[pattern] Song's son

"Master, we're here." The black bodyguard opened the car door, and half-bowed, invited out the man who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Here?" The man opened his eyes and didn't get out of the car in a hurry. Instead, he glanced at the still brightly lit studio through the car window, and frowned, "How do you take care of him? Why isn't he asleep yet?"

The assistant in the front row smiled wryly. It wasn't that he didn't send someone to take care of it, but that the Buddha inside refused to sleep.The people inside could not be scolded or beaten, so they could only wait on him cautiously, he refused to sleep, what could he do, and he could only do what he wanted.Even though he said that, he still had to answer the words of the person next to him, so he could only answer cautiously: "Master Su said that he would not sleep until the master returned."

"Really?" The voice of the man in the back seat became visibly brighter, his brows and eyes were filled with visible joy, and he was about to get out of the car without waiting for the assistant's answer.

"How can he let his temper go and change a group of people around him."

The people around Young Master Su are all carefully selected. They are people who know pottery but also know how to measure.But due to helplessness, the assistant had no choice but to bow his head and say yes.

The man who got out of the car walked a few steps towards the studio, then stopped suddenly, lowered his head and smelled the smell of alcohol on his body.

"Forget it, I won't go today."

Then why did you drive here for two or three hours to keep us from sleeping?

The assistant lowered his head and frowned, not daring to reveal any dissatisfaction, "Young master Su seems to have something to say to the young master, is the young master really not going?"

The man didn't speak any more, and walked straight into the studio.

Pushing open the door, the room is full of all kinds of pottery, either luxurious or elegant.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the man in the house called Young Master Su still lowered his head and pulled the ceramic embryo, ignoring the man who walked in.

The man was not annoyed, and consciously took off his coat and hung it on the hanger at the entrance, revealing the suit he wore just after attending the banquet.

"Yi Zheng, why aren't you sleeping?" The man walked to the side of Young Master Su, propping the table with one hand, he could vaguely see the unrestrained attitude of his youth.

Su Yizheng ignored the man, and still lowered his head and focused on Tao Yu in front of him. His slightly long bangs covered Su Yizheng's eyes, and he could only see those black eyes through the gap between his bangs.

The man stared at Su Yizheng for a while, but his voice finally softened.He squatted on the ground, raised Su Yizheng's black bangs with one hand, and looked at his bright black eyes.

"It's so beautiful." Even though he can see it every day, he can't help but express his appreciation.

Su Yi was opening the man's hand with a hand stained with porcelain mud, a trace of disgust flashed in his black eyes, and he said coldly and without any emotion: "Don't touch me, Song, Yu, Bin."

What right do you have to touch me now?Now I feel disgusted even by your touch.

Song Yubin's knocked-off hands were stained with some dirt, a trace of injury flashed in his eyes, but then he shrugged nonchalantly, "Yi Zheng, I heard you have something to tell me, right?"

"Jiayi." Su Yizheng raised his head, the diamond stud on his left ear gleamed under the yellow light, "Jinsicao has divorced Junbiao, what else do you want to do?"

Song Yubin frowned, and wanted to put his hands on Su Yizheng's shoulders, but halfway he saw his hands were stained with dirt, he shrank back abruptly and wiped them on his suit carelessly.

Su Yizheng doesn't like dirty things on his body, he has always remembered it.

"Let's not talk about this, shall we?" Song Yubin lowered his voice, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Let's talk about something else, don't you really want to go to an overseas island? I just got a small island a few days ago. Let's go play some other day."

"Song Yubin, why are you dealing with Jinsicao and Jiayi?" Su Yizheng also seemed very impatient, he suddenly pushed the newly formed pottery embryos forward, and the newly formed pottery embryos became a pile again Clay.

What's wrong with Jinsicao and Gaeul?Why do you want to put them to death.

For a while, the house was silent.

Song Yubin stared blankly at Su Yizheng, as if he didn't understand why he was so angry.He grinned and smiled, "Doesn't Yizheng want me to fight Jinsicao and the others? Then I won't do it."

If you don't like it, then it's fine if I don't do it.Whatever you want, I will give it to you.

The assistant who had been standing silently behind him couldn't help standing up when he heard this, "Master...no, the brothers below are all..."

He looked at Su Yizheng with some blame. This young master would never know the efforts his young master made to completely deal with Jin Sicao. As Song Yubin's full-time assistant, he knew quite well where Song Yubin's property had gone all these years.

"Shut up!" Song Yubin interrupted the assistant violently, turned his head and smiled flatteringly at Su Yizheng: "Is there anything else you want me to do?"

As long as it is your request, I will try my best to achieve it.

"Let me go," Su Yizheng gave Song Yubin a cold look, washed his hands in the basin next to the embryo drawing machine, turned and walked upstairs without tidying up the messy items on the table.

Song Yubin didn't retort as fiercely as before, but propped his head on one hand and said, "Do you really want to leave that much?"

"From the beginning, you knew I didn't like it." Su Yizheng walked halfway up the stairs and said without looking back, "From the time you put me under house arrest, you should know that the brotherhood in the past has completely disappeared." After speaking, he walked to the living room on the second floor without pausing.

"That's it..." The man's tone was bleak, as if he was helpless and exhausted after a long period of vicissitudes, "Then if I die, you won't be unhappy, right?"

Song Yubin, didn't you already think about the consequences the moment you decided to put him under house arrest?Why do you want to be able to get his feelings besides the people who can see him now.

Obviously, it is such an unrealistic thing.

The man was sitting on the wooden floor, holding his hands on his knees, showing a rare fragile posture, and his head buried in his knees was unknowable fragility.

The assistant behind him sighed, walked to the side of the man and knelt down to comfort him softly: "Master, let's go back."

The hostess and the house have not welcomed them from the very beginning.

"Alin, do you think we still have a chance to come back?" The man's voice seemed to come from far away, "Maybe he will be truly liberated in a few days."

"In a world without me, he will live wonderfully. So no matter what happens, I can accept it calmly."

Ah Lin couldn't help but feel tighter when he thought about what would happen in a few days, "Actually, if the young master continues to deal with Miss Jinsicao, we still have a slight chance of winning."

But if they stop attacking, even a glimmer of life will be lost.

Song Yubin was silent, he didn't understand this truth.It's just that that person has already spoken, and he can't bear to see that person's disappointed eyes, maybe he doesn't even have the courage to refuse to face that person.

Alin seemed to have seen Song Yubin's unspoken words, so he didn't say anything more.

Warm yellow lights are scattered throughout the room, it is obviously a warm color, but for no reason there is a hint of coldness.

"Alin, help me up."

That's all, the matter has reached such a point that he doesn't care anymore.Su Yizheng, Su Yizheng, every time he thinks of this name, it hurts his heart like a knife, and it hurts so badly.

He looked around the perfect cage he had built for Su Yizheng.The cage is still the same, but from the desperate and crazy when he first designed this cage, now he looks at this place even more desperate.

Song Yubin stretched out his hand, his slender and fair fingers had distinct knuckles, only some hard calluses on the tiger's mouth and index finger, which were the result of long-term practice with guns.

A Lin's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand to pull Song Yubin up.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the person who hadn't gone far at the corner of the stairs, and he even thought about rushing up to pull him down.

Song Yubin is such a proud figure, but he is begging so humblely for Su Yizheng.In his opinion, if it weren't for the existence of Su Yizheng, Song Yubin would have grown into a hero in the future, but now Song Yubin's wings were forcibly cut off by Su Yizheng.

"Let's go, Alin." Song Yubin raised his head and looked at the stairs leading to the second floor, then turned and walked out the door without hesitation.

Ah Lin also looked up at the stairs, and turned and left without hesitation after hearing Song Yubin's call.Arling paused as he passed the hanger by the gate, but still did not take away the black coat hanging on the hanger.

When Ah Lin returned to the car, Song Yubin had already fallen asleep in the back seat.

Since it was already late, Ah Lin had already sent the driver home when Song Yubin walked into the studio.Only a few bodyguards remained in another car.

He tried his best to drive the car as smoothly as possible and avoid large fluctuations. After all, the people in the back seat of the car haven't had a peaceful sleep for a long time.

"I can't remember the first time I met him now. It was to choose a suitable playmate for Gu Junpyo, the eldest son of Gu. I, Jihoo, and Yi Zheng were in love with Gu Junpyo. With a similar family background, he became his playmate."

Maybe the environment in the car was too dark, or maybe it was too tired, but Alin was obviously a suitable listener.

"Later we grew up slowly, but I don't know why I just like Yi Zheng more. Even when we sleep with women occasionally, it is his shadow that emerges in the end."

"I thought I could just guard him like this and not think about other things, but when I saw him with Qiu Jiayi, I still misjudged my endurance."

Song Yubin took out a pack of cigarettes from his suit, and lit one tremblingly.The fiery red color looks crumbling in the small space of the car. Outside the car is noisy and lively, and inside the car is eternal loneliness.

"Actually, I shouldn't have used this method in the first place."

Song Yubin shook his head, and denied this way, "But that's fine, at least he can remember me when I'm gone."

"Even in a hateful way."

Yizheng, Yizheng.If I die, will you still remember me like this?Perhaps you are right - our brotherhood has long since disappeared.

Ah Lin never looked back, if he did, he might see Song Yubin's despair hidden in the darkness.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it," Song Yubin extinguished the cigarette butt and threw it in the ashtray that came with the car, "Alin, have you thought about what I'll do when I'm not here?"

Alin shook his head, and replied solemnly: "Alin's life is given by the young master, and if the young master is gone, Alin will naturally be gone."

"Don't say that," Song Yubin laughed, "I'm 32 this year. I've already played everything a man should live and be crazy. You're only in your 20s this year and it's still a long way. There's no need to accompany me to die."

Alin shook his head stubbornly, but did not speak.

"Actually, I really hope you can survive and take care of him for me," Song Yubin lowered his voice, then shook his head, "But it's okay, he probably won't even want to see anything about me in the future."

"I can die for the young master." Alin pursed his lips and said almost persistently, "Master Su doesn't understand everything you have done for him now, but he will understand in the future."

"Those people want my life, so what's the use of you dying." Song Yubin chuckled, "And they don't necessarily have to give me what they want, right?"

In fact, death, to him, is not a kind of relief.

Allin didn't answer.

Song Yubin took out a bottle of medicine from the dark cabinet designed in the car, poured out twice as many pills from the bottle as usual, raised his head, put it directly into his mouth, and swallowed dryly.The bitter taste of the pill spread in his mouth, and he slowly closed his eyes, the exhaustion of the day had made his spirit on the verge of collapse.

Few people know that Song Yubin, who has always been gentle and courteous outside, is a severe patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder and paranoia. If he is not Song Yubin, who has power over the sky, it is not an exaggeration for him to be locked up in a mental hospital.

"Alin, stay alive."

Survive, whether he needs you or not, take good care of him for me.Even, even though he probably doesn't need your attention.

Alin looked at the road with dark eyes and didn't answer.