“…… Do I recognize myself? ”

Song Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what Jiang Huaixin was saying, and stood up suddenly, and couldn't help but sneer: "Yes, I know very well that I am too different from the two of you." You are the eldest young master from a wealthy family, and you are the dragon and phoenix among the people; As for me, I'm poor and stingy, and I care about a little money all day long-" She was originally a little guilty because she had an irrelevant Chu Songluo, but the more she talked, the more angry she became, and when she thought of her mother lying in the hospital, her voice trembled with anger, "Anyway, I know how to respect others, and when you invite others to an appointment, you must ask for a reservation first, and understand that others should be made slowly by making friends instead of investigating others casually!" ”

The previous sympathy and goodwill for Jiang Huaixin were all trampled underfoot.

Song Zhenzhen felt that she was impulsive and naïve - obviously she took advantage of the situation to agree, but she refused to be so suppressed and admit her self-esteem. She glanced at Chu Songluo, but found that he didn't seem to be angry, but frowned slightly. She bit her lip and pinched her palm fiercely, before she reluctantly calmed down: "In that case, then I'll go back to my original job and treat it as if it hadn't happened." ”

She turned around and was about to leave, but Chu Songluo grabbed her wrist.

"Don't pay attention to what he says."

Song Zhenzhen knew that it was wrong to be angry, but he still couldn't help but feel a little resentful of him, and raised his eyebrows and glared at him: "I'm not interested in participating in the brotherly struggle!" ”

"It has nothing to do with him." Chu Songluo whispered, "But...... Let me look at you for a moment. ”

- Huh?

Before Song Zhenzhen could react to what was going on in this scene, her hand was fiercely pulled out of Chu Songluo's hand. Jiang Huaixin smiled fakely: "Miss Song is leaving, it's better to leave early." Need me to send you? ”

His wrist hurt uncomfortably, but Song Zhenzhen heard him say this, and immediately slapped his hand away in retaliation, deciding not to pay attention to the strange two anymore, "I'll leave now!" He left the piano room in a huff. Barely keeping the demeanor of walking to leave the room, she immediately began to trot to the door—now that she was taking a taxi to work part-time, she shouldn't be late.

It was only when she was out of breath that she suddenly patted her head and remembered - hey, where's my bag?

***

First there was peace and joy, then when Song Zhenzhen was angry, he was guilty, then he hesitated to keep it, and finally he was rational and nostalgic. The emotion that came from the air now was boredom, but still endured with it.

But he didn't react to that Song Zhenzhen.

Is this what is called "love" pity?

No.

Love is nothing but self-gratification.

Chu Songluo glanced at him silently, then brushed his side to leave the room.

The disgust scraped his skin viciously, thinking that his emotions represented disgust for his actions, Jiang Huaixin could hardly control his emotions. Actions against reason are something he has always looked down on, but he can't help but speak sharply at the moment: "I didn't know my brother liked music-"

Chu Songluo stopped and turned to look at him.

"But a little money, in the end, it's all about buying people, why buy the kind that takes so long?" Jiang Huaixin smiled hypocritically and said sarcastically: "She's not as good as those-"

——！！

Jiang Huaixin covered his hot side face and blinked slowly.

Chu Songluo said: "Don't speak about things you don't understand, I don't want to waste time on this." ”

- Don't understand?

Jiang Huaixin felt ridiculous, he didn't know anything about his mood and thoughts for many years, and he regarded him as a younger brother from afar just out of a little guilt?

In this case, it is better not to have contact with it in the first place.

He wasn't incredulous, it just seemed like it took a little time to find some unfamiliar words to define the mood right now. "Wishful thinking", an evaluation of his state, forced him to find another word to define his current mood.

…… Grievance? It doesn't seem to work very well for me.

Jiang Huaixin looked directly back at Chu Songluo again, "Why is my brother so angry?" Is it because I'm telling the truth? ”

"Wait! Don't—to—move—hands——! ”

As soon as Song Zhenzhen trotted all the way back to get the bag, he found that the atmosphere between the two people was tense - Chu Song's eyes were cold, and there was anger in his eyes; But Jiang Huaixin's eyes were misty, he forced a smile, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and pounced to stop Chu Songluo, who had just raised his hand.

She ran all the way back, and this pounce weighed down all over her body. Chu Songluo was so pounced by her that he didn't stand and retreated a few times before holding her back against the wall.

Uh, it seems like I heard him gasp, no problem, right?

Song Zhenzhen hurriedly jumped out of his arms, looked at Jiang Huaixin who had just been trained, and suddenly felt a little guilty - after all, he heard that Jiang Huaixin was not treated well in the Chu family, and he caused him to be trained by Chu Song......

No matter what, you can't fight first, Song Zhenzhen recalled the classic sentence when appeasing the children who were fighting, and cautiously persuaded: "Fighting can't solve the problem, let's solve it peacefully, okay?" ”

Song Zhenzhen couldn't see it, but Jiang Huaixin was clear about Chu Songluo. He has been trained rigorously since he was a child, and it is impossible for him to hurt because Song Zhenzhen pounced like this. The black sweater was clinging to the waist, and a closer look at the left side of the abdomen showed a soaked patch - it was definitely an injury. I'm afraid I went out late at night and came back from being injured, but I just bandaged it hastily and came to see Song Zhenzhen.

He asked Song Zhenzhen to come this afternoon, and it was not without respect, but he was actually very busy, and he even had very little sleep time.

Do you want to see her even then?

Chu Songluo's expression was still cold and calm, and Jiang Huaixin glanced at him again, as if he had suddenly figured out a lot of things.

If he doesn't understand, tell him.

He hung up the smile that Jiang Huaixin should have again.

Gentle, natural, even a little shy.

"Miss Song, I'm sorry, I was too rude just now. Don't bother you to run around, just here. He walked towards Chu Songluo and said softly, "After all, my brother really doesn't know much about music, and I have to trouble you a lot." ”

When he was almost half a step away from Chu Songluo, Song Zhenzhen felt that the atmosphere was not right, and looked in horror at this stupid boy who had just been beaten so close, and whispered: "Peaceful way-peaceful way......"

Jiang Huaixin glanced back at her with a smile, "I'm about to settle it peacefully." ”

Song Zhen really wants to complain that it's not you who I reminded, friend! was stunned by Jiang Huaixin's next behavior-

The thin, thin boy put one hand on the waist of the man against the wall, and the other around his neck made him bow his head, and stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss.

Song Zhenzhen immediately picked up the bag he put on the ground and ran out of the door!

She suddenly completely forgave Jiang Huaixin, who had spoken ill of her before, and made up a lot of such and such plots in her own brain.

Oops, poor little brother, tsk.

Here, Jiang Huaixin actually pressed Chu Songluo's wound hard, which made him lower his head in pain.

Jiang Huaixin used to think that kissing was really disgusting—it was just an exchange of saliva, more like devouring each other, and he had no other thoughts than disgust.

But now he felt that his lips were much softer than they looked, there was a strange touch, the tip of his tongue delicately brushed his teeth, pried open, and met his - hot emotions wrapped around his skin, yes, Chu Songluo reacted to himself, and the heat of this emotion was superimposed on himself, making Jiang Huaixin feel a sweet and greasy thirst beyond his ability to bear. Just the kiss, the tip of the tongue touching, wandering, the exchange of breaths, made him overflow a sticky sigh from his throat and nose.

It seemed that this voice awakened Chu Songluo's reason, and the heat went away like a low tide, followed by guilt and helplessness - and surprise?

Chu Songluo pushed him away, his face condensed: "What are you doing." ”

"Do what?" Jiang Huaixin couldn't help but smile even more happily, "My brother obviously enjoys it too, why be so angry." ”

Chu Songluo didn't care about his wounds, lowered his eyes, and sighed softly: "...... I'm afraid you already know about the Jiang family back then. ”

He raised his eyes again, and his voice was low: "This matter is not done by my father, and I will return it to you in the future." You want to take revenge on me, there is really no need to use this way. ”

…… Well?

Jiang Huaixin, who reacted, almost couldn't hold back his smile-

- This, but, true, is, one, strange, wonderful, of, wrong, solution.

He smiled hard and asked, "Did my brother misunderstand something?" …… I didn't care about the Chu family's Jiang family. He glanced at Chu Songluo's still patient body, and smiled again: "I only care about my brother?" Besides, didn't my brother react to me too—"

Jiang Huaixin's honey-colored eyes like amber were as dark as a dark light, "-Doesn't my brother believe me......"

He wrapped his arms around Chu Song's waist again, bit off the collar of his sweater with his teeth, and rubbed and licked and kissed his neck finely, rubbing his body while rubbing his body, spraying his neck with a warm and dense snort.

The agitation of the blood accelerated, and the breathing became obviously unbearable, Jiang Huaixin was dragged by his hair and tilted his head and forced to leave him, but he still had an innocent smile on his face, and his eyes looked at Chu Songluo cleanly: "Doesn't my brother like this?" ”

He closed his eyes and raised his chin slightly to adjust his breathing, Jiang Huaixin saw his Adam's apple slide up and down, and then opened his eyes, looking a little tired. He didn't get angry, but said: "I do like men, but I don't have to pay you like this, I won't pay you back." But I can't entrust my life to you—at least kill Chu Han. ”

Chu Songluo's gaze looked directly at Jiang Huaixin, "Song Zhen is really my sibling sister, and her mother is also my mother—Chu Han hasn't found out yet, and I can't take the initiative to contact her." You don't have to get me wrong. ”

Jiang Huaixin immediately understood the reason for his depression and his hatred for Chu Han.

Yes...... It's weird.

There was an emotion that I had never experienced before, agitating and spreading in the chest.

It was soft, soft, but intense, and it made him feel a little sour and a little tingling.

And I was at a loss.

Rummage through definitions to name this emotion -

Not sympathy. Not pity.

He frowned slightly, showing signs of exhaustion under his eyes, and injuries on his body—though he didn't care about them just now.

It turned out that his injuries would hurt me as much, and all my actions would be constrained.

There is no doubt that Chu Songluo is stronger than Jiang Huaixin.

He has been secretly planning to gather the forces of all parties, and the official documents and entertainment can be handled, and the fighting skills and firearms are not a problem. In comparison, Jiang Huaixin is just a nominal young master.

But at this moment, he suddenly had this emotion of "wanting to protect him".

It's not rational, it's something you can't do.

Moreover, the uneasiness and confusion came from the fact that even if Jiang Huaixin felt pain for Chu Songluo's pain, their pain was not the same. He could feel all of Chu Songluo's emotions, but he couldn't really understand his pain.

The sense of isolation made him feel uneasy.

Jiang Huaixin reluctantly showed a smile: "...... I'm really sorry for Miss Song. ”

"—but she can't steal my brother from me." He gently pulled away Chu Songluo's hand that was behind his head, and this time he just hugged him simply and gently. The body temperature through the sweater, the calm and powerful agitation of the heart, the light mint fragrance of EdG, the inconspicuous smell of cigarettes, the subtle smell of the skin, and his silent emotions were all conveyed to him.

"If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh."

Chu Songluo's voice came through his chest.

"—your usual laughter is the same, it's always been an eyesore."

He pushed Jiang Huaixin away again, and then left the room.

Inexplicable emotions only flashed and did not occupy the thoughts. This time, Jiang Huaixin did not obstruct or lose - because no matter how many times he was pushed away, as long as he caught up again.

Pry open his lips, kiss his eyes, suck his earlobes, bite his chin, lick his Adam's apple and collarbone, bite his fingers and abs, cover his eyes and infect the rhythm of his breathing-

"Brother......

In order to stop the more and more excessive imagination, he had to raise his head and bite his thumb fiercely, and the corners of his eyes were dyed a light red color.

***

"What, why did you come to our school? Still in the same class as me? ”

Song Zhenzhen looked at Jiang Huaixin incredulously.

Jiang Huaixin, as always, smiled warmly and shyly, making the winter sun in the window behind him soften and shy.

"I accidentally overdone it, and I was kicked out of the house by my brother."

…… It's really too much, Song Zhenzhen nodded with emotion, but he still couldn't hold back the gossip, "Eh, what did your brother say?" ”

When it came to Chu Songluo, Song Zhenzhen seemed to see that the sunshine behind Jiang Huaixin was more gentle and bright. He propped his chin and replied with a gentle smile, "You didn't say you liked me, and you didn't say you didn't like me." He thought for a moment and added, "Miss Song, thank you for helping me, I misunderstood you before - I hope you don't rob my brother with me." ”

Jiang Huaixin lowered his eyes, his eyelashes drooped, and he looked like a bitter smile: "...... I sent someone under the fence, and only my brother was good to me. ”

Song Zhenzhen blinked his eyes: "-As long as you don't call me Miss Song again?" ”

***

The sky became dark, and a ragdoll cat with gray ears jumped onto Chu Songluo's balcony, shook the ash that had been sticky all the way, and called "Mi-".