girlfriend's brother

Zhou Hui has a girlfriend named Song Nuan, and he is a childhood sweetheart with him.

As for her brother, he only remembered seeing him a few times when he went to her house when he was very young.More than ten years later, the memory of her brother has been very vague.Later I heard that her brother was sent to study abroad by his parents.Since then, he has never seen his girlfriend's brother again.

Zhou Hui didn't expect to hear about this person's funeral again.

On the day of the funeral, it was raining lightly, and the rain fell on the tombstone, and slid down the grain of the stone tablet onto a black and white photo.

The eyes of the person in the photo are indifferent, but the corners of the mouth curl up in an almost invisible arc.Zhou Hui stood in the crowd and stared blankly at the strange face, trying to recall the intersection with him, but found that the fragments about him were all vague.

It was very quiet all around, only the sobbing sound of Song's mother from time to time.Zhou Hui turned his head and looked at the poor woman next to her with a handkerchief covering her mouth. He wanted to comfort her, but found that he couldn't say anything, so he reached out and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

Back at Song's house, after helping her mother to sit on the sofa, Song Nuan got up to pour water, Zhou Hui didn't know what to say for a while, so he just sat aside.

Although Song Nuan's mother lowered her head and couldn't see the expression on her face, Zhou Hui could feel her sadness.He thought for a long time, and always felt that he should say something, and said softly: "Auntie, my condolences are changing, I believe Xiaonuan's brother doesn't want to see you like this."

Mother Song didn't speak. After a long time, she suddenly sighed and stood up slowly, walking upstairs.Zhou Hui hurriedly got up and followed Song's mother, who was in a daze, up the stairs.

Upstairs, Mother Song entered a room.

"Woooooo, it's all my mother's fault, it's my mother's fault."

As soon as Zhou Hui followed to the door, he heard Song's mother sobbing intermittently.He pushed open the door, and saw Mother Song in black, kneeling on the ground with something in her arms, her shoulders shaking violently.This room is very large, but only a few objects are placed, making the room appear empty.Zhou Hui guessed that this should be Brother Xiaonuan's room.

Just as Zhou Hui was about to go up to appease him, Song Nuan suddenly walked out from behind him, stepped over him and pulled up his mother, took the photo frame from her hand, and said, "Mom, I'll clean up brother's things, you go to rest. Bar."

After helping Song's mother back to the room, Zhou Hui returned to the room just now, where Song Nuan was sorting out her brother's belongings.

In fact, there is nothing to clean up. This room only has a bed, a desk, a wardrobe and a bookcase.The bookcase standing against the wall is very huge, covering the entire wall tightly.Zhou Hui walked to the bookcase and glanced aimlessly.It can be seen that the owner of the room was a book lover in his lifetime, and books on astronomy and geography filled this huge bookcase.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a row of small books.These shabby little books are only the size of a palm, and they are neatly arranged according to the serial number from left to right, which is somewhat incompatible with the philosophy and history books in the bookshelf.

"Huh? I liked this set of comic books when I was a child." Zhou Hui took out one and flipped through it casually.

"is it?"

Song Nuan didn't know when he stood behind Zhou Hui and startled him. He shook the comic book in his hand and said with a chuckle, "Well, I saved up pocket money for a long time to buy this set of books. , It’s a pity that the bookstore burned down before I saved enough money, so I can’t buy it anymore. Is this your brother’s book?”

Song Nuan nodded, and suddenly said in embarrassment: "When I was very young, I sneaked into my brother's room to play, saw these comic books, and even sneaked through them hidden in my clothes."

"Steal? If you like it, why don't you just ask your brother for it? Your brother loves you so much, so he shouldn't care about these little books." Hearing his girlfriend's absurd behavior when she was young, Zhou Hui asked a little strangely .

"My brother didn't like other people touching his things when he was a child. I just wanted to borrow it to have a look, and then secretly put it back after reading it. I didn't expect my brother to find out."

"So are you going to go back in the end? He is a very possessive person." Zhou Hui put the little book back on the shelf, and when he turned around, he found Song Nuan still standing behind him with his head bowed and not saying a word.

"I've never seen such an angry brother... went crazy and ransacked the whole house... When he found these books from my bed, I will never forget the look in my eyes... ..." Song Nuan whispered, her body trembling slightly, "It seems like you want to kill me."

Zhou Hui walked over to his girlfriend who was immersed in memories and couldn't extricate himself, patted her on the back lightly, and said softly: "When I was young, I was angry for several days because my father licked me a bite of ice cream. Boys At that age, it is inevitable that you will be domineering, and it is normal to cherish your own things. Although you didn't have much contact with your brother when you were young, you can see that he loves you very much."

"You don't know, you don't know anything." Song Nuan buried her head deeply in Zhou Hui's chest, as if she was exhausted, "He doesn't love anyone, he doesn't love me, he doesn't love his parents, even if they Putting all my attention on him, depending on him and giving him everything, he is indifferent. But even so, my parents never pay any attention to me, because I am not as good as him , just because I'm a girl."

Zhou Hui's suggestion to stay and help was rejected by Song Nuan, and he was worried and asked for a long time before leaving the Song family.

He is 25 years old this year, and his family was poor since he was a child. After working, apart from rent and necessary living expenses every month, the rest of the money can only afford to rent a migrant worker's house in the suburbs.For this reason, he worked hard, hoping that his future wife would not live a hard life with him.

After getting off the bus, walk through an alley to his residence.

It was already late at night, and there were no street lights in the alley, only some light came out from the windows on both sides.In the past, Song Nuan and I went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables after get off work, talked and laughed, and arrived home in a while.But Zhou Hui felt that this alley was very quiet and long tonight.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. Just as he exhaled, through the smoke, he vaguely saw a person walking towards him.The figure was slender and tall, and he should be a man, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, giving the first impression that he was clean and comfortable.

The man's face hidden in the night was blurred, but Zhou Hui could clearly feel a gaze staring at him, that gaze was like an eagle's claw catching a chick, firmly locked on him.

When the man approached, he subconsciously glanced at the opposite person.

Surprisingly, at such a close distance, he still couldn't see the other party's face clearly.

How is this possible?

Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters... As the distance between the two got closer, Zhou Hui narrowed his eyes again and stared at the man's face.Just when he was concentrating, a chuckle came from afar.Zhou Hui suddenly realized his own childishness, he was discouraged, and said softly: "What am I looking at?"

Just when he was secretly ashamed, the man had already walked past him, carrying a strange fragrance.Zhou Hui couldn't help but raised his head and took a deep breath of the intoxicating aroma. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the man's fair and slender neck, and looked up along the neck...

No?

eyes, nose, mouth...

Nothing at all!

The part of the face was blurred with white skin, as if wearing a mask without facial features.

Zhou Hui turned his head three times a step, staring at the straight back.The man was still walking unhurriedly, and there was nothing unusual about it.