Pretty idiot became a heartthrob after his death

The summer breeze blows over the green leaves of the evergreen trees, and the apricot-yellow sunlight shines on the green grass through the layers of branches. The flowers are blooming brightly.

Rong Ze took Rong Yin's hand and took him off the shuttle.Lin Fei followed behind silently, and when he was about to step into the courtyard gate, he said abruptly, "Your Majesty, let me take brother by the hand."

Rong Ze's movement of leading the people stopped for a moment, his face was extremely ugly, but he still let go and walked forward without saying a word.

"Brother..." Rong Yin's words were broken in the air, Lin Fei's cold breath came from behind him, and his slender fingers wrapped around him. This posture seemed to hold Rong Yin in his arms, and he moved uncomfortably. move.

Lin Fei stepped back half a step in a measured manner, and said softly, "Go in, brother."

The white wooden lacquered door is open, greeted by a smiling maid standing by it, the dining table in the living room is covered with a light blue checked tablecloth and a bouquet of violets in a vase of the same color , a few roses are painted on the ceramic teapot on the island platform, and the teacup is still steaming, everything looks warm and beautiful.

Rong Ze didn't know where he went, the maid didn't explain, but stood half a step away from them and led the way. The walls of the corridor were covered with various oil paintings, most of them were a woman with a calm and gentle face Take your two children to play, in the small garden full of flowers or on the beach scattered with shells.

Going further in, the daylight became dim, and the lights were also dim, and the content of the oil painting gradually changed into a girl with a bright smile, from still needing someone to help her walk to a young girl in full bloom, her long hair hanging down her waist , with a bit of natural curly hair, the goose-yellow skirt shimmered in the sun, and she looked over with crooked eyebrows.

Rong Yin's breath was unstable, and he unconsciously grabbed Lin Fei's hand with force. Lin Fei didn't look at him, but softly comforted him: "I'm here, brother."

The door of the innermost room was not closed tightly, and the painting utensils covering the entire room could be vaguely seen through the gap. The smell of ink was very strong. The maid stepped forward quickly and knocked on the door: "Madam, the princess is coming."

There was the sound of tables and chairs being pushed, and the door was pulled open. The woman's gentle voice was overjoyed: "You are finally here."

She was wearing a goose-yellow long dress, which was obviously the same style as the girl in the oil painting. From the moment the door opened, her eyes were always on Rong Yin on the right. does not exist.

The woman's warm and soft hand held Rong Yin, and the unique breath of his mother made him feel very at ease, and he couldn't help but say: "Mom, actually I..."

"--elder sister."

Lin Fei smiled slightly, took half a step forward to stand in front of Rong Yin, turned his head, his light brown eyes were like melted honey amber: "Let's go in and talk, shall we?"

Rong Yin was discouraged all of a sudden, his pale face forced a smile, and said: "Okay."

Madam Rong frowned, and looked at Lin Fei with disapproval: "Yinyin, did mother tell you not to interrupt my sister? You were like this when you were a child, why haven't you changed when you grow up?"

Lin Fei apologized obediently: "I'm sorry mom, I forgot, I promise there will be no next time."

Only then did her complexion improve, she raised her hand to caress Rong Yin's cheek, and said gratifiedly: "Mom's Shuangshuang has grown so tall, it seems that she has listened to her mother's advice and eat well." She said while pulling Rong Yin Walking into the studio, he babbled some words of advice.

The huge studio is full of portraits, some of the girls on it are smiling, and some are looking shy with their heads down.On the easel in the center is a half-finished product, vaguely showing the girl's angry appearance.

Mrs. Rong led Rong Yin around like offering a treasure: "Shuangshuang, look at how many paintings your mother has drawn for you, do you like them?"

"...I like it," Rong Yin looked down at Mrs. Rong holding his hand that turned white with force, and repeated, "I like it very much, thank you mom."

"As long as the baby likes it." Mrs. Rong cheered up, and reached out her hand to greet Lin Fei who was behind, "Yinyin, mom hasn't seen you for a long time, come here and show mom a good look."

Lin Fei said: "Didn't Mom just look at my sister? At this moment, you finally think of me?"

"How do you say this? You and my sister are both my children, there is no difference." She said reproachful words, but her emotions were visibly elevated by this slightly playful joke.

Mrs. Rong held Rong Yin with one hand and Lin Fei with the other, and said the same thing again: "Yinyin wants to protect my sister, remember?"

Rong Yin shook off Lin Fei's hand heavily, and walked quickly towards the shuttle that stopped outside the door, no matter how much he barked, he didn't look back.

"Brother!" Lin Fei called again.

Rong Yin still didn't look back.

Lin Fei's eyes flashed a gloomy look very quickly.After a while, he caught up with Rong Yin not too far away, and followed behind him, his voice seemed very wronged: "Why did my brother ignore me, wasn't he fine just now?"

"Don't follow me." Rong Yin said, "I don't want to see you now."

"No." Lin Fei caught up with him in a few steps, wrapped his slender waist from behind, put his head on Rong Yin's neck, and said pitifully, "Brother, you can scold me and beat me, don't ignore me." ah."

Rong Yin felt goosebumps all over his body, and subconsciously struggled, but was hugged even tighter by Lin Fei.

"Don't push me away, brother, please."

A drop of warm liquid slipped from the jaw and fell on Rong Yin's collarbone, and soon became more, Rong Yin pulled him away and paused.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing." Lin Fei's voice was flustered, as if he was covering up something, he quickly stood up straight, took half a step back, turned his head away, and said casually, "I'm fine, brother."

Even though he tried his best to tighten his voice, he could still hear a slight choking sound.Rong Yin was very close to him, so he caught it all at once.

Rong Yin turned around in a bit of confusion: "Why are you crying? I don't care about you."

Seeing him turn around, Lin Fei hurriedly turned around too, secretly wiped away tears with the back of her hand, and said nonchalantly, "I didn't cry, my brother was wrong."

"Oh, all right, I'm leaving."

"Hey, wait—" Lin Fei tugged on Rong Yin in a panic, his eyes were wet, and he looked like a poor puppy abandoned on a rainy day.

"Brother." Lin Fei hugged him tightly again, her voice muffled, "Brother."

Rong Yin let him hold him a little stiffly.He seldom had such close contact with Lin Fei. In fact, they seldom even had good conversations. Usually, Rong Yin sneered and ridiculed, and Lin Fei remained silent.

Unless it is the 15th of every month, they will have time to live together peacefully in the manor.

But Lin Fei seemed very abnormal today, especially after following him back to the bedroom, this abnormality became more and more obvious.

"Who is that Fu Lian? Why does he seem to know his elder brother so well?" Lin Fei let go of Rong Yin and asked him seriously.

"Fu Lian?" Rong Yin paused, then muttered in a low voice, "Why do you keep mentioning him so much recently? Is this the power of the protagonist?"

Lin Fei immediately asked: "Who else mentioned him?"

"there is no one."

"Is it my brother's friend?" Lin Fei asked reluctantly.

"No one!" Rong Yin interrupted him a little annoyed.

"That's it," Lin Fei said to himself, "I guess it's Gu Zhuo. He has returned from Edge Star."

"Does brother care about Fu Lian? Why do you want him to accompany you personally?"

Rong Yin hated others asking him about his affairs, which would make him feel very uncomfortable, so his temper immediately came up, and he said unceremoniously to Lin Fei: "Don't ask if it's okay, what's your business?"

"elder brother……"

"Yes! I just care about him, okay? Don't ask if it's annoying or not."

Lin Fei wanted to hold Rong Yin's hand and let it go, and asked softly, "Brother cares about him?"

"Why? Why should he? He deserves to stand with his brother?" Lin Fei's pupils were very large, but the color was very light. When he looked over without moving, he seemed a little creepy for no reason.

"I won't allow it," he said.

Rong Yin said inexplicably: "You are sick, I want whoever I want, what are you, and why do you care about me?" After he finished speaking, he ignored Lin Fei and walked towards the direction of the shuttle again. go.

Standing behind him, Lin Fei suddenly said, "What about me? Why can't I? Brother, why have you hated me so much all these years?"

"Actually, it's not that I don't care about it. My mother has to wear women's clothes all the time because my sister is regarded as an accidental death."

Rong Yin's footsteps stopped.

Lin Fei walked forward slowly, covering Rong Yin's clenched fist with his cold palm, and his voice was still gentle: "For so many years, my brother has always hated me, is it because my mother treats me like a brother?"

"Shut up!" Rong Yin's chest rose and fell violently, he broke away from his hand, and took a step back, "Lin Fei, stay away from me, I don't want to see you."

"I don't want it." Lin Fei said, "Why is Fu Lian closer than us? We should stand together."

"You see, mom thinks so too." He looked at Rong Yin obsessively, and said bewitchingly, "Sister, mom asked me to protect you."

Rong Yin sneered, stretched his hand towards his waist, and pulled out the long whip: "Lin Fei, I warn you not to mention this matter."

Lin Fei actually smiled slightly, his expression was joyful, and he also had some weird fanaticism: "Brother wants to hit me with this?"

"Brother is angry because of me," Lin Fei muttered to himself, "Brother looks so beautiful when he is angry, one can't help but want to—"

"Snapped!"

A bloodstain instantly appeared on Lin Fei's pale side face, and blood beads gushed out and slid down drop by drop.

Lin Fei's smile widened. He stuck out the tip of his tongue and slowly licked the blood stains on the corner of his lips. His eyes were full of abnormal infatuation: "It's sweet, and it smells like my brother."

Rong Yin looked at Lin Fei coldly, with disgust on his face: "Crazy."

Lin Fei looked at Rong Yin's back as he left without mercy, raised his hand to stroke the blood on the side of his face, and said softly, "Why did brother find someone else?" He laughed again, "It's okay, just lock it up."

The author has something to say:

Lin Fei is a psychotic lunatic, as long as he can't bear it because he is focusing on others, and wants to go crazy to draw his attention back, he feels that his brother only sees himself because of his own emotions, and he will be very happy (

Thinking about it, it’s a bit emotional to call her sister (bushi