girlfriend's brother

Zhou Hui took out a yellow peace talisman folded into a triangle shape from his pocket, and handed it to Gao Yuanxia: "Last time I asked for a peace talisman in the temple, here it is."

Gao Yuanxia just stared at the triangular piece of cloth swaying in mid-air with the wind, without moving.The peace talisman was made of fabric, and a talisman was drawn with red ink on it. A red string was passed through one corner of the talisman to hang the talisman. Zhou Hui held the two ends of the rope and tied it in a knot. , hanging around each other's necks.

After hanging it up, Zhou Hui moved his body a little farther away, looked at it and couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, it doesn't match your temperament at all."

After Gao Yuan Xia Zheng for a while, he stretched out his hand to pinch the yellow talisman against his chest, and gently rubbed the rough cloth with his fingertips.Zhou Hui thought he was angry, and wanted to take it off, so he quickly pressed his hand on the back of his hand, and said with a smile: "I'm just kidding, it's pretty good-looking, you look good on anything you wear."

The person opposite had clear eyes, clean eyebrows, and slightly warm palms covering the back of his hands. Gao Yuanxia kept his movements and asked, "There is only one? What about you?"

Zhou Hui let go of his hand and shrugged his shoulders: "You wear it, this is for you."

"……why?"

The other party's voice was very low, and Zhou Hui could barely hear it clearly. He hesitated before speaking: "I don't want you to die. Gao Yuanxia, ​​I only have you." You are the only one who can speak.

Zhou Hui turned around and cleaned up the ashes on the ground. The people behind him remained silent until he packed his things and put them at the door to return to the house. Fu, Zhou Hui called him a few times before he said softly, "You seem to rarely call me by my name."

Zhou Hui was taken aback, and said, "It's not that I don't like calling you by your name, it's just that when I call you, you often don't agree, so that's why you call me less." There was no response. When he called him behind him, the other party often did not answer, and sometimes he would be stunned for a few seconds before he could react.

"Can you repeat what you just said?" Gao Yuanxia didn't explain anything, but just stared at the person opposite and asked.

"What? It's not me, no..."

"Not this sentence, but the previous sentence."

"I don't want you to die, I only have you." Zhou Hui read.

Zhou Hui suddenly remembered the previous dispute, and blurted out what he said, thinking that Gao Yuanxia had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "I didn't mean that, I was not afraid that you would hurt me if you died."

Gao Yuanxia suddenly smiled: "Is that so? You yelled at me to get the hell out of here, don't hurt you, those words seem to have been said the night before yesterday."

"That's two different things. Your behavior at that time..." Zhou Hui couldn't help touching his neck when he thought of the wet touch that night.

Perhaps stimulated by his subconscious actions and disgusted expression, Gao Yuanxia frowned and said nothing.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Zhou Hui quickly shut up. Men are more terrible than women when they get angry, and it is definitely not something that can be resolved with a few nice words.Zhou Hui was a little at a loss, except for the outrageous behavior that night, he asked himself, Gao Yuanxia was really good to himself, and originally wanted to give him some warmth before he died, as a way of repaying him, but he didn't expect to be self-defeating, and instead stabbed someone else.

At night, Zhou Hui fell into a drowsy sleep when he heard someone knocking on his door, and a vague voice asked in a low voice outside, "Are you still sleeping?"

Zhou Hui turned over and lazily replied, "Yes."

It was quiet outside for a while before a voice came in: "I'm sorry, I just can't believe you would say something like that."

Zhou Hui forcefully opened his heavy eyelids and asked, "What are you talking about?"

The voice outside was soft but clear: "You said, you only have me."

Zhou Hui lazily replied, "Yes." The corners of his mouth curled up in self-deprecating manner. Indeed, this was the only living person he knew.It's just that these words seem to have another meaning in Gao Yuanxia's ears.

Gao Yuanxia stood outside the door, with his forehead against the door, and said in a low voice, "Can I take it as you caring about me?"

After being tossed by a few ghosts last night, Zhou Hui was still exhausted after lying on the bed for a whole day. At this time, his eyelids were almost unable to hold up, and the people outside were still cautiously probing.But he didn't intend to accept the other party at all. He said those words to express his cherishment for the other party, but he didn't expect it to be a confession.

Maybe death is imminent, and many things are no longer in the mood. Zhou Hui's consciousness slowly began to sink. Before his consciousness was taken over by sleepiness, he hesitated for a while and replied: "Mmm..."

In the final coda, Zhou Hui finally fell into a deep sleep, and there was a sudden silence outside the door.In the silent darkness, a strange fragrance filled the air, cool and faint.

In the morning, when Zhou Hui woke up, he found that the other side of the bed was cold and bulging, maybe he slept on the other side after he came back from the bathroom last night.

He brushed his messy hair to the living room, and there was still a sumptuous breakfast on the table.

In the kitchen, there was a man with his back to the living room fiddling with something.

Zhou Hui sat down, tearing bread and putting it in his mouth, while sniffing the aroma in the air. Apart from the food, there seemed to be other aromas wafting, with a sweet taste.

He had just finished eating a slice of bread when a bowl was placed firmly in front of him.

It is lotus seed soup.

The strange thing is not the lotus seed soup, but this is the first time dessert has appeared on the breakfast table.For some unknown reason, Gao Yuanxia never allowed sweets other than milk for breakfast, and he didn't even put cheese on the slices of bread.Zhou Hui stared suspiciously at the dessert in front of him, but he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that Gao Yuanxia would make him spit it out after eating it.

"What? Didn't you like to eat some sweets in the morning, and you said that you would feel better all day after eating?" Gao Yuanxia sat opposite Zhou Hui and asked.

Zhou Hui finally picked up the spoon and put a spoonful into his mouth. It tasted so familiar, he raised his head and asked, "How do you know I like this?"

Gao Yuanxia was stunned for a moment before saying, "There are lotus seeds in the kitchen."

Zhou Hui couldn't remember when he bought this thing, maybe it was stored by Song Nuan when he was alive, and he just brought it with him when he moved.After eating, there were some important things to do, so he didn't think about it.

Today is bright and cloudless, and it is the most popular time.

When he arrived at the Song family, he found that the place hadn't been sold or occupied by any distant relative of the Song family. Everything was similar to the day when they sent Mrs. Song's body away.The old lady was the last owner of the house, and she died without warning, so the house no longer belonged to her.

Zhou Hui entered the room easily, and the furniture inside was covered with a thin layer of dust.

He stood in the middle of the living room, looking at everything he was familiar with.

I still remember that when he first came here as a guest, he hesitated for a long time in front of the house.The little him looked up and stared at the horribly big house in front of him with shrunken eyes. Isn't it true that King Kong lives in this house?

When Song Nuan left school the day before, she repeatedly pestered him to come to her house to do homework with her on weekends. Although his mother always told him not to go to other people's houses as a guest, it was always difficult to refuse a girl's soft request. Scalp agreed.

He rang the doorbell cautiously, quickly withdrew his hand when the doorbell rang, and tightly grabbed the strap of his schoolbag.

The person who opened the door was an unknown elder brother. He was tall, with a fair and beautiful face but no expression at all. His eyes were coldly staring at himself who had suddenly visited in front of him. Zhou Hui staggered in fright and took several steps back. Then he stood still and asked timidly, "Brother, brother, brother, I'm here to find Song Nuan."

The person at the door didn't speak, but turned away slightly, signaling Zhou Hui to enter the room.

Zhou Hui didn't dare to look into the man's cold eyes, and ran over with his head down.

Entering Song's house, the young Zhou Hui was stunned by the magnificent decoration inside and was speechless for a long time.Song Nuan was not at home at all, and there was no one else in the huge living room. He glanced back at the person who was standing at the door staring at him, hesitating whether he should leave quickly.

The man never spoke, not sure if he was dumb.He has come here, if he left rashly, Song Song Nuan would be angry again if he knew about it, he thought for a while and then mustered up the courage to walk up to the expressionless person, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, where is Song Nuan?"

The man raised his arm and pointed to a room on the second floor. Zhou Hui quickly understood what he meant this time, thanked him and ran upstairs quickly.

Song Nuan was indeed in this room. Zhou Hui, who was still in shock, entered the room and sat cross-legged on Song Nuan's cartoon bed, thinking of the scary person just now, and frowned and asked, "Who was the person who opened the door for me just now? It's so scary." .”

Song Nuan lay on the bed drawing, and replied nonchalantly: "It's my brother, isn't he good-looking? He is amazing, only two years older than me, but several grades older than me! He can do everything !"

Zhou Hui bit his pen: "Can he talk?"

Song Nuan stared at him strangely: "Of course my brother can talk, he just doesn't like talking to strangers."

"Oh~~"

No wonder that man looked at him so horribly, coldly, as if he wanted to eat people.

At noon, when Song Han knocked on the door of Song Nuan's room with a snack, Zhou Hui was so frightened that he hid in bed like a quail again, causing Song Nuan to laugh at him for a long time.

He knew that his behavior was very impolite, so when he left, he ran to the end of the living room and gave Song Han, who was playing the cello, an apple from his schoolbag. It was originally ordered by his mother to bring Song Nuan, but After entering Song's house, he realized how shabby his gift was, so he didn't take it out.He had nothing else to give then but this.

"Brother, this is an apple from my family. Goodbye!"

After Zhou Hui finished speaking, he ran away quickly.Song Han supported the cello with one hand, and the apple still slightly warm in the other, staring blankly at the closed door.

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