My brother became a love brain

My sister was born in the coldest winter and died in the richest summer, the day before her wedding.

She has always been weak and sick, and I clearly understand that she will not live long, but I never thought that Song Dongyang's refusal to marry would be the last straw that crushed her life.

My sister's death left me in a daze for several days, my eyes were gray and white. When I managed to cheer up and went to my sister's funeral, I didn't see Song Dongyang.

My mother held my hand, and her thin body made people feel at ease at that moment.

Her expression was still calm, as if sadness never climbed onto her face, she said softly: "Song Dongyang left soon after he proposed to divorce, maybe he didn't know about your sister's death."

That's impossible.

I retorted silently in my heart, even if I didn't know it at the time, he should know it after a few days.

He just didn't want to come, and the reason might be just three words "not necessary".

It's ridiculous to say that my father told me clearly that Song Dongyang has developed rapidly in the past two years, and he no longer needs to be attached to the Chi family.

But this time the wedding was canceled temporarily, and the Chi family couldn't make Song Dongyang pay any price.

And I don't know anything about all of this, I don't know how many alliances Song Dongyang has, and I don't know how many forces Song Dongyang has mobilized. Teams, those never-invited advisor meetings, are just the tip of the iceberg.

Finally, it was my turn to go forward in the farewell ceremony, and I gently put down the white bouquet in my hand. I looked at my sister's sleeping face and said my final farewell to her.

Cremation was prevalent in the third district, and my sister's urn was buried in Chi's cemetery, and everything fell to the ground.

The telegraph machine in Chi’s house was only used for the exchange of official documents. If I wanted to contact someone, I had to go to him in person or write to him.

In a short time, I don't want to see Song Dongyang anymore, but I want to write a letter to ask him why he regretted the marriage, why he left so quickly after regretting the marriage, and even didn't want to attend my sister's funeral.

I wrote twelve letters to Song Dongyang, each of which was harsher than the last, but Song Dongyang did not reply to me, not one of them.

I also lost interest, gave up the meaningless inquiry, and continued to take my class and be my fifth young master.

I've made some friends in the third district, and they are, in a way, the real hothouse flowers.

For example, my friend Mr. Zhou Feng has been taken care of by more than [-] servants since he was born, and his food, clothing, housing and transportation are all exquisite.

When I first started socializing in the third district, he often looked at me with a heretical look, and when we got to know each other later, he started to complain almost non-stop.

"Chi Rui, the size of your trousers in the suit that day is not suitable, I swear it must not be custom-made."

"What? You said you wore long johns inside, are you crazy, wearing long johns in winter?"

"What kind of old-fashioned hairstyle is your hairstyle? You only have this face to see. Please, break up your bangs to add a little youthful look. The back is too ugly, really."

"Why does your step distance grow longer and smaller for a while, how can a gentleman bounce around."

And so on, he can hold me and talk for half an hour, and I wait patiently for him to finish, and he will grab my arm and say, "Come on, let's take you to have fun."

He took me to have fun in the first place, to meet some beautiful men and women, but I sat next to them and watched them fuck off, and it was like watching a bunch of "stupid fucks", as he put it.

Then he changed and took me to concerts, golf, horseback riding, archery, tasting food and wine, he has a deep understanding of how to spend money and time gracefully, I am in a gloomy mood recently, and I am happy to be with him go out.

He always makes me forget my troubles for a short time and relax.

Today is a special day, Zhou Feng is about to celebrate his 25th birthday, and only then did he realize that he is actually a little younger than me.

I carefully prepared gifts and had a pleasant conversation with him. He put his arms around my shoulders affectionately, leaned into his ear, and whispered to me.

He said: "Chi Rui, today is my birthday, I am the oldest."

I nodded expressionlessly.

He smiled again and said, "I've prepared a surprise for you later, if you don't see it, run away."

I knew that Zhou Feng would definitely take the opportunity to make trouble, so I replied to him without blinking, "As long as you don't go too far."

"Where would it be too much..." He sighed.

The dinner lasted for a long time, and in the end only he, me and some of our close friends were left in the hall. The classical music suddenly sounded. The common sense that has been forced into my brain for the past few years tells me that this is a song expressing love. song.

I looked down at Zhou Feng, and understood his intention almost instantly.

Our friends booed and shoved him, and he mustered up the courage to take a step forward, and I was thinking in my mind how to politely decline him without causing him too much damage.

At this moment, I heard the clear voice of my assistant.

He said: "Sir, Mr. Song's envoy is here and is waiting for your summons."

Things may not be that urgent, but this is a good step, I lowered my eyes and replied to him: "This is it."

Then he apologized and bid farewell to Zhou Feng. Zhou Feng has never been a fool. He sensed my refusal from my performance. He turned his head away from my sight. After a while, he turned his head again and patted He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Call me if you have something to do. It won't be of much help. It's always okay to eat, drink and have fun together."

I smiled and agreed, said goodbye to my friends one by one, then turned around and walked towards my assistant.

The assistant took me to the chief executive suite on the top floor of this hotel, and I was thinking about who Song Dongyang would send to talk to me. I took the room card and opened the door, and then I didn’t have to think about it—it was Song Dongyang .

"Bam—"

I slammed the door, should I hit Song Dongyang, or should I scold Song Dongyang?Or, beat and scold at the same time?

I walked towards Song Dongyang, and the second I raised my fist, I heard him say: "Chi Rui, I miss you very much, long time no see."

My fist still landed on his chest without any force. He took a step back and looked at me calmly.

His appearance made me so angry that it was hard to contain it.

I clenched his collar tightly with my fingers and asked him: "Why did you break off the engagement with my sister?"

His eyes were like a dark abyss, and I couldn't see any emotion that belonged to a human being.

"I don't like her, why should I marry her?"

"Song Dongyang, why didn't you say it earlier when you wanted to regret the marriage? It was the day before the wedding, and my sister had already put on bridal makeup and was just waiting to marry you."

Song Dongyang's expression didn't change at all, but faced the indifference of the public as always, he replied calmly: "There is a man who is pregnant with my child, and I don't think it is more appropriate for your sister to continue the wedding under this premise choose."

I stared at Song Dongyang and listened to his words of reassurance, and finally I couldn't find any reason to excuse him.

I always fantasized that Song Dongyang was forced to be helpless and had deep thoughts, but he dared not admit it. That was the choice he made. No one forced him. He tore up his marriage contract with my sister with an extremely ridiculous excuse.

"How can a man get pregnant?" I let go of his shirt, as if I had calmed down.

"He has a special constitution," Song Dongyang explained, "The doctor infers that there is another system in the body that belongs to women."

"He used to be your lover?"

"It was just an accident," he sighed in a low voice, "I was drunk, and later found out by accident that the child was pregnant."

The food in my stomach began to surge upwards, and I stared at Song Dongyang's face, feeling faintly sick.

One-night stands, unexpected pregnancies, tearing up engagements, without the slightest apologetic face.

I asked Song Dongyang the last question: "My sister is dead, do you know?"

His hand touched my shoulder, and a low voice rang in my ear: "Chi Rui, I'm sorry, but that's not what I hoped for."

"vomit--"

I pushed Song Dongyang away and vomited all over the floor. The dirt splashed onto his leather shoes, but he stepped on the dirt and walked towards me, as if he wanted to support me.

I staggered back a few steps, and I said, "Stay away from me."

Sure enough, he stood where he was. I leaned on the back of the sofa and looked at him from a distance.

He tightened his lips, but his back stood straight. I couldn't see any traces of climbing up from the bottom on his body. He completely abandoned all emotions, pity, and kindness. He became like a nobleman. Cold and hypocritical.

"Don't be so sad, Chi Rui," Song Dongyang said lightly, "You and I have been together for more than 20 years. In your heart, am I no better than the younger sister you just met for two years?"

"It's just a failed marriage. If you want, I will let that child recognize you as your elder brother. I will still marry your family. We are still the best brothers."