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After giving Song Jong-ki a large piece of fried chicken handed over, Song Jong-hyuk refused with a helpless smile.

"Hey, how much have you eaten? Eat a little more. Finally, I have a treat! ”

Song Jong-ki stretched his hand with disposable gloves forward again, trying to persuade his younger brother.

"No, no, I really can't eat it." Looking at the small stall of chicken bones scattered in front of him, Song Jong-hyuk couldn't help but rub his stomach, and the full feeling of fullness made him burp greatly.

"Looks like you're really not going to be able to do it." Song Zhongji had a sense of unfinished loss in his words, and disappeared in an instant: "Okay, don't eat any more when you're full, you can rest early, and I'll clean up the rest." ”

Song Jong-hyuk stood up, his body shook in command, and he held back the words he originally wanted to blurt out. It seems that not only is I full, but I am also a little drunk with beer.

Sweeping his gaze over the two dozen cans lying down at the foot of the table, Song Jong-hyuk had to admit that he was indeed having fun today.

casually greeted my brother: "Then please, brother, I'll go and rest first." ”

Seeing Song Jong-ki nodding in response, Song Jong-hyuk staggered towards the bedroom, and heard the laughter of his brother behind him: "Haha, look at you, you're all drunk, and it's not easy to walk." ”

I was shocked, I woke up most of the time, and I almost forgot that I couldn't let my brother know about the second injury to my left leg!

Three steps and two steps, back to the bedroom, slamming the door shut, Song Jong-hyuk leaned his back against the door and let out a long breath.

Finally, I got away.

"Meow", a soft scream, made Song Jong-hyuk's body stiffen. When he heard this, he relaxed, his original nervousness disappeared, and a smile appeared on his face.

Turning on the light, the room lit up, and Song Jong-hyuk looked at the coal lying on the bed with a smile.

"Little one, are you hiding here?"

Song Jong-hyuk walked to the bed, slowly lay down, and wrapped the coal in his arms. After a tiring day's work, he couldn't help but moan.

Coal tilted his head, stuck out his little red tongue, and licked Song Jong-hyuk's chin twice.

"Hehe, don't make a fuss." The feeling of stabbing made Song Jong-hyuk smile and let go, and his hand tightened. Coal obediently curled up in a ball, huddled in Song Jong-hyuk's arms, and licked his paws quietly.

Song Jong-hyuk was a little empty, staring blankly at the ceiling with his eyes on his own business. Fingers twitched lightly over coal-like fur, eliciting a series of comfortable whispers.

Today, in the car, Taeyeon wants to tell the truth, but is interrupted by her brother's phone call.

At that time, I was actually relieved, and even, faintly grateful, for this inopportune phone call.

I have to admit that although he is eager to recover his memory, when the truth is really coming, Song Jong-hyuk finds that he is very panicked in his heart.

That's right, Song Jong-hyuk is afraid from the bottom of his heart, his lost memories, his unknown past.

He was afraid that if he was really a complete bastard who had committed a heinous crime, as Taeyeon had said.

He was afraid that Song Jong-hyuk in the past was exactly the kind of person he hated and looked down on the most.

He was afraid, he didn't deserve it.

is not worthy of such an excellent brother, not worthy of his girlfriend Xiuying who loves him so much, and not worthy of the admiration and expectations of his colleagues' juniors.

A bastard Song Jong-hyuk, what qualifications does he have to be a doctor with a cheeky face and save other people's lives?

He doesn't deserve it!

There was a soft knock on the door, but it didn't open.

Song Jong-ki's voice came through the door: "Jong-hyuk, I'm done." Why don't you go to a shower and then go to sleep? ”

"No, brother, I went straight to sleep."

Song Jong-hyuk refused a little nervously, for fear that his brother would come in and talk and discover the little secret he was trying to hide.

"Oh, it's not early, you rest early. I went to sleep too. ”

Song Jong-ki said, but he couldn't hear the footsteps.

Song Jong-hyuk couldn't help but ask, "Is there anything else, brother?" ”

"Nothing." Song Jong-ki's voice sounded a little hesitant: "Jong-hyuk, brother is very happy today." ”

"Huh?" Asked suspiciously, Song Jong-hyuk straightened up and looked at the door.

"We two brothers haven't sat down for many years and had such a happy time eating and playing."

The door isolated Song Jong-ki's figure, and only a touch of black could be seen under the crack in the door, blocking the light in the living room.

"At that time, we came to school in Seoul, and we were busy with our own work, so we didn't have much time to get together." Song Jong-ki somehow chatted about sex and recalled the past: "Later, I made my debut as an actor, and I went from crew to crew all day long, and you also went to be a trainee, and you soaked in the company all day long, and there were fewer opportunities to meet." ”

"Anyway, brother is very happy today." There seems to be a lot more to say, but Song Jong-ki stopped abruptly here, just repeating it.

Hammering the door, he slowly paced away: "Good night." ”

Song Jong-hyuk's gaze, which has been staring at the door, seems to be able to pass through and see Song Jong-ki's departing figure.

He could clearly feel how complicated the emotions were in what Song Jong-ki had just said!

It was as if a stone had been pressed on my heart, and I felt very uncomfortable. Song Jong-hyuk shook his head, trying to drive the discomfort away from his body.

Playing with his phone irritably, he suddenly raised it in front of his eyes and stared at the screen.

The phone doesn't turn on, and it's still in the screen off state. The black screen reflects Song Jong-hyuk's own face, as if mocking him.

Song Jong-hyuk stepped forward and used the screen as a mirror, staring into the eyes of the man who was both familiar and strange.

The man in the mirror looked back at him.

"What kind of person are you?"

Poking his finger at the screen, Song Jong-hyuk muttered to himself.

No one answered him.

"Selfish and indifferent doctors? Trainees of the Proud Bastards? Which one is the real you? ”

enumerated like this, Song Jong-hyuk had to admit that these two identities did not conflict with each other, and they all sounded like they could be driven out......

"What kind of person am I?"

Raising his head and looking at the ceiling, Song Jong-hyuk asked himself helplessly.

Secretly made up his mind in his heart, Song Jong-hyuk picked up his mobile phone and dialed the phone.

"Yo Psi yo? Su-young? ”

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