My brother became a love brain

The next day, there was a misty drizzle in the [-]th district. I found bread, ham and iced milk from the refrigerator, and barely had a breakfast.

After breakfast, I walked around the house and found a bookshelf with only a few books on it, but they just happened to be the ones I liked to read.

When Song Dongyang came out, I was reading a book, I could feel him looking at me, but I pretended I didn’t notice, Song Dongyang watched me for a long time, at the end I couldn’t stand it anymore, I wanted to have a drink As soon as Shui raised his head, he met Song Dongyang's eyes.

His upper body was naked/naked, wrapped in gauze, his hair looked a little frizzy because he hadn't done it carefully, his face was reddish, and I even saw long-lost stubble on his face.

"Morning." His voice was hoarse.

"Is it burning?" I asked.

"Do you have antipyretics?"

"Have."

I put down the book, opened the backpack, took out the medicine for injection from the iron box and handed it to him. He gave himself a needle and looked at me silently.

I couldn't stand his eyes, I said: "Your subordinates should be around, you call them to take care of you."

"Chi Rui," his hoarse voice became extremely gentle, whispering like a lover, "under such circumstances, it is not suitable to contact them."

"It's not inappropriate." I didn't agree with him at all, "It's up to you if you want to."

"I really don't want to," Song Dongyang leaned on the soft armchair, put down his airs, and was contaminated with the breath of the world, "I only have three days of vacation, and I don't want anyone to disturb me and you."

"Don't repeat your lie yesterday."

I don't believe that Song Dongyang really wants to marry me, it's ridiculous.

"Chi Hui was indeed reborn." Song Dongyang insisted.

"It's hard for me to believe this statement. Maybe he bribed the people around me, maybe he has some special skills, such as divination?"

I tried to answer that "guess right" in other ways.

Song Dongyang looked at me quietly, he didn't refute, but I began to doubt my own judgment.

A reborn person?

That was ridiculous.

I took a breath and asked Song Dongyang: "In Chi Hui's memory, what happened to you and me?"

"I don't believe his words." Song Dongyang gave me an answer that surprised me, "He always pretends to be smart, trying to make me make choices that are more beneficial to him."

"Then why are you with him?" I'm not angry at all, not pretending, but really don't care.

"In order to know the future." Song Dongyang gave me the answer.

"Didn't you not believe what he said?"

"He can show me the future."

"He's a liar."

"I hope he's a liar."

"So, what kind of future do you see?"

He has been going around in circles, but it has made my interest more intense. Even if it is fake, I still want to know an answer.

"A very good future," Song Dongyang actually smiled, as bright and warm as when we were young, "We trust each other, fight side by side, have a harmonious relationship, and grow old together."

You are lying to me.

The words almost blurted out.

If he is lying to me, then in the future he sees, we no longer trust each other, we no longer fight side by side, and there are emotional conflicts. What is the difference between this and the present?

Should this so-called "future" be somewhat accurate?

I grabbed an apple casually, it wasn't as juicy as yesterday, and I didn't dislike it, so I wiped it with my palm and took a big bite.

I asked him, "So that child really isn't yours?"

"He is the son of the chief executive of the first district." Song Dongyang casually exploded a bomb.

"Who, Chi Hui's child?"

The probability of this is not high. It is said that the chief executive of the first district loves his wife like his life, and he doesn't seem to be someone who would cheat in marriage.

"Chi Hui."

"Chi Hui? Is he the son of the Chief Executive of District [-]?"

I tossed the half-eaten apple out of my hand, frankly full.I was thinking of the opportunity to kill Chi Hui in order to repay his "gift" to Chi's family, but I never thought that he would have such a powerful identity.

"Where did you get the news?"

"In the future I see, the chief executive of District [-] will come to District [-] to pick him up in person." Song Dongyang answered every question.

I thought about it, but I still felt that the logic was not right, so I asked him again: "Chi Hui has such a good background, why did you let him enter Chi's house? Send him back to the first district directly, and he likes you so much, why don't you just send him back to the first district?" Is it not good to cross eight districts and become a master?"

He didn't answer my question directly, but said: "Chi Hui's memory has gaps, he doesn't know his identity."

"And you are going to hide it from him?" I was a little tired of the tacit understanding between me and him, "You are so scumbag, no different from a cheating marriage."

"It's almost impossible to hide it." Song Dongyang replied softly.

"Why are you telling me this?" I looked at him inexplicably.

He laughed again, shaking his head while laughing, and said, "Probably because these words can only be said to you."

"Song Dongyang, you're a real talker," I couldn't help scolding him, "Are you going to concentrate the whole year's talk on these three days?"

Song Dongyang pursed his lips, but he didn't speak like that, maybe the effect of the medicine came up, he leaned on the sofa, and slowly closed his eyes.

The sun shone on his face, making him look fresh and handsome like a prince in a fairy tale.

In this almost quiet and beautiful atmosphere, I suddenly felt a little panic.

I raised my index finger, and quietly and secretly approached his nose. His warm breath spread on my fingertips. I withdrew my hand as if being burned, but breathed a sigh of relief—he still live.

Even when I hate him the most, hate him the most, and hate him the most, I hope he lives well.

Half of my life is mortgaged on him, even though we are thousands of miles apart, we are enemies and hate, and we swear we will never see each other again.

He slept for a while, then woke up again, and asked me, "What do you want for lunch?"

I looked at the gauze on his chest and asked him, "Can't you call your subordinates over?"

He looked at me for a while, and said in a compromised way: "Okay, I'll let them deliver the food."

After half an hour, I finally ate a meal that reached the average level of the ninth district. I ate very happily. When I looked up, I realized that Song Dongyang had stopped his movements and was staring at me.

I asked him, "What do you see me doing?"

He said in a calm tone: "I like you, it's true."

I smiled, lowered my head and ate my meal, and replied, "You're crazy."

He stopped talking.

After eating, the sky outside turned dark, and the dark clouds gathered together, as if it was going to rain heavily.

I'm not in a good mood, the heavy rain always reminds me of some bad memories, and in those bad memories, almost every time, there is Song Dongyang.

Song Dongyang gave himself another injection, walked to the window, opened half of the window, turned his head and said to me: "Chi Rui, come and chat."

"Come on," I refused him without hesitation, "I'm not a kid anymore."

Song Dongyang stopped talking, and even turned his head, only staring at the sky outside.

I was afraid of rainstorm and thunder and lightning. In my shallow memory, I was carried away from the warm room on that day.

I remember that I kept crying and shouting at that time, but what I got in return was the beating that seemed to never stop. From that night onwards, for a long time after that, I was afraid of heavy rain and thunder and lightning. Whenever a thunderstorm came, I would curl up into a ball, shivering.

Later, Song Dongyang discovered my secret. When I was very young, every thunderstorm, he would sneak over, hug me, and tell me "don't be afraid".

But when I grew up a little bit, he held my hand and forced me to run with him in the thunderstorm. He said, "I'm by your side."

It rained heavily that day, I could hardly open my eyes, I could only let him drag me forward, the cold water drenched my clothes, I had no strength left, I could only rely on my instinct to move forward step by step. Before, his hand became the only heat source for my body, and also became the only driving force for me to move forward.

Water gushed out of my eyes at some point, but it wasn't because of fear.

The rain quickly washed away my tears, and I shouted silently, as if venting all the sufferings in the past one by one, and finally I was exhausted and fell into a warm embrace.

I was in a mist, as if I heard the familiar voice again - "Don't be afraid".

From that day on, I was really not afraid anymore. Every thunderstorm day, if Song Dongyang and I had time, we would sit by the window, open half the window, and chat and chat with the accompaniment of the sound of rain and thunder. talk heart to heart.

Song Dongyang always sat by that half window, letting the rain slap on his body, he said: "Chi Rui, I owe you that night."

What he said was that he forced me to step into the rainstorm with him that night. I didn't blame him for a long time, but he still remembered.

He has always been in good health and never got sick from the rain. I tried to persuade him a few times, but I stopped trying to persuade him. I just scolded him: "You are such a paranoid."

He smiled and did not refute the sentence.

There are very few thunderstorms in District [-], and Song Dongyang and I haven’t chatted by the window on rainy days for a long time.

My eyes slipped over the gauze on his upper body, walked to the window, and closed the half window with my hand.