love marks

Chapter 67, Secrets of Mind.

When I dragged my tired body and opened the door with the key, my mother had already heard the sound and came out of the house. When she saw me, she asked, "Didn't you come back yesterday? Why didn't you come back so early this morning?"

The elder brother also came out of the room, his worried expression slightly eased, "You're back."

I closed the door and took off my shoes, unable to respond to them, and went straight to my room, "I'm sleepy now, I need to sleep, don't disturb me."

"You didn't have breakfast?"

There was a knock at the door, and my mother's voice was shut out.

I was no longer in the mood to wash up, so I closed the curtains, took off my clothes, and then threw myself on the bed and wrapped myself in the quilt.

"Girl, I really like you, promise me that you will never leave me." Feng Ji's voice rang clearly in his ears.

"It's too early to say that now," I can't guarantee, "who knows what will happen in the future."

"No matter what happens in the future, you can't leave me," he didn't care about that, "If you dare to leave me, I will break your legs so that you can't leave."

I sweated coldly: "You really have the heart?"

"I can't bear it, but I'm really afraid that you will leave me." He fiddled with the red bean bracelet on my wrist, his tone soft and helpless, "Do you know that red beans represent lovesickness?"

"I know." I replied.

"Why did Fu Yu give you red beans?" He was a little dissatisfied, "Isn't it a curse if you don't want to love?"

"You think too much." I blushed, and then thought of Fu Yu's cautiousness, and his tone was unclear, "Before, Fu Yu was also uneasy, unlike now, I don't know if it was influenced by you, and I also felt that if I like it, we must be together. "

"Why not together," he puzzled, "Don't you think so?"

"It's all idealized," I said. "In life, not everything is as it should be, and neither is love..."

"It's because they worry too much," he denied. "If you like it, you can be together, and you can get what you want. There are so many worries, and they are moaning, and they are not happy at all."

"If only it were as simple as you think." I was also a little melancholy.

Feng Jie wrapped his quilt around me suddenly, his eyes were dark for a while, only his warmth and lingering, "I don't care what others do, I just know that we want to be together, no one can try to separate us."

"Has anyone ever betrayed you?" I asked disappointedly, "Or have you thought about killing someone?"

The movement of the person on the body froze, and it took a while before he replied, "Who did you listen to?"

"You said it yourself," I replied, "you were drunk before, so you don't know if it was drunk or in your sleep."

The strength on the shoulders increased, "Is that why you stayed tonight to ask this?"

"I'm not that boring. You asked me to stay. My wrist still hurts."

His shoulders loosened, and he stood up abruptly, bringing a cool breeze around him.

"Go back."

When I was half asleep and half awake, I heard my mobile phone ringing, and I didn't bother to answer it, it kept ringing, tirelessly.

It can't be exhausted.

I sat up abruptly, grabbed my phone immediately, "Hello!"

"It's me, Fu Zhe," Fu Zhe's voice came from over there. I was slightly disappointed, and calmed down and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"I just wanted to ask if you got home." He seemed to be outside, and his voice was a little unclear.

I looked at the time and replied, "You just got home, and you called just to see if I'm home?"

"Ah...did you sleep well last night," he said again, "when I woke up in the middle of the night, it seemed that you were still awake."

No matter how he heard his tone, he was a little "invoking the teacher to ask the crime".

"Well, I spent a whole night of tossing around last night, I'm very sleepy now," my answer was also ambiguous and unusual, "I'll hang up first if it's okay."

"Well," he said again, "is your brother at home?"

So this is his ultimate goal, I knew he was a drunkard who didn't want to drink.

"At dinner, you can find him later."

He seemed to sigh, "He...he didn't answer my call."

"This is your business, I can't get involved." I lay down again, "Hang up."

"I interrupted your rest." He apologized a little, and after a while, a busy voice came from the other end.

I put down my phone and slumped back into bed.

This sleep went straight into the afternoon, until my mother knocked on the door outside for a long time, "It's almost done, it will be dark in a while, I don't eat breakfast, I have to eat dinner, get up quickly."

Probably because of a sudden onset, a little dizziness, and a little pain in the knee. I don’t know if it’s because of the strength or the temperature. Since the sports meeting, the knee of the left leg and the calf occasionally feel pain, but it’s just faint, and I don’t know why. Nerves or bones.

I rubbed my knees, opened the door and went out. The lunch was already ready. My brother was serving the meal. When he saw me coming out, he reminded me, "Go and wash your face before eating."

It's really obsessive-compulsive disorder, needless to say, I know it too.

At the dinner table, my mother looked at me from time to time, and she hesitated to speak, making me hairy.

"Ask whatever you want," I said.

She asked, "did you two go out to play yesterday?"

"Ah."

"Who else is there?"

"A few friends."

"How many men are there and how many women are there?"

"Except Fu Yu and I are all men." I replied.

Mom just glanced at my brother, quite a warning.

"Is Fu Yu's brother there?" Mom continued to ask.

"exist."

"What have you been playing together?"

"Play ball, eat, sing."

"Did you drink?"

"I didn't drink."

She breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "You and Fu Yu's brother, where are you now? You haven't done anything excessive."

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my mouth, and I couldn't help snorting.

"What's wrong?" Mom asked.

"I've bitten the flesh." As I said that, I subconsciously licked the innocent and suffering mouth with my tongue, and glanced at my brother, his expression was the same.

"I seem to be a little fatter recently," my mother looked at me carefully, a little relieved, "It's good to be fatter, it looks pleasing to the eye, and the hair has grown long, don't cut it this time, keep it long and tie it Well, it has to look like a girl."

"I've had short hair for so many years, I'm used to it, it's weird to grow it." I didn't care.

"Habits can be changed," my mother put a peanut into her mouth, "You used to have short hair like a tomboy, but now that you have long hair, you look much better."

"It's not pleasing to the eye now, didn't you like my short hair before?" I replied casually.

"That was before, when you were young, you looked energetic with short hair, and you weren't bullied. Now that you've grown up and still look like this, it's hard to find a partner in the future." She spoke plausibly.

"I'm only nineteen, and it's still too early to get married." I picked up the food and didn't look at her.

"Time flies, it's gone in a flash," my mother felt a little emotional, "I thought you were still in elementary school at that time, but you will become adults in a blink of an eye, and you have your own ideas..."

"Mom, you are not old yet, and the tone of your words is so hurtful." The elder brother couldn't help but answer.

"You two are grown up, you don't tell me anything anymore," she said with a bit of sentimentality, "It's not like when you were young, you had to tell me everything, and let me make up your mind for you...that is When did you start and didn’t tell me if you got into trouble outside, and now you talk even less.”

"Too much talk is bound to be lost." I took the opportunity to reply.

"What do you mean by that?" She didn't understand, "You're still hiding it from Mom?"

"It's not hiding it, it's unnecessary to say it."

The old man coughed lightly at this moment, signaling me not to say more.

I just kept silent.

"What's the matter?" My mother was a little unhappy when she saw this, she put down her chopsticks and looked at me and my brother, "I have nothing to say to you? I don't even ask, you guys have some secrets."

"We don't have any secrets." The elder brother denied.

"Then what do you mean by coughing there?" Mom looked at me, thought of something and then changed the subject, "Oh, I haven't asked you where you spent the night yesterday, is it school?"

In the end it turned back.

"No." Although my brother kept winking there, I told the truth, "I spent the night at Fu Yu's."

"Fu Yuna..." She just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief before realizing, "Xiao Ming said that Fu Yu and his brother live together, and she lives at her uncle's house, right?"

"Ah."

"Is your lord there?" She asked again.

"You ask too much." I was a little annoyed, "Fu Zhe and I are not in a boyfriend-boyfriend relationship, so he won't do anything to me."

She was dubious, "It's hard to say, this kind of thing is accurate, you said you lived at his house in the middle of the night..."

I was displeased, "What do you think of him, besides, all the adults are here, and I'm with Fu Yu."

"I'm not doubting his character, it's just that this kind of thing is out of instinct. If he means that to you... I'm doing it for your own good."

"You really think too much." I put down the bowl and chopsticks and glanced at my brother, he still had the same expression.

"I'm full, you guys eat slowly." I got up and walked to my brother's room, "Lend me the sandbag."

"You child, don't let me finish my sentence..."

The door closed with a bang.

After a long while, the elder brother's voice came from outside the door, "Songzi, your phone is ringing."

I glanced at the clock on the wall, but there was no response.

After a while, he opened the door and came in with my mobile phone in his hand, "I'm in your room, answer it quickly."

I glanced to see, but I didn't answer, "Fu Zhe is calling."

He was a little taken aback, "Why is he calling you?"

"Maybe I was looking for you." I continued to punch him and ignored him, but he hesitated for a while before going out to pick it up.

Mom is right, don't say that we don't talk to her about things, even if my brother and I have such a good relationship, we still have private space.

Honesty is never required.

After punching for a while, I was a little tired, so I sat down to rest. On the desk were some small items of my brother. I noticed a purple pen holder. If I guessed correctly, it belonged to couples;

I turned my eyes away, then glanced elsewhere, and found that there were still many hidden couple models.

It seems that I really don't care much about his private life.

After a while, my brother came back, and I took the mobile phone in his hand and got up, "I feel much more comfortable after punching for a while, and I'm going back to the house."

"Last night," he said, "nothing happened, did it?"

He was referring to the exhaustion.

I looked at him for a while, maybe Fu Zhe had something to say to him.

"No."

He didn't ask any more questions.

Fu Yu and I chatted on the Internet, seeing my pine nut's profile picture echoing her squirrel's profile picture, I couldn't tell what I felt.

She asked, "Did I drink too much yesterday? I woke up this morning with a sore head."

I replied, "Yes, Feng Ji's masterpiece."

She, "Then why does he drink so much?"

Me, "I'm in a bad mood."

"Why are you in a bad mood?"

After a while, she sent another sentence, "Did you quarrel?"

"No, it's just that he has a sensitive mind." When it comes to sensitive minds, how do you know that he is not the same as Fu Yu.

"He's a boy and still has a sensitive mind?" It seemed that she was very happy to see Qi Chengfeng's personality.

"Do you care about him?"

"Why, are you jealous?" She made a snickering expression, "I just want to see how you get along with him."

A moment of ridicule came to my mind, "You are afraid that I will fall in love with him."

It took her a long time to reply, "Yes, but there is no other way. If you don't like him, I will be even more flustered."

"You are so conflicted." I typed out a few words and sent them, then took a sip of the milk on the bedside table.

Another long time without reply.

"What are you doing?"

She replied, "Will you like him?"

I froze for a while, and replied a few words, "I don't know."

She replied again, "Maybe you already like him."

"You said that even if I like him, don't tell you. I don't want you to be jealous;" I decided not to talk about this topic with her again. Thinking of Feng Ji's performance last night, I decided to start with her.

"Are your uncles and aunts treating you well?"

"Very good, what's the matter?"

"So did they make you do something you didn't want to do, or did they do something you liked?"

"Why do you suddenly ask such a serious question?" She wondered.

"Let's video." I said.

"not now."

"What?"

"I'm putting on a mask." She replied, "What exactly do you want to ask?"

Just as I was about to type it out, I suddenly thought of Feng Ji's evasive attitude. Obviously he didn't want to talk about it. It can be said that Feng Ji's appearance was due to Fu Yu's mental depression and stimulation. That is to say, it included Fu Yu's past. In the past, if I asked her so bluntly, would I cause her a second injury.

Thinking of this, I deleted that line and retyped it, "You said more than once before that you would move out, so I wonder if you are having trouble staying at your uncle's house."

She bared her teeth, "No, I just don't want to bother them anymore. Although they are a family, they are not immediate family members. After all, they are dependent on others. It is normal to want to move out."

I whispered, "Yes."

After a while she replied, "Did Feng Ji say something strange?"

His hands stopped in mid-air, unable to press down for a long time.

That's why Fu Yu was as thoughtful as Fu Yu, and of course she was clear about some things as the person involved.

But she didn't want to say, so did he.