Song Yuzhang

Meng Huanzhang died in the early morning, but was discovered in the morning.

Last night it was Jiuyi’s turn to watch the night. Jiuyi was eighteen years old. She used to be a singing girl in a tea house. Master Meng hadn’t had a sip of tea. He fixed his eyes on the girl’s big round buttocks, and spent 300 yuan to pay for it. Nine Concubine, Nine Concubine was lonely since she was a child. After coming to Meng's house, there were a few more sisters. The concubines and young ladies were all mixed together, and since then they have developed a new hobby of playing mahjong.

The night before the vigil for Meng Huanzhang, she and several concubines played mahjong all night, so she often dozed off during the night vigil. The maid in the same room played mahjong with her all night, and the two girls fell asleep together. have no idea.

Although Meng Huanzhang was bedridden for a long time, because he was often ill, he had been seriously ill several times in the past two years, and every time he recovered, he thought about marrying a new concubine, so the entire Meng family thought that Meng Huanzhang would recover from his illness after suffering. Another lively and lustful hungry ghost, maybe he will marry another concubine.

However, Meng Huanzhang died so happily and suddenly without saying hello. When he died, he was incontinent and urinated all over.

Seven or eight servants came in to make up the beds, but no one cried or showed sadness. Aunt Jiu found out that Master Meng was dead. The maid went back to the small courtyard to catch up on sleep.

Meng Sushan is here.

There was crying in the room, and then there was the movement of a dead person.

"Where is Ting Jing..."

"Someone has been sent to the pier to call."

Meng Tingjing sat on the pier all night.

He was born in Si and grew up in Si. When he was seven years old, the old man of the Meng family brought him to the pier, pointed to the vast sea, and told him that this place would belong to him in the future.

The autumn sea breeze gradually became cruel, blowing Meng Tingjing's hair and the gorgeous morning glow.

Meng Tingjing had no expression on her face, and at the same time, her heart was empty. There was only the sea breeze and the morning glow.

The sun is pouring down, and the waves on the sea surface are tumbling. The amplitude is very small and gentle, which makes people feel peaceful when they look at it.

In the waves of the world, Meng Tingjing found that she seemed to be swimming upstream all these years.

When it was time to take over the family business, he was not happy, so he went to the UK to study for a few years, and he convinced his classmates after getting a degree. Over and over, he firmly held the family business in his hands. It's not that he hasn't encountered difficulties, but he is confident that no matter what kind of difficulties and obstacles he encounters, he can cut through the wind and waves and be omnipotent.

However, there is no omnipotent person in this world.

Meng Tingjing bent one leg, put his arm on it, and faced the sea full of mud and sand, he thought: What is Song Yuzhang?It's just more beautiful, smarter, cunning, gentler and more interesting...

Meng Tingjing lowered her eyes, realizing that she still wanted Song Yuzhang.

Even if the trouble is ugly and disgraceful now, he still wants it.

He knew he had wasted so much time and thought on one person that it was unusual, almost tantamount to a mistake.

Is that how you love him?

Meng Tingjing tortured herself expressionlessly.

For a long time, he still did not come up with an answer.

Because until now, he still can't tell what is real "love".

Meng Tingjing's contemplation was disturbed by a rampaging vehicle that stopped at the seashore in a hurry. Meng Tingjing turned her face away with an unkind expression. The person who came was an old servant of the Meng family. As soon as she got out of the car, she wailed in horror, "Young master, the master is gone!" -"

Meng Tingjing hurried back home.

The house was full of gloom.

After Meng Huanzhang's death, Meng's family was bewildered. Although there were not many people who were sad, they always put on a sad look, pretending to compare each other, and really began to cry about their own sadness.

Aunt Nine wakes up after sleepless nights, and realizes that she will be punished for her omissions last night, so she goes back to Master Meng's room and calls "Master" crying. Yes, one cried, all cried, crying one after another, and there was a tendency to compete.

When Meng Tingjing strode in, she heard crying all over the room.

Meng Sushan stopped crying in Song Jincheng's arms, she just shed tears silently, when she saw Meng Tingjing came back, she immediately rushed forward and grabbed her, Meng Tingjing held her arm, and heard Meng Sushan say: "Tingjing, Dad It's gone." Afterwards, Meng Sushan hugged him and burst into tears, and Song Jincheng also came over, and while patting his wife on the back, he said to his brother-in-law with red eyes: "Ting Jing, the old man walked away peacefully, my condolences."

Meng Tingjing didn't respond, it was truly unresponsive, the message "Meng Huanzhang is dead" just flowed by in his mind, as if he didn't feel anything when he heard about the death of a stranger, maybe after hearing about the death of a stranger, he would still be curious Sighed, but now, he didn't feel anything.

Patting her sister on the back, she said lightly, "It's okay." Meng Tingjing waved at the crying aunts and sisters, "Quiet."

The aunts and wives knew very well who the real masters of the Meng family were, so they all retreated holding their handkerchiefs and kept silent.

Meng Tingjing patted Meng Sushan on the back again, pushed Meng Sushan back to Song Jincheng, and stepped forward to check Meng Huanzhang's situation.

Meng Huanzhang's face had already turned blue, and there was no doubt that he was quite dead.

Meng Tingjing recruited a servant, "Change his clothes and prepare for the funeral."

"Yes."

Meng Tingjing turned around and glanced at the concubines and sisters, "Go back to your yard."

A few concubines and young ladies came over all night mahjong, weeping and yawning, and when they heard this, they immediately left elated and timidly.

After driving away the "idlers and others", Meng Tingjing went to Meng Sushan's side again. Meng Sushan's eyes were red and swollen, and she was leaning on Song Jincheng's arms, holding a handkerchief to her heart, her face full of sadness.

"Brother-in-law, you should take your sister back to rest in the yard first, I'm here."

Song Jincheng glanced at Meng Tingjing, knowing very well that these people had limited feelings for his father, he put his arms around his wife's shoulder and said, "Okay, let's go back and let Ting Jing handle it by himself."

Meng Sushan looked at Meng Tingjing reluctantly, and kept turning her head when her husband hugged her out of the room.

She turned her face away and wept again.

"Don't be too sad, the old man left without pain, birth, old age, sickness and death are beyond our control..."

Song Jincheng's comfort did not have any effect on Meng Sushan, she just slowly shook her head, "I'm worried about Ting Jing."

"Ting Jing?" Song Jincheng smiled, feeling that his wife was worrying too much, "Don't worry, there is nothing that Ting Jing can't handle, as a sister, you always treat him like a child."

News of the old man's death quickly spread throughout the upper class circles in Haizhou.

"Understood, let's go down."

After listening to Nie Xueping's order, the messenger withdrew.

Song Yuzhang was a little surprised, it was a normal surprise for unexpected events, when he was in a daze, a steaming fried bun was placed on the plate in front of him, "Be careful of being hot."

Song Yuzhang came back to his senses, touched the fried bun with his chopsticks, and turned to look at Nie Xueping. Seeing that his face was gentle and normal, the little surprise in his heart passed, after all, the master of the Meng family had nothing to do with him.

This night's absence did not cause any disturbance at Song Mingzhao's place. Song Mingzhao only asked him, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Song Yuzhang said he had eaten, and Song Mingzhao didn't say anything more. After a while, he said again: "The master of the Meng family is gone, and people from the Meng family have come to report the funeral."

"I know."

Song Yuzhang took off his coat and looked a little lazy, probably because he had tossed too much last night, but at the same time he was very satisfied, his anger was completely gone and he was extremely peaceful. He is now proud of his love and career, and he has nothing to dissatisfy. Raise your hand Touching Song Mingzhao's face, he said with a smile: "Fourth brother, it's all over, and I won't make you worry about it anymore."

Song Mingzhao smiled, "I have nothing to be afraid of, I'm just like that anyway, it doesn't matter to me if the sky falls."

Song Yuzhang keenly felt Song Mingzhao's self-defeating and self-defeating, but now he has neither the mind nor the willingness to coax Song Mingzhao——when he is full, he doesn't want to be idle.

So Song Yuzhang just smiled, squeezed Song Mingzhao's hand hanging aside, "I'm going up."

Song Mingzhao's fingertips were pinched for a while, and soon he didn't feel the temperature. He stood alone on the stairs like an abandoned orphan, rubbed his fingers, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

The whole Meng family got busy.

In the old family, the ancestors had many rules, and the funeral was very complicated. The Meng family also decorated it, with white flowers on the plaques and white cloth strips. It was originally an old house, and such a decoration made it look even more ghostly.

Mr. Meng's coffin was parked in the main hall. According to the rules of the Meng family, the corpse must be buried for one day and the coffin kept overnight before the official funeral can be held.

The concubines and young ladies in the family all wore black robes and white flowers, sitting in the main hall to watch the spirit.

Meng Sushan sat at the front, paying attention to whether the incense on the top was burnt out.

After guarding for a while, Meng Tingjing came in from the outside, wearing a black robe and white armbands on her arms. When she came in, she first kowtowed to Master Meng's coffin, then raised her robe and stood up, ordering the servants to serve supper.

The servants quickly brought over Tangyuan with Tangerine Peel and Red Bean Paste.

Some concubines didn't like the taste of tangerine peel, so the servant went to replace it with shredded chicken noodle soup. The ladies of the Meng family also didn't want to eat both items, but butter bread.

As a result, the entire main hall was soon filled with the aroma of various foods, and the wives sat together eating and talking in a low voice, discussing mahjong cheongsam and newly permed hair.

Meng Tingjing sat next to Meng Sushan, Song Jincheng was an outsider and could not guard the mourning hall, so he had already gone back.

"Eat a little, we have to stay until dawn." Meng Tingjing said.

Meng Sushan shook her head, "I can't eat it."

Meng Tingjing said: "Eat if you can't eat, Wan Lan, go ask the kitchen to steam some lilies."

"Yes."

Meng Sushan rubbed her head with her hands, and said in a low voice: "Don't make the kitchen busy, I really can't eat, I don't want to eat anything now, and I don't feel hungry... What about you, have you eaten yet?"

Meng Ting was silent for a moment, then said, "Eat."

Meng Sushan said "Yes", "It's good for you to eat, I'm not tired, just sit all the time, you're busy, it's good to eat, there's still work to do later..."

Meng Sushan's voice was low, Meng Tingjing had to listen attentively even when she was sitting beside her, but when he concentrated on it, he could hear the sound of eating and talking and laughing all over the room.

Although the aunts and wives are dead, they are not afraid of fear, because they know that the Meng family has good rules, and the big family will not let them have nothing to eat. The master is not born to love children, so he is not very sad, anyway, he is still Miss Meng's family.

Meng Tingjing raised her eyes and glanced over.

The concubine and the ladies noticed his gaze, and then lowered their voices a bit.

In fact, Meng Tingjing was not angry with these aunts and sisters, she just felt that they were a little noisy.

My aunt and sisters didn't love Meng Huanzhang. Why should they be sad when someone they didn't love died?

It's just that Meng Tingjing is very strange. He thinks he doesn't have the slightest love and respect for this lascivious and obscene father. How could he have no appetite at all and can't eat?

The lily was steamed in the kitchen, and Wan Lan brought it over with some Sophora japonica honey. She spooned it up and handed it to Meng Sushan's mouth. Let's eat."

Wan Lan was troubled, Meng Tingjing said: "Take it."

Wan Lan had no choice but to go down.

Meng Sushan sat quietly for a while, squeezed the handkerchief, then squeezed Meng Tingjing's hand, she suddenly said: "Ting Jing, did you not eat anything?"

Meng Ting was silent, his eyes drooping down to the ground.

He heard Meng Sushan sigh, "Cry when you're sad, Ting Jing, it's okay, I know you're sad, and I'm sad too. Dad is very ugly, but he is our dad after all. I remember him once when I was young. I bought a bunch of candied haws for you," Meng Sushan's voice was a little choked up, "you hold the candied haws in your hand for a long time, and you can't bear to eat them..."

Meng Ting listened quietly, closed his eyes suddenly, a slight heat passed on his cheeks, he squeezed Meng Sushan's hand back, and said in a low voice: "That's not the case, you remember wrongly."