Song Ci listened to the beeping sound coming from the mobile phone, and the whole person just didn't believe it.

Liu Quan hung up his phone?

It's good that you've managed to get Song Ci's attention.

Song Ci opened WeChat and found that there was no new message.

To be precise, I didn't see Song Huanian's news, and I was inexplicably a little irritable.

He put his phone in his coat pocket and walked to the stairs, his hands propped up on the carved railing, looking down the floor.

Tang Sinian just came out of the kitchen with a pot of fresh vegetables in his hand.

"Year of the Downs." Song Ci looked at him and shouted, "What time is it?" ”

Tang Sinian put the pot of vegetables on the coffee table and glanced at the clock in the living room.

"It's past ten twenty." Tang Sinian looked up at him: "What's wrong?" ”

"What to eat at noon." Song Ci opened his mouth lazily.

It sounds a little strange, but it doesn't feel like there's anything wrong with it.

I just don't know what's going on, but his voice sounds so gentle.

What reached Tang Sinian's ears was simply goosebumps.

Tang Sinian gave a cold war, and touched his arm with both hands: "Huh! ”

Definitely auditory hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, auditory hallucinations.

It must be because the two of them are too far apart, and the voice reaches him too quietly, so there is a feeling of tenderness.

Downs began to self-hypnotize, slowly sitting on the couch: "It's auditory hallucinations. ”

Song Ci is in the corridor on the third floor, and Tang Sinian is in the living room on the first floor.

There was a crystal lamp hanging down from the top of the building, which hung down on the second floor, and the volume of this lamp was quite large, and Song Ci could hardly see what Tang Sinian was doing when he stood there.

But I didn't get a reply from him, only heard him muttering something incessantly.

Seeing this, Song Ci thought that it was because his voice was too low, and he didn't hear it, so he raised his voice.

"What's for lunch!"

This time, both in tone and volume, it was not much different from the way he usually spoke to Tang Sinian.

Tang Sinian nodded again and again: "Mmmmmmmm, this is normal, normal." ”

"What do you want to eat?" Tang Sinian asked him loudly: "Everything in the house is quite complete, just say what you want to eat." ”

"Let's make curry rice." Song Ci said and prepared to turn around and go back to the room.

"Wait!" Tang Sinian stopped him: "You come down, breakfast is ready, eat more or less." ”

Song Ci didn't speak, but he didn't make a quick decision either.

He stood there for a moment, then closed the door to his room and went downstairs.

Song Ci walked slowly, Tang Sinian heard his footsteps going downstairs, turned on the TV, found a movie at random, and began to deal with the pot of vegetables.

Song Ci stood in the living room, his eyes were still a little hazy, and he didn't look like someone who had gone downstairs after washing up.

He stood there, not moving.

Tang Sinian didn't raise his head, holding the greens in his hand and said: "There are finished waffles in the microwave, it may be cold, you can heat it again." It's not early, and if you don't want to drink milk, you can have a freshly bought Pepsi in the refrigerator. ”

"Hmm." After Song Ci got a reply, he walked into the kitchen.

Tang Sinian sighed, mixed feelings.

Who is the elder brother and who is the younger brother!

Why do I wash your clothes, cook, and clean all the dirty work for you at home all day long?

It's like a handsome guy to a family cook.

When I go out and call, I still have to say to people: "Hello, I am Song Ci's younger brother." ”

What a thing!

Strongly request to change the protagonist!