Song Yuzhang

On the day of family reunion on August [-]th, all the big things are put aside first. The most important thing is that the family get together. Of course, Song Yuzhang is not able to appreciate the fun of this day. He has been alone for a long time, and a person is a person. Family, reunion every day, but also worry-free.

Song Mingzhao got dressed and came out of the bathroom. He saw Song Yuzhang still lying on the bed, with one long leg slantingly exposed outside the quilt. The calf was completely exposed, and when the quilt was slanted above the knee, only part of it was half-covered and half-covered. The white and firm thighs are faintly visible like a woman wearing a cheongsam with high slits.

Song Mingzhao sat down and touched Song Yuzhang's calf, "Why are you up so late today?"

"tired."

Song Yuzhang lifted his leg, put his calf on Song Mingzhao's thigh, hooked his toes back around his waist, "fourth brother rub it for me."

Song Mingzhao scolded: "I'm a servant." But his hands were honestly kneading Song Yuzhang's calf.

Song Mingzhao said: "You came back very late last night."

"The banks are too busy."

"Nonsense, the elder brother and the second brother didn't come back so late every day before."

"The two of them are alternately busy, so naturally they have free time."

Song Mingzhao glanced at him, Song Yuzhang had a playful smile on his face, Song Mingzhao patted his calf lightly, "Nonsense!"

Song Mingzhao wanted to say that Song Qiyuan would help out at the bank after that, and see if he had any excuses to go home late, but this was too acidic, and both sides were sour, so Song Mingzhao endured it and didn't say it.

"You stayed in the bathroom for a long time after you came back last night," Song Mingzhao pretended to be nonchalant, "Is it because of the smell of powder on someone's body that you can't wash it off?"

The smile on Song Yuzhang's face faded a little, but Song Mingzhao didn't see it with his head down.

"It's nothing, fourth brother, you sleep with me every day, don't you know that I'm holding back all the time?"

Song Mingzhao glanced at him red-faced, "No one told you to hold back."

Song Yuzhang looked at him with a half-smile, and lowered his voice, "Fourth Brother, would you like to help me?"

Song Mingzhao patted his calf again, "Bastard, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"It's really nice to swear, let me say a few more words."

"You bastard..."

Song Mingzhao rushed forward and rubbed Song Yuzhang, messing up his hair, "Get up, slacker, go to the bank early to distribute the risee, let them get off work early and go home to reunite with their families, you too, what about tonight?" You are not allowed to go, or be careful that I will turn against you!"

Song Yuzhang listened with eyes closed and smiled, "Understood, housekeeper."

Song Mingzhao was intoxicated by the intimacy of his brother Chenqi. Hearing these three words, he was angry and ashamed, and patted Song Yuzhang on the shoulder, "If you don't care about you, I'm not human!"

Song Yuzhang got up early and came to the bank, and ordered Liu Chuanzong to distribute red envelopes for the festival up and down the bank. Although the bank is now "empty in the treasury", Song Yuzhang told him that there should be no less red envelopes. The more you can't show your timidity at such a time.

"Just ask Song Qiyuan to reimburse him at night," Song Yuzhang said.

"Yes."

Song Yuzhang went to the second floor to look down. He liked the location on the second floor very much. He could see the situation in the bank hall at a glance, which made people feel at ease and comfortable.

After Liu Chuanzong ordered people to distribute the red envelopes, he came up to report to Song Yuzhang. After Liu Chuanzong was with him, Song Yuzhang realized that there was nothing wrong with Liu Chuanzong being by his side. No matter what he was asked to do, he could do it beautifully. How did you treat Liu Chuanzong badly? No matter who gets such a person, he should cherish it.

Song Yuzhang took out a red envelope from the inner pocket of his suit and gave it to Liu Chuanzong.

"You also know the current situation of the bank. There is not much money, so please make a good fortune."

Liu Chuanzong didn't answer.

Song Yuzhang said: "No?"

Only then did Liu Chuanzong reach out to pick it up, "Thank you, President."

Song Yuzhang put his hands on the railing and looked Liu Chuanzong up and down.

It is strange to say that Liu Chuanzong is 41 years old and has not started a family. Even if he is a domestic slave, it should not hinder him. Although he does not say how handsome he is, at least he is not ugly. She looks old, is also very clean and tidy, and should earn a lot of money, so it should not be difficult to start a family.

If Liu Chuanzong didn't take the initiative to say this kind of abnormal thing, Song Yuzhang wouldn't go up and ask in a daze.

The bank was calm on this day, no different from the previous days, and sometimes Song Yuzhang even had the illusion that the bank was rotating and running naturally like the sun, the moon and the stars, without any hidden dangers.It's just that when the treasury is being counted every night, the reality is still so cruel.

After the bank closed, Song Qiyuan entered through the back door to reconcile with Liu Chuanzong.

Song Yuzhang stared at the account reconciliation between the two, and Song Qi was far from annoyed, "Go out if you don't read the account."

Song Yuzhang smiled, "I don't talk, is smoking also getting in the way?"

Since Song Qiyuan was "taught" by Song Yuzhang last time, when he went back, he understood that Song Yuzhang deliberately used those words to lure him into the game, but the situation of the mother and daughter was indeed very pitiful. Do what you have to do, so that you will not live with regrets. The second is to be wary of Song Yuzhang, this person is too good at attacking the mind.

Seeing that Song Qiyuan didn't answer, Song Yuzhang deliberately asked Liu Chuanzong, "Old Liu, am I in the way?"

Liu Chuanzong said without hesitation: "It's not in the way."

Song Qiyuan took a look at Liu Chuanzong, he still didn't know what role Liu Chuanzong played in Song Zhenqiao's death, and said, "Did you let him inherit your loyalty?"

Liu Chuanzong didn't say a word.

Song Yuzhang smiled while smoking, shrugged his shoulders and went out.

Half an hour later, when today's accounts were counted, Song Qiyuan came out, and Song Yuzhang asked him how his relationship with Director Liao was going.

Song Qiyuan said: "Although he is a stinky politician, he does know a lot about opera."

Song Yuzhang knew that the two got along well when he heard it, and said with a light smile: "People are multi-faceted, and naturally each has its own advantages and disadvantages. Besides, politicians and actors have something in common, so naturally we have sympathy with them. gone."

Listening to the first half of his sentence, Song Qiyuan seemed to be defending himself with something in his words, but after hearing the second half of his sentence, he felt that Song Yuzhang's words hit the nail on the head, so he shook his head and nodded at the same time.

"Third brother, let me ask you something."

"what?"

"How many people know about your coming to the bank every day?"

"A few days ago, Liu Chuanzong came to talk with him, and the eldest brother and the second brother knew about it vaguely. After that, I paid attention to it so that no one would see the clue."

"Perhaps someone is following you?"

Song Qiyuan smiled disdainfully, "Then I won't fail to see that I have studied in a military academy for two years."

Song Yuzhang was almost choked by himself, he coughed twice and said, "That's good."

Song Qiyuan glanced at him, "Are you sick?"

"No, no," Song Yuzhang said hurriedly, "Thanks to your concern, it's very good."

"Take care of yourself," Song Qiyuan said flatly, "The fourth child is solid-minded, careless, and it's good to take care of himself."

Song Yuzhang listened to his tone as if he really regarded him as a brother who had separated from his family, and it was a little strange for a while. He was silent for a moment, and lowered his voice, "Third brother, let me ask you again."

"What?" Song Qiyuan also lowered his voice.

"Are you going home for dinner tonight?"

Song Qiyuan glanced at him again, seeing the smile on Song Yuzhang's face, he really thought about it, "No, I'm not here, the eldest brother and the second brother are going to shake the sky."

Song Yuzhang originally wanted to tease Song Qiyuan a few words, but when he saw Song Qiyuan carrying a pair of debt collectors on his back like a debt collector, he could forget about it. Some relatives are better than none. Song Qiyuan is also an unlucky guy born in such a In my family, the half-conscious and the half-conscious are always doing evil.

Liu Chuanzong sent Song Yuzhang back to the Song residence, and before getting off the car, Song Yuzhang asked him, "Do you want to stay for dinner tonight?"

This is a question, and a question that is not very easy to answer. Liu Chuanzong held the steering wheel in his hand. After a while, he slowly shook his head. When shaking his head, his neck turned slowly, like a rusty machine. Song Yuzhang did not force it. Get out of the car and enter Song's house.

Originally, for the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone in the Song family should have a new decoration, but now that the Song family has few servants, they don't have the ability to do such time-consuming and laborious things.

So the Song family was no different from the past, except that the hall was slightly decorated. Song Mingzhao came back later than Song Yuzhang. As soon as he came back, the Song family became lively.

Song Mingzhao bought a lot of lanterns and asked his servants to hang them up, and put away the ones that will be put in the lake later. He even showed Song Yuzhang two rabbit lanterns, saying that they would play together at night.

Song Yuzhang couldn't laugh or cry, "How old are you, fourth brother?"

Song Mingzhao was not convinced, "The whole family played together last year."

After he finished speaking, his expression involuntarily darkened slightly.

Last year today, things changed.

Song Yuzhang touched the back of his head, "Fourth brother, I will play with you tonight."

Song Mingzhao said "Yes", then smiled again, "Let's play together!"

Song Mingzhao was busy in the living room, while Song Yuzhang went to the kitchen.

Several master chefs of the Song family are still there, and one of them is very good at making fresh meat mooncakes that Haizhou people like very much. However, after trying it once, I think it is very good.

"There are quite a lot of mooncakes."

"According to the rules of previous years, I have made enough, and will send it to each family according to your instructions, Fifth Lord."

Song Yuzhang wiped his hands in his pockets, and said, "Send some to Third Brother and the others."

"Eh."

"And Liu Chuanzong, do you know where Liu Chuanzong lives?"

"know."

"Send another copy to Vienna, and say I gave it to their boss."

"Eh, good."

Song Yuzhang picked up a green lemon on the table and sniffed it, "And..."

Although there were many people in the family, the dinner was a bit deserted, Meng Sushan said: "Ting Jing, do you want to ask Dad to eat together?"

"Let's forget that he's sick like that. I'll go see him after eating."

Meng Sushan smiled, and took the chopsticks to the plate in front of Meng Tingjing, "You like this dish, eat more."

"Thank you, sis."

Meng Tingjing got up to serve Meng Sushan soup.

The servant called from outside the door, "Shaodong's family, the Song family sent someone to deliver mooncakes."

Meng Tingjing gave the soup hand a pause.

Meng Sushan smiled and said, "I love the fresh meat mooncakes made by the master at home. My fifth brother is really caring. Tell someone to come in."

The servant who delivered the mooncakes came in and said, "Eldest Young Madam, Happy Holidays to Second Master Meng."

Meng Sushan asked someone to give a red envelope, and said happily: "Thank you fifth brother, you will also bring some snacks back later, and ask fourth and fifth brothers to taste it together."

"Hey, thank you, Young Mistress, Fifth Master said, hello to you and Second Master Meng."

Meng Tingjing looked up at the servant with sharp eyes, "You made this up or did he say it himself?"

Meng Sushan looked at Meng Tingjing in surprise.

The servant of the Song family hurriedly said: "This is what the fifth master told me personally. Oh, by the way, the fifth master also said he would also like to ask Mr. Meng. I heard that Mr. Meng is ill. I hope he will recover as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Fifth Brother has always been so caring and thoughtful."

Meng Sushan hurriedly asked her servant to give another red envelope, and asked someone to take Song's servant to the kitchen to make snacks.

Meng Sushan turned her head to look at Meng Tingjing, and found that Meng Tingjing's face was extremely ugly, so she supported his hand holding the soup and said, "Ting Jing, what's wrong with you? Are you still having trouble with the fifth brother? The fifth brother doesn't care anymore. It's..."

Meng Tingjing put down the spoon and left.

Meng Sushan opened her mouth slightly, and quickly got up to follow.

The same mooncakes were delivered to Nie's house, and Nie Yinbing was outside, hearing that it was from the Song family, he frowned, "Put it in the kitchen."

The servant who came to deliver the things was driven away without any reward, and walked out in a daze, thinking that the Nie family has always been the most generous, what happened this year?

Angrily, he walked to the door and ran into Nie Mao. Nie Mao knew him and hurriedly pulled him back for questioning.

After the servant said everything, Nie Mao immediately understood what happened, and hurriedly took out the red envelope with him, "My second master has such a temper."

The servant of the Song family took the red envelope and walked out with a smile on his face. He almost didn't notice the Nie family's car approaching.

Nie Mao opened the car door for Nie Xueping.

"Master, be careful where you step."

Nie Xueping got out of the car and glanced back, "That seems to be from the Song family."

"Yes, sir, you are really amazing. It is the Song family who came to deliver a box of mooncakes. The fresh meat mooncakes made by the master chef of the Song family are excellent."

Nie Xueping nodded slightly, and said while going up the steps: "Did you return the gift?"

"The person that the second master met." Nie Mao said with a smile.

That's all there is to say.

"But I paid the bounty."

Nie Xueping walked a few steps forward silently, "Follow me to the study."

The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet of the Song family is also for two people, but it is very lively. If Song Mingzhao can support five people alone, the two brothers will stroll on the lawn with a rabbit lamp after they are full of wine and food. They also had a holiday, and put lanterns on the lake.

Song Mingzhao got a little drunk, and held up a lantern to frighten the big white bird with bad intentions. Unexpectedly, the big white bird counterattacked calmly, pecking at Song Mingzhao's feet with its long beak, forcing Song Mingzhao to retreat repeatedly and call for help.

The servant who put up the lantern knew that the big white bird would not hurt anyone by nature, so he smiled and gave him some advice, "Fourth Young Master, don't run away. If you don't run away, it won't chase you."

Song Mingzhao dragged the rabbit lamp and ran, "I won't run, it will peck me, Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, save me!"

Song Yuzhang smiled and said: "Fourth brother, it's rare to have such a good day, so you can let him eat meat and taste something new."

The crowd burst into laughter.

While laughing, Nie Mao came, and he was also amused by the bird chasing people as soon as he came in, "What scene is this?"

Song Yuzhang quickly restrained his smile and went to greet him, "Why are you here?"

"Thank you Fifth Master for your mooncakes, this is our uncle's gift in return."

Nie Mao respectfully held a box to Song Yuzhang.

Song Yuzhang took the box and said, "Mr. Nie is always so polite."

Nie Mao smiled, "Fifth Lord, have a good holiday."

Song Yuzhang also hurriedly gave the reward.

Song Yuzhang carried the box to the lamp, wanted to open the box to see what was inside, but suddenly, he just stroked the red sandalwood box with his palm, and looked up at the moon in the sky.

At this moment, how many people are looking at the moon?

Who among them is related to him?

There is a vast sea of ​​people, and I don't know the geometry.

Song Yuzhang felt some emotion of "the end of the world is at this time", but he didn't like this kind of weak and melancholy mood very much, so he put this emotion behind him, and opened the box in his hand rather rudely.

Inside the box was an exquisite and small glazed lamp. Song Yuzhang lifted it out. There was no candle in the lamp. Song Yuzhang turned it around to look at the pattern on it, and he could vaguely see that it was a painting of the moon.

Mid-Autumn Festival is always related to the moon.

When putting the lamp aside, Song Yuzhang saw a piece of paper left in the box.

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu—"

Song Mingzhao was so chased by the big white bird that he was sweating all over his body. He felt the joy of a child after playing. He called Song Yuzhang and ran over. , At this time, Tian Ya Gong... who wrote it? This word is really well written, did you write it?"

Song Yuzhang pinched both sides of his fingers, and hid the two poems on the piece of paper facing each other.

"No."

"Who wrote that?"

Song Mingzhao originally asked casually, but seeing Song Yuzhang's expression seemed strange, his high and excited mood suddenly seemed to be poured with cold water.

Song Yuzhang ignored his question and put the folded poems in his pocket, "Go, let's go with them to set off lanterns."