My brother became a love brain

But he didn't look serious, obviously not normal, I thought for a moment, leaned over, and kissed his forehead.

I said, "I hope you come to pick me up soon."

We got so close that I even noticed that his earlobe was a little red, but before I could take a closer look, I was reminded by him: "You should go."

Well, I really should go.

I got out of the car, and the guards pushed me into the police station. I made a simple statement, and was arranged to be "imprisoned" in a single room. At this point, all the scenes that belonged to me have been performed.

Song Dongyang and I finalized the specific details in the wedding room. We cooperated tacitly. He faked his death and I was imprisoned, so that I could find out part of the truth and the forces hidden in the dark. Song Dongyang's arrangement was very appropriate. I touched the bed Soft mattress, almost sure, he knew our wedding would not be peaceful.

In the days that followed, apart from not having freedom, it was not that hard to endure. Although my cell was small and well-equipped, there was even hot water supply at night, so I could take a bath, and the police officers would respectfully bring me food and newspapers.

After watching Song Dongyang's "after death" performances one after another for fifteen days, I finally ushered in a new title-"Song Dongyang died and came back to life".

My fingertips touched the ink on the title, and I vaguely felt that I was witnessing a piece of history.

From that day on, the police officers treated me more respectfully. In my small room, someone would come in and clean it every day.

But intermittently, I still stayed for more than 40 days. During this period, a small policeman handed me a letter privately. The letter roughly meant that I could use the excuse of being bored and go outside for a while. Their people Will arrange for my jailbreak.

I thought the letter was almost an insult to my intelligence, so I passed it on to the police officer who visited me daily, and what he did with it was his business.

During the eight days I stayed in the police station, when I woke up, Song Dongyang was lying beside me. His hair had grown so long that it could almost hang over his shoulders. He stared at me silently.

I raised my hand, grabbed his hair, and asked him, "Is everything settled?"

He said "um", leaned over and kissed me, and we exchanged a long-lost reunion kiss.

Song Dongyang was so impulsive that he hugged me and left here, but I refused, it was really embarrassing.

So we held hands and walked out of the police station side by side. The reporter's long guns and short guns came to us. We dealt with them familiarly and put on the most appropriate posture. After the short interview, I remembered the last such scene. It was a few years ago, when I went to look for him in District [-].

In such a short period of time, so many ups and downs have happened, it is really incredible.

Song Dongyang prepared a wormwood bath for me to catch the wind and wash away the dust. I was lying well in the bathtub by myself, but he just wanted to squeeze over to join me, and his movements were very irregular. Most of the water was spilled out, and both of them were out of breath and had little strength.

Song Dongyang walked out of the bathtub first, and he stretched out his hand to me. I stared at him for a while, then held my hand, and stepped out of the bathtub.

We were like two soldiers who had just left the battlefield, helping each other into the bedroom, and lying on the soft mattress again.

Song Dongyang put his arms around my waist and asked me: "Is there any place you want to go, we can make up the honeymoon trip."

I asked him back, "Have you finished all your work?"

He didn't speak, and looked not in a good mood.

I closed my eyes and was about to sleep when I heard him ask me, "Why did you throw the knife out that day, why didn't you choose to assassinate me?"

"Zhou Feng is not trustworthy. Even if Zhou Feng is trustworthy, the people behind him are also not trustworthy. I don't need to take risks for them."

"What if someone you trust finds you, and if you kill me, you can save Chi's family and set yourself free?"

He chose to ask questions.

"The people I trust are very limited, and they generally won't let me personally take risks." I paused, and then said, "Song Dongyang, although you are an asshole, I won't kill someone just because I want to save other people's lives." you."

"What if we turned against each other, separated by human life, and had completely opposite positions?"

I don't know why Song Dongyang made this assumption, but the overwhelming sleepiness made me give an instinctive answer.

"I will never kill you for other people. If I insist on killing you, it should be because you are dying. I don't want you to die in the hands of others."

"Song Dongyang, if you are dead, I have nothing to live, even if I hate you."

Song Dongyang didn't say anything, and I fell asleep quickly, and slept until dawn.

The next day, Song Dongyang asked the lawyer to hand me a stack of documents. After a rough look, they were all assets under his name.

The lawyer said, these are all wedding presents from Song Dongyang, and I didn't refuse, took a pen and signed them directly.

The sun outside was very good, the sky was blue and white clouds, I put on my coat and tried to go out, unexpectedly, no one stopped me, but when I reached the gate, the familiar servant asked me: "Mr Chi, Do you want to send a car?"

I shook my head and said, "I want to walk a little way by myself."

The hottest season has passed, and now it is early autumn, the crowds on the streets are bustling, and the previous turmoil has completely subsided.

I went to a theater I was familiar with, watched a musical, and bought a few pieces of the latest clothing at random. When it was time to fill in the address of the mansion, the store naturally filled in the house where I was living.

He smiled all over his face and said, "Congratulations to Mr. Chi on his wedding."

I nodded and said to him with a smile, "Thank you."

After shopping for a long time, on the way back, I met many flower girls who sold flowers. They looked at me eagerly, but I turned a blind eye. Then I saw Song Dongyang at the end of the street.

There were no roses in his hand, but an extra umbrella. He said, "I heard that it will rain tonight. I'll come out to pick you up."

"What if it's not about to rain?" I asked a meaningless question.

"I want to see you, but I will come out to pick you up."

I laughed, for this thoughtful remark.

Song Dongyang took off his coat and put it on me naturally. He asked me, "Did you have a good time today?"

"Not bad," I gave a pertinent answer, "I will probably go to the bookstore tomorrow, I want to read a book."

"Have you considered being my advisor?" He asked me casually.

I also replied very casually: "No, it's not suitable for me to work hard. Didn't I agree that you will support me?"

Song Dongyang laughed, and his hands restlessly wrapped around my shoulders, and said, "I want to take you home."

I shook my head, with a cold face, and rejected his proposal again.