Song Yuzhang

There are many dance halls in Haizhou, and the competition is extremely fierce. Among them, Vienna is the most popular now. There are several well-known courtesans in Haizhou. At night, the neon lights are flashing at the door, and the aroma is tangy. Children who sell cigarettes, flowers, and sugar A lot of people sell to the customers who come and go.

Song Mingzhao said he was here to dance, but in fact he was here to drink. He didn't even like those beautiful courtesans, so he specially told Song Yuzhang to be careful and don't follow their ways. In his eyes, Song Yuzhang is a gentle and quiet brother, Probably still a virgin.

Song Yuzhang actually seldom comes to such romantic places.

It's not that he is noble, but that he has no interest in women.

It's also fortunate that he is not interested in women, otherwise he probably would not know how many children he is the father of now.

After a few glasses of wine, Song Mingzhao started talking nonsense, calling Song Yuzhang a bastard for a while, crying and pulling Song Yuzhang's hand, saying that the two of them are real brothers. It is a very touching and lovely young man.

Song Yuzhang took a sip of the cold wine and stared at Song Mingzhao's blushing face lying on the table with a smile on his lips.

"Fourth brother?" Song Yuzhang called out in a low voice.

A small snort was his answer.

Song Yuzhang smiled, and raised his hand to summon the waiter, "Do you have any rooms upstairs?"

"Have."

"Give me one."

Song Yuzhang carried the man upstairs, tipped the waiter, and threw him on the bed.

Song Mingzhao was not completely drunk, after mumbling a few words on the bed, he turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

Song Yuzhang shook his head lightly, went to the bathroom in the room to untie his hands, and washed his hands slowly. Song Yuzhang stared at his face in the mirror. He turned his chin and saw the slightly stubbled beard underneath.

Hold fire.

Song Yuzhang put his hands on the sink, shook his head while laughing, and commented in his heart: "Hungry and thirsty."

Song Yuzhang threw Song Mingzhao in the room, intending to carry out some sex-hunting behavior in this romantic place.

You don't have to be too particular, as long as you are beautiful and clean.

Song Yuzhang walked unhurriedly to the stairs at the end of the room. When he was going down the stairs, he unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance. The other person was wearing a light-colored gown, feminine and handsome. It was very different from when he was wearing women's clothing on the stage. Song Yuzhang didn't recognize him for a while. , passing by, he said: "Little Yuxian?"

Xiao Yuxian was walking forward with his head down, when he heard someone call his name, his chest jumped suddenly, and he turned his head in great surprise, when he saw that it was Song Yuzhang, he immediately panicked, "Song, Master Song... "

Seeing his flustered expression, Song Yuzhang thought about where he was, and understood almost immediately. He nodded slightly, turned around and left without saying hello, for fear of embarrassing Xiao Yuxian.

The stairs were revolving, and Song Yuzhang noticed the gaze from above after descending one floor. He raised his head and met Xiao Yuxian's looking down. When Xiao Yuxian saw him, he immediately withdrew his protruding head as if startled.

Song Yuzhang smiled vaguely, and thought, "Little rabbit."

After walking down a few steps, Song Yuzhang walked more and more slowly, and finally turned his head back. He returned in three steps at a time. Xiao Yuxian had already entered the corridor, which was covered with a blood-red carpet. He walked gracefully. , a lot of style on stage.

Song Yuzhang stopped him.

Xiao Yuxian had unlimited demeanor on stage, but offstage he looked at a not so magnificent and beautiful man, he was just delicate, but his eyebrows and eyes were charming, which also had his unique charm.

"What are you doing here?" Song Yuzhang said warmly.

Xiao Yuxian was blushed by his knowingly asking, he whispered: "See you friend."

"I'm your friend too."

Xiao Yuxian raised her face when she heard his smiling words.

Song Yuzhang said: "I have heard your plays and praised your performances, so I should be considered your friend, right?"

Xiao Yuxian's hands and feet were a little cold, he slowly lowered his head, and said softly, "Forget it."

"Shall we find a place to talk?"

"..."

Xiao Yuxian was in trouble for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Master Shen is still waiting for me."

Song Yuzhang said slowly: "Not everything can be called a master." For example, he is neither a thing nor a master.

The power of the Song family, Xiao Yuxian naturally knew how prosperous it was in Haizhou, he hesitated for a moment and said: "Then listen to Master Song."

Song Yuzhang summoned the waiter and asked for another room, which was next door to where Song Mingzhao slept.

As soon as he entered the room, Xiao Yuxian trembled. He was wearing a long robe, and the trembling was very conspicuous. The folds of the robe trembled accordingly. Song Yuzhang looked at him and smiled, and said to him, "Sit down and talk."

Song Yuzhang sat down on the sofa, and Xiao Yuxian followed step by step.

After Song Yuzhang sat down, he was still standing. Song Yuzhang pointed to a place far away from him, "Sit." Xiao Yuxian then sat down.

There were cigarettes and wine on the coffee table, Song Yuzhang smoked a cigarette, and when he was about to light it, Xiao Yuxian said: "Master Song, I will light a cigarette for you."

Song Yuzhang glanced at him, Xiao Yuxian's face was pale, but his expression was very docile, a kind of docile resignation, he squatted and moved over, struck a match, lit a cigarette, and then looked at Song Yuzhang timidly.

Song Yuzhang took a sip of his cigarette and asked casually, "Do you have any experience?"

Xiao Yuxian's face turned even paler, "This is the first time for me."

"why?"

"..."

Xiao Yuxian was silent for a while, then said, "For money."

"For money..." Song Yuzhang said in a low voice, his voice and tone of voice were extremely pleasant, with a touch of laziness at night.

Song Yuzhang said again: "How much?"

"Ten thousand."

"Ten thousand?" Song Yuzhang was a little surprised, and he said directly, "You are so expensive?"

Xiao Yuxian's face was red and then white, "No, it's not just for one night."

"how long?"

"One month."

"That's a lot."

Song Yuzhang commented objectively, took out the cigarette from his mouth, put the finger holding the cigarette on his forehead, "Why are you short of so much money?"

Xiao Yuxian didn't want to say it at first, but if he said it, he could delay the time and save the pain, so he whispered: "The class leader borrowed a debt, and he is eager to pay it back."

Song Yuzhang laughed, took another puff of cigarette, and said, "Isn't your class leader colluding with that Lord Shen to trick you into selling yourself?"

The word "selling one's body" came out of Song Yuzhang's mouth nakedly, and Xiao Yuxian's face became even more ugly. He continued to whisper: "No, the leader really lost money."

Song Yuzhang nodded, "Why doesn't Song Qiyuan help you?"

Xiao Yuxian said: "I didn't mention it to the third master."

"why?"

"...I don't want to trouble the third master." Xiao Yuxian said with difficulty.

Song Yuzhang thought for a while and said, "Do you not like men?"

Xiao Yuxian raised her face again.

Song Yuzhang is undoubtedly beautiful, but his beauty is different from his own. It is a compelling beauty that makes people difficult to approach and dare not touch.

Xiao Yuxian shook her lips and said slowly: "...Yes."

He doesn't like men, but wants to sell himself to a man, Song Yuzhang touched his face, lowered his head and kissed him between the eyebrows, "Poor little girl."

This did not repel Xiao Yuxian in the slightest, and in Song Yuzhang's warm breath, he almost wanted to cry.

"Go to bed."

Xiao Yuxian lay down on the bed resignedly.

He lay flat, with his head and feet in a straight line, his hands folded in front of his abdomen, in a posture that could fit into a coffin.

Song Yuzhang stood in front of the bed and said, "Close your eyes."

Xiao Yuxian obediently closed her eyes.

After a while, he felt a warm and soft touch falling on his face, which also carried Song Yuzhang's breath, and his hair was also rubbed. "This is another poor little girl," Song Yuzhang said with a faint voice. smile, "You're so smart, don't be a bitch."

Xiao Yuxian suddenly opened his eyes.

His sight was blocked by a thin piece of paper, and he could vaguely see the seal on it.

It's a check.

Xiao Yuxian was clever, but he didn't dare to touch it, for fear that it was a dream.

"Take this thing and ask your class leader to return your contract of sale to you."

Xiao Yuxian remained motionless and did not speak like a puppet.

"You can sleep here, lest you get caught when you go out," Song Yuzhang scratched his nose, smiling, "grab and eat the stew."

As soon as Song Yuzhang turned around, Xiao Yuxian immediately sat up. He grabbed Song Yuzhang's sleeve and said in a panic, "Song, Master Song, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Song Yuzhang glanced at the check on the bed, and said casually, "Bring up your worth and buy you for one night."

Xiao Yuxian said: "Then, do you want to leave or..."

"Why, do you really want to dedicate yourself to me?" Song Yuzhang asked with a faint smile.

Although Xiao Yuxian's face was pale, her expression was firm, "You will not be rewarded for nothing..."

Song Yuzhang pulled his hand away, "I don't like twisted melons," he smiled playfully, "With my ability, I don't need to spend money on anything."

Xiao Yuxian stared at him blankly, confused, moved, and grateful. His eyes were big and clear, filled with tears, especially bright. Song Yuzhang touched his face again, "Remember, you But with the value of [-] nights, don't sell yourself casually in the future."

Song Yuzhang still went back to Song Mingzhao's room, Song Mingzhao had fallen asleep unconsciously, snoring loudly, Song Yuzhang thought to himself that this man is quite gentle, how could he snore so wildly? Woke up Song Mingzhao to go back, but Song Mingzhao drank alcohol and pretended to be something in his heart. It was the time when he was so sleepy that he couldn't wake up no matter how much he called.

Song Yuzhang had no choice but to turn around and go out the door again.

Damn, open two rooms in one night, and neither of the two rooms can sleep, and it's not so bad to be rich.

Song Yuzhang thought for a while, then turned around and went to the next room, pushed it away, Xiao Yuxian was still sitting on the bed in a daze, the check was still on the side, the sound of Song Yuzhang closing the door called his mind back, he saw Song Yuzhang go But Fuhui, thinking that Song Yuzhang had repented, hurriedly got off the bed while sitting on his knees, "Master Song..."

Song Yuzhang waved his hand, "The neighbor next door is too noisy to sleep."

Xiao Yuxian was confused. Song Yuzhang had already taken off his shoes and coat, and lay on the bed with his clothes together. He straightened up, trying to get rid of his exhaustion. He thought of something, and said to Xiao Yuxian, "Can you massage?"

"meeting."

"Come on, press me."

Xiao Yuxian hurriedly sat on the side of the bed and massaged his legs.

Everyone who practices opera has this kind of skill, otherwise, if you don't relax after practicing, your whole body will be sore to death the next day.

Song Yuzhang felt comfortable being pressed by Xiao Yuxian, and he joked: "If you don't sing anymore, you can change your career."

Xiao Yuxian's thoughts finally recovered. He looked at Song Yuzhang with joy and reverence in his eyes, "Well, I will strive for success in the future, and I will."

Song Yuzhang looked at him with a smile, "You sing Yutangchun very well."

"I have something better. Master Song, do you want to hear it?"

"What play are you listening to in the middle of the night?" Song Yuzhang straightened his back lazily again, and slowly closed his eyes, "I fell asleep, wake me up tomorrow morning."

Xiao Yuxian pressed him conscientiously for a long time, and he didn't let go until Song Yuzhang fell into a deep sleep. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at Song Yuzhang's sleeping face, thinking that if it was really sold to him, it would be true. I am not wronged.

Xiao Yuxian knelt down and said silently to Song Yuzhang who was sleeping: "Master Song, thank you, I, Li Xiaotian, miss you forever."

Xiao Yuxian didn't close his eyes all night. He took the check and kept looking at Song Yuzhang like a Bodhisattva. He felt that his luck was really good. When the sky outside the window dawned, he remembered Song Yuzhang's instructions and went to call for someone. Song Yuzhang woke up as soon as he called out. Blinking his eyelashes a few times, he said hoarsely: "It's dawn?" He glanced at his watch and found that it was already six o'clock. He lay on the bed and blinked twice again. After fully waking up, he sat up and looked at Xiaoyu Xiandao: "Can you go back alone?"

"Row."

Song Yuzhang stopped talking to him, took his coat and put it on, Xiao Yuxian hastily took his shoes and put them on for him, Song Yuzhang accepted his service with peace of mind, the two of them left the room together, Xiao Yuxian looked at his collar There were wrinkles on his face, and he stretched out his hands carefully to smooth them out.

Song Yuzhang looked at him like a little wife, and thought he was cute, so he pinched his face lightly with itchy hands.

Xiao Yuxian doesn't mind being pinched by Song Yuzhang once or twice. If Song Yuzhang likes it, he can pinch anywhere on him.

"Master Song," Xiao Yuxian said with affection in his eyes, "Thank you."

Song Yuzhang knew that he was just born like a rabbit, but he was not. He let go of his hand and patted Xiao Yuxian on the shoulder, "Go back."

Xiao Yuxian said goodbye to Song Yuzhang reluctantly and gratefully with those eyes. He walked out step by step. Vienna was very quiet during the day. It stopped abruptly on the steps.

At the top of the stairs, someone moved a chair and was sitting imposingly, smoking a cigar the size of a finger. Hearing the movement, the man raised his face and showed a wicked smile, "Yo, I thought you He really became a fairy and flew out."