mountain.

"Hold on to me." Song Yuzhang said coldly.

Chen Hanmin quickly hugged him tightly with both arms.

In fact, Song Yuzhang and this son-in-law are just a love affair, far from friendship, but at this critical moment, Song Yuzhang's sympathy for the weak surged up strangely and uncontrollably, no matter if it was a bitch, a girl, or a little boy. He is an inescapable weakness of the prodigal son.