My brother became a love brain

When I said this about Stockholm, Song Dongyang didn't even refute. The hairs on my back stood up a little because I didn't know what he was thinking.

We finished our meal and left the yard. Song Dongyang still held my hand naturally, and I reminded him: "Let go."

But he just won't let up.

Winter is very cold, but his hands are very hot. We walked around a few alleys and heard the friendly horns of stores selling candied haws and roasted seeds and nuts.

He squeezed my hand and asked me, "Candied haws or fried chestnuts?"

"No need."

He said to himself: "Then have some."

When I got closer, I realized that the seller was a grandfather, but the voice on the speaker was very young. It might be his son, or someone else helped record it.

I couldn’t even utter the second refusal, and I pointed to a few pockets of roasted seeds and nuts, and the grandfather neatly packed a small handful in a plastic bag and said, “Is that enough?”

"Put on a little more, just mix it up," Song Dongyang said very appropriately, like a roundworm in my stomach, "Bring me two bunches of strawberries and candied haws, and half a catty of sugar-fried chestnuts."

"Success, young man, eat slowly, it's easy to get angry after eating all day."

Grandpa weighed and packed everything, and packed it in a big bag. Song Dongyang quickly handed over the money, and stuffed the change back into the pocket of my coat, and picked it up familiarly. That big bag, said to me, "Let's go."

I walked with him without saying a word. When we were almost at the gate of the school, he suddenly realized, and said, "I never bought roasted seeds and nuts for Ma Feifei, and she didn't ask for this either."

I wanted to say that I didn't care about this at all, but I felt like I was admitting it by saying so.

I lowered my head and said, "Thank you, I will return the money to you later."

He squeezed my hand and said, "Why are you being polite to me?"

The atmosphere was so good that I thought I was dreaming, but when I saw Ma Feifei standing at the door of the teaching building, my dream suddenly woke up.

She stood under the steps, wearing a black coat, looking at Song Dongyang and me coldly.

She didn't have any makeup on today, her complexion was terribly pale, there were thick dark circles under her eyes, and her whole body's spiritual head seemed to have crossed all of a sudden.

Seeing her poor life, I laughed, which shows that I am really not a good person.

She gave me a disgusted look, but turned to Song Dongyang, and she said, "You come with me."

I controlled myself and didn't look at Song Dongyang's expression, but I could still feel that he let go of my hand without any hesitation.

"Wow--" This is the sound of the big bag of roasted seeds and nuts falling to the ground.

Song Dongyang walked towards Ma Feifei, Ma Feifei took his hand, smiled at me, and said, "Chi Rui, this is not over."

I also opened my mouth lightly, and said, "Come and try as much as you can."

Ma Feifei still wanted to say something to me, but when the bell rang for class, she hesitated for a while, and then she just dragged Song Dongyang away.

Song Dongyang, on the other hand, did not say a word throughout the whole process, but only expressed his position with actions.

The cold wind penetrated into the back of my neck, I shrank and lowered my head, but happened to see the big plastic bag on the ground.

The opening was tightly tied, and nothing spilled out. I wanted to throw it away for a moment, but then I thought, what kind of anger am I with the food?

I bent down and picked up the plastic bag, which was very heavy and made my heart unhappy. I carried the things to the door of the class and knocked on the door gently.

The chemistry teacher pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, glanced at me, pointed to my seat, and did not stop the lecture, so I quietly stared at the students and returned to my seat.

A class ended soon, and Wang Juan asked me softly: "What's wrong?"

"Going to buy a lot of snacks outside the school gate, it was delayed for some time."

After I finished speaking, I bent down again, took out a bag of prunes from my pocket, and handed it to her, saying, "This bag is for you to eat."

"Thank you." Her face was flushed, and she took it happily.

"Everyone has it."

I grabbed a handful of melon seeds and handed them to Zhang Peng, and then carried the bag and distributed the roasted seeds to other students one by one. Soon, the classroom became a small world for sharing delicious food.

At the end of the equalization, I only had two bunches of strawberries and candied haws left in my hand.

Strawberry candied haws is a snack that Song Dongyang and I both like, but the price is more expensive than the candied haws made from hawthorn. I usually don’t buy them, and only Song Dongyang used to buy them for me.

If we hadn't met Ma Feifei, we might have found an unoccupied place in the teaching building, and each of us would go back to the classroom after eating.

When I thought this way, I realized my weakness, and even spent time on meaningless memories.

I put some sticky strawberries into a big bag and threw them into the trash can. I turned my head and met Wang Juan's slightly worried eyes.

"The sugar has melted, it's not good."

"Chi Rui...you..."

"Ok?"

"It's nothing."

I can probably guess what Wang Juan wanted to say but didn't say. This sensitive girl may have guessed that I am in a little trouble, but I will never confide my troubles to her.

These messy and desperate things should be borne by me alone. I hope that my classmates can devote all their energy to their college entrance examinations and not be distracted even a little bit because of me.

I reluctantly threw Song Dongyang and Ma Feifei out of my head and continued to study hard, but before school was over, someone handed me a kraft paper bag. I asked him who asked him to hand it over, but he said: "There is a bag at the door." It was handed over by a stranger who I don’t recognize.”

Without much hesitation, I opened the paper bag and found a plug, a power cord, and a neatly folded note.

Flatten the note, and there are flamboyant but very familiar words on it - "I will give you the plug and power cord of the mobile phone. I can't refuse Ma Feifei, so don't be angry."

I tore the note into pieces and threw it in the trash along with the kraft paper.

No matter how much you say, it's better to do one thing. If Song Dongyang continues to stand with Ma Feifei, then he is my enemy.