My brother became a love brain

The scene in front of me was a little familiar, as if there was the same scene in the past, he stood on a high place, looking at me from top to bottom.

I stood where I was, and he walked down the steps step by step until our eyes were at eye level, and he held my hand with one hand, with a surprising melancholy in his eyes.

"Got you."

His palms were dry and warm, but I was like being wrapped in a snake, and I had to rely on perseverance to keep from breaking free from him.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, but his mouth was an exaggerated chant, he said: "Chi Rui, in this world, you only need to trust me and rely on me. There are many bad people out there, they will deceive you, they will hurt you , you just need to look at me, that's enough."

I frowned, not understanding why he said this abruptly, but that didn't stop me from rebutting him: "You're lying to me."

It's obviously you who lied to me, and it's you who have been hurting me all the time. If I really only looked at you, I would have been swallowed up and lost myself.

"I'm really lying to you," he actually agreed with my words, "Chi Rui, I am the one who can't live without you, and you have many other choices besides me."

I suspected that there was something wrong with Song Dongyang, so I couldn't help but say: "You are crazy."

At that moment, he clenched my hand tightly and laughed out loud. He laughed so exaggeratedly that tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

"We should go back, my eldest lady."

"What?" I heard it very clearly, and because I heard it clearly, I felt that Song Dongyang was very strange today, why did he call me a nickname for no reason.

"I always wanted to call you that, but I was afraid that you would be unhappy."

"Do you also have times when you are afraid?"

"Of course I will."

Song Dongyang took my hand, and we walked up the steps together. Melodious music sounded in the palace-like building, and we were like ancient nobles, moving forward surrounded by crowds.

When I walked to the last step, I skipped a few clips in front of my eyes, only remembering the blond hair and the man's "Miss".

"Daniel...?"

Song Dongyang turned his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot at some point, and he looked a little hateful, he asked: "What do you think of?"

His reaction made me more sure that he was not the Daniel who wantonly called me "Miss", so this reaction...is it jealousy?

I raised my jaw slightly, reserved and calm, and said to him: "I seem to be reminded of my lover in the previous life. He was very kind to me and would call me Miss."

Unexpectedly, Song Dongyang didn't overreact, he just raised his hand and touched my cheek, all the anger gathered in an instant.

He said lightly, "I am the only one who has the right to call you that."

He tilted his head, and seemed to want to expose the matter, pretending that nothing happened.

But I was ready to move, wishing to say more words that would hurt him. Perhaps until this time, I suddenly realized that the calm weather and fading love and hatred were just my self-deceiving lies.

I still hate him, hating so much that if I make him sad, I can get a twisted happiness.

"I must like him very much, otherwise I wouldn't remember it for so long. Song Dongyang, tell me, are he and I lovers in previous lives?"

"You are not," Song Dongyang said calmly, but his fingertips were trembling slightly, "We are lovers, and you are mine."

"That must be your robbery," I leaned closer to him, leaning on his earlobe and said softly, "I can't marry you willingly, what I hate the most is that you treat everyone like you Chess pieces."

He turned his head sideways, quickly pecked my lips, and clenched my fingers tightly, blocking my attempt to escape.

"Everyone can act as a chess piece, except you."

"Chi Rui, you are the one who made me lose all reason and principles."

"Hey——" I looked straight into his eyes, "You sounded so good, I almost believed it."

Song Dongyang closed his eyes, his beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, his lips were tightly pursed, as if he was thinking or in pain.

"You should believe that we have a previous life, right?"

"Even if there is, so what? What happened to us in the last life, and what does it have to do with this life?"

He opened his eyes, and the emotions in his eyes were as complicated as an abyss. He seemed to be staring at me, and also seemed to be staring at his memories, his dream lover through me.

"We have fought side by side, you are my friend, my lover, my partner."

"Should I applaud you? For your deep affection?"

I said this without any hesitation, but when I got my wish and saw Song Dongyang change his face, apart from the pleasure of revenge, there was also a little bit of pain.

I probably, maybe, I still like Song Dongyang very much, but what I like is the Song Dongyang who pulls the suitcase and pushes open the door of my dormitory, the Song Dongyang who stands by my bed and feeds me snacks, and the one who is gentle on the island Song Dongyang who hugged me tightly is Song Dongyang who confessed to me under the false starry sky.

What I like is the him who exists in this world and gets along with me every day, even if it's all his disguise, even if I don't want to be with him, even if I won't forgive him.

But Song Dongyang, the humble, flattering, and affectionate Song Dongyang in front of me, is looking at his dream lover, his previous lover through me.

At that moment, I really wanted to ask him a question, did he like me because I was me, or because I was his lover in the previous life.

I stretched out my hand and opened his fingers one by one. He didn't resist and let me escape from his control.The moment our fingers separated, a picture flashed in my mind - Song Dongyang and I were standing on a high platform, and he knelt down on one knee and put a ring on me.

Really affectionate.

I pushed open the door in front of me. Candles were brightly lit in the European-style corridor. Every step I took, fragments of memories rolled in my mind.

The teenagers who depended on each other, the generous and warm back, the apple made of pure gold, the ring hidden in the doll, the assassination full of despair, the hands that finally met...

That "I" finally loved Song Dongyang sincerely and loved the family he gave.

But I am not "me", why should I inherit his memory and his feelings.

My love and hatred only lasted for these 28 years, and I am not willing to forgive his mistakes in this life because of the deep affection in the previous life.

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