My brother became a love brain

Song Dongyang rested his head on my shoulder, and he said slowly, "You underestimated his kindness."

"And you took advantage of his kindness."

Jin An's expression finally changed. He glanced at me reluctantly, took off the hat he had been wearing all the time, bent his straight back, and called me: "Master."

At that moment, I didn't feel much surprise. If the army behind Jin An was really upright and selfless, the island would not have turned into what I saw.

What I had vaguely guessed was non-interference, but the truth is more poignant—they were all complicit.

I couldn't help but ask, "What would you do if I just decided to leave?"

It was not Jin An who answered me, but Song Dongyang, who said, "He will send you back."

I frowned, not believing that such a good thing would happen, and asked him: "And then?"

Song Dongyang stopped talking, and after a few seconds, Jin An answered for him: "Song Dongyang will become the lowest slave//slave on this island, because you refuse to be his master."

"What the fuck//fucking place is this?" I couldn't help swearing.

"This is the land outside the law, the island of bliss, where you were supposed to be born."

This sentence was said by Song Dongyang.

I know that I am not a child born to my parents, but it is also hard to believe what Song Dongyang said.

"I need evidence."

"I'll take you to see it."

The conversation ended here. Song Dongyang took my hand and motioned for me to follow him. Jin An's expression was very subtle, but he didn't try to stop us.

Song Dongyang and I passed them and walked on the road. I looked up at the blue sky and white clouds above my head, and couldn't help asking: "What time is it?"

"Seven o'clock in the evening," he added quickly, "it doesn't get dark until twelve midnight on this island."

"Your time is based on the domestic standard, and it has not been switched to the time zone here?"

Song Dongyang didn't answer my question, his expression was very indifferent, if it wasn't for him holding my hand, I could feel his body temperature, I'm afraid I would have the illusion that he is a dummy.

"This is another world," Song Dongyang let go of my hand, "In this world, there is only six hours of darkness. It gets dark at twelve o'clock every day and dawns at six o'clock in the morning. There is no season of the year, and it is always suitable to be naked." //Temperature of body travel."

"It doesn't sound like another world," my eyes swept along the street to the beautiful houses in the distance, "it's more like a carefully arranged cage."

We stopped talking, but after walking hundreds of steps, Song Dongyang stopped, touched his ear with his hand, and said, "I arranged for a vehicle, and it will be there soon."

"Rickshaw?" I did have a psychological shadow of the scene I saw before.

"A normal car, the kind with four wheels."

Song Dongyang seemed to be smiling, but when I turned my head to look at him, he was still expressionless.

We waited for a while, and sure enough, a car stopped in front of us, but there was no obvious sign on the car, and we couldn't tell what kind of car it was.

The fact that the driver was clothed made me feel a little better - I'm still having a hard time accepting the unspoken rule that being naked is normal.

I sat on the inside of the rear seat, and Song Dongyang sat on the outside. He asked me naturally: "Are you hungry?"

"I don't really feel like eating."

The scene just now played repeatedly in my brain, and I couldn't help recalling our previous experience of visiting the school, and I had no desire to eat at all.

"Do you want to eat hot pot?" He continued, "We can eat mandarin duck pot, half clear soup, half spicy..."

"Enough." I scolded in a low voice and interrupted him, "Song Dongyang, I don't want to quarrel with you, and you don't want to provoke me either."

Song Dongyang fell silent again, and I forced myself not to look at him, spurning myself in my heart for being soft-hearted, unprincipled, and terribly partial.

I always try to separate Song Dongyang from these fucking things, put a filter of a hundred innocent white lotus on him, but I know very well that Song Dongyang is by no means innocent.

I always like to think about things in extreme directions. I even started to imagine that if Song Dongyang was the boss behind the scenes, and I had the opportunity and ability to send him to prison, I would choose to let him go or catch him.

Before I could come up with an answer, the car had already stopped, and Song Dongyang approached me at some point. He was so close that I could clearly see the long eyelashes on his eyes, and so close that the hot breath from his breath spilled out. On my cheek, and absurdly, naturally, he kisses my lips again.

We were sane, but inexplicably doing what couples should do-to be honest, I didn't hate it, and even had a strange, obscure impulse.

We shouldn't be like this, this thought crossed my mind, I clasped his shoulders with my hand, and was about to push him away, but he seemed to realize my plan, and quickly leaned back, one step ahead The kiss is over.

He turned around, grabbed a bottle of water in the car naturally, handed it to me, and said, "Your lips are very dry, drink some water first."

My eyes swept over his calm face, and slid down to his knuckle fingers, I reached out and took the bottled water he handed me.

"it is good."

Song Dongyang pushed open the door, his back was not calm, even a little embarrassed, as if he had been greatly affected.

I got out of the car and entered the buildings similar to hospitals, except that all the places where the red cross signs should have been hung have become black crosses.

"This is a hospital," Song Dongyang acted as a guide again, "You also need a systematic physical examination."

I have no intention of going in, and I think I have given him enough respect, tolerance and patience.

I stopped in my tracks, looked at him, and asked him, "It's just you and me here, don't you have anything to say to me?"

The sun gently sprinkled on Song Dongyang's body, like the best artificial lighting, his skin looked fairer, not even a real person.

He smiled like he was wearing a mask, but his words were very intimate: "Rui, the days outside with you were the happiest time I've ever had in my life."

I was very agitated in my heart, and I didn't want to see him like this, so I raised the water bottle in my hand, unscrewed it easily, then raised my head, and drank gulp.

Clear water poured into my throat, and I felt thirsty after a while, so I drank a bottle of water in just ten seconds.

I lowered my head, screwed the cap back on, and held the empty water bottle with one hand.

"Let's have a hot pot first? You must be hungry too." Song Dongyang proposed again.

I glanced at him and said, "Don't try to change the subject, tell me everything you know."

"Everyone born on this island has original sin, except you."

"what?"

"Do you know about the 'New Exploration' project?"

"I know something, what does this have to do with what you said?"

The "New Exploration" plan is the most stupid thing that the National Alliance has done since its establishment hundreds of years ago. It is not one of them, so that after the incident subsided, the entire world has been sealed, whether it is the Internet, newspapers, magazines, etc. Almost all papers and books related to the content of the "New Exploration" project were deleted or destroyed.

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