strange lover

Sheng Songyang has played many roles, and most of them are those roles that make others look up to him.It's not that my elder brother has never been an elder brother. There will always be children younger than him among relatives and friends in the family, but adding the word "good" in front of "brother" immediately makes this matter much more difficult.

He thought that he would be a good brother if he gave Lou Yuanyuan all the things he thought good, so he bought him delicious food, bought him new clothes, took care of him outside, and thought about him in everything, but in the end, Lou Yuanyuan still lived. Looking back at the previous days, even he was the object of consolation in turn.

It is indeed a good way to control violence with violence, but Sheng Songyang doesn't dare to gamble anymore at the moment. Others can be fearless, but he doesn't want to experience all kinds of sour emotions from being squeezed in the heart again.As the night gradually darkened, he returned to the room, and there were long and short shadows reflected in the dim space. Sheng Songyang dug out the address book and dialed a number. The expression on his face was strangely impatient mixed with a little helplessness.

The phone was connected immediately, and a bass voice that was much calmer than him came over: "Hello? Son? What's the matter?"

"Hey, Dad... Well, it's okay, okay..." Ignoring the long series of concerns and greetings, Sheng Songyang went straight to the point, "Dad, do me a favor..."

At this time, Shen Dandan and Lou Yuanyuan had already walked downstairs in the community, and Sheng Songyang's room window happened to be able to see the two figures in front and behind.The three of them seemed to be in a hurry to eat dinner, and they even forgot to call Lou Yuanyuan to change their pajamas, but only then did Sheng Songyang find out that the pajamas he was wearing were bought for him on that app not long ago.The little man was wrapped in pink and blue polka-dot pajamas. He lowered his eyelids and looked at the scene downstairs, and told the story simply and directly.

"Dad, he's going to transfer to our school, he's a year younger than me."

"He doesn't need good grades, there are international classes in No. [-] Middle School."

"I'm worried," Sheng Songyang rubbed his eyebrows helplessly while listening to the teasing accusations on the other end of the phone, "He was beaten today, you didn't see his face, it's more exciting than a paint plate."

"Really? Then take a picture for me."

"You can go home and watch by yourself."

"Is this the attitude of you asking me to do something?"

"I……"

"Oh!—Is it my precious son?——" A clear female voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone, and the conversation between the father and son was interrupted, "Give me, give me, give me!"

"Take it easy and be careful not to bump into the table."

"Why am I not in a hurry! I am in a hurry!"

"Mom," Sheng Songyang greeted her after the world finally cleared up after a jingle, "Good evening."

Sheng Songyang's mother is a born optimist, and she hasn't suffered much since she married into the Sheng family. Many times, Sheng Songyang felt that his mother's mental age was younger than him: "Good morning, baby Yangyang."

"Mom, I'm 17 years old."

"You are still my baby at the age of 70." Mother Sheng said with a smile, "How do you get along with him?"

"I'm talking to Dad about it."

"What are you discussing? Tell me too!"

"I want him to transfer to our school so I can take care of him."

"Ok, ok, ok!" Sheng's mother responded immediately, "But isn't his original school not good?"

Sheng Songyang was struggling with how to calmly tell Sheng's mother about the campus violence incident that happened to Lou Yuanyuan. Sheng's father had already told him everything: "Your son told me that he was beaten today, and his face was slapped. Beat it into a paint tray."

"..."

"Ah—" Mother Sheng exclaimed, "Yangyang, why don't you call back?!"

The parents were more speechless than the other, and the figure downstairs had long since disappeared. Sheng Songyang stated the facts with a wooden face: "It was beaten."

"and then?!"

"Then I dare not."

Sheng's mother didn't quite understand the meaning of his words: "Why don't you dare? Yangyang, what are you afraid of?"

What if you can't beat it?I can only run.The frown between the young man's eyebrows deepened, and he sighed, as if he was ashamed to admit his incompetence: "I taught those people a lesson for him, but in the end they beat the building far away for revenge."

"Why is this—" Sheng's mother was kind-hearted, and her heart was twisted into a ball when she heard it, "It's obviously you who beat someone, and if you want to get revenge, you should beat someone."

"..." Sheng Songyang's lips twitched a few times, and for a moment he felt that what Sheng's mother said was no problem, "Yes."

"Oh, my poor little——Yangyang, please comfort him——"

"I know."

"Okay, okay, we haven't finished talking yet." Father Sheng grabbed the right to speak in time, "Son, I know, and I'll see what to do when the time comes."

"Well, as soon as possible, preferably tomorrow."

"Got it, got it! What's the rush! Why don't you let your dad do it right now?!"

"Then can you do it now?"

"I can't! Come on!"

"Okay."

After the noisy transoceanic phone call, it was completely dark, and layers of black clouds were intertwined and lingering around the sky.Shen Dandan sent him several messages asking him what he wanted to eat, Sheng Songyang stood up, and those thick black clouds swayed and shivered into his eyes.

"Buzzing", the phone vibrated twice again.

[Brother Yangyang, Brother Shan Shan said that you didn't reply to his messages, and you want me to ask you what you want to eat? 】

Sheng Songyang stared at the text messages on his mobile phone for a long time before replying to him: 【It's okay. 】

The other side replied quickly: [He said... everything is okay, does it mean that he even eats poop...? 】

Sheng Songyang didn't fall into this childish trap: 【What do you want to eat? 】

【I have nothing to eat...】

[You can do it too? 】

【Um……】

[Then let's eat poop together. 】

After the text message was sent, Sheng Songyang suddenly felt a little stunned. He had been assimilated by him to be as naive as him after staying far away from Lou for a few days.When Lou Yuanyuan saw Sheng Songyang's reply, he was also taken aback. Shen Dandan came over and laughed very loudly: "What's wrong with him?! His brain was caught by the door?!"

Lou Yuan hesitated for a while, but couldn't figure out what Sheng Songyang was thinking: "I don't know either..."

"Go back to him quickly—if you want to eat poop, eat it by yourself!"

"Oh..." Although he said it with his mouth, it was a different style when he got it in his hand. Lou Yuanyuan bowed his head and typed on the keyboard, and a text message was sent out quickly.

【it is good. 】

Some unspeakable emotions can be accurately conveyed to the other party through the medium of words. When Sheng Songyang received this text message with Lou Yuanyuan's personal style, he happened to walk to the gate of the community.The dark sky above his head was illuminated by the street lamps on both sides of the road. The boy walked by these street lamps, and these orange halos could easily spy on those obvious feelings.

【Fool. 】