My brother became a love brain

Song Dongyang didn't take me back to the small western-style building where Grandpa Song was. That's right. Although I haven't seen him for a long time, Grandpa Song probably hasn't forgotten my appearance. If I go there, there may be a lot of trouble.

He drove me to the outskirts. The location here is very remote. I didn't even see many lights on the way.

I wasn't too scared in my heart, but I still asked him maliciously: "Brother Song, why did you run to such a remote place, and I have to go home at night?"

"Ah," he hesitated for a moment, but quickly returned to "normal", "Just stay here tonight, don't worry, I will take you to school tomorrow."

I stopped talking, as if convinced by his answer.The warm air in the car was strong enough, and a layer of white water mist gathered inside the car windows.I raised my left hand, poked the cold car window with my fingertips, and drew a bird on the mist.

Once, Song Dongyang came to my house as a guest, and we were really bored after dinner, just like this, leaning close to the window, drawing patterns through the water mist with our fingers, this game is not too much when I think of it Interesting, but I was very happy with him at that time.

My Chinese is not very good, it is difficult to describe my emotions on the road in words, if I insist, it may be mixed.

But no matter how long the road is, it will eventually come to an end. Song Dongyang drove all the way into the garage, and I belatedly realized that this place turned out to be a single-family villa.

This is a very suitable place to buy-murder-kill-people, or illegal-law-prison-imprisonment, but I don’t think Song Dongyang will do this, not because he has confidence in his character, but because he doesn’t have to For this reason, I dirty my hands and risk my own future by breaking the law and committing crimes. After all, I am just a small person.

The greatest possibility is that he will follow Ma Feifei's instructions and "send" me a bottle of potion.

I followed behind him, looking at his tall back, thinking about what methods he would use.

He stopped suddenly, turned his head and asked me, "Why didn't you follow?"

His attitude is open and frank, but it seems that I have a dark heart.

I caught up with him in a few steps, hooked his shoulder affectionately, and said, "I was just thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about?" His deep voice sounded in my ears, as if coaxing a lover.

"I was wondering if there is anything to eat here, I'm already hungry." After saying this, I smiled awkwardly, as if I was very embarrassed.

"There are ingredients in the kitchen, but I'm not very good at cooking."

Song Dongyang's answer was within my expectation, and I followed suit and said, "It's okay, I'll do it."

There was a distance from the garage to the gate of the villa, I kept hooking Song Dongyang's shoulder, thinking about where he hid the bottle of potion.

I heard Ma Feifei's conversation in the morning, and Song Dongyang brought me here in the evening, the thing must be on him.

The coat on his body fits snugly, he can't hide anything, but he is carrying a leather bag in his hand, is it in the leather bag?

When we walked to the door of the villa, he opened the leather bag, took out the key, and opened the door. The room was dark, and he fumbled for the switch. With a sound of "snap--", the room was brightly lit with dazzling light. It made me close my eyes reflexively, and after a few seconds, I opened them again.

Song Dongyang casually threw the keys and bag on the coffee table, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, and said, "If you want to eat, I'll send it over."

"In the middle of the night, where are you going to find someone?" I smiled and yelled at him, but he looked very unconvinced and wanted to refute my words.

I had no choice but to add another sentence: "Why waste that money, I cooked noodles myself."

"Fine, if you want to do it, I won't stop you." He was a little annoyed, and looked very kind, but it was just a look.

"Where is the kitchen?"

"Go straight, turn left, and open that glass door."

"Okay, then I'll go, find something to eat and drink by yourself."

"I see, this is my home."

Song Dongyang sank into the soft sofa, he raised the remote control and turned on the TV.

I stared at him for a few seconds and asked him, "Shall I bring you a copy?"

He opened his mouth, and I could guess that his first reaction was to refuse, but he seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and said to me, "Take me a copy."

I let out a "huh" and went into the kitchen, dug out a few ingredients from the refrigerator, and found almost brand new kitchen utensils from the cabinet.

I washed the ingredients and the kitchen knife with water, and cut the vegetables slowly. When I was done with it, I naturally moved the fingers of my left hand under the blade of the kitchen knife, and cut without hesitation.

The knife cut was deep, and blood gushed up instantly, staining the chopping board red.

I threw the kitchen knife towards the sink expressionlessly, and yelled "ah".

My fingers hurt a little, but it didn't bother me. I pushed open the kitchen door, rushed out, and shouted to Song Dongyang, "Is there any disinfectant and gauze? I accidentally cut my hand just now."

"There is a Band-Aid, can you make do with it?" He pressed the pause button on the TV and turned his head to look at me.

I raised my hand so that he could see his bloody finger, and said, "It shouldn't work, I remember you have a first-aid kit in your car?"

"I forgot, but you have a better memory."

He straightened his upper body naturally, and I approached him quietly, "just in time" blocking his purse, he hesitated for a moment, still carrying his coat, went straight out.

"If the first aid kit is heavy, just bring back medicine for external use." I reminded.

"Okay." He agreed with his back to me.

"Squeaky-boom-"

I heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

I lowered my head and quickly wrapped the wound on my left finger with a roll of paper. The thin layer of paper was soon soaked by blood. I wound it more than a dozen times, barely able to last for a while.

I used a roll of paper to cushion my hand, opened Song Dongyang's leather bag, and found a bottle of liquid easily.

From the outside, it does not look like a bottle of potion, but it is exactly the same as the packaging of a can of Coke. I turned it over and found the difference. At the bottom of the can, there is a round sticker , with an English word "love" written on it.

I tried to tear it off, and easily tore off part of the sticker.

I found that my luck was really good, whether it was discovering Ma Feifei's private actions, or in this villa, there just happened to be a Coke in the same package.

The next thing became easier. I went back to the kitchen, found the normal temperature Coke next to the refrigerator, put the round sticker on it and put it in Song Dongyang's purse, and put the real potion back to the original place. A place for Coke.

I carefully checked the surroundings of the leather bag and wiped away the more obvious marks. After doing all this, I felt the pain again. I looked down and saw that the blood from my left finger had soaked into the toilet paper at some point, and my finger was scarlet. One piece, looking very scary.

I didn't feel scared, and I even felt rejoiced that it was my left finger that I cut off, so it wouldn't affect my right hand to answer the questions.

I stood there and waited for a while, and Song Dongyang came back panting, with thin sweat on his forehead, looking at me with an unconcealed panic expression.

"What are you doing standing up, sit down quickly, I'll bandage your wound." He said hastily.

I lowered my eyes, sat beside him, and stretched out my hand to him. He frowned, and carefully helped me remove the blood-soaked and congealed toilet paper, and tied me tightly with a tourniquet Fingers, in order to stop bleeding by compression.

He used a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant, and treated my wound almost gently. Looking at his worried face, I still had the illusion of being in a trance.

I would mistakenly think that he is still the reliable big brother, and I would mistakenly think that his worries are real, not an illusion that paralyzes me, and not out of subtle guilt.

He wrapped the gauze and tape on me, and then he asked me, "Are you still hungry?"

"Not too hungry."

"Then get you some drinks?"

There was nothing unusual about his words, but it made me sober in an instant.

no more—

I silently refused in my heart, but what I said was: "Okay."

"I just happened to have a can of Coke in my bag." He naturally picked up his leather bag and rummaged through it.

"I saw Coke in the kitchen just now, I'll get a can too, let's drink together?"

I have the same superb acting skills as him, speaking the most common words and doing the most vicious things.

"Okay." He agreed nicely.

"I'll get it."

I quickly stood up straight, without giving him a chance to stop or repent, I pushed open the kitchen door with my good right hand, and almost instantly, I saw the can of "Coke" that I put in myself.

I thought I would struggle, hesitate, and hesitate, but in fact, I bent down, picked up the bottle of Coke, walked out the door, closed the kitchen, and the whole process took no more than ten seconds.

I have already made the decision at this moment.

Forbearance and tolerance will not keep me safe, nor will my anger be appeased.

An eye for an eye, an eye for an eye, is the best response.

As I walked towards Song Dongyang, I opened the buckle of the can, and when I sat down, I retracted my hand as if I wanted to drink.

Sure enough, my arm was gently pulled by Song Dongyang, and he said softly, "Give me your can."

I frowned, looking puzzled: "Well? Isn't it all Coke?"

He raised the Coke in his hand and said with a smile, "I've already opened it for you."

I put down the coke can in my hand with an unhappy face, and he also pushed the coke can in his hand to my hand.

"Drink mine," he urged.

I frowned, and reached out to my "Coke" again. Song Dongyang quickly stretched out his hand, snatched it away and took a big gulp. He said to me playfully: "Look, I can If you drink it, you can't drink it."

I stared at him for a while with a straight face, and said slowly: "Yeah, I can't drink anymore."

I lifted him up to open the Coke for me, raised my head and drank it.

It was probably the worst drink I've ever had in my life, but I drank it down without a drop of liquid left.

I put down the coke can and lowered my head again. I noticed that Song Dongyang's face was flushed, as if he was drunk.

I called his name, and I said, "Song Dongyang."

He looked at me in a daze, and the next second, he threw himself on me.