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Family affection is the greatest emotion in this world.

Young and frivolous, passionate years, love is like a plague that burns everyone's youth and dreams, has been quietly swimming in the long river of history and time, the vast majority of people will find their other half, love, marriage, childbirth, mutual support. Three years of itching, seven years of itching, ten years

When we see that our children are restless, when they are about to be infected by the eternal plague of love, and look back at the other half who has accompanied us through most of the ups and downs and laughter in the world, at that time, everyone will find that the feelings that could burn out the sea and vow have quietly deteriorated over time and become family affection, more tacit understanding, and more inseparable.

Even if they are two good buddies who wear a pair of open crotch pants from childhood to adulthood, in the eyes of outsiders, they will be evaluated: the two are like brothers, and even closer than brothers.

Close relatives.

It is the warmest and most touching word in the world.

For Song Qingyu, Song Qingyi is her relative and brother.

For more than 20 years, the two have only met in secret less than three times, but now that they meet again, the feeling that blood is thicker than water is still there.

He was her only relative.

In the Zhongshan Meilu villa area, Song Qingyi, who also did not force the recruitment, was obviously more injured, and he worked hard all the way to make an illusion that he was stronger than Wang Fuxing, and forced himself to return to this strange ' Home', all the internal organs seem to be burning, the whole body is in severe pain, and the placket is full of blood, this green clothes, it seems that he has never been so embarrassed, but today for an inexplicable reason, he was just screamed and said no by a little girl who had only met in theory, and almost decisively chose to be seriously injured at the same time as Wang Fuxing, which would definitely be considered an incomprehensible thing if it was placed on someone who was familiar with him.

Song Qingyu's eyes turned red instantly, hugged his brother's body, and carefully put him on the bed, his tightly bitten red lips were already oozing blood.

can follow the eldest lady of the Tang family as the last line of defense, her skills will naturally not be bad, if she fights with her life, she will not even be much weaker than Huangfu Lingxi, with her eyesight, it is easy to see how serious Song Qingyi's injury is, complete internal injury, pulse disorder, mental loss, the whole person is hovering in a state of half sanity and half soberness, if it is a little mysterious, it is the so-called madness in the legend.

Even if he had attacked Wang Fuxing and Huangfu Lingxi on the top of the Jinling Hotel, even if Wang Fuxing touched his ass and threatened to take possession of his body, Song Qingyu, who had never had the slightest fear in his heart, became so frightened and helpless for the first time in his heart, helped Song Qingyi to lie down on the bed, and was stunned for a long time before he suddenly reacted, played a basin of meekness, wiped the blood on the corner of his brother's mouth, and then wrung out a wet towel and pillowed it on his forehead. Immediately went downstairs wearing the clothes that originally belonged to Xia Qinwei but were a little ill-fitting, completely leaving behind her worries that if she went out now, she might expose her whereabouts and fall into the hands of Wang Fuxing again.

Casserole, more than 10 flavors of Chinese medicine, purified water.

Fortunately, although the environment in this dilapidated community is average, the nearby facilities are quite complete, and a Chinese medicine pharmacy is opened at the entrance of the community, and there is a supermarket opposite.

Song Qingyu, who has followed Tang Ning for so many years, not only as a bodyguard but also as a guest nanny, grasped the more than ten flavors of traditional Chinese medicine with gentle properties, and ran to the supermarket opposite, bought a large bag of daily necessities, and ensured that he and his brother would not be starved to death if they did not go out for a few days, Song Qingyu finally woke up from the helpless situation, carried a large bag, returned to the dilapidated community, re-entered the house with a lot of things, and walked into the bedroom, only to find that Song Qingyi, who should have been unconscious now, was opening his eyes, Lying upright on the bed, motionless.

An unusually strange smell filled the room, and something resembling a cigarette butt was thrown on the floor.

Song Qingyu was stunned for a moment, suddenly changed color, and exclaimed: "Brother, you take drugs?!" ”

"The right amount of marijuana. It can temporarily relieve the pain, and if you do not get too much addiction, it will not be too bad. I've always had some on me, but I've only used them three times over the years. ”

Song Qingyi said slowly, lying on the bed, his body had a fluttering feeling, but he was intellectually unusually sober.

He only had two defeats in his life, more than ten years ago when he first came out of the school, he had been ordered by the master to visit an old friend of his in Fengtian City, an old Taoist priest who is almost ten years old now, Song Qingyi at that time, is undoubtedly a model of young and frivolous and ignorant of the height of the sky, he thinks he can do a sword in the world I have in the world, in that dilapidated Taoist temple, Song Qingyi has seen a thin sword hanging in front of the old Taoist priest's bed, the workmanship is extremely exquisite, whether it is size or width or even weight, It's all like it's tailor-made for him, it's called Frenzy. At that moment, Song Qingyi, who was acting on behalf of his teacher, secretly swore that even if he did whatever it takes, he would let the sword belong to him.

He begged like an old Taoist priest, but the old Taoist priest who had been smiling and talking all day long unexpectedly refused, with a tough posture, and said that he was not worthy without any room for maneuver.

At that time, Song Qingyi, who thought that he had no opponent among his peers, was furious, but the old Taoist priest still looked indifferent, and said that if he could defeat him, it didn't matter if this frenzy belonged to him.

That year, Song Qingyi, who had just been born, came out with a sword for the first time.

Domineering to the extreme.

As a result, the old Taoist priest who was said to have guarded his broken Taoist temple for decades and rarely stepped out of the Taoist temple just stretched out two fingers lightly.

Suddenly, he firmly clamped the sword he had chopped out.

Then after a floating dust threw him out of the distance, he indifferently dropped a sentence: "This sword, you are not suitable." And the age difference between you and my female apprentice is too far. ”

Song Qingyi, who was greatly frustrated for the first time in his heart, didn't know what kind of character the old Taoist priest was at that time, and he didn't know what kind of character the old Taoist priest was who was locked up and secretly cultivated by his master at a young age, and he didn't know why he said that he was not suitable for that sword at that time.

He dragged his seriously injured body down the mountain that day, and he kept thinking about this question, but he thought about it for nearly twenty years.

When he saw Huangfu Lingxi, he understood his first doubt, and when he saw Wang Fuxing, he seemed to understand a little more.

That year, that day, Song Qingyi fell at the foot of the mountain alone and used drugs for the first time in his life.

Three years later, he reappeared in the capital, the rivers and lakes that still circulated the first beauty and the first master in the capital, and he was once again defeated by the sword of an ordinary-looking young man.

Time turns, the old Taoist priest who defeated him lightly at that time is already old, and the peer who defeated him with a single sword is also depressed because of the death of his wife, but today, he is once again using marijuana because of a young man who is a generation younger than him.

Song Qingyi lay quietly on the bed, his eyes were almost dead, this middle-aged swordsman with superb skills but extremely arrogant was once madly infatuated with the first beauty in the capital that year, and was once defeated by the first young master in the capital at that time.

For most of his life, both emotionally and proudly, it seems to be a tragedy.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a quiet tone, "I don't accept it." ”

Song Qingyu subconsciously tilted his head, a little puzzled.

Song Qingyi seemed to be stimulated by a lot of memories that he had already thought he had long forgotten, groped through his clothes for a long time, took out something in the shape of a cigarette, lit it and continued: "Don't worry about me, I will arrange for you to leave Jinling in the near future." You can reply to Tang Ning according to what I gave you, according to Wang Fuxing's character, he will definitely not demolish you, he is now eager for a few bombshells in the Tang family, it is best to explode together, even if your little bomb is not his, he is happy to watch the excitement on the side, you just need to wait for the opportunity, don't act rashly, wait for my news. ”

Song Qingyu's face changed, he bit his lip, and said softly: "Brother, I want to know who we are serving." ”

"It's not something you should know."

Song Qingyi said indifferently, lying on the bed, his injuries were indeed not light, relying on marijuana to suppress the pain, but he didn't dare to move, if it wasn't for him talking and breathing all the time, it would be easy for people to think that he was a dead man.

Song Qingyu wanted to speak and stopped, and there was finally a trace of anger in his eyes.

Song Qingyi's face was expressionless, as if he had insight into his sister's thoughts, subconsciously slowed down his tone, and said softly: "I'm for your good." Xiaoyu, just do your own thing, there are some things you shouldn't know, at least not now. ”

Song Qingyu snorted with a cold face, looking at his biological brother lying on the bed, but he wanted to cry for no reason.

"At least you have to tell me what you came to Jinling for this time!"

Song Qingyu said stubbornly, carrying a lot of food and Chinese medicine, motionless, like a stubborn child.

Song Qingyi was silent for a while, and in her sister's expectant eyes, she finally spoke: "You are my sister, you fall into the hands of Wang Fuxing, what do you say I am here for?" ”

Song Qingyu turned his head away and stopped talking.

"But I'm not exactly here to save you."

Song Qingyi paused and continued: "There is another reason, it is that I want to make some trouble for a certain old guy. In the plan, I was going to go to Qixia Temple this afternoon, but now I have to wait. ”

"Qixia Temple?"

Song Qingyu looked puzzled.

It's just that Song Qingyu didn't say much, closed his eyes and said, "Let's boil the medicine." ”

Song Qingyu, who finally got an answer in his heart, sighed and turned to leave.

Long.

In the room, Song Qingyi's slightly trembling murmur sounded softly because she carried too many memories and thoughts.

"Song of the Morning"