"Didi" two electronic tones sounded, and the door of the apartment opened.

Song Jong-ki turned sideways and greeted his younger brother in the door: "See clearly, right?" The password is my birthday, 9019, remember? ”

Song Jong-hyuk was on crutches, his injured foot did not dare to exert force, and he slowly approached the open door of the cave, and looked in a little curiously, but he did not dare to enter as if he was resisting.

Song Jong-ki gently pushed Song Jong-hyuk's back: "Why are you still stunned?" Get in there, don't stand in the way. ”

Song Jong-hyuk then stretched out his crutches and stepped into the door with a little fear of the unknown.

To his surprise, the room was very simple, even simple.

The living room is less than 10 tsubos, and a coffee table is placed in the center, surrounded by a set of modular sofas. On the opposite side of the couch is a large rear-projection TV, and a flashing indicator light on the projector indicates that it is still working. Other than that, there is nothing else.

Song Jong-ki walked around from behind him to the front, took off his leather shoes, stepped on the floor with only socks, and beckoned to Song Jong-hyuk: "Hurry up and sit down, your legs are not good yet." He walked straight into the kitchen.

Song Jong-hyuk pouted a little helplessly, limped to the sofa with a cane, and sat down slowly.

I was just about to relax and sink into it for a good rest, when suddenly I felt something glucking under my buttocks. I stretched out my hand and groped for a long time, and when I took it out, it was a pair of socks that were already dirty.

Song Jong-hyuk turned his head and shouted in the direction of the kitchen with a smile: "Ah, brother, why are you so sloppy?" ”

"Huh?" Song Jong-ki threw his head up and poured a bottle of water into his head and popped up from the kitchen. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Jong-hyuk's stinky socks carefully pinched with two fingers, and immediately choked on a mouthful of water. "Ahem," he leaned over, coughing violently, and pressed his hand against his chest without a water bottle, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Ah, where did you find that?" Song Jong-ki hurriedly rushed out of the kitchen, snatched the socks from Song Jong-hyuk's hand with one hand, and handed over the water he had drunk half with the other.

Song Jong-hyuk was not pretentious, took it and swallowed a few mouthfuls, and after relieving the burning pain of the dry throat, he sighed with satisfaction and said to Song Jong-ki with a smile: "It's under my ass." ”

Song Jong-ki looked at his younger brother suspiciously, then at the sofa where he was sitting, scratched his head and said to himself: "Really? How can I not find it everywhere? ”

Song Jong-hyuk's eyes widened when he heard this, and he looked at his brother in disbelief.

Song Jong-ki also felt that he had completely found the wrong point, and smiled awkwardly: "That, I've been busy filming recently, and I fall asleep on the sofa when I come back every day, and I don't have time to clean up the house, so I ...... it."

Song Jong-hyuk glanced at it helplessly, only to find that not only was the sofa messy, but the coffee table close at hand was full of takeaway leftovers and packaging left behind, and there was a stack of paper pressed on the very edge. He just wanted to lean over and take it, but Song Jongji quickly grabbed it and put it away.

Seeing his younger brother looking at him puzzled, his eyes full of doubts, Song Jong Ki explained with a stern face: "This really can't be shown to you, it's taboo." This is the script for my filming. ”

At this point, Song Jong-ki is not a person who can't tell the difference, and immediately took his eyes off Song Jong-ki's hand holding the script.

He looked at the living room, which seemed a little empty because there was nothing, and asked Song Zhongji: "Brother, you have this piece of furniture here?" ”

Song Jong-ki knocked a chestnut on Song Jong-hyuk's head without any anger: "Ah, am I a big star?" How luxurious can you rent? This apartment has received a lot of dramas in the past year, and the company has seen my popularity increase, so I gave a reward, and it is already very good to have these basic furniture, okay? ”

Song Jong-hyuk nodded as if he didn't understand, and suddenly looked at Song Jong-ki's face and said with a teasing smile: "Actually, you just don't have any money, right?" ”

"Yikes!" Song Zhongji almost exploded, grabbed his younger brother's neck and pressed it down: "Stinky boy, dare to say anything." ”

"Brother, brother, I was wrong, I was wrong, please......" It wasn't until Song Jong-hyuk finally couldn't hold back and begged for mercy with a smile that Song Jong-ki let go of his hand proudly and said very firmly: "Look at it, my popularity is already very high now, and I am considered the leader of the new generation of actors." Don't laugh! Seeing his younger brother covering his mouth and snickering, he rolled his eyes and shouted, and continued to talk about his plans: "Wait for next year, I will pick a few good scripts, take on a few more plays, and my popularity will soar, and I will definitely become a top actor." When the time comes, don't say it's this kind of apartment, I'll sell you all the villas in Cheongdam-dong! ”

"Okay, okay, the villa in Cheongdam Cave, I'll wait." Song Jong-hyuk straightened up, touched his pinched neck, and said with a smile.

Watching his younger brother tidy up his messy hairstyle and clothes, Song Jong-ki sighed with feeling: "The last time the two of us fought like this, I don't know how long ago it was. ”

"Huh?" Song Jong Hyuk touched his bangs and looked at Song Jong Ki suspiciously: "Haven't we seen each other for a long time?" ”

Song Jong-ki sneered: "The stinky boy goes every day...... Outside, unless I call you, don't take the initiative to contact me at all. I had just debuted at that time, and I was rushing around all day long, so how could I have time to meet you? So it's just a phone call. ”

"Oh." Song Jong-hyuk sat back on the sofa with some disappointment. He wanted to take the opportunity to listen to Song Jong-ki talk more about his past and see if it could help restore his memory. But looking at it like this, it seems that my brother doesn't know much about his past self.

Song Jong-ki saw that he seemed to have touched his brother's sadness, and quickly ended the topic. He raised his hand and looked at his watch, and said to Song Jong-hyuk with a little regret: "Okay, it's time for me to go, there are still scenes on the set." The number of the takeaway is posted on the fridge, and I can order what I want to eat by myself, using my card. ”

He pointed to the location of the kitchen, took out a card and handed it to Song Jong-hyuk, and raised his chin towards the bedroom: "I'll go to your house and move all the necessary things." During this time, you will live with me in peace, and when you are healed, you want to stay here or move out again, and you are up to you. After saying this, Song Jong-ki stood up and prepared to go out.

Song Jong-hyuk couldn't care about crutches, stood up on one foot with his hand on the sofa, and called Song Jong-ki, who was wearing shoes in the entrance, but he didn't know what to say.

Song Zhongji turned his head and smiled: "It's okay, I'll come back early in the evening, and I'll surprise you then." ”

"Hmm." Song Jong-hyuk nodded, watched his brother wave at him, turned around and walked out the door.

Listening to the electronic sound of the door closing, Song Jong-hyuk sat down a little lost and buried himself completely in the sofa. He looked at the empty and silent living room, and a feeling of loneliness lingered in his heart.

I feel as if I'm a stranger......

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