The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

Song Zhi took a breath, followed Tian Jiamu's gaze and turned away dully, only to find that Fang Chengyan was standing not far away.

The village official got up and greeted him politely: "I haven't seen you for a long time."

Facing the moment when the flood peak was at its peak, the entire town was severely flooded. The muddy yellow flood leaped over the reservoir, galloped down, and flattened everything passing by roaringly. Many roads and bridges were washed away, and it was difficult to walk in from the outside.It's hard to imagine why a character like him has to choose this time to come back?

"It's been a long time." The man replied.

"It's good to come back to see often." The village official simply agreed, seeing that the other party stopped answering, but lowered his eyes to examine Song Zhi, and he also quickly observed the latter's expression.

The state of the two looks a little strange.Mr. Fang's eyes were filled with a little unclear emotion, and Xiao Song's performance was even more awkward. He obviously noticed that the other party was here, but he just turned his head away and remained silent.

Tian Jiamu saw it in his eyes, and his heart was as clear as a mirror.

Ever since Song Zhi came back last year, he hasn't left the town again. Tian Jiamu didn't ask him about Fang Chengyan's whereabouts during this period, but the answer he got was only——

"He was on a short business trip."

If you ask again, all you get is a tired "I don't know, don't ask."

The tone was understated, and he didn't want to talk about it at all, as if the person's name had been sealed in his heart as a forbidden word.Tian Jiamu understood that some irreconcilable conflict must have occurred between them.

Long time no see Mr. Fang.

He looked more sedate, more aloof.

Fang Chengyan's tall and straight appearance always gives people a safe and reliable impression. Behind him is a low-key black car parked. It looks like he is passing by here, but it doesn't look like... because he is still standing there, He didn't speak, and he didn't leave.

Seeing that the topic fell through, Tian Jiamu continued to ask, "Are you going to the Provincial Land Management Department to apply for a project extension in the near future?"

"When something like this happens right now, the delay is justifiable. If you need it, I can also help you write the application."

"Thank you." The man replied slowly, "I'm planning to go there."

"Just remember." Tian Jiamu glanced at the car: "Are you going to leave now?"

"Yes."

"Here, Mr. Fang... Not only Qingyuan Town, but the entire town in the hilly area is flooded. The last time I took a boat to go to the provincial capital, it took a whole day. If you go by car, it will definitely take longer."

"Yeah." Fang Chengyan cast his eyes on Song Zhi's back and said, "One round trip."

Song Zhi leaned towards him, sitting on the steps with his head bowed, polishing a stone-gray hard stone, only showing a little white side face.

Fang Chengyan knew he was listening.

"The office has a new address, in the city center. If you need something, remember to find someone there."

The hand grinding the round stone was slightly stagnant.

After Fang Chengyan explained and left, Secretary Han stepped forward and opened the car door for the president.The moment he was about to get into the car, Song Zhi suddenly stopped him: "Come back in seven days?"

Fang Chengyan suddenly stopped in his tracks: "The night of the seventh day."

The man gets into the black car.

The vehicle started, and the scenery in his field of vision also changed accordingly. He cast a final glance outside. In the small rearview mirror, Song Zhi's thin body was in the center, and his fair face was finally willing to lift up completely. Looking in the direction of the rear of the car.

After Tian Jiamu called him, he quickly stopped driving.

Keep your eyes on your feet and pretend nothing happened.

"Little Brother Song?"

"What are you going to do these days?"

Song Zhi didn't answer the question, and pointed elsewhere in a daze: "I'll go around first."

He didn't care about Tian Jiamu anymore, took a step, and went to the place where people gathered alone.

The government has resettled more than 3000 Qingyuan residents in the refuge. As soon as they stepped in, they had to pay attention to avoiding messy things on the ground with every step.Mattresses are spread side by side in every household, and some people sit on them and chat, frowning for this year's spring tea harvest.There are also a few children lying on the mattress doing their homework, and there are even smaller ones who are chasing and running in the narrow aisle where they can only stand on their heels.

Song Zhi dodged one by one, and finally found Zheng Haizhong.

The old man was much thinner and haggard, and sat alone in a corner.His daughter and six-year-old grandson were at a low table ten paces away.Before he came to the front, Song Zhixian heard the child wailing miserably. He kicked his feet wildly and clamored for jelly in the woman's arms.

Song Zhi asked, "Is there still any food in the supermarket?"

"Otherwise, I'll take him to have a look."

"There's nothing for sale!" The woman waved her hand, and then slapped her son's butt twice: "The supermarket has already been sold out, and there is nothing left! Where can I find jelly for you!"

The child cried even more urgently, and slapped his mother on the face with one hand, and ran away.The woman covered her face with her hand, and with the other hand, she threw the loofah for washing dishes in the air, which happened to hit the child's head, and cursed, "You son of a bitch! I'll beat you to death!"

"...Really, it's the other way around!"

Song Zhi persuaded: "You are still young, coax him first, then I will take him to buy."

The woman was still angry, Song Zhi shifted his gaze to Zheng Haizhong, and asked, "How is the uncle?"

"It's not good." She looked at her own father: "In other people's lifeboats, I tried to pull people up, but I didn't pull them up, and fell into the water. When I got out, I ended up like this."

The old man's condition is indeed not optimistic.

Over the years, the aftereffects of the lobotomy had left him unresponsive and silent.In the crowd of noisy people, he sat silently, like an old and yellowed image, the luster of his eyes disappeared one by one, his right hand was held out of thin air in front of him, his fingers were withered, and blue and purple blood vessels floated on the surface, constantly showing tiny epilepsy.

"uncle."

Song Zhi sat beside him and called softly, "Master?"

Zheng Haizhong half-opened his mouth, but did not move his eyes.

"I brought out your chickens, dogs and rabbits, and I'll bring them to you tomorrow."

The old man still didn't respond.The woman said to him, "Thank you."

"When will it be better? Do you need to take medicine?"

"Yeah. I've been taking medicine for control, but I forgot to take it this time. It's the most serious illness I've ever had... Sigh, I don't know what's going on. I'll take him to the hospital when the water recedes."

After the woman finished speaking, she didn't greet Song Zhi again.She leaned over and reached into the large basin in front of her to wash and rinse the pile of dishes.

Song Zhi planned to sit for a while and leave, when he suddenly heard "Ah...", Zheng Haizhong's cloudy eyeballs finally moved: "You are here, brat..."

The two looked at each other when they heard the long-delayed reply.

The woman looked helpless and finally sighed.After washing the dishes, she asked Song Zhi to help carry the stacked dishes to the temporary kitchen.A few people who came to help put the rice on the plate, set up several big tables, and called everyone to come and eat.

Seeing that they were sitting in an orderly manner, and the seats were still full, Song Zhi prepared to go back to the hotel.But he was immediately noticed by the small village official who rushed over, and the other party forcibly asked him to have lunch with him.

When it was lunch break, he went with a few middle-aged people to the vicinity of the river, where he plowed and set up tents, and he was so tired that he was sweating profusely.

Measuring the water level, moving the sandbags, installing the plates, repairing the pipes, connecting the light wires, the things are small and complicated, and there are some unintelligible operations. After a long time, I watched and learned them all.

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

Song Zhi remembered the day when Fang Chengyan came back.

On this day, he had nothing to do, and spent the afternoon playing stones with the sisters of the Liu family.I was supposed to go back early tonight, but I was patting my ass to leave when I heard someone beside me say:

"Have you heard that there is a car overturned on the road..."

"How about Xiemen! I just heard... driving... I kicked the accelerator and rushed into the water, but didn't come out again..."

Song Zhi didn't leave again, and continued to listen, vaguely hearing something like "millions".

His heart skipped a beat.

million.

The cold wind was blowing, and everything around seemed to be slowing down. From the depths of memory, a voice suddenly floated up:

"Why isn't he married yet?"

"My dad said his car is worth hundreds of W."

The voice of the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was clear and clear, and it kept echoing evil in her mind.

When Song Zhi came back to his senses, he found that he had already run straight in front of the other party: "Where is the car?"

The man was taken aback: "Zhenkou."

Song Zhi turned around to go, but the people behind hurriedly called him: "The rescue has already been done over there, there are still many people there, don't worry about it."

But the little tea master ran faster as if he hadn't heard it, the sky was dark, he stepped on a few pools of silver water on the road, and the splashed muddy water stained the bottom of his trousers, but he didn't care, all he thought was that he was a blind fortune teller The two words in my mouth...

Town mouth.

A few shirtless middle-aged men stood in a deep ditch by the side of the road.

Song Zhi ran out of breath, without saying a word, jumped into the water under the astonished eyes of everyone, and jumped in front of them a few times.Not knowing where the strength came from, he grabbed the rope they had rescued and began to pull back.

Several big men noticed a sudden rush of energy from behind, and they all looked back.

Seeing a young man approaching, his palms were red with strangulation, and he was more desperate than anyone else.

The people in front yelled "one, two, three" and directed everyone to exert their strength at the same time: "Keep going!"

"One, two, three—!"

"Come out! Hurry up!" The two people in front quickly dropped the rope and bent over to pull the man.

The driver who fell into the ditch was covered in dirt, and the moment he landed, he opened his mouth and cursed vulgarly at the ditch that tripped his car.

Song Zhi stepped forward and saw a large cart covered in black mud tilted at the bottom of the ditch: "This cart, one million?"

The person next to him replied with an inexplicable expression: "The wind is millions of hours."

"What's the matter?...Little tea master? We all drive this kind of three horses here."

"..."

Things turned out ridiculous.

Song Zhi stared at it for a long time as if he didn't realize it.After a long time, he gave a soft "heh", but his sudden chuckle was really weird.Everyone was looking at him, even the driver stopped cursing and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Feel sorry."

Song Zhi turned his head away and sneezed five times in a row.The way back was far and quiet, and the moon in the sky was reflected in the large and small puddles ahead.He was walking on a dark path, as if walking from countless moons to another moon.

Someone watched his leaving back and whispered to others: "Is there something wrong with the outsider?"

"Are you stupid? Why are you not as smart as before these two days?"

Song Zhi walked for 10 minutes and finally returned to the hotel.

He went to Fang Chengyan's room first.

The man seemed to have just arrived, and there was a supermarket shopping bag on the table, which contained a lot of fresh ingredients.

He was taking off his shirt, obviously not expecting a sudden intrusion.

So Song Zhi moved his gaze down slowly under the bright lights, and successfully saw the scar on his heart.

"..."

The connective tissue of the scar was hideously cohesive, the size of the bottom of a bowl, tightly attached to a place a little away from the heart, and the skin was sunken inward, different in color from the surrounding skin, and had a terrifying shape.

Song Zhi stared silently.

The man did not cover up the scars, put on a new shirt, and fastened every button indifferently.

After he finished dressing, he said coldly, "Where did you go?"

Song Zhi seemed to be stunned, the room was extremely quiet.

Fang Chengyan tried his best to change into a gentle tone: "What did you do?"

Song Zhi timidly replied: "...for a walk."

Examine his whole body - the bottom of his trousers is soaked, and there are many mud spots splashed on the half-leg height.

Obviously, not so.

Fang Chengyan didn't want to ask too much, but said, "Go take a bath first."

Song Zhi suddenly remembered something, met the man's eyes, and asked with concern: "Are you tired? Do you want to eat first?"

Each floor of the hotel is equipped with a kitchen area. He took a look at the bag, and found fresh razor clams, beef tendon, and unknown sauces written in English.

won't do.

And stumped in embarrassment.

"I'll do it. Go clean up and don't make me repeat myself."

Fang Chengyan took it from him, with a slight tone of voice, as cold as ice: "I don't always understand what you usually do."

He remembered one time before...sending Song Zhi to the town government for a meeting, the other party came back to look for him, and brought two young girls with him to see him.Once again, Song Zhi told him that he was going to find a blind date, but he ran to fight with him and broke the corner of his mouth.

……walk?Make yourself so dirty and say you're going for a walk?

There are countless strange things about him.

This is an existence that makes people look at it more, and it takes a lot of effort.

Then leave him alone, Fang Chengyan.

A gust of wind in late spring and early summer passed by, and when everyone felt it, there would be a little impulse to follow a few steps in their souls.

The difference is that he traveled a long way and chased the wind for a long time.

But when he caught up with him, he wanted to ask if Feng could stay in his arms forever.

Of course, the answer is always impossible.

"All right."

The feeling of being besieged surged into his heart, and he began to get tired of himself like this again, and he didn't even have any plans to care about it: "Let's go take a shower first..."