Song Yuzhang

The mainstay of Xiaobailou, Xiaoyuxian, has gone, and the boss has changed. The new boss has fled from the south and brought a little Fengxian. Xiaofengxian is not only good at acting, but also social. Several bosses in Haizhou went to praise him every day.

Liao Tiandong was one of them. He didn't have much interest in Xiaofengxian, he just loved listening to him sing. He thought Xiaofengxian could sing more emotionally than Xiaoyuxian. Xiaoyuxian had a good voice, and Xiaofeng Fairy love is good, it's different.

"You used to hold Xiao Yuxian very much, but I didn't expect you to appreciate Xiao Fengxian."

"Everyone has their own strengths," Song Qiyuan stroking his fan, "Xiao Yuxian can sing, but she doesn't like to sing. She always loses some of her true taste."

Liao Tiandong slapped his thigh, "You're absolutely right!"

Liao Tiandong is greedy for money and lustful, he is good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. In Song Qiyuan's eyes, he really stinks, but Liao Tiandong really understands opera. For drama, Song Qiyuan has the idea of ​​using the theater as a safe haven. It is not as good as Liao Tiandong's pure love In the play, Xiao Yuxian's singing probably didn't suit his liking before, and he didn't appear many times in Xiaobailou, but now it's Xiaofengxian, Liao Tiandong always joins in, giving rewards every time.

Song Qiyuan is well known for his liking for visiting the theater garden, so Liao Tiandong didn't have any doubts when they met and listened to the opera together, and they naturally became friends with Song Qiyuan. I feel more at ease.

"Director Liao."

Xiaofengxian landed in the private room like a fairy flower, Liao Tiandong smiled from ear to ear, got up and gestured twice, Xiaofengxian praised him as if he was a child, "Third Young Master, don't you think so?"

Song Qiyuan shook his head, "This boy is too old."

Liao Tiandong glared at him with a restrained smile, "Wow, kid with a tricky mouth, look at the sword—"

He ran around the seat several times, making Xiao Fengxian laugh and tremble.

After the show ended, Song Qiyuan invited Liao Tiandong to be a guest. When Xiao Yuxian returned to his hometown, he left him a pair of hair and a costume as a souvenir. It was the treasure of the town building in the former Xiaobailou.

"Brother Tiandong, would you like to take a look?"

Liao Tiandong is gearing up, although he thinks that Xiao Yuxian's play is not the best, but the good costumes are indeed worth playing.

Liao Tiandong thought for a while and said, "Let's change it to another day. It's a bit late today. The bandits outside the city are making a lot of noise. It's not safe at night. You should go back early."

"Okay, let's meet another day."

Song Qiyuan separated from Liao Tiandong, and then went to Song Zhai. Of course, he was quietly. Song Yuzhang reminded him not to be followed. Although Song Qiyuan didn't know what Song Yuzhang wanted to do, he did have a mind, and he abandoned the car and changed to a rickshaw after a detour. Enter the Song family through the back door of the Song family.

The Song House was very quiet before, but that quietness is different from the present quietness. The Song House now looks a bit deserted.

Song Qiyuan held the hat in his hand and sighed slightly.

"He didn't agree because he was still on guard against you."

Song Yuzhang received Song Qiyuan in the inner hall. He was holding two chess pieces, one black and one white, "It should be. He can eat people's mouth and make others soft. It's only natural for him to be more cautious."

Song Qiyuan leaned back on the chair and said, "I still don't understand how Liao Tiandong, a member of the Transportation Bureau, can help the bank."

"You will know later."

"Of course I know, I will know in the future," Song Qiyuan said awkwardly, rolling his eyelids lightly, "I don't understand why I can't think of the reason right now."

Song Yuzhang smiled, leaned on the chair and smiled lazily at Song Qiyuan, "Third brother, do you feel that you are not smart enough, and you are not convinced?"

Song Qiyuan gave him a sideways glance, "He's not that small-minded yet."

Song Yuzhang said with a half smile but not a smile: "Just tell the truth in front of me, we are all on the same boat now, there is no need to hide it."

"Boring," Song Qiyuan put on his hat and stood up, "I'm leaving, take good care of fourth child."

Song Yuzhang said: "Third brother, let me ask again..."

"Don't ask, no one, I don't know," Song Qiyuan said, "Don't worry, everyone in Haizhou knows about my relationship with Liao Tiandong. I separated from you, and we will never get in touch with each other. This is also Quan Haizhou. Everything you know."

"I'm afraid that the eldest brother and the second brother will leak the news..."

"Don't worry about that. The second brother is busy hanging himself all day long and has no time to talk to others. I will drive him to Meng's house."

"Meng Family?"

"The old man of the Meng family seems to be dying. My sister-in-law has been unable to leave. Anyway, my elder brother has nothing to do. I asked him to stay with my sister-in-law. It would be cleaner."

Song Yuzhang nodded slowly, "Master Meng is dying?"

Song Qiyuan said "Yes", "At that time, the eldest brother will be the main one. Although you have inherited the bank, after all, the eldest brother is the son-in-law of the Meng family. If you go to see the ceremony, the eldest brother should be the first."

"I don't care about that," Song Yuzhang said with a smile while throwing chess pieces, "I won't compete with him to put on filial piety for others."

Song Qiyuan shook his head and said, "Have some morals." He flung off his sleeves, turned around and left gracefully, vaguely reminiscent of the suave and suave Third Young Master, maybe he's been comfortable in the theater these days.

Song Yuzhang pinched the chess pieces with his fingers, his expression thoughtful.

Master Meng's family is dying.

So no matter how unfilial Meng Tingjing is, she will definitely lose some of her thoughts during this time.

Although Meng Tingjing has been standing still since he left that day, Song Yuzhang knew that Meng Tingjing was just dormant and waiting for the right time to beat him hard, and maybe he was also enjoying the helplessness of his dying struggle by the way.

For people like Meng Tingjing, they always want everything.

Song Yuzhang's struggle, pain, humiliation, and destruction, he will accept it all with a smile.

Time is running out, while Mr. Meng is about to die, let the Bodhisattva bless him and let him make a fortune!

Song Yuzhang threw the chess piece in his hand back into the chess basket with a "crash", and went upstairs to find Song Mingzhao to sleep.

Song Mingzhao was still the same, sitting under the quilt and reading a book. He read a lot at night, and his eyes couldn't take it anymore. When Song Yuzhang came over, he was blinking and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Fourth brother, don't rub it, it will break."

Song Yuzhang sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed Song Mingzhao's hand, "What, your eyes hurt? Don't look at it if your eyes hurt."

Song Yuzhang closed the book on the quilt and put it aside, "I'll go and twist a towel for you, and you can wipe your eyes."

He Fang was about to get up, but Song Mingzhao hugged his waist again.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Song Mingzhao pressed his face against his belly, his eyes were red and hot, and he whispered, "Xiaoyu, I still can't bear it."

"Reluctance?" Song Yuzhang rubbed the top of his head and said with a smile, "Reluctant to that book? What kind of book is so beautiful that you can't forget it so much that you can't wait until tomorrow?"

Song Yuzhang picked up the book. On the cover of the book was Madame...he didn't know the words behind it, so it could be seen that it was a book about a certain lady. He said, "Is this lady charming? Are you reluctant?"

Song Mingzhao hugged him still, and murmured: "No, she is very pitiful and very sad."

"Don't read such a sad book before going to bed, read something happy," Song Yuzhang stroked the top of Song Mingzhao's head, and said gently, "Read the newspaper, there are two good jokes in the newspaper today."

Song Yuzhang coaxed Song Mingzhao for a while and then went in to take a bath. After taking a bath, he shivered happily and got into bed.

There was a warm and clean masculine breath in the bed. After Song Yuzhang lay down, Song Mingzhao also lay down. Song Mingzhao turned sideways and hugged him, then took a deep breath.

Song Yuzhang always has a special smell about him, which Song Mingzhao likes and is obsessed with.

Song Mingzhao's hug made Song Yuzhang's lips curl up in the darkness, and he also hugged the fiery body, and said in a low voice: "Fourth brother, go to sleep, don't be sad, the books are all fictional stories, all fake .”

Song Mingzhao covered Song Yuzhang with a "hmm" and hugged Song Yuzhang tightly.

The next day, Song Yuzhang went to the hospital to visit Nie Bonian.

Every time Nie Bonian was hospitalized, he was unhappy, and Song Yuzhang came to see him, and he was happy. In fact, Song Yuzhang was also very surprised why Nie Bonian didn't recuperate at home. It's not that Nie's family can't afford a family doctor.

"Father is afraid that I will die suddenly," Nie Bonian said, blinking his eyes as he was giving an injection while holding a book with bright illustrations in his hand, "What if something happens on the way from home to the hospital?" , it cannot be saved.”

Song Yuzhang was used to Nie Bonian's youthful maturity, so he patted the top of his head after hearing this, "It makes sense."

Nie Bonian was very happy to hear Song Yuzhang's affirmation. He looked at Song Yuzhang from beginning to end and confirmed that Song Yuzhang was beautiful and clean no matter where he came from. How can my brother not talk about hygiene?The collar of his shirt was white.

"Bonian, be careful that your eyes hurt when you read like this," Song Yuzhang said, "Why don't I read it to you?"

"Okay, thank you Brother Yuzhang."

In fact, Nie Bonian has read this book several times, and he has memorized it fluently. He has a little eccentricity. He likes to read old books he has read when he is recuperating, because he is afraid that reading a book he doesn't like will make him feel sick. Anger, anger affects the recovery of the body, so he likes to read those favorite books that he "screened".

But Song Yuzhang's voice is very pleasant, it's like reading an old book with a new taste.

Song Yuzhang found traces of flipping through the book while reading, so he asked, "Have you read this book?"

Nie Bonian said honestly: "I have read it many times." Then he added: "But I still like it very much."

Song Yuzhang smiled and kissed him on his tender face, "Bonian, you are such a cute kid."

Such straightforward praise made Nie Bonian blush. He calmly said, "Thank you, brother Yuzhang, I like you too." He also raised his face and kissed Song Yuzhang's cheek. After kissing, he sat down, Seeing Nie Xueping at the door, he said pleasantly, "Dad!"

Song Yuzhang also turned back.

Nie Xueping was still dressed very formally, with a dark suit, white shirt, tie and coat in the same color, and a dark silk scarf on her chest.

Nie Xueping looked at the two of them, met Song Yuzhang's eyes and nodded slightly, "Mr. Xiao Song."

The tone of greeting was the same as before, as if nothing had happened between the two of them.

Song Yuzhang also nodded, "Mr. Nie."

Nie Bonian was very happy, "Dad, today the doctor uncle said that I am almost fine, and I can go home tomorrow."

Nie Xueping came over and touched the back of his head, "Thank you."

Nie Bonian smiled happily.

Nie Xueping glanced at the book in Song Yuzhang's hand, and then looked at Song Yuzhang again, "Mr. Xiao Song is reading for Bonian?"

"Yes," Song Yuzhang said with a smile, "Actually, Bo Nian has read this book, so it's unnecessary for me to do so."

"When he was sick he only liked to read old books."

"I see."

"It's been a while since I read the book," Nie Xueping said warmly, "Lie down, rest, and refresh yourself."

"Ah."

Nie Bonian slid into bed obediently, Nie Xueping tucked the quilt for him, glanced at Song Yuzhang from the corner of the eye, Song Yuzhang had stood up, was watching Nie Bonian with a gentle smile, Nie Bonian showed him a cute look Smile, Song Yuzhang also smiled, "Recover well."

All the lights in the bedroom of the ward were turned off, leaving only one on the side. Song Yuzhang and Nie Xueping walked out of the bedroom one after the other.

"To see Bonian?"

"Yes," Song Yuzhang smiled with a downcast face, "Not only that."

More than that, he didn't say anything, just like that day, unclear or unclear, asking people to think and guess for themselves.

Nie Xueping looked down at him, and as far as she could see, she could see Song Yuzhang's black and soft hair and smooth and round forehead.

He even has such a good forehead.

Nie Xueping raised her hand, and lightly pressed the back of her hand on Song Yuzhang's forehead.

Just like that day, Song Yuzhang didn't hide.

The back of his hand slid gently from his forehead to his cheek, slowly and gently, Nie Xueping's back of his hand was still very warm in the autumn, and Song Yuzhang could feel that there was no trace of obscenity in his touch.

Song Yuzhang raised his face slightly, meeting Nie Xueping's gaze.

It is a rich tenderness, with heat and thickness, which makes people want to melt when bathed in it.

Song Yuzhang was puzzled, wondering when Nie Xueping fell in love with him, and also didn't understand whether his mood at the moment was out of taking advantage of him or out of pure affection.

Song Yuzhang was never a person who looked forward and backward, so if he wanted to do something, then do it. He closed his eyes and raised his head, and kissed Nie Xueping again.

Nie Xueping's lips were soft and dry, and the taste in his mouth was also very clean, with a hint of the aroma of tea. Song Yuzhang remembered the pot of black tea that he ordered to put in the kitchen, and he hooked Nie Xueping's neck, deepening the kiss.

Song Yuzhang put his hand on Nie Xueping's shoulder and stroked it involuntarily.

Nie Xueping's shoulders are straight and broad, the bones are hard, and the muscles attached to them are also hard. This should not be interesting to Song Yuzhang, but all these are actually very exciting to Song Yuzhang.

Maybe there are many unreasonable things in this world—for example, he has desires for a person like Nie Xueping who doesn't suit his liking at all.