My brother became a love brain

We hurried upstairs, and when we got to the door, I found that the door was ajar. Song Dongyang's well-trained people opened the door vigilantly, but there was no one inside the door, only the lights were on alone.

Under the dim yellow light, the entrance is a mess, almost all the drawers in my house have been pulled out, and all kinds of documents and books are scattered on the floor, like a disaster scene.

In fact, it's not that exaggerated, it's just a thief.

My first reaction was to confirm how much money was lost in my house. I was about to clean up the scene, but Song Dongyang grabbed my hand and said, "Call the police first."

"Yes, we have to call the police first."

I used Song Dongyang's mobile phone to call the police, and began to check the valuables in my house without damaging the scene as much as possible.The situation was better than I imagined. The big furniture was not damaged, and the passbook hidden was not found out. Only more than 1000 yuan in cash was lost.

I just breathed a sigh of relief, but Song Dongyang reminded me: "Go and see, is there anything valuable, but something that is not money is missing?"

Great value, but not money stuff?

I suddenly remembered the notice of the physics competition, I put it in the modern English dictionary, and my modern English dictionary has been broken and "lying" on the floor.

I hurried over to pick it up, flipped through the pages from beginning to end, but found no sign of the notice, looked down again, and there was no thin piece of paper on the ground.

Song Dongyang asked me: "What did you lose?"

There is no point in hiding it now. I simply told him what happened in the physics competition. He frowned and said indifferently: "You should have given me the notice sooner."

I retorted in my heart, we have only been together for three days, and you look like a person for only two days, how do you give me the confidence to give you the key evidence?

I didn't say this, but my silence is enough to explain what I think in my heart. He raised his hand, maybe he wanted to touch me, but there were three or four grown men in the room. He glanced at them, and then put his hands down.

The police uncle arrived soon, and I made a brief statement with them.

The police uncle comforted me, and asked Song Dongyang and the men behind him. I told the truth about the situation, and he praised Song Dongyang for being more vigilant.

I was exhausted after seeing off the police uncle, so I wanted to send Song Dongyang away, and clean up the mess by myself.

Song Dongyang opened his mouth before I could speak, and he asked, "You're staying here tonight?"

"Where can I live here, this is my home." I didn't realize what he meant by this sentence, so I replied directly.

"Go live at my house."

"what?"

"I said, go live at my house, your house is like this, I'll let someone clean it up for you, and come back after you clean it up."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome. I can clean it up by myself. I can't finish it today, so I can do it slowly."

"Not safe."

"Where is it not safe—"

Halfway through this sentence, I met Song Dongyang's eyes, and I realized that Song Dongyang was not joking, nor did he mean to coax.

"Go live at my house." Song Dongyang repeated.

I turned around and grabbed my schoolbag, and started stuffing my household registration book, passbook and other very important things into the schoolbag. I didn't speak, but my movements were obvious. I listened to his persuasion and was willing to go with him.

He sighed softly, bowed his head and began to help me sort out the scattered books on the ground. He took the lead in doing so, and those elder brothers also started to help. I hurriedly raised my head and said no, but Song Dongyang said in a deep voice: "It's okay, Come here, everyone is busy together, faster."

"Yeah, we all get paid, kid, please pack your things first." A big brother said to me with a smile.

I didn't refuse anymore, I quickly packed the important things, thought about it, went to my bedroom, took two pairs of underwear, put them on top of the pajamas, rolled up the pajamas, put them between my arms, and went back to the living room , and quickly stuffed it into his schoolbag.

Song Dongyang suddenly asked me at this moment: "Where is my mobile phone?"

Song Dongyang's cell phone?A phone with lots of secret photos inside?

My brain buzzed, and I rushed directly into the bedroom, opened the door under the bedside table, knelt on the floor, threw out several clothes from it, and finally found the phone.

I clutched my phone, knelt on the ground, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Dongyang's voice sounded, but I didn't realize when he entered my bedroom.

He said, "Why are you so scared?"

"Song Dongyang, there is your photo inside, what should others do if they see it?"

I was still in shock and blurted out.

He was originally standing, but he bent slowly, and finally, like me, he knelt and sat on the floor. He asked me slowly: "Are you so worried about me?"

I stopped talking, and belatedly realized that I was so stupid that I couldn't even be a bad guy.

My performance gave him more proof, and he asked me again: "Did you never think of using these photos to threaten me with what?"

No, I've thought about it, just haven't had time to do it yet.

"Can you really do it, publish the photos, and ruin me?"

How do I know if I can do it? I don't know what choice I will make until the last moment.

He came closer and I figured he wanted to kiss me but I pulled back so he couldn't.

I said calmly: "It's already very late, don't I still have to go to your house?"

"Chi Rui, do you still believe me?" He threw a bomb-like question at me.

I opened my eyes and said nonsense, I said: "Believe it."

"Give me the phone in your hand." He held out his hand to me.

I gripped the phone tightly, stuffed it into my trouser pocket, and said, "I don't believe you."

"Why?" He didn't seem surprised at all.

"You have done so many things, why do you say?" I was not very excited or sad, just like reading a text, talking lazily.

"If you don't give it to me, you can keep it. Don't lose it next time." He stood up while talking, and stretched out his hand to me, "Get up, we should go."

I raised my hand, supported the edge of the bedside table, stood up straight with some difficulty, and said, "Thank you."

Thanks, but it's not necessary.

I can stand up by myself without your help.

He turned and opened the door expressionlessly, and I followed behind him, only to realize that in less than ten minutes, those big brothers cleared out a large open space.

Song Dongyang didn't look back, and said to me: "Let's go."

"Okay." I answered, greeted the others, carried my schoolbag on one shoulder, and went downstairs.

We got into the car again, Song Dongyang drove fast and steady this time, I recalled everything that happened just now, and added: "Thank you very much tonight."

"No thanks, it should be." Song Dongyang answered quickly, but his voice was a little low, and he didn't sound happy.

Thinking in another way, I can understand his unhappy mood at this time, but I don't want to wrong myself any more just to take care of his mood.

Song Dongyang drove the car directly back to the old house this time, and when the car stopped, he told me: "Grandpa is asleep, let's enter the building lightly."

"it is good."

There were still street lights in front of Xiaohonglou, so I got out of the car first and asked Song Dongyang to drive the car into the garage.

I stood downstairs and couldn't help looking up at the windows on the second floor. The memories of the past were still vivid in my mind. I remembered the time when Song Dongyang and I played in this building, but I also remembered that time when I stood upstairs. Down, looking up at the figure of him and Ma Feifei embracing each other.

"Chi Rui." Song Dongyang's voice interrupted my memory, I turned my head to look at him, and found that he was standing upright and looking at me under the street lamp.

"What are you thinking?"

"I didn't think about it." I turned my head away perfunctorily, "Let's go upstairs."

"it is good."

We washed up in a hurry, and no one was in the mood to do anything more, so we went directly into the bed and fell asleep separately.

When I woke up the next day, I was hugging Song Dongyang.

He was only wearing a pair of underwear, and the things in the underwear were hard against me. I don’t know whether he rolled into my arms on his own initiative last night, or I used him as a pillow in my dream, but I pushed him away inexplicably. He opened it, kicked his buttocks again, and said: "Wake up, if you sleep again, you will be late."

He cursed, closed his eyes and said, "Let me sleep for a while."

I pulled out his quilt neatly, let him stand naked in the cold, and started to dress myself. Within 2 minutes, he couldn't bear the cold, so he opened his eyes. His eyes were dazed for a while, and he regained his sanity. .

He said, "Chi Rui, what are you doing up so early?"

I threw his pile of clothes on him and said, "Your grandpa is probably awake, so I need to spare some time to say hello to him."

"He doesn't care about me—"

"Get up, let's have breakfast with grandpa."

He wiped his face, looking extremely helpless, but his body honestly began to put on his clothes.

We washed up together upstairs, and when we went downstairs, Grandpa Song had already eaten at the dining table. He raised his eyes and saw me, and shouted happily: "Chi Rui, did you come to study with Dongyang last night?"

"Well, hello, grandpa." I responded and greeted again.

"Grandpa." Song Dongyang also greeted, and sat down with me.

The Song family has never had the habit of chatting at the dining table. We ate breakfast quietly. During the period, Grandpa Song even brought me two small steamed buns. I thanked them with a smile.

After dinner, we picked up our schoolbags and prepared to leave, but Grandpa Song seemed to suddenly remember, and said: "Last night, Xiaoma called me and said that she wanted to transfer to another school, but there seemed to be some problems with her student status, Dongyang. , do you know what's going on?"

Song Dongyang turned around, the surprise on his face seemed real, he said: "I don't know the specific situation, I will go to the school to find out what's going on."

"Then do you know why Xiao Ma wants to transfer schools? Didn't he do well in No. [-] Middle School?" Grandpa Song asked again.

"Grandpa, I broke up with Ma Feifei," Song Dongyang said with a hint of bitterness, "I don't know why she changed schools."

"This……"

"I like Ma Feifei very much," Song Dongyang showed his sincerity, even I thought what he said was true at that moment, "but she doesn't seem to like me at all."

"Hey, how did this happen? Is there some misunderstanding?" I wondered if Ma Feifei had given Grandpa Song some strange potion. In my heart, Grandpa Song was never such a person.

He has always respected Song Dongyang's decision and will not interfere.

Song Dongyang still maintained his sad appearance, he said: "I also hope it's a misunderstanding, I'll talk to Ma Feifei again."

"If you have a misunderstanding, just solve it. Don't be awkward all the time." Grandpa Song's voice was very kind, but I felt cold when I heard it.

"Okay, Grandpa, let's go to school first."

"Go, go, Chi Rui, come and play with Dongyang again when you have time."

"Okay." I replied, with just one word, I felt exhausted.

Song Dongyang and I left the gate of Song's house together. As soon as the car got on the road, Song Dongyang said to me: "Give me the phone."

Before I had time to refute, I heard him say: "Lend me for a while, forget it, you can just send me the photo by MMS."

"What do you want? What pictures do you want." I haven't followed his train of thought.

"Ma Feifei's nude photo." He removed the back cover of his mobile phone and passed one of the two calling cards to me backwards. Come on, I'll tell you the phone number later."

"You want Ma Feifei's nude photos—"

"Send it to my grandfather to make him give up."

"Song Dongyang—"

"send to me--"

I was holding the tiny phone card, but my palms were sweating——I didn't move.

Song Dongyang pulled over and stopped the car, staring at me like a knife, he said, "It's just a photo, is it difficult?"

The sharp edge of the phone card scratched my palm, and the slightest pain accompanied by the continuous oozing cold sweat seemed to be torturing my soul.

I tilted my head back, but couldn't avoid Song Dongyang's gaze, and said dejectedly, "I can't do this."

"Chi Rui, are you an idiot? Need I remind you, did Ma Feifei do anything good for you, me, and the whole school, huh?"

I have never seen Song Dongyang like this. His calmness, reason and pretense seem to have been fed to the dogs.

He questioned me almost hysterically, jumped from the driver's seat to the rear seat, and shook me by the collar.

I closed my eyes, let him grab me, and said gently: "Song Dongyang, that's a girl, you show her nude photos to others, how do you let her live in the next life?"

"Why didn't you have such a high moral threshold when you poured potions into the humidifier, asked her to use traditional Chinese medicine, and took pictures of her nude?"

I wiped my face and said in a hoarse voice: "At that time, my conscience was fed to the dogs, but now, it seems to grow back."

"She deserved it—"

"Neither you nor I have the right to ruin her life—"

He gasped heavily, and I didn't feel any better. We were at a stalemate, like two wild beasts.

After a long time, my chest relaxed and I opened my eyes, only to find that he had sat back in the driver's seat and was texting.

He texted for a while, then looked up, just in time to see me in the rearview mirror.

He said: "I figured it out, I should do all the bad things."

"What did you do?" I couldn't help asking.

"You just have to wait." He chose to play tricks on me.