in the dark

Back home, Song Chan took a set of clothes in the shopping bag and was about to go to the bathroom to take a shower, and threw the other sets into the washing machine.

Song Jiaoye passed by with a glass of milk, and gave him a disgusted look, "Aren't you going to wash those in your hands first?"

Song Chan paused, put the phone into his trouser pocket, "After washing everything, what should I change today?"

"Doesn't my brother have clothes? Why don't you just make do with a set for one night?" Song Jiaoye gave him a puzzled look, "I saw you wearing his clothes that morning, right? You can wear them for another night today." sure."

Song Chan: "..." Didn't he already bought it, so he was embarrassed to borrow it again.

"Why are you so unhygienic?" Song Jiaoye flung out a sentence while holding the milk, "I don't know how many hands have touched the things in the mall, and you dare to wear them without washing them."

"..." Song Chan's face froze, and the provocative methods were all tried and tested for him, but someone said stiffly, "I'm very hygienic."

"Really?" Song Jiaoye glanced at the clothes in his hands.

"Yes, I'm going to wash this set by hand." Song Chan shook the clothes in his hands, and smirked, "I must borrow another set today."

Song Jiaoye ignored his second sentence, took a sip of milk, "Wash by hand?"

Song Chan put on an expression that you can see how clean my love is: "Why, can't it?"

Song Jiaoye took another sip and sneered, "Use your Doraemon's small fist?"

Song Chan: "You..." What should I do if I really want to hit someone?This guy absolutely did it on purpose!

Adding fuel to the flames, Song Jiaoye said, "It's amazing. I used to only know that Dingdang Cat has a treasure bag, but today I have gained more knowledge. It turns out that there is also a treasure hand. Where can I wash it?"

"Song Jiaoye!" Song Chan couldn't hold back anymore, and shouted angrily.

Song Jiaoye followed suit: "Huh?"

Song Chan gritted his teeth, "Do you know that my precious hand has any other functions besides pointing and washing?"

"what?"

"Where to hit!" Song Chan stared, "When I helped your brother beat someone, I only used [-]% power to knock out the murderer's front teeth on the ground, do you believe it?"

Song Jiaoye shrank her neck, not wanting to lose her front teeth, so she accepted it as soon as she saw it, and said, "Trust me, I won't say anything!" In fact, she was subdued on the surface and secretly complacent, and it was enough to make him choke.

Even though she knew that Song Chan was only saying it to scare people and couldn't really slap her, Song Jiaoye still flinched away with her milk cup in her hands.

Song Chan slammed the door with a muffled sound, Song Jiaoye went to the living room and turned on the TV to find a ghost movie to pass the time.

Of course, ghost movies are good when you get together with friends. It doesn’t matter whether the ghosts in the movie are scary or not. .

Song Jiaoye stood at the door of the study, "Brother, I'm a little scared by myself. Shall we watch ghost movies together?"

Song Nan'an was holding a book, turned around and gave her a light look, "I'm afraid I won't read it."

"No," Song Jiaoye turned his head and made up an excuse, "The teacher wants us to write film reviews."

Song Nan'an raised his eyebrows and closed the book, "Chemistry majors need to write movie reviews for ghost movies?"

It is estimated that the ghost himself can't believe it.

"Oh, I'm wondering too, that old man doesn't know what's going on in his head all day long, but let us write film reviews after watching the movie and criticize each other... yes, correct each other." The words were all spoken, Song Jiao Ye gritted her teeth and thought of a reason.I can only feel sorry for the teachers and classmates in my heart.

"Okay." Song Nan'an put down the book and got up, "I'll revise it for you first."

Song Jiaoye: "..." What happened to the sudden sleepiness?

Song Nan'an glanced at the person who was stunned at the door, "What?"

"It's okay." Song Jiaoye followed with a wry smile.Let's take a look at the matter so far, anyway, I didn't say how many words to write, so I can just find an excuse to fool me when the time comes.

The two sat on the sofa and watched for a few minutes when Song Jiaoye's cell phone rang, and two bright characters appeared on the screen - Song Chan.

Although Song Jiaoye felt strange, he still connected: "Aren't you taking a shower, why are you still holding your phone?"

Song Chan: "I like listening to music while washing, can't I?"

"Oh." Song Jiaoye's mind was on the ghost film.

"No, why do you keep interrupting?" Song Chan slapped his forehead, but he didn't talk about the business.

Song Jiaoye pursed her lips: "Blame me again?" He glanced at Song Nan'an beside him, and lowered his voice.

Song Chan's tone was a little annoyed: "The gauze I used to bandage the wound is wet."

"Oh, so what?"

"Wet! Wound!" howled the other end of the phone.

Song Jiaoye frowned, and concentrated on watching the female ghost who was about to appear on TV: "You can wash it quickly and re-bandage it, can't it?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a while.

Song Chan fumbled and squeezed out a sentence, "My... clothes are already wet."

At that time, he went into the bathroom angrily, took off his clothes and threw all the newly bought things in his hand into the bucket without thinking at all, and waited for the water to flow for several minutes before he realized that he didn't ask Song Nan'an for an excuse. The clothes were nothing more than the two sets I was wearing and the ones I brought in were all wet from the outer layer to the inner layer.Well, now I really have no clothes to wear.

Song Jiaoye turned her head and asked Song Nan'an, "Brother, did the second brother ask you to borrow clothes just now?"

Song Nan'an raised his eyes and replied, "Didn't he already buy it?"

Hearing this meant that there was no loan, Song Jiaoye smiled gloatingly, and asked on the other end of the phone, "Then what do you want to do?"

Song Chan hesitated: "How about you..."

"Impossible." Song Jiaoye immediately refused, saying, "Please treat me as a woman."

Song Chan angrily said, "Are you really going to do this?" It's just a set of dry clothes for him, so it doesn't mean that you don't agree with it?

Song Jiaoye: "It's still three words, it's impossible!"

Seeing that the two chatted for a long time, Song Nan'an looked sideways and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Jiaoye covered the phone, and summed it up in one sentence: "Second brother washed all his clothes and now he doesn't have to wear them. The gauze on his hand is wet."

Song Nan'an frowned: "Where's the wound?"

Song Jiaoye thought about it for a while, and then said emphatically, "I'm wet too, and now I'm screaming in pain in the bathroom."

As soon as the words were finished, Song Nan'an got up and went to the floor cabinet to take out the household medicine box, which contained all the things the doctor asked to buy last time.

"I'll go and have a look." Song Nan'an walked towards the bathroom with gauze and medicine.

"Oh." Song Jiaoye replied, "Hurry up, the ghost is coming out." As he spoke, he glanced at the medicine in Song Nan'an's hand, wondering, shouldn't it be better to take the clothes?What should I do if I just take the medicine in the past?

After thinking about it, anyway, the gender is the same, so how to deal with it is fine.

Song Nan'an gently knocked on the door a few times, and called, "Song Chan."

Song Chan inside the door was terrified and shrank, "ah, why... why?"

"Does your hand need to be dealt with?"

As soon as the words fell, Song Chan couldn't even straighten his tongue: "Need...I...I don't know..." Logically speaking, he needed it, but after being drenched in water, he began to feel a dull pain in the wound.

Song Nan'an's voice was cold, "May I help you deal with it?" After all, the injury was caused by him.

Song Chan could vaguely see a thin figure outside the door through the frosted glass, "I... okay... you wait first." He grabbed a set of clothes from the bucket with one hand, wrung them half-dried, and hurriedly Put it on your body.

Someone in wet clothes pulled open a crack in the door, tremblingly stretched out his left arm, and said in a pitiful tone: "Let's deal with it like this." He really didn't want Song Nan'an to see him in such a miserable state. Xixi look.

After a moment of silence outside the door, Song Chan heard the sound of something being placed on the ground.

Song Nan'an said, "Squat down."

"...Okay." Song Chan squatted down obediently.After a while, I felt that my wrist was grasped by a dry and warm hand, and slowly, the gauze was removed.

He could feel a few cool cotton swabs on his five fingers, and then some fine powder was picked up.

The bathroom was very stuffy, Song Chan squatted on the ground and didn't even dare to change his position. As time went by, his body was about to become stiff. In addition to the low temperature at night, the corners of his clothes were still dripping, and he couldn't help shivering.

My hands trembled a bit.

"It hurts?" The person outside the door stopped and asked.

Song Chan hurriedly replied, "It doesn't hurt."

Song Nan'an didn't reply, but Song Chan could feel that his movements became lighter—maybe because the whole person was cautious, so while the right hand handling the wound was lightening the movement, the left hand holding his wrist was also unconscious. The strength of the ground decreased—Song Chan clearly felt his wrist go from a firm grip to a virtual grip.

"It really doesn't hurt," Song Chan searched for a comparison, "You are much weaker than that big girl in the hospital last time."

Seeing that the people outside the door did not speak, Song Chan continued to talk nonsense: "The big girl must not treat me as a human being."

"That strength..."

Song Nan'an stopped him: "Don't talk."

Song Chan was stunned: "..."

Song Nan'an: "I can't speak steadily."

"okay."

……

It's been a long time.

Song Nan'an said, "Okay."

Finally finished re-bandaging, Song Chan took his hand back through the crack of the door, looked it up and was stunned—there are two layers of plastic bags on the outside of the gauze?

It's really... cute with a touch of humor.

Hearing the sound of someone packing up, Song Chan immediately opened the crack of the door to reveal a pair of eyes, and said aloud, "Hey—how about lending me another set of clothes?"

"..." Song Nan'an glanced at it.

Song Chan explained: "Mine is all wet."

"Wait." Song Nan'an said lightly, "I'll put the medicine first."

Song Chan nodded like a pounding garlic: "Okay!"

On the other side, seeing Song Nan'an walking through the living room with his clothes, Song Jiaoye looked away from the female ghost, and asked, "Will it take so long to wrap a wound? The ghost is about to leave."

Song Nan'an glanced over, Song Jiaoye automatically shut up, and turned his eyes back to the female ghost.

Waiting for Song Chan to tidy up and get out of the bathroom, there was already endless sneeze after sneeze.

The ghost movie has come to an end, and Song Jiaoye has already guessed the ending, and the exchange is just a few old routines, which is boring.In addition, Song Chan kept sneezing and sneezing, which made her feel a little guilty... It seemed that she was dying just now, so she wanted to do something to make up for it.

"Shall I make you some ginger tea?"

Song Chan wiped his hair with a dry towel and asked, "Is that to prevent colds?" He sneezed again, "I already have a cold, okay?"

Seeing that his mouth was still broken, Song Jiaoye said angrily, "Do you want it? Don't forget it."

Song Chan rolled his eyes. For the first time, he knew that there are still people with a guilty conscience and righteousness in this world. "If you want it, you should hurry up and do it."

Song Jiaoye snorted, got up and went to the kitchen.

On the side, Song Nan'an sat on the sofa holding a book at some point and began to read it.

"Thank you today." Song Chan was wearing Song Nan'an's white shirt, with the top two buttons undone, revealing a small collarbone.

He slowly moved to Song Nan'an's side, thanked him and then asked, "What are you looking at?"

Song Nan'an didn't answer, but closed the book for a few seconds.

Song Chan glanced, "Psychology—" Not interested, and stopped reading, "Is it a professional book again?"

"Ah."

Song Chan sighed: "Reading is so boring, it's better to chat."

Song Nan'an answered, "What are you talking about?"

"Hmm..." Song Chan pondered for a while, fiddling with the towel in his hand, "Oh, yes, I've been wanting to ask you, why do you engage in this... job?" Song Chan wasn't even sure what this meant to Song Nan'an. Said it was not a profession.

After all, this is far from what he expected. Based on his previous understanding of the Song family, shouldn't Song Nan'an, as the eldest son, want to inherit the family business and start a business?How to become an expert in criminal psychology profiling?

After a long silence, Song Nan'an replied, "This is what I want to do."

As soon as the words were finished, Song Jiaoye walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate with three small porcelain bowls on it, "Because my father said to give me three years to do what I want, so I became an expert." She explained like a trumpet.

Song Chan lowered his eyes: "Oh, I never knew you..." This is what I want to do.

He didn't say it, choking the words in his throat.

"If you are sick, you can cure the disease, but if you don't, you can prevent disasters!" Song Jiaoye read the advertisement for his ginger tea, inadvertently breaking a trace of disharmony in the atmosphere, "One bowl for each person, I put Coke, it tastes very good! "As he said, he first took a sip from a bowl, and then looked at Song Chan after sipping, "I also have a question to ask."

The central character changes suddenly.

"Me?" Seeing her staring at him, Song Chan asked suspiciously, "What do you want to ask?"

Song Jiaoye suddenly became serious, staring at Song Chan, "Second Brother, you and Aunt Xu...why did you leave?"

……

The air froze for a while.

"Jiao Ye." Song Nan'an reminded him coldly.

Song Jiaoye tilted her head and said angrily, "Why can't you ask? I just want to know why!"

Song Nan'an frowned: "Don't be willful."

Song Jiaoye stomped her feet angrily.

"It's okay, I don't mind." Song Chan interrupted the conversation between the two after a long silence: "Let me talk."

Song Nan'an looked up at him, very silent.

I saw Song Chan smiled and said indifferently: "I am not your Song family, so naturally I have to leave the Song family."

There was a thunderclap on the ground.

Song Jiaoye's eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at Song Chan in disbelief, "...what do you mean?"

"My mother...is a liar, hey, it doesn't seem very good to say that." Song Chan glanced at Song Nan'an and paused, "In short, my mother lied to your Song family for so many years, we should be kicked out .”