Child's play

Song Zhao saw through the window that Cripple Wang came in after smoking. He was a little afraid that Song Chang would conflict with those people. He was the one talking and laughing with those people a few days ago, and Song Chang was on the sidelines. Ignore it, after much deliberation, I got ready to call Song Chang back.As soon as he got up, someone knocked on the door over there.

Song Zhao straightened his back and sat stiffly, waiting for the person outside the door to speak.

"Song Zhao." Not surprisingly, it was indeed Song Chang.

The relationship between the two is different now, and it's embarrassing to think about it. After Song Chang called his name, he didn't dare to fart, and he didn't know if he was still outside the door.

Finally, thinking about brotherhood, Song Zhao got up and went to open the door. He and Song Chang looked at each other in the dark, then turned away and said, "Go in and sleep, I'll go out."

Song Chang grabbed his hand, and when he tried to raise it, he was held down even harder.Over there, Lame Wang's people looked over, and he didn't want to let them see the joke of brother discord again.He was dragged back by Song Chang silently.

Once the door was closed, Song Zhao didn't lift his head, and said, "You sleep on the bed, and I sleep on the floor."

The blood flowed back immediately, and Song Chang's hand holding Song Zhao became stronger. He pushed him onto the bed and said, "That's not what I meant."

"Oh." Song Zhao looked at him expressionlessly, "You have thought that way before."

Anyway, whatever you say is wrong, and you can't say anything about him, Song Chang touched his nose and shut up.But Song Zhao was pressed firmly with both hands, as if he was going to nail him to the bed, and then he walked towards the door again.

A cold voice came from behind, "Go out and try."

Song Chang turned his head and saw that Song Zhao had naturally found the most comfortable position to lie down, and looked at him unreasonably.He immediately stood there.

Song Zhao asked him, "Brother, are you afraid of me?"

His eyes were sunken in the bed, and he looked pitiful at first glance, and he wanted to be touched.Song Chang wanted to say that I didn't, but he lacked confidence.I picked up a few old and moldy clothes from the cabinet and put them on the floor.

In the dark, I heard Song Zhao laughing and saying that he can teach a child.He still remained calm and did not speak, feeling a little pain in the apex of his heart. They were clearly brothers whose blood was thicker than water, but they became like this accidentally.So he cried in a dull voice.

Tsk, the glass heart of a rough guy.

Song Chang tossed and turned until midnight, his whole body was in unspeakable heartache, as if he had lost something precious, and that precious thing was snoring on the bed.The moonlight shone on Song Zhao's white face, which strangely overlapped with his childhood.

Sleeping or not, drooling, and loves to rub against people.

The hurtful things he said before are also endlessly replayed in his mind. He said that Song Zhao likes men to be disgusting, and Song Zhao said that he is even more disgusting with his stepmother... The power of words is so powerful, often in order to kill a blow, you can say Words against your will.

Since then, they have been bored with each other.

Song Zhao suddenly opened his eyes.This is so embarrassing, I was caught lying on the bedside with my buttocks up and peeking at him, Song Chang coughed and lay back.

Song Zhao might still be confused, so he called out, "Song Chang?"

Then he got out of bed and stepped on his leg.

"Hey!" Song Chang bared in pain, feeling bad all over.

Song Zhao turned on the light in the dark, looked down at Song Chang, and asked, "What are you doing by my bed?"

Song Chang turned his back to him, and said uncomfortably, "I want to talk to you."

Song Zhao asked: "What are you talking about? If you want to apologize, you don't have to."

Song Chang's heart suddenly felt cold.The heart is cool and the heart is flying.His fists were itchy, so he clenched his fists and said, "Since you don't like women, I'll marry her, as long as you're good."

It sounded too great, Song Zhao was taken aback for a while, and replied after a long time: "Oh."

Song Chang turned around in disbelief and repeated, "Oh?"

Song Zhao turned off the lights again, laughed wildly in the dark night, and said after laughing, "That's right."

Even though Song Chang had the dedication spirit of sacrificing himself and serving others without asking for anything in return, he was completely extinguished by Song Zhao's reaction. When he closed his eyes, there were protruding mouths, yellow teeth, and long-haired moles... How to write the word grievance, It was only today that he understood. He stretched his muscles and bones in silence, and wanted to warm his heart by the way.

Until Song Zhao put on a show and said, "Actually, at that point, it's because I don't like women that it doesn't matter whether I marry or not. Of course I marry."

Is blood thicker than water?Oh yes, blood is thicker than water.

The green grass, the brotherly heart.

Just like when Song Zhao was worried that Song Chang would not eat, he packed his lunch box from school and rushed home at noon. At this time, the pile of Grandpa Mao on the table was blown all over the place by the wind, and one of them was sticking to Song Chang's face, wet Draw two circles, exactly at the eye sockets.Seeing Song Chang move his arm, Song Zhao didn't make any movement.

Song Chang took off the face of Grandpa Mao and tossed it away, then picked one from the ground and pasted it on his face, his eyes were as red as a rabbit.According to what he once boasted, when his mother was still alive, his father loved him very much, and his mother loved him even more.That's why I have expectations for my own father at this moment.

And Song Zhao can't be called jealous. He is in the sixth grade, on the dividing line between innocence and maturity. On the one hand, he likes to eat candy, on the other hand, he has more important things besides candy.So the composition "My Dad" requested by the teacher was written with reference to Song Chang——

My father likes to fight. Some people say that we are motherless children. He rushed up with his sleeves up, beat him up and cried, and finally pulled me and said: "He has no dick." Then he himself I will cry softly when I go back.

chicken.Ba was heavily circled by the Chinese teacher with a red pen, and his composition scores were unsatisfactory.

Song Zhao recalled now and knew what that thing (person) was, he didn't say it was because of being arrogant.

The smell of the lunch box exposed Song Zhao's position. Song Chang didn't know which photo of Grandpa Mao he took off his face. He looked at him carefully with his chin hooked, and asked a very sentimental and profound question, "Brother, Will you be nice to me and then stop being nice to me?"

Song Zhao turned around and went to the kitchen to get the chopsticks, put them on the table, thought about it, and said, "No."

Seeing that Song Chang started to gobble it up, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up Grandpa Mao, and packed it up carefully.Take the tissue and put it on the bed.

I won't be bad to you, but I will hurt you too.