brother, it's mine

Chapter 3 years old (6)

Lin Shaoyu's heart was filled with gloom. At such a young age, he had unknowingly got into a dead end. He was usually precocious and sensible, and his bright and open-minded heart had long been put aside at this moment. His impression of the third uncle was only limited to the one meeting during the Chinese New Year when he was five years old. , is indeed a good look.In the next few years, grandparents would fly to Europe to see him, so naturally they would not take Lin Shaoyu with them.

This third uncle, Lin Shaoyu moved his finger, and the white porcelain spoon slammed into the porcelain bowl with a bang.

He is really unfamiliar.

The sound of the porcelain spoon smashing into the bowl said whether it was big or small, but there were only these two children on the dinner table, and the two small figures on the big table looked indescribably deserted.That sound scared Lin Shaofeng in such a deserted situation.

Lin Shaofeng was absent-minded about eating, and he kept peeking at his brother, wondering what Beitang Luo would do, while looking at his brother's side face with emotion, his brother is really good-looking, no wonder Beitang Luo has such a good-looking father and covets his brother .Thinking about it this way, my apprehension turned into a little pride, a little joy.

Such a good-looking brother belongs to Lin Shaofeng alone.

But all the joy stopped at that "bang", Lin Shaofeng saw his brother pursed his lips tightly, got up and left without saying a word.

Even though Lin Shaofeng is not smart and occasionally commits crimes, he can also detect his brother's - gloomy anger.

I have never seen such a brother.

Lin Shaofeng stopped eating, and put the spoon back into the bowl in a daze. Before he could figure out what was going on, his nose felt sore and his eye circles turned red.

I can't blame the kid for being stupid, after all, he is only six years old, and Lin Shaofeng, who is still in preschool, thinks that his brother is angry with him, but he can't hit the third uncle who he doesn't even remember!

Thinking of this, the child stopped eating, jumped off the chair and ran to his room.Xiaoxi thought that the two young masters had finished eating, and when they came to the dining room to see that they hadn't moved much, they became anxious: "Young master, you must be hungry at night!"

What responded to her was the door of the room was slammed shut with a "boom", and Xiaoxi curled her lips. Are the two brothers' temper tantrums over yet? !

Zhang Ma heard the sound and came to the dining room to have a look. The dinner on the table was basically untouched, so she sighed and went up to the second floor to find Lin Shaoyu.

She watched the two children grow up, and she felt pain in her heart, although she would prefer Lin Shaoyu more.After all, Lin Shaofeng grew up loved and pampered by Lin Shaoyu, but Lin Shaoyu only had himself.

But this time, they can only find Lin Shaoyu, they are both children, but Lin Shaofeng is younger after all, as an older brother, Lin Shaoyu can only give in first.

Lin Shaoyu's room on the second floor was connected to a panoramic balcony when he was a child learning to paint, and it became about [-] square meters. On one side was a double bed, a desk, a locker, and a bookshelf that occupied a large area next to the wall. It is the supporting picture frame, the canvas.

When Mama Zhang entered, Lin Shaoyu was sullenly holding a paint tray and "waving ink" on the canvas. Mama Zhang walked in, seeing a large patch of intense red, and couldn't help but sighed again.

Lin Shaoyu's painting style has always been indifferent and indifferent like himself. Although he is exquisitely elegant and graceful, he can't stop the inseparable alienation.Most of them use cool blue, gray, green and other colors. This bright red... It can be seen that I am really angry.

"Master..."

Zhang Ma made a sound, and Lin Shaoyu kept writing. In fact, he is not really fond of painting, but in the long time when no one is with him, only painting, reading, and music can make him endure the lonely and boring childhood. .But later, until the younger brother appeared, there was a small ball in my life, a small mouth, a small nose, a small face, but a pair of big eyes.

This little dumpling grows up, cries, laughs, gets into trouble in kindergarten, hugs himself with a soft voice and acts like a baby——

brother.

Thinking of this, the depression in his heart slowly dissipated, Lin Shaoyu stopped writing and looked at Zhang Ma.

"Young Master..." Zhang Ma said, and after thinking for a while, she asked, "Are you still angry with Young Master?"

Lin Shaoyu laughed and shook his head: "What's the matter with the child, I've stopped being angry a long time ago."

After Zhang Ma heard this, she couldn't help scolding: "The young master didn't eat much tonight, so he ran back to his room?"

Lin Shaoyu didn't know either, so he got up and said, "I'll go and see him."

The children's room is on the first floor, which was converted from the original baby room.Lin Shaoyu's room was on the second floor. When he went downstairs, he stopped in front of the child's door, organized his words, and then knocked on the door.

When no one answered, Lin Shaoyu said, "Fengfeng, I'm going in."

Because Lin Shaofeng was young, he never knew that the door could be locked from the back. Lin Shaoyu turned the handle and went in. It was pitch black, and he turned on the light first, and the room was instantly bright.

In the room was a child's single bed, with a ball under the cartoon quilt. Lin Shaoyu walked over, sat by the bed, and stretched out his hand to lift the quilt.

Lin Shaoyu laughed again, unable to lift it, the child was pressing the corner of the quilt inside.

"Aren't you afraid of boring yourself?" Lin Shaoyu reached out to pat the ball, thought for a while, and opened his mouth to himself, regardless of the child.

"Fengfeng, I actually don't know why you are so angry? Now that I think about it, it's probably because my elder brother is not qualified enough." Lin Shaoyu's eyes drooped slightly, and he paused for a while, as if it was a bit difficult, before he said again.

"I... don't have an adult by my side, I just rely on what I read in the book, what I think on my own, and take it for granted to be an 'older brother', but I probably still need parents." Lin Shaoyu said here, the words "father and mother" As if in his mouth, his pronunciation was vague, because he had...had not called out these two words that should have appeared most frequently in childhood for ordinary people for a long time.

Because of those two people, he didn't give him a chance to shout.

Lin Shaoyu is about to be 12 years old, but he actually has a feeling in his heart that the absence of a child's parents in childhood will bring a greater lack of personality and subconsciousness to the child.

He himself is already an example that cannot be corrected.

So he is worried about his younger brother, he sometimes feels that his younger brother is another him in this world, and also lacks the childhood of his parents, so he will have an indescribable affection with his younger brother.But he was also afraid that his younger brother would become another him.

He did his best to pamper and accompany his younger brother, even until he was three years old, he let his younger brother sleep with him.

Then the younger brother gradually grew up, the first time he called his brother, the first time he acted like a baby, the first time he went to the playground, the first time he went to the kindergarten... So many first times that should be accompanied by parents, but they are all He was accompanied by Lin Shaoyu.

"But I..." Lin Shaoyu's voice was rough, "I can never take the place of my parents."

The "Tuanzi" under him could feel a froze, but Lin Shaoyu didn't seem to care anymore, and just got up: "Fengfeng, this time it's my brother who made a mistake, you—"

In the middle of the conversation, the quilt was lifted from the inside, and the child's crying voice sounded: "Brother...cough...brother is right! It's all my fault, I made my brother angry!"

Lin Shaoyu had already got up, first he heard his younger brother's voice, and then his wrist was grabbed by a small hand, the child was quite strong, and he couldn't stand still for a while, Lin Shaoyu tilted his body and fell back on his brother's bed.

The child was very clever, and hurriedly let go and rolled away, avoiding the fate of being crushed by his brother. Lin Shaoyu fell on the bed, and his first reaction was to get up, but the child reacted again, and pressed on his brother's belly with a "bass", of course No effort, but Lin Shaoyu was pushed back again.

"Brother is right! Don't apologize! Don't apologize! Cough...don't...cough cough...apologize!" The child nestled on his brother's stomach and kept shouting, but he was sobbing and coughing twice, obviously out of breath.

"Yeah, brother is right, don't talk about Fengfeng..."

Lin Shaoyu had no choice but to interrupt, and stroked the child's back with his hand, the child gradually calmed down, but still sobbed twice from time to time, extremely aggrieved.

When Lin Shaoyu saw this, his heart throbbed in pain, and for some reason his eye circles were red.

He is less than 12 years old, but he has a six-year-old brother who he brought up by himself.

Thinking about it, Lin Shaoyu stretched out his hand and moved the child to his still thin chest, the child puffed out his mouth, and quietly lay on his brother's chest like a cat.

"Actually, my brother was at fault."

Lin Shaoyu opened his mouth, Lin Shaofeng became anxious again when he heard it, and got up half of his body, but Lin Shaoyu held the child's face, and gently kissed his younger brother's forehead.

"My brother was wrong."

Lin Shaoyu was a little boy, his voice was still immature, but the words he uttered were indescribably tender and pity.

"You are--"

Lin Shaoyu's voice was gentle, but his tone was firm and even obsessive.

"You are, the treasure of my life."

Lin Shaofeng stared blankly at his brother, large teardrops came out of his eyes, he looked so sad, but in his heart he was happy, very happy, very happy!

"Silly boy."

Lin Shaoyu smiled, he didn't wipe away his younger brother's tears with his hands, and he didn't even know why, he leaned forward and kissed away the tears on Lin Shaofeng's cheek one by one, and finally kissed the child's wet eyelashes.

Lin Shaofeng felt that his brother's lips were very soft, and his brother was very gentle at the moment. When he kissed his eyelashes, he subconsciously closed his eyes, and then felt the soft, moist soft brush.

"Salty."

Lin Shaoyu moved away from the child's eyelashes, and said with a smile, Lin Shaofeng realized that it was his brother's... tongue just now.

He didn't feel sick, the silly boy Lin Shaofeng's first reaction was that his brother's tongue was so soft, and then he blushed belatedly.

Red very thoroughly.

Although he himself didn't know why he was blushing, and even his whole body couldn't restrain his weakness, there was an indescribable feeling coming from the bottom of his heart.

Lin Shaoyu didn't see the child's face clearly, he just patted his younger brother's back lightly, and the child lay peacefully on his stomach, and finally couldn't help but say: "Brother."

"Ok?"

"In the future... no matter how angry you are, don't ignore me, okay?"

Lin Shaoyu was silent for a moment, the child involuntarily grabbed his brother's clothes, and only then heard his brother's reply: "Never again, no matter how angry you are, you will never ignore Fengfeng."

The child opened his eyes wide: "Really?"

"real."

"Really?"

"Really true."

"Really really really?"

"really……"

It was tireless, like Cheng Ruo, repeating over and over again.

At around nine o'clock, Zhang's mother gently pushed Lin Shaofeng's room away. On the single bed, the two children hugged each other tightly.

"You don't feel hot either?"

Mama Zhang closed the door, shook her head and said with a smile.

In the room, the two children hugged each other so tightly, as if no one could separate them.

Lin Shaofeng was lying on the bed with a thin layer of sweat on his head, but he still burrowed into his brother's arms, and Lin Shaoyu subconsciously hugged him even tighter.

Lin Shaofeng was dreaming, his brother's eyes were so gentle.

You are, my only treasure.

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Friends said that Lin Shaoyu's writing was too popular, this time I'm going to attack it!Then the next chapter: Chapter 4 Lin Muxi.