Song Yuzhang

When Song Yuzhang wakes up again, he really wakes up.

Four or five servants around him were surrounding him by the bed. Seeing that he would automatically perform his duties when he woke up, some went to inform someone, some wiped Song Yuzhang's sweat, some poured water, and some asked Song Yuzhang. "Fifth Master, you're awake, what's wrong with you? The doctor will come right away."

"Fifth Master, let's drink some water first."

Song Yuzhang was taken care of airtightly, and some warm water on his dry lips felt very comfortable. He whispered: "You are..."

"This is the Nie family."

Song Yuzhang was slightly dumbfounded, why did he come to Nie's house?

"Fifth Master, do you want to eat something? If you don't have an appetite, you can have some porridge first."

Song Yuzhang shook his head slowly. Now his limbs and body are as stiff as if they were not assembled, and he cannot be fully sensed at once. He only feels a headache in one second, and a pain in his back in the next second. It feels like they are all one piece. It's a lump, and it's a whole body pain to put it together.

Mrs. Yang was next door, and he would be there soon. He took the thermometer and asked Song Yuzhang to hold it under his armpit. Song Yuzhang raised his arms like a puppet. Doctor Yang put the thermometer on for him, thinking that Chinese people's body hair is really light.

The servant was still feeding warm water to Song Yuzhang, but Song Yuzhang didn't respond, his mind was still empty, a big dream flooded everything in his mind.

After taking the temperature, the foreign doctor came to the conclusion that the fever has subsided, but not completely. It is best to observe. If it does not subside, another injection will be given at night.

Song Yuzhang didn't even listen, he just looked at a pot of orchids in the room with distracted eyes, the orchid leaves were dark in color, but the orchid petals were white and red, like a stretched tongue, Song Yuzhang suddenly felt nauseous, quickly lifted the quilt and jumped off Bed, the servants were startled, Song Yuzhang stumbled into the bathroom of the guest room, and vomited wantonly while holding the washbasin.

However, he hadn't had time to eat anything in the morning, and what he vomited at this time was nothing more than clear water. Doctor Yang dutifully followed up in the bathroom and patted his back, "Poor boy!"

Song Yuzhang vomited so darkly that he almost vomited out his stomach and intestines. After he vomited, he felt much more comfortable and his mind cleared up. He stood up straight, refused the foreign doctor's support, turned around and walked out of the crowd surrounded by servants. Encircled, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, put his feet into the leather shoes, "I'm going first," Song Yuzhang said in a hoarse and weak voice, "Please tell Mr. Nie for me, thank you for his care."

"Fifth Master, you can't leave, your fever hasn't subsided yet."

"No problem."

Song Yuzhang stood up, although he was a little shaky, but his mind was sober, he even smiled very gracefully, "I really have some important things to do, so I won't greet Mr. Nie personally."

The servants looked at each other and didn't know what to say, so they went out quickly and quietly.

Nie Xueping was talking to Nie Yinbing when Nie Mao came in and said that Song Wuye was awake and was leaving.

Nie Xueping said, "Is he alright?"

"Still having a fever, the doctor said it's best to stay and get another injection at night, but Fifth Master insisted on leaving."

"Let him go," Nie Xueping said, "You send him back."

Nie Mao brought people in and sent them away, and he didn't know if he was doing the right thing, but looking at Song Yuzhang's handsome pale face, he felt that he should be doing the right thing.

"Fifth Master, you still have a fever, it's best to call a foreign doctor, and I'll see you tonight."

"Thank you."

Song Yuzhang's throat was thirsty, like a ball of fire, the fire spread from the throat all the way to the abdomen, and the internal organs were all scalding hot.

Nie Mao sent him to Song's house. Song Yuzhang got out of the car after thanking him, his footsteps were a little shaky but he walked quickly. Nie Mao watched him go in from the car, still a little worried.

Song Wuye is a most beautiful and decent person, so people can't help but be a bit distracted when they see him.

Song Yuzhang returned to the Song residence. There were not many servants left in the Song residence, so it looked a bit deserted. Song Yuzhang asked, "Which room does Song Zhenqiao live in?"

The servant was taken aback by his question, and then said: "Master's room is the one at the bottom of the third floor."

Song Yuzhang went up.

After the funeral, according to the rules, many of Song Zhenqiao’s daily necessities were buried with him. There were not many belongings left by the owner in the room. Song Yuzhang walked to the desk crookedly, and picked up the photo frame on top. In the photo frame was Song Zhenqiao’s youth. In the photo, Song Zhenqiao's appearance can be said to be suave and unrestrained. Song Yuzhang stared at the photo frame for a while, and then violently smashed the photo frame to the ground.

This action alone made Song Yuzhang a little out of breath.

After searching the entire room, there was still nothing, and Song Zhenqiao left nothing behind.

Song Yuzhang went out of the room, then went back to his own room, took out the "treasure box" in his desk and checked it again. When he went downstairs again, he was very tired. After going down the first floor, he felt a little dizzy. After sitting on the stairs for a while, he continued to stand up, went downstairs through mountains and rivers, and made a phone call back to the bank.

"Where is Liu Chuanzong? Tell him to come back and see me!"

Song Mingzhao was waiting bored in the meeting room of the bank. Seeing Liu Chuanzong coming alone, he hurriedly got up and said, "Where's Xiaoyu?"

"Fifth Master has gone back."

"what?"

Song Mingzhao was confused, and then said a little unhappy: "Why don't you ask me to go together!"

Song Mingzhao and Liu Chuanzong returned in the same car. After entering the Song residence, they saw Song Yuzhang sitting on the lawn. He got out of the car and said, "Xiaoyu, why are you sitting on the ground? Be careful of catching a cold."

Song Yuzhang didn't turn his head back, just said: "Liu Chuanzong, come here."

Liu Chuanzong got off from the other side of the car and walked behind him quietly.

Song Mingzhao held on to the car door, still a little dazed.

Why did Song Yuzhang ignore him?

"Fourth brother, you go up first."

Song Yuzhang's voice was a little cold, Song Mingzhao froze for a while, and slowly replied "Oh", he walked in and looked back three times, feeling that Song Yuzhang seemed a little weird.

Got the bank, Song Yuzhang... not happy?

"Send me to England within five days, that's what Song Zhenqiao told you."

"Yes."

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

"All the remaining fiat currencies in the bank will be exchanged for British pounds, and I will take them away tomorrow."

Liu Chuanzong was silent for a moment, and said, "Okay."

Song Yuzhang stared forward.

Autumn is here, and the big white bird doesn't like to go into the water anymore. It walks on the lawn with long legs and slender legs all day long.

"get out."

Song Mingzhao had been peeking behind the glass window inside, and when he saw Liu Chuanzong gone, he ran out, "Xiaoyu, don't sit on the ground." He went to pull Song Yuzhang, but saw Song Yuzhang's pale face, and said immediately: "Xiaoyu, what are you doing?" Already!"

Song Yuzhang is now annoyed when he sees the people of the Song family. Song Mingzhao was originally a dispensable thing to him. At this moment, he is additionally annoyed by Song Mingzhao. He stood up and shook his hand away.

Song Mingzhao was flabbergasted when he was thrown like this. Before he had time to think about what to do, he quickly followed up. After following up, he didn't dare to speak, so he followed Song Yuzhang silently, all the way back to Song Yuzhang's room.

Song Yuzhang is full of evil fire now, but Song Mingzhao still wants to follow up without knowing what to do. As soon as Song Mingzhao closed the door, Song Yuzhang grabbed him by the back collar. Song Mingzhao's throat was oppressed with an "ah", and then he He was thrown onto the bed by Song Yuzhang.

Without saying a word, Song Yuzhang raised his hand and slapped Song Mingzhao's butt twice.

Song Mingzhao was stunned by the slap. He didn't know where Song Yuzhang's anger came from. However, although he was surprised and flustered, he didn't have the slightest intention of fighting back. Yu was full of surprise, showing a little worry, "Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yuzhang wounded eight hundred enemies and one thousand himself, his whole arm was numb, he had a headache, dizziness and stares in his eyes, and he shot straight at Song Mingzhao, seeing that he was like a sincere and ignorant lamb, he just looked at him docilely and raised his eyebrows. Slowly let go of his hand, and he fell head-on on Song Mingzhao.

Song Mingzhao sank, and then hugged him very consciously and naturally, "What's the matter? Xiaoyu? What's wrong with you? Tell me."

Song Yuzhang didn't say a word, just buried his face in Song Mingzhao's neck.

Song Mingzhao felt the temperature on his face, and immediately said nervously: "Xiaoyu, your face is so hot, do you have a fever?"

He frantically raised Song Yuzhang's face to look at it, and sure enough, he saw a faint sweetness in Song Yuzhang's pale face.

Song Mingzhao put his forehead against his, "I really have a fever, no, I need to call a doctor."

"Need not."

Song Yuzhang pressed his forehead against his.

Song Mingzhao stroked the back of his head, and said softly, "It's impossible to call a doctor. Fever is not a trivial matter, so it must be taken seriously."

"It's already been shot."

"Have you had an injection? Oh," Song Mingzhao helped him connect things together, "Did you suddenly fall ill and went to the hospital?"

Song Yuzhang didn't explain to him, but just lay on his body, feeling the unadulterated true feelings.

It's ridiculous to say that he has planned for so long, but he didn't get what he wanted, and he delivered what he didn't expect.

There are nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life.

Song Yuzhang didn't want to go to the doctor again, so Song Mingzhao ordered his servant to buy some antipyretics, and asked the servant to cook porridge, and fed it to Song Yuzhang himself. Pinching the back of Song Mingzhao's neck, Song Mingzhao was a little embarrassed in this kind of intimacy, and felt that the temperature on his face would soon catch up with Song Yuzhang.

Just now when Song Yuzhang came back, his attitude was so indifferent, but now he seems to care about him very much. Song Mingzhao doesn't hold grudges, and he is happy when he has wine, and he doesn't ask Song Yuzhang why he was angry just now. Today is such a good day, it shouldn't be a disappointment.

What Song Mingzhao originally thought was that tonight the two brothers could dance and drink happily in the hall of the Song family, carnival all night, make it lawless, and have a good time. Unfortunately, Song Yuzhang was not in good spirits and lay motionless on the bed. Song Mingzhao saw So he took a book of English poetry, leaned against Song Yuzhang and read it to him.

Song Yuzhang listened to the English class for such a period of time, but he actually only learned the superficiality. He had never heard many words that Song Mingzhao read. When he switched to his mind, those English poems were all broken into sentences intermittently, but it didn’t matter. From Song Mingzhao’s intonation In the tone and the pronunciation, he could understand what Song Mingzhao really wanted to say.

Song Yuzhang hugged Song Mingzhao's neck.

Song Mingzhao chuckled and raised his face, "Xiaoyu, now we are a family."

Perhaps people only cherish what is left in their hands only when they are close to having nothing.

Song Yuzhang stroked Song Mingzhao's hair.

He decided to love Song Mingzhao well.

before leaving tomorrow.