After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Question: As an elder brother who loves his "brother", what should he do when he supports his brother when he falls, or accidentally hugs him?

Master Song: According to the script, he must not be pushed away.

While Master Song was crazily hypnotizing his instincts, Song Shu also forcibly held back the idea of ​​getting out of this embrace, and decided to follow suit and continue acting like this.

When he raised his head, the haze in his eyes had already been buried in the deepest part. The peach blossom pupils with winding eyeliners contained pure worry, which made this bright face look pure, and the real self-blame intertwined on his face. , he straightened up slightly, and apologized: "Brother, I was too anxious and accidentally fell down, are you okay?"

Master Song shook his head.

According to the personality he set for himself, to slowly transform from a "scumbag" to a "good brother", at this time he must show concern: "How are you? Did you sprain your ankle? Why are you so careless? I don't want to let Brother go?"

Song Shu looked embarrassed, his face was flushed, and he said in a low voice: "My brother just came back, I want my brother to accompany me."

Heh - just came and was about to leave, what kind of trick to play hard to get?

Master Song helped him back to the bed, but he was poked at the cute spot by his pitiful appearance, and couldn't help saying in a coaxing tone: "Brother will come to accompany you later, now I have to go to see the father, you Be good, ah."

Speaking of this, Song Shu couldn't keep him anymore, so he nodded and said in a coquettish voice, "Brother, I'm thirsty."

Master Song followed Shan Ruliu and let go of the hand holding his arm: "Sit down, and I'll pour you water."

The two film kings were so concerned on the surface that they were extremely puzzled in their hearts. Their eyes crossed for a moment, and then they turned to other directions in unison. The tenderness on Master Song's face fell. Song Shu watched him turn around pitifully, staring at the eyes of his back It was soaked in a biting coldness.

Both of them thought at the same time:

What is he trying to do?

Master Song went to the table and poured water. Seeing him walking back again, Song Shu quietly reached out and took out the dagger that had just been stuffed under the pillow, and put it on his back calmly.

He didn't believe it anymore, Master Song really changed his temper all of a sudden, he showed great hospitality to him before, but now he suddenly has no desires, just now he accidentally threw himself into his arms, but he didn't react at all.

Then what is he doing here?Wasn't it for brainwashing him?

this glass of water...

Master Song handed over the porcelain cup in his hand, noticed Song Shu's slightly tight jawline, raised his eyes, met his eyes, and saw that he smiled obediently, took the water cup without any flaws, lowered his head as if he was about to After drinking it in one gulp, Master Song suddenly raised his hand and overturned the cup to the ground.

Song Shu didn't react, his face was stunned, but the hand holding the cup was suddenly empty, subconsciously trembled by the inertia, his light white fingertips were still stained with water, and he was at a loss under Song Master's dark scrutiny. Said: "...Brother?"

Zhang Wu copied the broom next to the door, squatted at the door and waited for the reminder of "throwing a cup for a sign" from inside, waiting so that people were almost withered, and suddenly heard a crisp sound of "bang dang", and immediately trembled, suddenly He got up, kicked open the door, raised the broom in his hand aggressively, and blurted out: "Young master! How are you? Are you okay?! What did the eldest son do?! The little one is here to save you... .”

With the last word, his volume has dropped by dozens of degrees.

Master Song was standing by the bed, dressed in a simple black robe, he was tall and tall, with a restrained and deep demeanor, and the sharpness between his eyebrows and eyes were sharp. He was taking out a veil with a white background and wanted to pass it to Song Shu. Hearing the sound of kicking the door, he turned his head and looked over here, his eyes poking straight at Zhang Wu's body.

And Zhang Wu thought that the second son who was being bullied happened to be sitting on the side of the bed in his spare time. Although he was not far away from Master Song, he was definitely not close. It doesn't look like it has legs.

Chapter [-]: "...?" What about throwing a cup as a sign?

Master Song handed the handkerchief to Song Shu, but did not take his eyes off Zhang Wu: "What did you just say?"

What do you mean to save his son?

He also asked Song Shu what he did?

Although Zhang Wu is loyal, he is also clever. He will never break into the room without permission, and he will never have the courage to yell, unless...

Unless Song Shu had ordered him to break in suddenly at a certain time.

Zhang Wu put down the broom, caught a glimpse of his master's gaze, then glanced at the fragments of porcelain on the ground, and stammered, "No...it's nothing, I heard something, and thought something happened to you, Master." What's the matter, I was in a hurry...it's a little stupid, I interrupted you, son, continue."

He smiled and didn't dare to listen to the answer, bowed his body and took several steps back, dragging the broom and closing the door quickly again in a very sensible manner.

Master Song: "..."

Song Shu turned his head to see Master Song's scrutinizing gaze, and asked slowly, "Why did brother break my cup?"

When he said this, his voice was slow and soft, it didn't look like he was asking questions, but just pure doubts, and he was not guilty, at least Master Song couldn't see any flaws in him.

If Zhang Wu didn't break in suddenly, judging from his performance in the carriage up to now, Master Song might really let go of his suspicions, thinking that he was the naive little white flower who hadn't turned black yet, but unfortunately Yes, Zhang Wu's mind didn't turn around for a while, his lies had too many loopholes, after a little thought, Master Song could see many things.

Master Song stared at the white and innocent face in front of him, and put a label of "high risk" on the back of the name "Song Shu" in his heart.

The suspicion that had already dropped to 20.00% went straight back to 60.00%.

The remaining 40.00% is not sure, because Song Shu's performance is simply impeccable.

If it is confirmed that this person is really a darkened core, with his acting skills, Master Song thinks that if he is invited to shoot his own movie in Hyundai, he will definitely be able to win the Oscar winner in one fell swoop.

Master Song's heart was running at high speed. Facing Song Shu's pure and blank expression, his scalp was numb, but his expression was always calm and gentle: "I'm afraid it's too hot. I wanted you to be careful and drink slowly. Just knocked over the cup...it didn't burn you, did it?"

He originally planned to pretend to poison the water cup to see if Song Shu would show some hesitation or vigilance--Song Shu, who has not yet been blackened, trusts Master Song wholeheartedly, drinking water will not doubt it, and being knocked over the teacup is a matter of course You will be stunned, but you will definitely not suspect that Master Song temporarily repented and deliberately knocked over after poisoning.

As long as Song Shu showed a little hesitation, he lost.

But Song Shu is normal from beginning to end.

If this is pretending, and if he can understand all of Master Song's temptations and successfully resolve them, then Master Song really admires his growth speed.

It turned out that Song Shu was already very smart, but he lost in his trust in Master Song wholeheartedly.

Song Shu shook his head, smiled lightly, and wiped his fingers with the handkerchief he handed over: "The water is not hot, it's just right."

Master Song nodded: "I'll ask someone to tidy up for you, refill a glass of water, take a good rest after drinking the medicine, and go back to sleep if you feel uncomfortable."

"Okay." Song Shu responded obediently, and called again, "Brother, wait."

Master Song had a headache.

He just turned around, adjusted his facial expression so that he would not be tired, and asked with a soft smile like water, "Huh? Is there anything else for Xiaoshu?"

Song Shu's gaze swept across the puddle of water on the ground. There was still heat steaming from the wet marks on the ground, but he didn't see any other difference: "The water we drank in the post station is problematic. Brother, do you know who did it?"

He stared at Master Song seriously with his clear eyes, pulled the quilt to his thin waist, and the white single clothes spread out a little, making him look a bit weak and beautiful, pure and harmless, those pure eyes made people's heart tremble itch.

Master Song looked away and said, "I will send someone to investigate this matter, so don't think too much about it."

Master Song opened the door, and Zhang Wu, who was guarding the door, took a sudden step away, lowering his head to the ground, screaming "ignore me" and "you can't see me" all over his body, Master Song only glanced at him , a little funny: "I'll bring some water to the second son for a while, find someone to clean up the things on the ground, and remember to bring the medicine."

No matter how much you slander behind your back, you must act like a "good brother" in front of others.

Zhang Wu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, thinking that he was letting him go, but Master Song paused and said, "Xiao Wu, did you go in suddenly just now, did your son order you?"

Zhang Wu was caught off guard. He thought that even if Master Song asked, he would ask in a more subtle way. As a result, he just hit a straight ball. Zhang Wu was young and had never met Master Song, but he always had a strange fear of him. So he shrank his neck, and he didn't have much confidence in his sophistry, his eyes rolled wildly: "You...what are you talking about, the little one is just worried about the son's accident..."

Master Song put his arms around his arms and said in a low voice, "Worried about something happening to your young master? How do you know... it must be him, not me?"

Zhang Wu Nuonuo muttered: "My son is so kind, he listens to you in everything, how could something happen to you..."

Martial arts practitioners are sensitive to all five senses, Master Song heard these words verbatim, and was a little dumbfounded.

Jing Xiu was standing at the gate of the yard, when he saw him coming out, he straightened up, holding his wooden sword and looked over frequently: Master Song has stayed here long enough, it would be too negligent not to look for King Jingkang.

After roughly confirming his guess, Master Song glanced back when he walked down the steps. Every courtyard in this huge mansion stood silently just like the one behind him. The setting sun was sinking in the sky, and there were countless bustles and bustles surrounding the world outside the mansion.

This is a real world, whether it is the protagonist who spends 20 words to describe in the book or the supporting characters who have been described in two or three strokes, what is presented to him now is a vivid person.

I don't know how long I'll stay here...but since I'm here, it should be a good experience to take a trip in another life.

The door closed gently.

Song Shu looked away.

The water on the ground was already cold, and it was cold in January. There were only two stoves in his room, and the room was dry and frosty cold. In the falling night, his eyes were dull, with beast-like eyes. The raging killing intent.

When he opened his eyes again, the killing intent was buried in his eyes again, and disappeared without a trace.

Master Song is testing him.

why?

What is he trying to do?

What did he know?