My brother became a love brain

The current situation is very strange. I have a room card in my hand, and the hint on the card is that through it, I can find them—Song Dongyang and his friends.

To be honest, for a moment, I wanted to give up. At this point, I can easily detect that this is a game against me. The purpose should be to let me take the room card and take the initiative to find them.

Song Dongyang left without saying goodbye, which was considered very impolite, but assuming that the place he was going and what he was going to do were more dangerous, his approach could be regarded as a kind of protection.

But Song Dongyang's friend obviously anticipated the current situation, so he left me this gift as early as a year ago, isn't he afraid that I would open the gift box at that time?

Imagine that scene, I received a gift, opened the package that day, and found that imitation and weird card, I would definitely ask Song Dongyang——"What does your friend mean by this?"

How would Song Dongyang answer then?

No, he will not encounter such a tangled situation, because he is his friend's accomplice.

I have a good memory. At that time, Song Dongyang was always pestering me. I spent a few days of energy on him. When I was free, I couldn’t find the gift box. Someone who could hide this gift box under my nose People, there is and only Song Dongyang.

So what exactly does Song Dongyang want to do?Did he leave this gift box that will be opened one day to give me a way to find him?Does he want me to find him?

I didn't toss another coin this time, I changed my clothes, booked an online car-hailing service, and took a taxi directly to the hotel.I got out of the car, went straight to the front desk, handed the room card to the staff, and asked her, "Is this room reserved?"

The staff swiped the room card, with a professional smile on her face, she said: "This room is reserved all year round, what is your name?"

"Chi Rui." I already had a premonition in my heart.

Sure enough, the smile on the staff member's face was more sincere, and she said: "You are the registered resident of this room, and another guest has already paid a large amount in advance. What he said before was that he will keep the room until you check in. back."

"Do you have his contact information?" I asked hopelessly.

"Sorry, we can't provide your contact information, but the customer said, please stay in this room, and he will come to you."

The staff handed me the room card with both hands, I hesitated for a moment, and took it.

I used to have an ordinary family, until the physical examination at the time of college admission, it was found that my blood type was type B, and my parents were both type A blood.

I thought it was an error in the results of the hospital's examination, and I didn't take it seriously, but I didn't think that the report of the physical examination would be sent to my parents, and then a hidden secret was revealed-the hospital where I was born broke out a few months ago. In a scandal, some temporary employees exchanged several babies for name tags because of their dark psychology.

My parents had received a call from the hospital before, but they just held back and didn't look for it, but they didn't expect that the admission medical examination accidentally lifted the veil covering the truth.

I am not their biological son.

They eventually found their biological son but not my biological parents, they said they would treat me the same as the child, but as time went on, it became more and more different.

I started to apply for student loans, worked on my own, earned various scholarships, and later lived well, but before I met Song Dongyang, I hadn’t been home for the New Year for two years.

I have many friends who pretend that everything is fine, that I am like everyone else, that I come from an ordinary family, that I have an ordinary family that loves me.

But in the last winter vacation, I was ready to book a hotel, stay out for ten days, and pretend to be home, but Song Dongyang asked me casually: "Can you stay and spend this year with me? "

I turned a page of the book and lied to him for the first time, I said: "I want to go home, my family is still waiting for me."

Song Dongyang walked behind me with his slippers on. He naturally put his arms around my neck and said, "You're lying to me."

My heart skipped a beat.

He put his face on my earlobe and said softly: "Stay with me, otherwise I will be alone in the dormitory, it's too lonely."

In the end, I don't know how I agreed to him in a muddle.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the dormitory was very high. Song Dongyang hung up a single earphone and made dumplings with me while listening to music.

Yes, it is making dumplings.He has a very good talent for rolling dough and making dumplings. He only broke a few. Like a skilled hand, he quickly made dumplings with large fillings and thin skins.

Therefore, I can free up my hands, first boil hot water, then hold the dumplings with chopsticks, and cook them one by one.

When the dumplings were almost cooked, they would float to the surface of the water. I poked the skin with my chopsticks, and was about to pick it up and take a bite myself, trying to see if it was raw or cooked, but I saw Song Dongyang stopped making dumplings and came over, Zhanlan His eyes looked at me brightly.

At that moment, I thought of the common advertisements on TV. Relatives, lovers and friends get together at the end of the year to cook dumplings and eat New Year's Eve dinner.

I once thought that such a time would not be able to reappear for a long time, but I never thought that Song Dongyang would surprise me.

I picked up a dumpling with chopsticks, put it near my mouth and blew it, handed it to Song Dongyang's mouth, and said, "Do you want to try one?"

His expression became very subtle, but he still lowered his head, bit the dumpling, and began to eat slowly.

"Birth?" I couldn't help teasing him.

He looked at me with more complicated eyes, finished eating the food in his mouth, and said calmly: "No, but if you have special needs, I can..."

I put my hand over his lips and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

He blinked, and I withdrew my hand like an electric shock. He shook his head and asked me, "Are you scared?"

"You're too hot," I don't know how many times I've said this sentence, "I'm not interested in you, Song Dongyang."

"Oh," he didn't continue to entangle with me on this topic, "it's cooked, our dumplings are ready to eat."

We served the dumplings with soy sauce and vinegar. Song Dongyang is very skilled in using chopsticks, but he still prefers to completely separate the skin from the filling, eat the skin first, and then eat the meat filling.

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