Song Yuzhang

In the dark night, a fire was vigorously lit on the mountain, and Nie Yinbing was playing with the lighter in his hand while smoking a cigarette.

He thought of Zhao Jianfang again.

Zhao Jianfang's fingers were clean and slender, her nails were pink and well trimmed, and her knuckles were slightly protruding. She held a cigarette between her two fingers and put them on her lips. She took the lighter in her other hand and pressed it down with her thumb. With a "pop", a blue-orange flame flashed, and the smoke ignited. His slightly thick lips took a deep sip as if enjoying it, and exhaled the smoke. He asked, "One?"

Nie Yinbing doesn't smoke, but he still said mysteriously, "Okay."

Zhao Jianfang smoked a cigarette and handed it to him, but he didn't pick it up, "You give me some."

Zhao Jianfang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. He smiled happily, as if he had taken up all the happiness in the world, and said while bowing his head, "Okay, young master, I'll get you some."

Nie Yinbing turned his fingers and looked at the cigarette in his hand. He felt that the smoke from the cigarette butt also seemed to have the outline of Zhao Jianfang. He had been doing this for the past six months. He couldn't find Zhao Jianfang, and Zhao Jianfang was everywhere.

Burning corpses is more time-consuming and laborious than killing people. The guards burned from late at night until two or three o'clock in the morning before they were burned.

"Second Master, it's over."

Nie Yinbing glanced at the burnt ground, "Get water to wash."

The guard was a little dumbfounded, "I'm afraid there is no water source near here."

"Then go a little farther to fetch water."

The guards knew that it was useless to talk about going up to the peak, so they had to resign themselves to leading a small group of people to fetch water. On the way, he complained and asked incomprehensibly why he still had to fetch water to wash himself.

The guard who went with him had experience, "Someone asked this question before."

"Huh? Does anyone really dare to ask?"

The man imitated Nie Yinbing's indifferent and rhythmless tone, and said slowly: "If you don't clean it up, the grass will not grow well in the coming year."

The guard said: "What does the next year's grass have to do with him?!"

"Don't worry about it," the man said, "I'm an officer, just obey the orders of my superiors."

It took Nie Yinbing nearly two months to clear out the bandits in this area, and he lost seventeen guards, and got a new wound on his back. Fortunately, it was just a knife wound, and the cut was not deep, and the scar had already formed. , just a little itchy, Nie Yinbing tilted his head to relieve the urge to scratch himself, turned on the horse, twisted the rein a few times with one hand, and looked around the land that was bleeding and burning all night without emotion , he turned his face away, and simply put this place behind him.

"Back to the city."

"Yes!"

The guards followed Nie Yinbing back to the city overnight. Nie Yinbing was riding a new horse that the bandits had acquired. In the darkness.

Half of the guards were his old subordinates, and they didn't care about his behavior. Shangfeng was a withdrawn and strange person who spoke shocking words as soon as he opened his mouth. They had already gotten used to it.

Nie Yinbing ran around day and night for two days and two nights, and finally approached Haizhou. There was no delay on the way, and there were not even a few scattered robbers passing by. Probably because they knew that the gang was gone, and those people did not dare to fish in troubled waters to rebuild Second-rate.

Entering Haizhou, it was late at night again.

Nie Yinbing came back suddenly. After calling the door, the housekeeper Nie Mao came out to pick him up. He put on a single coat and held a candle in his hand. He was pleasantly surprised and distressed: "Second Master, why are you back at this time?"

Nie Yinbing jumped off the horse, "Where's Big Brother?"

"It's about this time, the uncle has already rested."

Nie Mao ordered his servants to lead Nie Yinbing's horse, "Second Lord, go in quickly, why does your body smell so heavy of blood..."

Nie Yinbing returned to the courtyard, and stripped off his clothes at the gate of the courtyard. Nie Mao caught him at the side, and Nie Yinbing said: "No more, take it and burn it."

"Eh, good."

The clothes were indeed unacceptable, they were all stained with blood and hard to the touch, Nie Mao said distressedly, "Second Master was injured?"

"Small wound."

Nie Yinbing had already taken off his shirt and threw it into Nie Mao's arms.

He was itching to death.

The shoulders moved back, and the muscles on the back squirmed along with the scar. Nie Yinbing tilted his head, "Get some cold water."

Nie Yinbing stood in the yard taking a cold shower.

It's almost December, and autumn is already lingering in Haizhou, and the night is full of winter's power. Nie Mao holds a towel in his hand and drinks ice for Nie to avoid the cold.

Nie Yinbing was not cold. He raced all the way back to the city. It was the time when his body was hot. When his body was hot, his scars would become hot and itchy.

After flushing two buckets of cold water, Nie Yinbing shook his head to shake off some of the water droplets on the tip of his hair. Nie Mao quickly brought up a towel and wrapped his naked upper body that was smoking white. Bing put on a towel and glanced at the courtyard wall.

His yard is only separated from Nie Xueping's yard by a wall, and the light can be seen faintly. Nie Yinbing wiped the short hair on the back of his head with a towel, and said, "The light seems to be still on in the big brother's yard."

The house is brightly lit, from the chandelier to the wall lamps on the wall. Song Yuzhang looks like a smooth and beautiful silver fish in the bright world.

There are only two colors on his body, pink and white. At first glance, it is warm jade and soft satin. The skin is shiny, and the lines of the muscles are carefully carved, and there is a natural beauty.

Song Yuzhang raised his face, the expression on his face was indulging in the purity of happiness, he squinted slightly, looking at Nie Xueping's handsome face with thin sweat.

Nie Xueping bent down to kiss him, and he took a deep breath as he leaned down.

The arm twisted Nie Xueping's neck, and the two of them stuck tightly to each other both up and down. After a while of being gentle and comfortable, there was another gust of wind and rain, which made Song Yuzhang feel dizzy.

Nie Xueping kissed Song Yuzhang's sweaty face, and Song Yuzhang leaned on his arm sideways, with a lingering smile on his lips, turned over and lay on Nie Xueping's body again.

Both of them were sweating, and it was also a very intimate enjoyment to lean against each other like this.

Song Yuzhang stroked Nie Xueping's cheek as if it were his personal property, raised his face and lowered his head to kiss him under the collarbone, took a deep breath, stretched his arms and kissed him again.

The two hit it off very well in bed.

Song Yuzhang enjoyed the physical relationship with Nie Xueping very much.

Nie Xueping was always very serious, and she was very serious in bed. She didn't say much flirting, and she didn't make much noise. This made Song Yuzhang feel very safe and relaxed, and didn't have to think about anything else.

A gentle, caring and well-measured lover told him to have no burden at all, and just simply enjoy the relationship between the two of them.

Sometimes Song Yuzhang felt that it would be good if it continued like this, could he find another lover like Nie Xueping who was sensible, quiet and handsome in Haizhou who suited his taste and was not afraid of being beaten to death by Meng Tingjing?I'm afraid it's really difficult.

After rubbing hands together like this for a while, Song Yuzhang lay back down again, took a sip from the teacup beside the bed, and said, "I seem to have heard movement outside just now."

Nie Xueping sat up, "Really?"

"listen--"

Song Yuzhang blushed slightly, turned sideways to the door, held his breath and concentrated, and said after a while: "There is the sound of water outside."

Nie Xueping remained silent for a while, and also vaguely heard the sound of "squeaking" water, the sound was not too far away, he leaned over and kissed Song Yuzhang's face, "I'll go out and have a look."

Nie Xueping put on a silver-gray satin pajamas, wrapped in a dark nightgown, walked out of the bedroom and turned to the yard. Nie Mao was entering the yard, and when she saw him, she said happily, "Master, the second master is back."

"Is it?"

Nie Xueping walked a few steps, then stopped, and ordered: "Ask the kitchen to cook some supper."

Nie Mao responded without moving, and Nie Xueping went back to the bedroom. Song Yuzhang was still lying lazily on the bed, only half covered by the blanket, like a handsome man in an oil painting.

Nie Xueping sat down beside the bed, pulled down the blanket for him, and said softly, "Yin Bing is back."

Song Yuzhang was immersed in the aftertaste, and when he heard that his thoughts were slightly interrupted, he immediately smiled lightly, "Oh, it's the second young master, I haven't met the second young master yet," he leaned on his arm, straightened up slightly, Showing a large smooth and fair chest, "You tell him to come in and let me see if he looks like you."

Nie Xueping smiled after hearing this, and stroked the top of his sweaty head, "I'll come back as soon as I go."

Nie Yinbing went back to the room, found a loose unlined jacket to put on, and was sitting at the door taking off his boots when Nie Xueping came in. He raised his face and said, "Brother."

"Nie Mao said you were injured."

"Well, a small injury."

"Let me see."

Nie Yinbing lifted his coat to show him his back.

Nie Xueping looked at the wound, then at Nie Yinbing's nonchalant face, "Ask the doctor to take another look."

Nie Yinbing put down his jacket, "No, it's all scarred."

Nie Xueping knew the younger brother's temper, and said softly, "It's not for you to see, it's for me to see, so take it as a reassurance for me."

Nie Yinbing thought for a while, and said, "Okay."

The two brothers were not born to the same mother, but their relationship has always been good. His younger brother seems to be born with a single tendon that is not enlightened, so he needs to be more concerned as the eldest brother. Nie Xueping has no objection to this. He is the eldest brother, and these are all Take it for granted.

Nie Yinbing's gaze came out from his lower eyelashes, and he suddenly said, "Are you looking for a woman?"

Nie Xueping was startled for a moment, then she understood it, and said while sitting down, "No."

Nie Yinbing has no interest in Nie Xueping's private life. It has been more than five years since his sister-in-law died, and it's not unusual for his elder brother to continue.

"The bandits there are all cleaned up, I still want to go out and look for them myself, no one else cares," Nie Yinbing said flatly with his face downcast, "I think he can't bear to think about it."

His speech and thinking were all jumping, but Nie Xueping still understood what he meant.

Nie Xueping frowned slightly. It wasn't that she didn't want to let Nie Yinbing go out to find someone, but Nie Yinbing had been searching for so long but couldn't find anyone. It's not easy to find someone in the vast crowd, and there is no news. Is the memory in Bingyiren's mind going to pull out all the people in China and recognize each face?

Until now, Nie Xueping still couldn't bear to tell Nie Yinbing that the name "Zhao Jianfang" was probably a fake, and he couldn't bear to see this stubborn brother feel sad and disappointed.

"If you look for a needle in a haystack like this, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find it."

"When looking for a needle in a haystack, there is always a time to find it."

"Is it really necessary to find it?"

"Yes."

Nie Xueping said, "What if I can't find it for the rest of my life?"

"If you can't find it for the rest of your life, then look for it for the rest of your life." Nie Yinbing took it for granted.

Nie Xueping was silent for a while, then sighed softly, "Then go find it."

Nie Maoduan brought a supper, and Nie Yinbing was indeed hungry, so he immediately started eating and drinking, and simply put aside his eldest brother and housekeeper who came to care about him late at night.

Nie Xueping got up quietly and gave Nie Mao a look. Nie Mao couldn't stop nodding, implying that he would take good care of Nie Yinbing.

Back in the bedroom, Song Yuzhang had already fallen asleep.

He didn't look honest when he was sleeping. The pair of long hands and long legs seemed to have their own ideas, and they were arranged in a mess on the big bed. It seemed that only at this time could Nie Xueping recognize his little boyfriend more clearly. He is still a 20-year-old college student. He is usually very mature, not like a carefree young master.

Nie Xueping sat down beside the bed, raised Song Yuzhang's hand and kissed it lightly on her lips.

The next day, Nie Yinbing woke up very early, and wanted to go to Shen Chengduo's place to ask about the situation. He woke up early, not wanting to disturb others, and quietly walked through the back door by himself.

However, there was already a car at the back door, and Nie Mao was sending someone off. Nie Yinbing could only see a long leg tucked into the car, with light gray trouser legs, straight trouser line, and shiny black leather shoes.

When the car drove away, Nie Mao turned around and saw a ghostly Nie Yinbing, and immediately said: "Oh, my good second master, you scared me to death."

Nie Yinbing said, "Who is that?"

Nie Mao came over in small steps, thought for a while, and said truthfully, "The fifth master of the Song family, came to talk to the uncle last night."

"Speaking of now?"

"Second Lord, you don't know that Haizhou wants to build a new railway. Song's Bank and Meng's family will all contribute, and of course our Nie's family. My uncle has been very busy recently, and he often chats with President Song all night long."

Nie Yinbing gave an indifferent "hmm", turned around and turned back again, looking at the empty road, he suddenly smiled, Nie Mao seldom saw him smile, although the smile was a bit mocking, he was still a little surprised and said : "Second Master, what are you laughing at?"

Nie Yinbing turned his face away, walked in without answering, and whispered as he walked, "...it's really not a woman."

Nie Xueping was reading the newspaper in the house, when Nie Yinbing strode in and said directly, "Brother, did you have a tryst with that young master of the Song family last night?"

Nie Xueping held the edge of the newspaper with both hands, the newspaper blocked the lower half of his face, only above the eyes were exposed, the one-sided glasses were shining faintly, staring at Nie Yinbing without answering.

"Song Yuzhang, right?" Nie Yinbing said, "I've seen this man before. Upstairs in Shen Chengduo's building, he hugged two boys from left to right. It's very unsightly."

Nie Xueping lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on the newspaper. The eyelashes behind the glasses fluttered slightly, and said calmly, "Kids love to play."

"I'm just reminding you."

"understood."

Nie Yinbing turned to leave, but was stopped by Nie Xueping, "Go out and don't talk nonsense."

Nie Yinbing said: "I won't say that getting involved with such a person is not something glorious, and there is nothing to publicize."

Nie Xueping watched Nie Yinbing go out without saying a word. After Nie Yinbing's figure disappeared completely, she still didn't move for a while. The clock in the house was ticking. Nie Xueping folded the newspaper in her hand and put it on the table , rubbing the tight brows lightly.