Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

Song Yinzhi was sitting on the edge of Feng Chen's bed with his head supported, drowsy.

All of a sudden, a white light outside the window rendered the inside of the house like daylight.

Immediately after, came the muffled thunder that gradually sounded, rumbling.

In an instant, Song Yinzhi lost all sleepiness, woke up with a start, and subconsciously looked at Feng Chen on the bed.

The little guy's hand trembled in his own, and then his eyelids slowly opened a crack.

"Brother?" The ethereal voice echoed in the empty ward.

Song Yinzhi hurried up to observe his expression, and saw that Feng Chen was frowning, trying to raise his neck, as if he wanted to sit up.

"Good baby, lie down, but don't be afraid of thunder." Song Yinzhi gently patted his belly and comforted him softly.

Feng Chen stared at Song Yinzhi motionlessly with his dark eyes, and lightly stroked Song Yinzhi's palm with his slender fingers, touching it little by little, without leaving any traces, hooking his fingertips, and rubbing his palm. Fingers crossed. Go in, and cross your fingers.

Song Yinzhi seemed to have sensed his subtle actions, and smiled: "Xiao Yudian, go to sleep obediently, brother is here."

Maybe it's because he's been tossing and tossing for a long time during the day. At this moment, baby Feng Chen is completely unable to fight sleepiness. His upper and lower eyelids are closed like glue, but soon he has to force sleepiness to open his eyes to see if Song Yinzhi is still with him. with him.

The sound of rain outside the window gradually sounded, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the glass window, making a crackling sound like firecrackers.

Song Yinzhi looked at the rain outside the window in a daze, he always felt that he had forgotten something.

There is a strange point in his heart that keeps hooking him, disturbing him, what is it...

Thinking about it, he subconsciously looked at the dark ward——

Suddenly, he stood up abruptly, his pupils dilated violently——

Where is Little Snowball? !

"Brother?" As if woken up suddenly by Song Yinzhi, Feng Chen on the hospital bed also sat up and looked at Song Yinzhi.

"Little Xueqiu?" Song Yinzhi called tentatively.

The quiet ward was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

But there was no response from Little Snowball.

After I finished talking with him just now, I was dazzled by anger, and I didn't even look carefully to see if he followed into the ward.

And in the middle, he never left, and the door was never opened. So, since just now, Little Xueqiu hasn't come in again?

The sudden blow of a stick hit Song Yinzhi all over the place. His head was buzzing, and his heart was beating so fast like this time before, so much so that he was a little overloaded.

He didn't care about 21, he just ran out.

"Brother...don't go, I'm afraid of the rain." Feng Chen's baby voice had a hint of crying.

He tried his best to lean over his small body, half of his body was already hanging outside the bed, he stretched out his small hand, trying hard to grab Song Yinzhi's hand.

As soon as Song Yinzhi reached the door, he backed away, carried Feng Chen back to the bed, and covered him with a quilt: "I'll go out to find your brother, you lie here obediently, I'll be back soon."

"No, brother, don't...Are you going to drop raindrops?" Feng Chen said, crystal clear teardrops were already trembling in his eyes.

"My brother didn't want to abandon you, it's just..." Song Yinzhi didn't know how to explain it.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, he tried his best to break free from Xiao Yudian's hand, didn't dare to look back, opened the door and rushed out as if fleeing.

Just as soon as he went out, riding the dim light, he saw a young figure in the corner of the wall.

The window behind him reveals the violent storm outside, like a monster in the dark with its bloody mouth wide open, and that young figure squatted under the window with his small schoolbag in his arms, shrunk into a small ball, and heard the sound , and then raised his head, and looked this way with that kind of confused gaze.

"Little...Little Xueqiu." Song Yinzhi called softly.

He slowly walked towards the little ball, and when he got closer, he could clearly see the wet tears on Xiaodouding's face and... the wet cuffs.

The nose is sour, and so are the eyes.

Song Yinzhi's current mood is very complicated. On the one hand, he is disappointed and even fearful that he will be able to kill his own brother next time at such a young age; on the other hand, he looks so pitiful. There was a bit of cool air infiltrating, the wind and rain were blowing in front of the window, and the temperature was extremely low.

As for little Xueqiu, I don't know how long he has been in this kind of weather.

Song Yinzhi never believed in the saying that "Three-year-olds see big things". He believed that as long as he was given the right guidance, most people who made mistakes would seriously correct them.

What's more, Little Xueqiu is not a natural anti-social personality, he really just has a flawed personality, but he has also shown deep love and dependence on himself countless times. When facing those wolf-like adults, he He also dares to stand up bravely to fight injustice for himself, and is willing to share his favorite food. Although he is a dude, as long as he educates him carefully, he will definitely do what he says.

Song Yinzhi squatted down slowly, and stretched out his hand to Xiao Xueqiu.

Little Xueqiu raised her head suddenly, tentatively, little by little, stretched out her little face, and gently pressed it against Song Yinzhi's palm.

His face was very cold, with a hint of humidity from the rain, against Song Yinzhi's hot palm.

This move directly broke through the last line of defense in Song Yinzhi's heart.

Even though he said harsh words to him and had a bad attitude, he still relied on himself as before.

"Little Xueqiu, why don't you go in." Song Yinzhi said, holding his cold little hand with the other hand, rubbing it carefully, trying to transfer his own warmth to him.

Little Xueqiu sniffed and said hoarsely, "Because, brother...is angry."

Song Yinzhi smiled helplessly: "Brother was a little angry at the time, and his tone was not good, so I apologize to you, I'm sorry, I didn't take your feelings into account... But, there are some mistakes, and you really can't make them, because maybe, no one will correct you opportunity, understand?"

There are many adults who, when confronted with their children's mistakes, lose their temper, raise their voices, and speak harshly.

I don't know, what were these children who were yelled at when they made mistakes, what were they thinking?

"Brother, Xueqiu... didn't push him." Little Xueqiu's voice became smaller and smaller, and the last word had already turned into a cry.

Song Yinzhi froze for a moment, and inadvertently increased the strength of holding the baby's hand.

"You didn't push him? Really?"

Little Snowball nodded aggrievedly:

"Last time, he didn't push...he fell down by himself."

As she said that, Little Xueqiu's tears rolled down her eyes, hitting the back of Song Yinzhi's hand.

"Then why do you say that you pushed your brother down?"

"Because... my brother doesn't believe in Little Xueqiu." As Little Xueqiu said, she hugged Song Yinzhi's arms against his tearful little face.

It was only then that Song Yinzhi suddenly realized that the reason why Xiao Xueqiu was so rebellious, even taking the blame at the expense of being scolded, was only because he asked him at that time, "Did you push my brother down?" would doubt him.

And this suspicion, like a thorn, stuck in Little Xueqiu's heart.

But he refused to explain to himself one more sentence, maybe because he felt that even if he explained himself, he would only think that he was lying.

"Little Xueqiu, I'm sorry, this time it's all my brother's fault." Song Yinzhi hugged him distressedly, and kept rubbing his hair, "You are such a sensible child, how could my brother doubt you?"

"Brother, it hurts, it hurts." Little Xueqiu lay on Song Yinzhi's shoulder, and suddenly said something like this without beginning or end.

Hearing this, Song Yinzhi became anxious, quickly put him on the ground, and carefully checked his body: "Where does it hurt, did you accidentally knock it?"

Little Xueqiu looked at him for a while, shook his head, then raised his little finger and pointed to his left chest:

"It hurts here."

****

In the quiet ward, a lamp by the bed revealed a dim tiredness.

Song Yinzhi was sitting on the sofa with Xiao Xueqiu in his arms, shaking his body lightly, like a comforting coax.

"Snowball, is it still cold now?" Song Yinzhi asked in a low voice, from time to time he would look up at Feng Chen who had already fallen asleep on the bed, for fear that he would wake him up again.

Little Xueqiu nestled in Song Yinzhi's arms, bit her little hand, and shook her head lightly.

At this time, the phone vibrated twice, Song Yinzhi took it out and saw that it was a call from the delivery man.

He gently put the little snowball on the sofa, covered him with a thick woolen blanket, smoothed the hair on his forehead, and said, "Snowball, be good here, brother, go get your dinner, Be back soon."

Little Xueqiu nodded obediently, then watched Song Yinzhi walk out of the ward.

In the quiet room, only subtle and steady breathing could be heard.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and all sounds were blocked out by the glass.

Little Xueqiu raised his eyes and slowly looked towards the hospital bed——

Facing a pair of light brown eyes.

The eyes of the two brothers met, and there were indescribable emotions in their eyes.

"How long are you going to pretend." It was Little Snowball who broke the awkward silence first.

No, strictly speaking, it should be Feng Qi.

Hearing the voice, Feng Chen sat up slowly, with a gentle smile on his face: "Brother, what are you talking about, what am I pretending to be? Why, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Looking at him like this, Feng Qi unconsciously revealed a trace of disgust.

Listening to this aggrieved tone, it seems that sitting there is a peerless white lotus emitting a holy white light, and there are two large green tea leaves under it.

If we can divide the varieties, his cute little brother Feng Chen must be the excellent Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao.

"It was you who took the initiative to report to the Demon Realm Management Bureau to come to the world to find your 'secret'." Feng Qi didn't want to waste much time with him, so he went straight to the point.

"Brother." Feng Chen sighed helplessly, "I was also sent here after being notified by the administration."

Then, he said again: "I know you don't like me very much all the time, but even so, you can't doubt me about everything."

Feng Qi felt that his words were not rigorous enough.

It's not that I don't like him too much.

I don't like it very much.

If one wants to add a time limit to this dislike, Feng Qi estimates that it will take 1 years.

Although they were born from the same mother's womb, I have to say that genes are a very magical thing. For example, a well-behaved and sensible younger brother has been loved by everyone since birth. His father is an ancient demon king. In the future, someone needs to inherit His rule.

And the most talked about by others seems to be "The youngest son of the Demon King is more promising than the eldest son. Art, there is a pair of good skins, a vase, bah!"

The list goes on and on.

And since the announcement of "Tianji", all monsters knew that Tianji, the ignorant eldest son of the demon king, was still a ridiculous person, and for a while, he became the biggest laughing stock of the demon world.

So in the beginning, he really wanted to kill Song Yinzhi.

"You think too much, no matter what, brothers are like siblings." Feng Qi sneered, "If I really didn't like you, I would have done it in just a few days."

Feng Chen looked at him with a slight smile on his face.

But there was an imperceptible mockery in the smiling eyes.

"But it's okay, cherish your last few days as a baby, after all, you can't live in fantasy all the time." Feng Qi raised the corners of his lips and smiled perversely.

Hearing these words, Feng Chen, who was originally smiling softly, seemed to freeze a little bit on his face.