Song Jingxian really thought about it seriously, no matter how disappointed Song Zhao was in what he did three years ago, he was so disappointed that he wanted to cut off relations with her.

But she has always been his sister by blood, no matter how cold he is, when Song Zhao marries in the future, he can't really ignore her.

Now that Song Zhao has taken action to make up for him, even if he is three years late, he doesn't need it, he still has a deep resentment in his heart.

But who made him her eldest brother, he was willing to try to tolerate her.

My sister was raised crookedly, and he also has his responsibility.

He should lower his requirements for her, and only ask Song Zhao to share in peace in the future.

After all, if he continues to be angry with his sister, he will also let outsiders see jokes.

Those unspeakable resentments, he will be firmly buried in his heart.

Song Zhao didn't say anything.

Song stood at the foot of the steps, the rain soaked his eyebrows, his pupils were very deep black, like a kaolin flower growing in a steep overhang.

Arrogant and indifferent.

And Song Zhao, who was in Song Jingen's eyes, was as calm as ever.

This kind of calm is like a lake that has been silent for a hundred years, which is frightening.

"You, you don't have anything to say to me?" Song Jingxian frowned slightly, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He has already shown softness, saying that he doesn't care about generosity, why didn't Song Zhao react at all?

Song Zhao lowered his eyes and didn't look at him, and replied very succinctly, "Oh." ”

Song was dissatisfied with her perfunctory.

In the past, his sister made him angry, as long as he was soft, his sister would pull his cuffs and say a lot of sycophants.

It seems that this time he ignored her for too long, and Song Zhao was also angry.

But he won't get used to her anymore, so he won't have to get used to it.

"Rest early." Song Jingxian didn't say anything more, turned around and left.

After a few steps, I turned back again.

He took out a delicate begonia flower from his cuffs, put it in Song Zhao's palm, said nothing, and left directly.

This is Song Zhao's favorite flower.

Xiao Zhaozhao, who was only a few years old at that time, recruited cats and dogs all day long, causing trouble, which often made Song envious and angry.

Xiao Zhaozhao was murdered by his eldest brother several times, and proposed a tacit interaction that only their brother and sister knew.

If one day she made Song Jingxian angry, Song Jingxian sent her favorite begonia flower, and the brother and sister reconciled.

Song Zhao stared at the begonia flower in his palm.

This was a reconciliation that she didn't wait for until death in her previous life, but now there are no waves.

Maybe she already understood that she and her eldest brother couldn't go back to what they used to be.

Song Zhao was silent for a few seconds, and simply threw the flower outside the corridor.

When he turned around, he didn't notice that there was a person standing behind him, and he crashed headlong into the boy's tough chest.

Bang.

“……”

Song Zhao covered his forehead, raised his eyes and crashed into Si Yu's dark peach blossom eyes.

The eyes are facing each other.

Si Yu lowered his eyes slightly, the lights under the corridor were ghosted, his outline lines were more three-dimensional and clear, the bridge of his nose was straight, and he asked lazily, "How do you walk?" ”

“……”

He narrowed his eyebrows and deliberately lowered his voice, "It's so dignified, hit my heart?" ”

I've never seen such a rake.

Song Zhao silently took two steps back, raised his hand and rubbed his sore forehead.

I wanted to get angry but didn't dare, so I had to ask in a muffled voice, "Si Xiaolangjun, why are you standing behind me." ”

The little girl's black and white cat's eyes were wide, probably too delicate, and her white forehead flushed red with just a slight touch.

She rubbed it a few times, and the flush spread to the corners of her eyes, and she looked ...... Like a little pitiful.

Si Yu stared at the mist at the end of her eyes for a few seconds, and then glanced at the rain-soaked begonia petals outside the porch.

He smiled in his voice and asked her slowly, "You don't want a brother anymore?" ”