The Charming Cannon Fodder

The most conspicuous is the scattered photo.

In the photo, the gentle boy in a white shirt smiled cleanly and warmly. He was bowing his head and gently putting a warm peach blossom in the girl's hairpin.

And the girl who was treated with tenderness by the boy looked up at the boy, with a smile of admiration in his eyes clearly. There seemed to be a breeze blowing, blowing the girl in a white long dress and blowing the warm-colored peach blossoms, gorgeous and beautiful.

Obviously, this is a snapped photo, but it is warm and dazzling.

Even in the page of the diary with the photo, there is a pen-written, penetrating sentence that records the tenderness of the pair of teenagers and girls who seem to be lovers in the photo.

-Yan Fan, I miss you very much.

Strong and deep-rooted.

It is just a simple six words and a photo, but Song Shunan feels that it is as important as it is.

He stared at the photo and the page of diary closely, his thoughts rolled, and a stormy sea was also set off in his heart.

He thought that the girl who didn't know about love and should be held in the palm of his hand not only knew about love, but even fell in love with others when he didn't even know it.

how come?

But why not?

Even though he didn't want to face it, the facts were before his eyes.

Is she with that boy already?

When did this happen? Why would he not realize it at all.

Who seduced the girl he was protecting?

If we are together, this line seems to be filled with despair. What is he?

Just as Song Shunan's eyes were locked on the fallen diary and photos, Ying Rusheng had picked up the diary first and put it away.

It was also when the girl picked up the diary, Song Shunan saw the boy's full name.

-Wen Yan Fan.

A very gentle name, but it made him want to tear him apart.

When I think that I can only be my elder brother and protect the girl now, even because of the girl’s young age, I forcefully suppress my heart and approach her without overstepping the rules, while someone steals his treasures without his knowledge. , He hated that he could completely destroy the man who seduced his girl.

The girl didn't know what her brother was thinking, she just calmly put away the diary and put it back into the bag.

Wen Yanfan is the boy that Primordial likes and his first love. Primordial was with him. It's just that this premature love affair finally ended in the accidental death of the teenager.

After the boy's death, the original body can't forget, he never liked others, and never got close to them. It's a bit funny to say that the original body is the female partner in the two novels, but the lover is not the male lead, or even the male lead.

But this has nothing to do with her.

Whoever loves who, who does not love who, is never within her care.

Because in Ying Rusheng's eyes, love is too small and insignificant for her life.

But according to the madness of the original body who likes to speak and speak, it is not uncommon for her to have a diary in her bag.

Song Shunan took a long time to recover, and saw that the girl had already begun to sort out the information. It seemed that what happened just now had nothing to do with her. But if it really doesn't matter, why would such diaries and photos be kept in a bag?

He looked at the girl, his eyes gloomy, "Is the person in the photo the boy Sheng Sheng likes?"

He asked, his voice hoarse and low.

Suddenly asked about his love affair, Ying Rusheng suddenly felt a bit of embarrassment of being discovered by her brother's puppies. Although it was not her puppies, it was her who was under this skin.

What's more, the age at which the original body and Wen Yanfan fell in love are indeed a definite puppy love.

But in the face of Song Shunan's question, she had to answer, and could only say in embarrassment, "...Yes."

The photos and diaries have been seen, and denying it again is a bit overwhelming. It's better to admit frankly, no one will do anything to her anyway, why is she embarrassed and guilty?

At the moment when he heard the girl's affirmative answer, Song Shunan only felt that his whole heart was twitching violently. It was crazy jealousy and a sudden gloomy devouring emotion.

But he has always been accustomed to his emotions and anger, so even at the moment when the stormy sea is rising from the bottom of his heart, his face is calm, but a pair of long and narrow eyes are tightly locked on the girl, "I am already with him. ?"

He asked again, his voice calming slightly.

Ying Rusheng: emmmmm? ? ?

This question...

This question made her want to learn the tone of the mentally retarded 250 system: kiss, this question is too esoteric.

She pondered carefully. When Wen Yanfan died, Yuan Shi did not break up with him, and in the end Yuan Shi still regarded Wen Yanfan as her boyfriend.

So... "...together" right?

The boyfriend is dead.

But that’s okay. It is estimated that the original body has gone to kiss him and fell in love, so they are also together... right?

Song Shunan's dim look was not even warmed by the warm light. He asked vaguely, "How come you have a boyfriend and haven't mentioned it to me? Are you worried that I will object?"

He had never heard her mention the name Wen Yan Fan.

When was she with the teenager in the photo? Recently? After all, she had a marriage contract with Lu Yujin before, and she had never objected to it. It should not have been together at that time or before.

But if they were only recently together, why didn't he notice it at all? And she in the photo looks smaller than she is now.

Song Shunan failed to figure out the key.

Ying Rusheng didn’t really want to mention the things about Wen Yan Fan. After all, they were all things that belonged to the original body in the past. It has nothing to do with her, and she doesn’t care about it. Therefore, she vaguely wanted to perfuse the past, "Being together for a while , I didn’t tell you guys just for some reasons. I have to prepare for the competition today, and I’ll talk to my big brother the next day.”

She opened a page of information, "By the way, brother, what's the matter with this problem?"

She didn't choose a very obscure way of changing the subject, but obviously didn't want to mention it, and let Song Shunan know that she didn't really want to talk about it.

Song Shunan naturally noticed the girl’s reluctance to mention it. His heart deepened, but there was a gentle smile on his face. With the girl’s perfunctory, he turned the page over the matter and gently explained it to the girl. Her confusion came.

When it was late at night, the girl went back to rest.

The moment the door closed, all the smiles in his eyes disappeared without a trace, leaving only an endless dullness.

Then he dialed the secretary's phone.

One of the secretaries living next door to the assistant was dumbfounded when he received the call. Why did Mr. Song call in the middle of the night to ask him to find out a young boy who seemed insignificant?

And it sounds like Mr. Song's tone is particularly unhappy.

This kind of speculation was clearly felt when he went to the company with Mr. Song the next day.

Although Mr. Song didn't have much smile on his face in the past, Mr. Song is clearly emotional today, and there seems to be air-conditioning overflowing all over his body, making everyone afraid to take a breath all day.

This coldness was not completely relieved until Mr. Song saw Miss Song.

Ying Rusheng was busy with the competition for a day. In the afternoon, Song Shunan came to the competition venue to pick her up. She happily shared the joy of winning with him, and the two went to the restaurant to celebrate.

It's just that it rained this day. When the two returned from the restaurant to the hotel, their clothes were more or less wet, so they went back to the room to take a shower and change clothes.

After Song Shunan finished sorting, he brought hot milk to Yingrusheng's room.

Ying Rusheng had just finished taking a bath at the time, and when he saw Song Shunan with milk, he smiled, took the milk, and let him in, "Big brother is tidying up quickly."

Perhaps because she had just finished taking a shower, the girl hadn't put on her nightdress, she was just wearing a tunic dressing gown, and her white cheeks were smeared with a light crimson because of the heat in the bathroom, and there were even crystal drops of water running down The girl's white and slender neck slid deeper.

Seeing the appearance of the young girl, Song Shunan's eyes darkened uncontrollably, and immediately moved away from her eyes calmly. His girl is so young, he shouldn't have such thoughts about her, but he can't control his thoughts at all, he wants to be close to her, and he also wants her to be close to himself.

Suddenly, he thought, if she knew that her brother coveted her like this, would she feel sick and disgusted?

His heart suddenly tightened, and he endured the mixed tears in his heart, and smiled gently at her: "My hair is short, and your hair is a lot longer. Of course, it will take longer."

He touched her hair and saw that it was all dry, before he said, "The milk is still hot. Drink it and rest early. It just happens that the game is over today. You can go to bed early. I will take you out for a walk tomorrow."

"Okay." Ying Rusheng obediently responded, drinking milk slowly.

Song Shunan sat beside her, looking at her without a trace.

The nightgown on her is white, not like the red dresses she wears all through, but more like the white long skirt with the hem in the breeze in the photo yesterday.

In the photo, a clean boy in a white shirt and an innocent girl in a white skirt smiled at each other.

It's a perfect match.

There was endless depression in his heart.

After a while, he seemed to ask casually, "I think you like the white dress that I saw during dinner today. Why don't you agree to take it away?"

They passed by a shop when they were eating. There was a long flowing white dress hanging in the window. She stopped for a long time, but finally refused to take it away.

Thinking of the white dress, Ying Rusheng smiled and said, "I still don’t take it away. Although it feels beautiful, it doesn’t fit my style. It might be strange to wear it. I still prefer red and red. More vitality."

Compared to a pure white dress, a red dress is more suitable for her.

Besides, after so many years, she is more used to red skirts.

Ying Rusheng didn't say, Song Shunan didn't know the reason, but 052 who read Ying Rusheng's information knew why Ying Rusheng didn't like wearing white skirts.

In fact, its host is actually pitiful.

It feels distressed, but it also feels that Yingrusheng is the only one who walks over like that. Because if there was no such a past, Yingrusheng might have become beautiful and gentle, but in fact, it would not be the beautiful and gentle Yingrusheng today.

Ying Rusheng’s tone is the usual gentle and bland, Song Shunan did not have the slightest sadness or emotional ups and downs, but he inexplicably didn’t believe it, "Red and white have their own characteristics, you are very suitable to wear it, but Since you don’t like it, don’t let it go. We’ll look at other things we like tomorrow.”

It's just...Is it really not taken away because it is inappropriate? still is…

"You pick it slowly tomorrow, and pick more, you won't be able to take it away." He was extremely vague and pointed.

Is it because that boy didn't want to take it away?

The moment Song Shunan spoke, Ying Rusheng felt that his mind was blank for a moment.

Don't take it away.

Can't take it away.

The three words are exactly the same, but the order is reversed, but the meaning is completely different.

——"You said so much, I can't remember."

——"I originally wanted to write a note to you, but after thinking about it, I'm afraid you won't take it away. I still think it would be better to explain you verbally."

So in fact, it's not that she is afraid that she won't take it, but that she can't take it.

I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to take the note when she went through the world, so I gave her all the dictation.

Her heart sank, and the glass in her hand slipped unconsciously.

Wen Xinglan, you lunatic!

In fact, it has been so long, and she has never wanted to understand when Wen Xinglan knew that she was leaving not that country, but that world.

After all, she had never mentioned in front of him that it was this world that she was leaving, and how could Wen Xinglan dare to believe such a ridiculous thing?

But he was sure.

However, she still doesn't understand why. But this secret has been buried forever with Wen Xinglan's death.

She may not know the answer.

Song Shunan was very keen, and instantly caught Ying Rusheng's shock, his heart sinking deeper, his eyes swept with the dark red of the mountain rain.

Is it because of that boy that made me gaffe?

Is that boy so important to her? It was so important that he just mentioned a few words vaguely, and she was so gagged for him.

At the moment when the crisp glass cracking sounded, Ying Rusheng suddenly recovered from his thoughts, and Wen Xinglan's figure disappeared. When he raised his eyes, it was Song Shunan who was facing the moment that it was too late. Surging look.

A deep thought slipped through her eyes, and at the same time she gathered her thoughts, and explained, "I slipped my hand just now and the cup accidentally dropped."

Song Shunan's emotions were collected extremely quickly, and when she swept over, she had already collected her emotions and sat next to her, "Did you hurt?"

"No." Ying Rusheng allowed Song Shunan to check his body, "I really didn't get hurt, brother, don't worry."

After confirming that Ying Rusheng was okay, Song Shunan supported her and asked her to walk out carefully avoiding the glass slag, "Be careful, there may be invisible small glass shards on the ground, don't hurt it."

"Hmm."

After she came out, he said again, "I'll call someone up to clean up."

The two brothers and sisters seemed to have forgotten the white dress discussed at first because of the broken glass, and did not mention it any more.

When the glass dross were cleaned up, it was not too early, Song Shunan gently touched the girl's head, and then asked the girl not to stay up late before leaving.

After the door was taken, Ying Rusheng stood for a while, but she still didn't really understand the meaning of Wen Xinglan's words.

She is actually grateful for Wen Xinglan. They have been together for five years. He has always been gentle and considerate and taught her acting skills without reservation.

If it wasn't for hurting her hand, she wouldn't intend to stay in that world at first, but as long as he can accept it, although there is no love, she might actually be willing to be with Wen Xinglan for a lifetime.

It's just a pity that when she arrived in that world, her hand had been hurt completely, so she didn't intend to live with anyone for a long time from the beginning, and wanted to maintain such a short-term relationship with Wen Xinglan.

But whether she ever thought of staying with him for the rest of her life, she hoped that he would live well, but she did not expect that he would be so decisive. He didn't threaten her to stay, didn't force her to stay, but kept himself.

Just to make her remember that there was a person like him in her long life.

does it worth?

Ying Rusheng couldn't get the answer.

Perhaps for her, this approach is stupid, but for Wen Xinglan, that is what he wants to grow old.

After standing for a long time, she walked back.

As she passed by the living room, she thoughtfully looked at the place where there was no glass slag. The expression in Song Shunan's eyes was too fast just now, she didn't see too clearly, but still vaguely saw a little bit. She didn't think she was wrong.

After groaning for a while, when a thunder fell, she opened a bottle of red wine in the room, took a sip, and vomited it out again. Then he messed up his hair and went out with a soft pillow.

Just after Song Shunan put on his nightgown, he heard the doorbell. He opened the door and was surprised to find that it was Ying Rusheng.

At this moment, she is still wearing the nightgown just before his door, but it is a little messy, and her hair is scattered around her shoulders. Her eyes are as soft and misty as spring water, but there is a panic in the depths of her eyes. The hands on the soft pillow were so tight that the knuckles were slightly white.

This is completely different from the calm softness in the usual days.

Although he still didn’t know what happened, she was very distressed by her. He pulled her in the door and was about to rub her head as usual before realizing that she seemed to have just got up from the bed and was softened. The nightgown that was half-covered by the pillow was slightly pulled to the shoulders, and the white and elegant collarbone was leaked.

He struggling to move his eyes away, imprisoning the beast in his heart, then raised his hand and tugged at her slipped nightgown, "What happened to Shengsheng?"

Getting closer, he faintly smelled the faint smell of wine on her.

Is she drinking again?

No wonder there is something wrong with her expression.

Although Ying Rusheng deliberately dipped some wine, she vomited it out afterwards, so she was not drunk at all.

She deliberately let go of the softness between her eyebrows, seemingly embarrassed, "Brother, the thunder is a bit loud outside, I'm not...not used to it, can I sleep in your second bedroom?"

Both she and Song Shunan live in the presidential suite, which is divided into master and second bedroom. There is also a door between the master and the second bedroom, but it doesn't seem ambiguous and close at all.

In ordinary people’s homes, it’s not uncommon for brothers and sisters to go out to live in a suite. It’s just that the Song family is a famous family and the family conditions are top-notch. Why would Ying Rusheng live in Song Shunan’s second bedroom for such a small room? After all, even Song Shunan's assistant and secretary have separate rooms.

Although the girl concealed her well and her words were not too timid, the slackness and slight anxiety between her eyebrows and eyes were faintly revealed.

The white light outside faintly flashed, and the girl's pupils suddenly shrank.

Song Shunan instantly understood the reason why the girl appeared outside his room at this moment.

He looked at the delicate girl in front of him, his eyes sinking, but it was the distressed girl who overwhelmed the wanton frenzy in his heart. He rubbed the girl's head and led her to the bedroom, "You can sleep in the master bedroom, and I will sleep in the second bedroom."

Because he knew the existence of that boy, he was actually a little faintly unable to suppress his inner emotions. He could not bear that the girl he spoiled and loved fell in love with others, was with others, or even married others, but he Can only exist as her brother.

But in the same way, he didn't want to hurt her, so he actually didn't want the girl to be in the same room with him at this time. He was afraid that he would hurt her.

This is not what he wants to see.

"I sleep……"

Before the girl had finished speaking, Song Shunan interrupted her, "Shengsheng listens to what the big brother said, okay?"

He knew that the drunk girl was dim, not particularly sober, but especially obedient. Therefore, he deliberately brought out the brother status that he didn't want to face very much, and let her go to the master bedroom obediently.

Sure enough, under his insistence, the girl didn't make a sound again, and he was placed on the bed of the master bedroom.

He pinched the quilt for her, "Go to sleep, I'll handle official duties over there."

His implication is that he will not go far, let her sleep peacefully.

The girl seemed to understand the meaning, curled up in the quilt and fell asleep peacefully, and her slightly frowned brows were also loosened by the sound of gradually steady breathing.

Song Shunan looked down at the girl who had fallen asleep in An Ran, with complex expressions in her eyes, and her slender fingers slid over the girl's white and soft face unconsciously. The girl seemed to feel the warmth, she rubbed his palm unconsciously, like a well-behaved cat, and a deep smile appeared in his eyes.

Only at this time did he dare to look at her like this.

He failed to take good care of her heart. She gave it to others when he didn't know it, and even had a boyfriend. What should he do?

Forcibly dismantle them?

If the girl cannot get out of the pain because he is forcibly separated from the person he likes, and hates him, is he willing to see it?

Although they are in such a relationship, because they are too young, they usually don't go long, maybe as long as he stays by her side and waits for him to break up, they can't go on anymore.

But he was unwilling to gamble with her heart, unwilling to rely on the meager possibility, after all, the girls he knew were always rational and calm. In this way, she will fall in love with a boy and decide to go with that boy. It is by no means a momentary impulse, and it will certainly not be as easy to separate as other girls, and may even come to the end.

But he was unwilling to be just her elder brother, nor was he willing to be her elder brother only.

Thoughts went back and forth thousands of times, but they were still chaotic.

In the end, he just leaned slightly and twisted the quilt for the girl.

When the light peach blossom scent lingered on the young girl's breath, his heart was quiet a little bit, but he couldn't help but immediately wondered whether the girl liked the peach blossom so much, could it be because of that boy?

In that photo, the flying peach blossoms and the peach blossoms in the boy's hands are too dazzling.

But before he could think more, the doorbell rang again.

The secretary took the information found.

——About gentle talk and brahman.

When the night was getting dark, Song Shunan held the pile of materials and stood in front of the window.

The sound of rain outside the wide French window was thunderous. Although this sound did not fill the room at all, he seemed to be able to hear it clearly, like his heart was torn violently.

He didn't know whether he should be happy or painful, or whether it was both.

The young man named Wen Yanfan had died in an accident. Everything he was anxious about did not exist, so he should be happy.

But that boy had been dead for so long, and she still remembered him firmly, even she kept his pictures by her side at all times, recording her miss of him. There is such a heavy weight in her heart, or a person who has passed away, how can he drive away? So he hurts.

At some point, he unexpectedly came to the girl's bed.

The girl had fallen asleep, cleverly nestled in the soft quilt, but the quilt he had pinched for her before he left was lifted a little by herself, half covering her shoulder.

When she came, the nightgown was loose, and although there was a nightgown in it, he pulled it up for her, but when he left she obviously moved and the nightgown slipped again.

The ink-colored hair was scattered on the side of her white shoulders and half-covered Xiuya's collarbone, but she couldn't cover it up. The half-covered and half-covered cage was just for her pure and transparent cage that shouldn't belong to a girl. charming.

Snow skin, ink hair.

The simplest black and white two-color interweaving, but it seems to be entangled in Song Shunan's heart. He wants to look away, but he is a little uncontrollable. The expression in the narrow and deep phoenix eyes is getting deeper, like the abyss of dark night, black and black. , Seems to be able to swallow people's hearts.

He was like an elegant cheetah lurking in the dark night, and the cute little white fox lay unsuspectingly in front of him and fell asleep, but he had to suppress all the emotions in his heart.

For a long time, he reluctantly restrained himself, put the quilt on the girl again, and then withdrew his hand little by little, but after all he couldn't help but leaned over and kissed the girl's forehead, solemnly and cherished, "Good night."

This time he stayed for a long time, and the warm breath lingered in the girl's breath. The girl seemed to perceive it, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was about to wake up.

He was shocked, and was about to get up, but suddenly his wrist was held by a soft little hand, but the girl he thought was supposed to be awake was still asleep peacefully, as if just about to move.

He quietly looked at the girl who seemed to have fallen asleep again, and felt the warmth of his wrist, but it could heat his heart.

The girl's hands were soft and feeble, as long as he wanted, he could untie it with a flick.

He did that too. He couldn't stay anymore, and if he stayed, he didn't know if he could control the beast that he had barely imprisoned in his heart.

However, at the moment he was about to untie the girl’s hand, the girl seemed to perceive it again, and she held his wrist tightly, and a soft and pleading voice came in a low voice, "...Yan Fan, don’t leave me ."

Author: Big Brother reality miserable, but I did sympathize, even a little excitement ha ha ha.

Sure enough, I am a stepmother.

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I gave up struggling completely, and suddenly realized that this story is a bit long, but it’s not really suitable for writing quick wear. I tried to compress the plot as much as possible. It’s still so long.

I cried. Sure enough, I'm not suitable for writing fast wear. I call it slow wear at best.

Forget it, let's do it, the big deal is to write less about the world.

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The academic settings I set for the male protagonists have always been pretty awesome. In fact, it's just reading a novel. Anyway, I don't have this awesome level, and I don't feel that I need to use the actual situation, but I'm really afraid of spitting out casually.

Let me explain.

I actually set the academic qualifications of the male protagonists according to the examples in real life. There are similarities in our university classes. The undergraduates have exchanged in Oxford and Cambridge, and then directly applied for the doctoral degree. The undergraduate application for doctoral degree here does not mean Direct Ph.D. in China, but abroad. There is a situation where particularly outstanding undergraduates go directly to Ph.D. and graduate with Ph.D. in three years, without master's level.

Of course this is very awesome, and I am a weak chicken...emmm can only read it honestly, after all, I am just a baby, I am weak and proud.

In fact, many times when I write content, I like to find practical references, including the strong acid dissolving the human body that Wen Xinglan experienced when he was a child in the last world. It is also a real event in modern times. I adapted it.

Cough cough cough, too cruel and bloody, it is not recommended to find this thing to understand. At that time, I only saw the text description, the bones of the human body after being dissolved, and the restored virtual video. They were all creepy emmmmmmm. The psychological shadow area is large... Many people, Wen Xinglan is already very good.

It also includes the loss of Shengsheng in the last world, and then mom and dad find the wrong person, and finally find out that they have confessed to the wrong child. They are all modern.

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