My brother became a love brain

Thanks to my friend Song Dongyang for "moving" before, our dormitory even has a TV, so we can watch the Spring Festival Gala while eating dumplings.

In fact, the Spring Festival Gala is nothing to watch, but Song Dongyang watched it with relish, and I turned my head to look at him, and I didn't feel bored anymore.

We ate more than 60 dumplings together, and frozen the remaining dumplings in the refrigerator. I cleared the table, and Song Dongyang naturally took the bowls and chopsticks to the bathroom.

I folded the small table and put it aside, and went to the bathroom to look for him. Song Dongyang was not used to wearing plastic gloves, and the water in the bathroom was still cold, so his hands were red from the cold.

I frowned and asked him to go back to the dormitory to bring the kettle over, and I moved the big basin with the dishes by myself.

Song Dongyang shook the drops of water on his hands, and with an erratic smile on his face, he asked, "Why are you moving the basin?"

"I'll just wash it, you go get some hot water."

He smiled inexplicably again, this time he looked much better than just now, he went fast and came back fast, he poured some water for me with a kettle, I tried the temperature of the water with my fingers, and started to scrub naturally stand up.

Song Dongyang didn't leave either, he just stood beside me and stared at me. After a while, he asked me, "Can I give you a hug?"

I'm already used to his occasional convulsions. I didn't even stop moving my hands, and without raising my head, I said, "I can't."

He said "oh", after a while, I heard the sound of "click" shutter, I turned my head, just in time to see him put down the phone.

"Take a picture of you."

"Do you want to shoot again?"

"No, one is enough."

I looked away and continued to wash the dishes. Every time after changing the water, Song Dongyang would carry the thermos and add some hot water for me.

We cooperated tacitly and quickly completed the work, and returned to the dormitory. The Spring Festival Gala was still going on, and there were still a few minutes before twelve o'clock.

I edited the text messages for New Year's greetings and set the timing. The social software also turned on the group sending function to check whether the balance of change is sufficient.

Song Dongyang was sitting directly opposite me, and after I finished my work, I happened to catch his indifferent eyes.

I blurted out: "Aren't you happy?"

"I'm not unhappy," he answered seriously, even a little straight, "After a while, you send me a New Year's greeting message, don't use this unified template."

I couldn't help laughing, and said to him: "We face each other, and I can personally send you my blessing."

"I want a text message for New Year's greetings," he was stubborn, even acting like a spoiled child, "I want you to personally wish me well."

"Okay." I'm willing to let him get used to such trivial matters.

The countdown began to play on the TV, Song Dongyang moved his chair towards me, and naturally put his arm around my shoulder.

I glanced at him and didn't refuse his approach.

"five four three two one!"

"Happy New Year!"

There was singing and dancing on the TV, and countless fireworks bloomed outside the window. Song Dongyang's voice was next to his ears, and he said, "Happy New Year, Chi Rui."

"Happy New Year, Song Dongyang," I paused, and said the blessings I had prepared, "May you be safe and happy in the new year, and everything goes smoothly."

Song Dongyang hugged me tightly, then let go of me, sat up straight, and said, "There are still text messages to wish."

"It may take a while, the current SMS channel is not smooth enough."

While editing the text message, I talked to him.

I sent a text message, and sure enough, it took 2 minutes for Song Dongyang to receive the notification.

He swiped open his phone and started to read the text I sent him: "Song Dongyang, in the new year, I hope you will be more handsome, smart and witty. May luck and happiness be with you always. Your friend Chi Rui."

I didn't feel anything when I wrote it, but Song Dongyang just read it like this, and I just felt a little ashamed.

"Chi Rui," Song Dongyang put down his phone, his joy could not be concealed in his words, "I have received your blessing, thank you."

"Hey, what's there to thank for that." I pretended to be calm.

"This may be the only blessing I received today..."

Song Dongyang's voice was very soft, as if he didn't want me to hear it, I also pretended not to hear it cooperatively, and suggested to him: "Let's go and wash our faces."

"it is good."

I forcibly pulled myself out of the memory of the Chinese New Year, the edge of the room card pressed against my palm, I no longer hesitated, turned and walked to the elevator.

I don't have many people who I care about. Song Dongyang occupies a very important place in my heart. I can take risks for him.

I entered the guest room reserved for me for a long time, and I was not very nervous. I even took a shower and lay flat on the bed.

I closed my eyes, and for some reason, I suddenly remembered the way Song Dongyang would always stand by my bed and look up at me. At first, I was always scared by him, but slowly, I got used to it.

I slowed down my breathing and smelled the aroma of oranges. Is there aromatherapy in the room?

I thought about it in a daze, and soon fell asleep in the package of almost sweet breath.

I had a bizarre dream, in which there were countless scenes of me and Song Dongyang being together in the past, his expression kept changing, sometimes indifferent, sometimes gentle, sometimes pensive, sometimes ignorant...

I slowly opened my eyes, but the scene in front of me was not the scene before I fell asleep last night. I lowered my eyes and saw the thin quilt covering myself, with strange golden silk patterns drawn on the quilt—I was most likely in my sleep , was taken away directly, and came here.

I recalled the sweet smell I smelled before falling asleep yesterday, which made this conjecture even more certain.

The indoor layout is biased towards the Nordic frigid style, and the floor is covered with thick gray blankets. I lifted the quilt, but couldn't find any slippers, so I had to step on the blanket and walk towards the door.

I was wearing a gray long-sleeved pajamas, which should have been put on by someone after I fell asleep, but I didn't bother to figure out who changed my clothes for me.

The door was not locked, and I pushed it open easily. There was a long corridor outside, but the corridor was eerily quiet.

There is no longer a soft carpet outside the door. I hesitated for a moment, but I still stepped out of the door. The ground under my feet was warm, a bit like domestic geothermal heat, but I don’t know if the specific principle is the same.

There are identical closed doors on both sides of the corridor, but there are different characters on the doors - I don't know this kind of characters at all, and I can't tell which language it belongs to.

I got to the end of the corridor and there was a different door with a window through which I could see the elevator and the stairs, but when I reached out and tried to push the door, I realized I couldn't open the door.

I shook hands and punched the door, turned my head to look up, and happened to meet a camera.

The light under the camera was blinking, and I said to it, "Whoever it is, tell me what's going on here?"

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