My brother became a love brain

"...If they are said to be executioners, then everyone sitting here is an accomplice."

"...Under the circumstances at that time, someone had to stand up, make a choice, and become a sinner."

"... For the mistakes made by the predecessors, future generations should not continue to bear the responsibility."

"...Therefore, I propose to cancel the captivity order for all humans on the island numbered SH3514, and re-give them basic personal rights."

"Clap clap-"

I put down my speech, and at some point there was an extra person in the empty auditorium. Song Dongyang sat reservedly in the center of the first row. He was wearing an elegant riding suit today, and his aura was getting closer. The arrogant chief executive of District [-] in my memory.

"Your speech is great, Chi Rui, I believe you will be able to convince the councilors to save all the prisoners on the island."

I sorted out the manuscript page by page, making sure that every corner was aligned. Looking at the title "Letter to the Commonwealth of the Commonwealth" on the first page, I couldn't help showing a sarcastic smile.

I stood on the podium, turned the microphone, and said, "But my speech is meaningless. You have already made a deal with those politicians. All you need is one person to do this show."

Song Dongyang didn't refute this sentence, he just stood up from his seat, stepped on the scarlet carpet with his black riding boots, stepped up the steps, and stopped under the first step of mine.

He tore off the pure white glove on his right hand with one hand, held out his hand to me, and said, "We can stand side by side in the middle of the crowd as we did in the past, and shelter those who need our help."

"I never saw that you were so kind."

"My kindness is just a tool to please you."

My sarcasm bought him honesty, and he wasn't afraid to show his truest face in front of me.

I didn't want to hold his hand, but there was only one way to go down, or I had to jump directly from the nearly one-meter-long podium.

I hesitated for a while, and my rebellious heart still took over, but before I moved to the edge of the podium, Song Dongyang sighed softly, put down his hand, and stepped back a step.

He said: "It's a little high, you go down the steps and don't make trouble."

I still felt rebellious, turned my head and wanted to jump - but failed, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, and Song Dongyang hugged me tightly from behind.

His voice couldn't hide his worry: "Don't do dangerous things."

I was starting to feel tired, and there was no point in even speaking out and resisting the person who was holding me, or the life I was facing every day.

Song Dongyang half hugged me and brought me off the stage. The rays of the setting sun spilled into the room through the glass of the auditorium, leaving broken mottled spots on the ground. I stared at that small piece of bright light and remained silent.

After a while, Song Dongyang covered my eyes with his hand and said, "You look sad."

"Song Dongyang, you are the source of my pain."

"..."

His hands were close to my eyelids, but he pretended to be relaxed and said, "That's my honor too."

I'm sure that Song Dongyang's mental state is not very good, and I'm sure that I'm on the verge of insanity. I can't help but hurt him with words, but it really hurts. Apart from being happy at first, it has become dull now.

Of course I knew we needed to sit down and talk, and ideally bring out our love for each other, hug and cry.

But I don't want to do that.

I don't want to hear about his attachment to my past life, and I don't want to reveal that I still have love for him.

We are no longer suitable to be together, he can't give me simple love, I can't give him a response that travels through time and space - our track has long been separated, it's just that he is unilaterally forcing.

The sunset slowly set, and the lights of the auditorium suddenly turned on. Song Dongyang quietly put down his hand, he held me, and we interlocked our fingers, stepping on the scarlet carpet, as if we were walking the road to the wedding ceremony again.

"Do you still like the doll I prepared for you?"

"I know there are love poems you prepared in advance in the doll."

"You recovered your memory?" He couldn't hide his surprise.

"I remembered most of the things on the first day I moved in," I deliberately ignored his sudden clenched hand, "but it's like watching a movie, and you may be moved by the plot in it, but after the movie is over, you don't want to follow the The way the characters in it do it.”

I put my eyes on the closed door in front of me, and said what I should have said long ago: "Song Dongyang, those memories are just memories. Let yourself go, the dream should wake up."

"The last time we watched the sunrise together, we were still lovers before dawn, and we became brothers after dawn. Later, we even forgot about watching the sunrise together."

Song Dongyang suddenly said this sentence without thinking.

"what?"

"Your memory is not complete enough." He concluded.

I raised my hand and pushed open the door in front of me with all my strength. The cold wind blowing on my face made me shiver uncontrollably.Song Dongyang had to let go of my hand, he took off his coat and put it on me.

"Song Dongyang, your memory is complete enough, so is it the person you love, me, or the person in your memory?"

"What I'm looking for is your soul. I love you in my memory, and I love you in front of me." His answer was perfect, as if he had rehearsed it countless times.

His eyes are melancholy and affectionate, his lips are slightly pursed, and his whole figure looks like a perfect lover walking out of a movie screen.

Should I cooperate with him in the performance, be moved by his affection, forget all the unhappiness, and immerse myself in the fairy tale he created for me.

I considered my language and tried to be as tactful as possible.

"You don't feel like a lover to me. You are unreal, unpredictable, and condescending. I can't judge which sentence is the truth and which sentence is a lie."

"Those memories have a great influence on you. Your feelings for me may not be out of your heart, but out of your acknowledgment of the memory."

"But for me, all I can see and feel is what you've done, you've lied to me time and time again, and it looks like you're going to continue to do so."

"In order to find the lover in your memory, you play with other people's feelings. Once you confirm that the other party is not that person, you will immediately turn around and leave."

"Of course I know that to a large extent, it was the other party's death, and you had no choice but to do it. But your connivance in the early stage has most likely given them the illusion of being loved and the confidence to be invincible. From this point of view, you also Not innocent."

"Let me ask a question." I subconsciously wrapped the coat he draped over my shoulders tightly, "If, I mean, if, if I am not the person you remember, we are still dating on the island, that Someone suddenly appeared, but he has no memory of you."

"Will you choose him or me? Can you answer my question?"

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