My brother became a love brain

Song Dongyang was not afraid at all. He was sure that I would not shoot. My finger touched the wrench, but I did not buckle it. I said, "Song Dongyang, what exactly do you want?"

Song Dongyang, the greatest luck in my life is meeting you. Without you, I might have died long ago, but I will give you everything I can give you, and I will do everything I can do. Why do you have to force me? I have come to this point, let me not think about you at all?

Song Dongyang raised his hand and blocked the muzzle of my gun with the palm of his hand. He leaned forward with frozen indifference in his eyes.

He said: "Chi Rui, it's not me who was reborn, but Chi Hui."

I raised the corners of my mouth and sneered: "You will believe this kind of nonsense?"

"You arrived in District [-] temporarily on the last weekend of April. You were wearing a silver-white military uniform, with a ruby ​​ring on your middle finger. You stretched out your right hand and held me. The first sentence you said after getting on the bus , is 'when do you plan to marry my sister'." Song Dongyang explained calmly, "Chi Rui, this is the description in the anonymous letter I received the day before your arrival."

I lowered my arm, put the pistol back into my pocket, thought for a while, and said, "There is also the possibility of spies telling the truth."

"I saw it later." He said softly.

"What did you see?" I couldn't help myself and wanted to ask.

"The future belongs to your future, and belongs to my future." He closed his eyes, refusing to face my searching gaze.

I couldn't judge whether he was telling a lie or the truth. In fact, I was stunned by the news he told me, and I didn't recover.

I tried to find out the thread to solve the puzzle from the complicated balls of thread. I held the table with my fingers, and my soft fingertips hurt from the cold corner of the table.

After a long time, I asked him: "So, can you tell me why you chose to divorce at that time?"

He raised the corners of his mouth, with a cold smile, and said, "It's a good thing for you and me not to marry her."

"But she died." I tried to stay calm.

"She's going to die sooner or later."

"She died because of your divorce, Song Dongyang," I looked at his indifferent face, "It's hard for me to forgive you."

He seemed to be wearing a mask and a hypocritical shell. He looked at it and said, "I don't want to hurt you."

"You've hurt me." I had to remind him.

He raised his hand and wanted to touch the top of my hair, but I reached out and held his wrist, and I said, "You know, from the time you decided to give up that marriage, every decision you made about me , Every time you meet me, for me, it stabs my heart, hurts me, and makes me extremely painful."

"Do you think you are protecting me?" I stared at him, "Do you think you are changing the so-called future? No, you are causing me pain, you pushed me away yourself, if you are really good for me, Just don't come near me anymore, okay?"

We were deadlocked for a long, long time, and he kept silent, maintaining the same expression and posture.

I let go of his hand and took a step back, feeling vaguely uneasy in my heart, as if I had touched the edge of a storm.

"Chi Rui," Song Dongyang lowered his arms, his expression was still perfect, without any normal emotional fluctuations, "I will not give up the position of chief executive of the third district."

This answer was already in my expectation, and I even breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next second, his words swept up my anger like a storm.

"Unless the Chi family is willing to let you marry me."

"Bam—"

It only takes a moment to draw the gun and pull the wrench.

I looked at the blood gushing from Song Dongyang's shoulder, my eyes were hot, and I said, "Why are you forcing me?"

He didn't reach out to cover the wound, he stood upright, his face was pale but not vulnerable at all, he asked: "Chi Rui, do you like me?"

I put the muzzle close to his forehead and said, "You're crazy."

He turned his head, as if smiling, but I didn't see clearly, only his shoulders trembled slightly.

"Remember what I told you when I left District [-]?"

He spoke abruptly.

The night before we left District [-], we stayed up all night, lying in bed talking all night, talking a lot, too many things, I don’t know which sentence he wanted to say.

"I don't remember." I gave him this answer, but I actually remember every sentence.

"Chi Rui, in this world, you just need to trust me and rely on me. There are many bad people out there, they will deceive you, they will hurt you, you just need to look at me, that's enough."

The blood on his shoulders was still dripping down, and his white shirt was soon stained red. His eyes were bright and calm, as if he was speaking in front of thousands of people.

I resisted the urge to remind him to bandage the wound, and chose to refute him: "You are lying to me."

You are lying to me. I have family members who treat me sincerely, and I also have friends who treat me as my best friend. In the outside world, besides you, Song Dongyang, there are many people who will treat me well.

"I'm really lying to you," he actually agreed with my words, "Chi Rui, I am the one who can't live without you, and you have many other choices besides me."

"In this world, I just want to rely on you and trust you. There are many bad people out there, they will deceive me, they will hurt me, I just need to look at you, that's enough."

My back felt chills, I looked at Song Dongyang who couldn't match a normal person, and I repeated: "You are crazy."

"I'm telling the truth," his voice was so low that I couldn't hear it clearly, "it's just you who don't believe it."

At that moment, my heart seemed to be tightly grasped by two hands. I put down the gun and said, "Either you go or I go."

"This is District [-]," he reminded me.

"Then I'll go." I turned around and started to pack my opened bags indiscriminately. I don't want to be in the same room with Song Dongyang anymore. I don't know what he will say again, and I don't know if I will or not. It would be crazy to be coaxed by him again.

"Bam—"

I heard the sound of the gun, and turned my head to see that Song Dongyang was holding a gun in his hand, and there was a blood hole in his chest.

"I don't want you to go."

"Chi Rui, don't go."

After he finished these two sentences, he leaned back and fell on the soft blanket.

I was trembling with anger, and for a moment, I really wanted to just leave him here and let him die.

But in the end, I bent down, pulled out the small knife from my waist, and cut open his rag-like shirt to observe his wound.

He is much more ruthless to himself than to me. If the bullet in his chest is not removed as soon as possible, his life may be in danger.

I took out the instruments and medicines from my luggage, and started the operation skillfully. I poked into his flesh and blood with cold tweezers to search, and the pain made him open his eyes.

He said to me in a tone of good weather today: "Chi Rui, you are still soft-hearted."

I clamped the bullet, pulled it out without hesitation, and said, "Song Dongyang, you are trying to force me to death."

He seemed to want to laugh, but coughed up a mouthful of blood.

My hands were covered with his blood, I put the bullets in the tray, quickly used gauze to stop the bleeding, and after treating the wound, I noticed that there were three bullet holes in his chest.

I wrapped the gauze round and round for him, and asked him indifferently, "Why are there so many injuries?"

He didn't answer my question, and when I looked up again, I found that he had closed his eyes, maybe he had passed out.

The wound on his shoulder took me more than an hour. By the time I finished dealing with everything, the sky outside had already darkened.

The night in District [-] is far more dangerous than the day. I didn't have the desire to risk myself, so I hugged Song Dongyang on the bed, found an empty room, collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

In the dream, I dreamed of the past time for a long time.

It was a long, long, long time ago, Song Dongyang was still a big boy, he had a bruise on his face, but forced a smile, he asked me: "My name is Song Dongyang, what's your name? "

I blinked, curled my lips, and was about to cry in the next second.

He quickly covered my lips with his palm and said, "Don't cry, don't cry, I'm not a bad person."