My brother became a love brain

It was another new day, and Song Dongyang asked me if I wanted to go to the library. I like reading, and the mobile phone here cannot connect to the Internet, so he made this suggestion. I nodded and agreed without much hesitation.

The library is very large, with four floors. Each floor has a reading room, coffee shop and dessert shop. Except for the well-trained staff, there are only me and Song Dongyang.

I picked up some popular science books, but the content inside was surprisingly good-looking, and I was fascinated by it without knowing it.When I put down the book and looked up because of the slight pain in my neck, I realized that Song Dongyang was no longer on the opposite side, but I didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that he had gone to another floor.

This book is indeed very good. After I turned the last page, rubbed my neck contentedly, and looked up again, I realized that Song Dongyang hadn't come back, and the clock on the wall had reached nine o'clock in the evening.

I was a little hungry, so I went to the staff, ground half a cup of coffee, filled my stomach, and then started looking for Song Dongyang’s footprints on each floor. I was on the third floor, first went to the fourth floor, then went to the second floor, and finally Found him among the bookshelves on the first floor.

He spread a few old newspapers on the floor. He sat on the newspapers, his legs slightly bent, and a book was spread out between his legs, and he was reading intently.

I didn't want to disturb him, and was about to turn around and leave, but he closed the book, turned his head, smiled at me, and asked, "Is it very late?"

"Well, it's very late." I paused, and then said, "Can you still stand up?"

If he maintains a posture for a long time like him, there is a high probability that his legs will feel numb, and it will take a while to stand up.

"It's a little numb, can you drag me down?"

He was not polite, and his attitude was so casual that I even regretted asking him.Forget it, they're all men, what's the matter with shaking hands, besides, it's not like shaking hands once or twice.

With this kind of self-deception and broken can, I took a few steps forward, bent down, and stretched out my hand.

He straightened his lips, raised his hand and put his fingers on my palm, and tapped my palm lightly with his fingertips, almost flirting.I simply bent my fingers, squeezed his restless hand, and said, "Get up."

He sneered for a moment, but obediently borrowed my strength to climb up from the newspaper, and then naturally thumped his leg with his free hand.

After I waited for him to stand still, I wanted to let go of his hand, but he squeezed mine as before, and asked very gently: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"I just had coffee and a snack up there."

"That's just a pad for your stomach, and you can't get enough."

"You are hungry, what do you want to eat?"

"I'll cook for you, okay?"

He is sincere and polite, like a proper boyfriend.I moved my eyes away from him and looked at the scenery outside the window behind him. It was nearly ten o'clock, and the outside world was still like daylight, reminding me that this is a false world, and Song Dongyang is also an insincere people.

"Are you trying to develop a relationship with me?" I asked bluntly.

"Did you find out?" He straightened his back, without feeling guilty or uneasy for a long time, "I like you, of course I want you to like me too."

Infinite irritability surged in my heart, even far exceeding the time when I was rushing to write a thesis.I tried my best to show my anger more, and said to him plainly: "What do you need me to do, just tell me directly, except for sleeping with you, I can do anything else."

"What about sleeping with someone else?" He asked with a teasing smile.

"No." I suspect that he is deliberately making me more angry.

"What if I want you to kill and set fire for me?"

"I won't do anything illegal."

Song Dongyang shook his head and said, "Then you don't need to help me, just stay here with peace of mind."

"Didn't we make an agreement before, I can always afford to wait for a year."

After saying this, I stared at Song Dongyang, but his expression didn't change at all, he just muttered something in an imperceptible voice.

"What did you say?"

"Not important."

I frowned, and subconsciously felt that Song Dongyang was hiding something from me. Now the question came, should I ask him?

"The car is here, we can get out of here and have dinner." His brisk voice interrupted me, looking too lively.

"Ah."

We walked out side by side, Song Dongyang raised his free hand, and his fingers quickly skimmed over the books. I asked him how many books he had read here, and he chose to pick out one, handed it to me, and said: " You can test me."

I took the book, I happened to have read this one, and asked a simple question: "How did the hero save the beauty?"

"He rushed into the crowd with a long sword, let his lover hold him tightly, blindfolded his lover's eyes with his left hand, and killed everyone who tried to hurt his lover with his right hand."

"You remember really firmly." I sincerely praised.

"You can ask more difficult questions."

"Like?"

"For example, on page 120, what is the second line?"

What he said was so sure that I began to wonder if he had any kind of memory skills.

"What is it?"

"I love you."

Why did you suddenly confess?I hesitated for a few seconds, and realized that this might be the content of the second line on page 120, so I lowered my head and started flipping through the book, and found that page and that line easily.

"Am I right?"

"No." I told him firmly.

"How could it be wrong?" His happiness almost overflowed from his words, "Then what is the correct answer?"

I love you too.

I read the "correct answer" silently in my heart, and felt that Song Dongyang was really naive.I threw the book in my hand to him and said, "You read it yourself."

Instead of reading the book, he reinserted it into the bookshelf and shook my hand.

Neither of us spoke, and the not-so-short road came to an end. We got in the car, went to the restaurant, and had a sumptuous dinner. Song Dongyang picked up the wine glass and clinked glasses with me. I took a sip of the wine , noticing his gaze raised his head again.

He simply raised his glass to me again, and drank the whole glass in one gulp. He drank it eagerly, and a few drops of red wine spilled on his white shirt, as if stained with blood.

I wanted to remind him, but felt that it was not a big deal, and it was too ambiguous to remind him.

After dinner, Song Dongyang still slept on my side in a regular manner like last night. I closed my eyes, but I didn't sleep very well. The whole dream was mainly black and red, and I kept wandering. He ran aimlessly, but suddenly stepped on the air and fell straight down.

"call--"

I woke up, and looking into Song Dongyang's slightly worried eyes, he handed me warm water and said, "I'll arrange a spa for you today, your nerves are too tense."

I looked at the culprit who made me nervous, and nodded slightly without saying anything extra.

In the following time, Song Dongyang and I hung out on this island. We watched movies, played ice skating, listened to operas, and piled porcelain together. It was almost an ideal long vacation. thing.

If it weren't for the day and night that are obviously different from the outside world, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to persistently remind myself that this is a dangerous place and I can't let my guard down.

Nearly a month after arriving here, one afternoon, I was basking in the sun on a deck chair, Song Dongyang naturally covered my calf with a blanket, and said in a tone of good weather today: "There is a small ceremony tomorrow. "

"What ceremony?"

"The ceremony of inheriting the position of the island owner."

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