[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

When the hands of the clock approached twelve o'clock, the screen of the mobile phone placed next to the pillow suddenly lit up, and the set alarm sounded.After half a minute, it was picked up by one hand, and then closed.

With a bang, the bedside lamp was turned on, and after a rustling sound, Brody got up from the bed, squatted in front of the bedside table and opened the drawer, took out something from it, and then walked outside.

The door of the bedroom was opened by him very carefully, and then he stepped out. He was wearing the kind of sleep shoes that are not easy to make a sound when he walks, and he still pays attention to every step he takes until he comes to the bedroom belonging to Bruce. In front of the door, he put his hand on the doorknob.

Brody's expression became more tense. He took a deep breath to make his hand more stable, and then twisted the handle bit by bit until there was a very slight 'click' sound. There was a gap in the door.

Brody breathed a sigh of relief, gripped the doorknob and slowly pushed in.

The whole process is almost silent, ensuring that people who are sleeping will not be awakened.

When the door was pushed halfway open, the person standing outside stopped, then moved his body, squeezed in, looked at the bed for the first time, and then froze.

I imagined that the bed where the person was lying was empty.

Brody lowered his head in a daze, looking at what he was holding in his hand.It was a black velvet box containing a birthday present he had made himself.

Originally, Brody had planned it all. He set the alarm clock at twelve o'clock on his mobile phone, and then quietly came to Bruce's room, put his gift next to his pillow, and then slipped back to his bedroom and waited until the time came. He'd be in Bruce's bedroom again the next day, and wait to see his brother's surprised face—Brody figured he'd be up earlier than the sleepy Bruce.

He figured he must have been the first to give Bruce a birthday present.

However, at this moment, Bruce was not in his bed.

Brody stood at the door, looking at the empty bedroom without blinking, with only one question in his mind.

Where did Bruce go?Did he go out again tonight to those all-night private parties?

Brody was inevitably a little disappointed, probably because the imaginary plan failed at the first step.Afterwards, Brody waited for a while, but still did not wait for Bruce to come back, finally he could only sigh, then closed the door and went back to the corridor.

When Brody reached the stairs, he couldn't help but walk down the stairs, only took a few steps, then grabbed the escalator, poked his head out and looked down.

It was just a kind of futile behavior that was not reconciled, but Brody thought with some hope in his heart that maybe Bruce would come back at this time.

Brody could see that the door was closed by the light coming from nowhere in the hall, and there was no headlight coming in through the windows in the wall.

Brody sighed again, he withdrew his head, and was about to go back to his bedroom. He thought maybe he would have to wait until Bruce came back tomorrow to give him this birthday present.

……and many more.

Brody's movements paused, he turned his head, stared at the stairs, suddenly took a few steps down, stretched out his head again, and looked towards the living room. Because of the light, he could barely see the general situation clearly.

The question is, where is the light coming from?

Maybe something happened to Alfred?Brody thought, but his legs had already strode out uncontrollably. By the time he realized it, he had already walked half of the stairs. This made him couldn't help raising his hand to touch his nose, and coughed a few times. I was amused by my own behavior.

Well, he admitted, he actually wished that Bruce had made it.

As he got closer and closer to the living room, when he went down the stairs and passed through the door with a circular arc top, he finally realized where the light was coming from, because Alfred's voice was floating from the kitchen. come out.

"It looks great, sir, better than anything you've tried before."

It appears that Bruce is indeed here.

Brody's eyes lit up, and he took out the box that was already in the pocket of his pajamas, put it behind his back, walked over silently, leaned on the door and poked his head out.

Alfred turned his back to him, just blocking Bruce's figure. From Brody's perspective, he could only see Bruce bent over and didn't know what he was doing. A sweet smell.

"Is it a little too sweet, Ah Fu?"

Bruce's voice was deeper than usual, and what he said made Brody look puzzled.

sweet?

"I think the sweetness is just right," Alfred replied, "Maybe you can add blueberries, and the shape should be even better."

"But I think enough has been put in."

The curiosity on Brody's face intensified, and he felt that if he guessed correctly, this conversation, and this smell in the air... Does it mean that Bruce is making a snack with his own hands?

Stay up late at night and come to the kitchen to make snacks?

Brody blinked, he couldn't understand the logic of this, he said, if you want to eat dessert, wouldn't it be better to do it during the day?

The two people in the kitchen did not notice the head protruding from the door.

Bruce withdrew his hand after lightly putting down the last plump violet blueberry. He straightened up and let out a long sigh of relief. He only felt that this short period of time was more tiring than his training all afternoon, mainly because With the tense feeling in his mind, Bruce was afraid that if he didn't pay attention at that moment, his success would fall short.

Fortunately, he succeeded this time.

Bruce even forgot that he was still wearing an apron around his waist. He took a step back, admired his finished product for a while, and then turned his head to say something to Alfred. A little childish.

Until he saw the very familiar head at the door.

Bruce: "..."

Brody looked at the white traces of flour on his brother's face here and there, and the colorful stains like jam left on the white clothes, his eyes widened, and he burst out laughing, but soon hard Shengsheng suppressed the smile on his lips, and raised his hand to greet his brother.

"Hi."

After hearing Brody's voice, Alfred also turned around. When he saw Brody, he quickly glanced at the stiff expression on his master's face.

"Cough," he coughed with his fist pressed against his lips, "it seems that the surprise you want to prepare is about to be discovered, sir."

"surprise?"

Brody caught the word with a sharp ear. He opened the door, blinked a few times, and didn't go straight into the kitchen, but asked first, "Can I have a look?"

Bruce looked at him for a while, his tense shoulders drooped, although he was surprised by Brody's sudden appearance, but——

"come in."

It was originally made for you.

After getting permission, Brody immediately straightened up and walked in. He walked around Alfred and saw the birthday cake on the table at first sight.

The surface layer of the birthday cake is light blue, a bit like the color of Brody's eyes, the outer ring is painted with chocolate and cream to form a bow tie pattern, and the top is surrounded by a circle of wavy cream, blueberry It is filled inside, and in the center is a small black bat, but it looks very cute because of its chubby and short figure.

Brody opened his mouth, momentarily shocked and a little speechless.

He immediately thought of the magazine that Bruce had shown him. Although this birthday cake had a little chubby bat on it, and it didn't look as perfect as the pattern, it was indeed the same as the cake he had chosen at the beginning. The style is about the same.

"so……"

Brody's eyes widened, and when he came back to his senses, he immediately looked at Bruce, "This...is this for me?"

Bruce's eyes faltered for a while, then quickly retracted, and Brody looked at each other.

"Ah."

"Can I have a taste?" Brody said immediately, and after Bruce nodded, he even stretched out his hand impatiently, but when he was about to touch the cake with the knife that Afu handed him, he stopped. Living.

Bruce's hand hanging by his side unconsciously moved, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and he said in a low voice, "What's wrong?" His eyes were fixed on Brody.

Brody raised his hand and scratched his cheek, with a hesitant expression on his face, "...I just feel a little bit reluctant."

"...you like it very much?"

"Of course!" Brody affirmed Bruce's question without thinking, "You made this for me, Bruce, this is your birthday cake for me, how could I not like it!"

"..." Bruce cleared his throat, his hands that were about to be clenched into fists gradually loosened, he breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and then said, "Let's taste it, later..." He paused, his lips moved , and said in a low voice, "... I will make it for you in the future."

In response to Bruce's promise, Brody hugged his brother with open arms, and smiled contentedly and happily.

He has the best brother ever!

Bruce reached out and hugged him, and whispered: "Happy Birthday." He watched Brody let go of him, stood in front of the table again, and cut the cake with obvious respect, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a smile.

Brody divided this not too big birthday cake into three pieces, one piece was just right for each person.

To be honest, the cake is actually a bit sweet, the cream is spread a bit too much, and even the white sugar has not melted, but Brody thinks this is the best birthday cake he has ever eaten, because it is Bruce made it himself.

It is unique.

After eating, Brody enthusiastically asked about Bruce's experience of making cakes, and Alfred happily shared with him, while Bruce listened with an unnatural expression on his face, with "No You can skip this topic'.

It wasn't until Brody was satisfied with what he heard, that he ended the topic, put his brother's shoulders on his shoulders, and went upstairs together slowly, and walked to the door of Bruce's bedroom together.

"I thought it was time for you to go to bed." Bruce looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Brody shook his head and said mysteriously, "Quick, close your eyes."

Bruce vaguely felt that he seemed to have guessed something, but he closed his eyes as he said, and then he felt his right hand being grabbed and lifted up, and there was something extra in the palm of his hand.

"Happy birthday."

"—My Soul Brother."