"Brother, are you blaming me?" The finch felt a headache, and her eyes were suddenly full of tears, crystal clear.

"Nope." The voice has not changed, but the attitude is very different.

A chill of sadness welled up in the finches' heart, and she looked at the man in front of her blankly, obviously standing so close, but she felt that the distance between them was so far away. Obviously, as soon as you reach out your hand, you can touch the corner of him, and you can hold the knuckled hand. But he didn't dare to reach over, for fear of being rejected by him again.

The two were at a stalemate, he didn't speak, and neither did she.

The flight attendant didn't dare to come over because of what happened just now, which caused the whole space to be very deserted and a little depressed.

Yan Zijiao stood for a long time, then turned around and sat back in his original position, and the finch watched his movements, some familiar and some unfamiliar. It's still that person, but what's the difference between Buddha.

Looking at Yan Zi who closed her eyes, the finch also turned around stiffly, sat down on a chair, pulled the blanket to cover her nose, and slowly covered her eyes. The tears could no longer be controlled, and they fell down in a loud voice.

The humidity in the air changed, and the keen Yanzijiao turned his head stiffly, looking at the slightly loose blanket and the suppressed weeping.

The finch cried and cried and fell asleep, without waiting for the familiar comfort, without the warmth and care it should have. The stiff arm was lowered, revealing a pair of swollen walnut-like eyes, looking around timidly.

found that the person next to her was still in the same position she had before she fell asleep, and the expression on her face suddenly froze!

She looked at him in horror, and finally determined one thing, the person in front of her was no longer her former brother. It's not the brother who seems to be cold and rejects people thousands of miles away, but always cares for people.

"Who are you?"

The soft voice was cold and cold, and his eyes were like a sharp sword out of the sheath, staring at that face deadly.

Yan Zijiao listened to her voice, turned his head, and calmly looked at her, the familiar voice had a different taste, no longer cold with concern, but real indifference.

"How long has it been since you haven't seen me, and you've forgotten me?"

There was horror in the finch's eyes, and her voice trembled a little: "Ben? ”

"Oh, our little princess, it's a pleasure to greet you in this way?" A stiff smile appeared on Yan Zijiao's face, apparently not fully in control of his body.

Finch was overly nervous and worried and didn't notice this, and she shouted, "What happened to your brother? Get out of here! ”

"Oh, little princess, you really hurt my heart like this! Is he your brother, and I'm not? I remember when we came, Argo said that we are all one family and we have to take care of each other! ”

"Give me back my brother!" The finch looked at him coldly, already in a defensive posture.

Yan Zijiao sat there elegantly, quietly looked at the vigilant finch, and said with a chuckle: "Finch, am I not good?" Do you have to be your brother? Is it because of such a face? If you like, I can always do this, isn't it? ”

"All I want is him, even if it's not like that." Que'er's tone was unprecedentedly affirmative, she thought that Yan Zijiao's face would change, but she didn't expect the corners of his mouth to be full of ridicule.

"If he were lame, blind, and ugly, would you still be so determined?"