Mild brother control

"Xu Shuo is in the back mountain. He is injured. Go and have a look." Li Bian turned around after speaking, and went back to his class regardless of whether Song Zhinan was going or not.

If Xu Shuo is the Great Demon King, then Song Zhinan is the only one who can conquer the Demon King. Even though he is unarmed, his name is Song Zhinan, so he will win every battle against the Demon King.

Because the devil's legs will be weak when he hears this name, which is of the same nature as Monkey King's head pain when he hears the magic spell.

Therefore, after Li Bian conveyed Xu Shuo's meaning, he got oily on the soles of his feet. It is better to leave the matter between the two of them alone.

Song Zhinan turned around and walked towards the desk when Li Bian turned around. Zhou Li turned his head again, "Song Zhinan! Are you going?"

Li Bian had a loud voice, obviously the whole class knew what was going on.

Song Zhinan asked back, "Is it important?"

"Go, go! Where is the injury? I have medicine! Take it there!"

Song Zhinan resolutely rejected his overwhelming enthusiasm, "I didn't say I would go."

At this time, a shrill female voice came from the side, piercing the eardrums, "People can go if they want to, and if they don't like it, they don't. Why, everyone has to circle around Xu Shuo?"

This person's name is Zhao Xiao, one of the few girls in the class who dares to wear her hair and lipstick, her milky white skin is dotted with small spots, and her bean paste red lips, the corners of her eyes are more meaningful, "Isn't it?" Song Zhinan?" After speaking, her shiny nails tapped on Song Zhinan's desk, as if she wanted to continue leaning forward, leaning against Song Zhinan's desk.

"Are you okay? Why are you talking so much? Song Zhinan doesn't look at Xu Shuo, does he look at you?" Zhou Li saw that she was not used to her, and then said to Song Zhinan, "Go, why don't you go? Song Zhinan, you have to go. "

"Hey, hey - don't squeeze, your chest will become deformed." Zhou Li pushed Song Zhinan's desk forward, and looked at Zhao Xiao, who was getting closer and closer, with disgust, "Is Song Zhinan so attractive to you?"

After being seen through, Zhao Xiao's cheeks were flushed, and red chalk dust seemed to fall on Bai Run's face, "Get lost!"

The way is still not deep enough, a little girl who pretends to be mature, will pick her fingernails helplessly if she is exposed, and the glittering eyes hurt people's eyes in the sun.

Song Zhinan put down the pen he had just held, "It's okay, don't say a few words."

Zhou Li pursed his lips, took out a bottle of iodine from the desk and put it on Song Zhinan's desk, blinked twice: "Only this."

The brown bottle, the log-colored desk, Song Zhinan's eyes swept over it as if he was thinking about something, and suddenly, he grabbed the iodine bottle, stood up and walked out.

Xu Shuo looked at his mobile phone every minute. After waiting for 1 minutes, his legs were sore, and he sat on the high platform propped up on the concrete floor.

From time to time, I glanced at the teaching building, but there was no one. I dangled my legs in boredom and continued to look at my phone.

This was what Song Zhinan saw when he came. He thought that the injured person was blowing in the wind intact, but his first reaction was that he was being tricked, so he immediately turned around, pretending that he had never been here.

"Hey! Who's that in front?" Xu Shuo looked at the back with sharp eyes, turned over and got off the high platform to catch up.

Song Zhinan didn't pause, and continued to walk forward.

Xu Shuo followed behind, "Hey, isn't this our little ancestor? Why are you walking so fast?"

Song Zhinan turned around suddenly and looked at him with a dark expression, "Where is the injury?"

Xu Shuo stretched out his hand, "It hurts."

Song Zhinan glanced at his reddened fingertips, and could vaguely see blisters, so he handed over the iodine and stuffed it into his arms, "Forget about the pain."

"Hey—don't go so fast!" Xu Shuo wanted to pull him, but Song Zhinan was like a bird of prey with wings, and broke free after a few strokes, "Don't be angry, can't I be wrong?"

Song Zhinan ignored him and walked on his own, unaffected by the noise behind him.

It's ten o'clock when the evening self-study class is over, and the dim street lamps rub people into plasticine, which is full of elasticity and becomes long and short with the distance.

Along the way, Xu Shuo followed Song Zhinan and said countless good things. He walked home in 10 minutes, unlocked the door, and entered.

"Grandma." Xu Shuo called out to the lighted kitchen.

"Hey - I'm back, face is on the table, you two hurry up and eat." A half-wrinkled face poked out, with the most common old man's smile on his grandchildren, "There is milk on the coffee table, Just warmed up."

"Understood." Song Zhinan put down his schoolbag, "Don't be so busy, go to bed quickly." He said and went to the coffee table to fetch milk.

"I'll come, I'll come, you can just sit and eat noodles." Xu Shuo ran over first, his courteous posture was extremely skillful.

At this time, grandma walked out of the kitchen, glanced at the wall clock on the wall and urged the two of them, "It's 10:30, eat quickly, just put the bowl in the sink after eating, and I'll go to bed first."

Xu Shuo made an OK gesture, bumped Song Zhinan with his arm, and said in a low voice, "Don't be angry, it's not good to be seen by grandma."

There was a soft closing of the door, and grandma returned to the room.

Xu Shuo unscrupulously moved his chair towards Song Zhinan, "How long has it been, can you stop talking?"

The weather was cold, and the food cooled down quickly. Song Zhinan finished the noodles with chopsticks in a few mouthfuls, and got up without any explanation to put the bowl away.

Xu Shuo grabbed him, and saw that he had talked for a long time without any effect, and his mood was the same as the white rice on the table in summer, which turned rancid in a short time, "What's the matter? You are so angry?"

Song Zhinan put down the bowl and lowered his voice, "No way? How many times have I told you not to touch my phone? How many times has this happened?"

Xu Shuo was silent for a few seconds, "I just checked WeChat."

"You are not allowed to look anywhere, have I touched your phone in all these years?"

Xu Shuo touched his pocket, took out his mobile phone and threw it on the table, "Look."

Song Zhinan frowned and looked at him, thinking that today must be unclear. Is this a matter of looking at each other's phones?

No, it was a privacy issue, but Xu Shuo's reaction was obviously that he didn't understand why he was angry.

"This is a problem that I can solve with just a glance at your phone? How many times have I said that mobile phones belong to personal privacy?"

Xu Shuo muttered disapprovingly: "I can't see what you have."

Song Zhinan was stabbed by his words, and looked over coldly, "Why should I show you? I don't even have the right to make decisions about my things? Can you learn to respect people?"

Xu Shuo saw that his tone was frighteningly serious, and what he wanted to say was blocked back into his mind. He was so angry that he couldn't help but began to lose control of his emotions, but he really didn't want to make noise at night, so he smashed his chopsticks hard At the dining table, he went straight back to the room and slammed the door.

Seeing that he dared to slam the door with chopsticks, Song Zhinan endured his anger and stood there for a long time. Whose fault was it?The person who made the mistake first is now losing his temper?

Do you really think you are justified?

It took a long time to calm down, Song Zhinan took all the dishes and chopsticks on the table back to the kitchen, washed them and put them in the cupboard.

It was already eleven o'clock after taking a shower. Song Zhinan took a science test paper and went to the study room. A few minutes later, he vaguely heard the sound of someone walking in the living room. The movement was not small, deliberate and stiff.

Xu Shuo did it on purpose. Anyway, grandma never wakes up when she falls asleep, and the noise can only disturb Song Zhinan, so he became unscrupulous. He knocked the glass on the tea table, opened and closed the drawers, and he tossed everything that could make a sound. , hoping that Song Zhinan in the study would open the door too noisy to let him stop.

No, not at all, only the light from the crack of the door told him that there were still people in the quiet study.

Ever since he entered the room and slammed the door, Xu Shuo was already on the verge of exploding. The more he held back, the more angry he became. He didn't intend to check Song Zhinan's phone, and he knew that he didn't want to check his phone by himself, but who asked him to participate a few days ago? What the hell was a debate competition, organized by the city, each school sent a representative team, and after a lot of debating, there was a peach blossom. I heard that immediately after the finals, many girls from the next school asked Song Zhinan for it. WeChat.

What is the level of the school next door?

The management is loose, men with flower arms and women fight, and they can push the corner of the wall out of the school by climbing over the wall and leaving the school.

Girls who don't know anything dare to ask Song Zhinan for WeChat, isn't that angry?

Xu Shuo was so angry that he checked Song Zhinan's phone that night.

In the new friends section of the address book, there were indeed a few avatars that looked like girls. Fortunately, Song Zhinan did not agree to the friend application.

The bad thing is that I was caught on the spot for my peeking behavior the next second I was sure that I didn't add friends. So far, the cold war started and lasted until now.

After running away for a while, Xu Shuo didn't have time to pull out his fingers when he closed the drawer, and there was a muffled sound when he closed it. He frowned and looked at his fingertips, the blisters burst.

Standing up, Xu Shuo walked towards the study in a few strides, knocking on the door, "Song Zhinan, where is the medicine box?!"

An indistinct answer came from inside.

Xu Shuo didn't even turn his head, and just answered confidently, "I can't hear you clearly, come out and look for it!"

A few seconds later, the door opened. Song Zhinan glanced at Xu Shuo indifferently, walked to the tea table and took out the medicine box, "Find what medicine you want." He finished speaking as quickly as if there was a scourge in the living room, and he didn't want to wait for a second Walked back to the study.

Subconsciously, Xu Shuo wanted to say you'd find it for me, but before he had time, seeing him enter the study, he didn't care whether it was medicine or not, so he immediately took a book from his schoolbag, took two walnuts from the snack box, and followed him into the door .

The two sat facing each other, Song Zhinan pretended that Xu Shuo didn't exist, and wrote the questions on his own. Xu Shuo flipped through the book in boredom, but couldn't understand, so he started to stare at the cold-faced person in front of him.

Seeing that Song Zhinan was still ignoring him so clearly, Xu Shuo couldn't help it.

"Walnuts?"

Song Zhinan paused and glanced at the table, "Where's the pliers?"

"I didn't find it." Xu Shuo was indifferent, "Just use your hands."

Song Zhinan stared at his fingertips, there was no brownish-yellow iodine tincture, and it seemed that he hadn't applied the medicine, "Go and find the pliers, it's not paper-skinned walnuts, how can you break them open with your hands?"

The words fell into his ears, but Xu Shuo didn't speak or move as if deliberately playing the opposite tune.

Song Zhinan no longer focused on the test paper, put down his pen and put his eyes on him, don't listen to me, okay, then let me see what you want to do.

Xu Shuo was silent, put the walnut on the paper, and slapped it down like he was angry.

I don't know how much force he used, but he broke the several millimeters of shell so abruptly.

Song Zhinan frowned, and stopped him when he raised his hand to put the second walnut on the book, "Don't smash it."

Xu Shuo raised his hand as if he didn't hear it, and wanted to continue.

Seeing him not stopping, Song Zhinan threw the pen out of his hand in a hurry, and hit the back of his hand accurately and hard, "Don't smash it!"

I don't know if the pen hurt or not, but Xu Shuo finally stopped and stared at Song Zhinan with dark eyes.

Song Zhinan sighed softly, knowing that he was forcing himself indirectly, so he had no choice but to compromise: "I'm not angry anymore."

Xu Shuo was silent.

Song Zhinan felt a little sour in his heart: "Stretch out your hand, with the palm facing me."

Xu Shuo did so.

Song Zhinan moved his gaze from the palm of his hand to the pulp of his fingers. The blisters disappeared at some point, his palm was very red, and there were a few places where the walnut shells had punctured his skin. "Go and bring in the medicine box."

Xu Shuo did as before, walked out of the study silently, and came back with the medicine box in his arms.

Song Zhinan carefully applied iodine and medicine to him, and applied a band-aid. After the treatment, he looked at his hand up and down, "Does it hurt?"

Xu Shuo pursed his lips, and finally said a word after a long time: "Pain."

Song Zhinan took out a wet towel and wiped off the excess iodine on his palm: "You still hit it when it hurts? You can't even scream, why don't you throw the pen and plan to hit the second one?"

Seeing Xu Shuo's silence, Song Zhinan sighed, "If you want to see it in the future, I can show it to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Shuo suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the person in front of him.

"But you have to tell me in advance that the phone is mine, and I must know."

"..."

"Why don't you talk? Are you not satisfied?"

Xu Shuo glanced at him and said cautiously, "I'm afraid you will be unhappy."

Seeing that he answered so cautiously, Song Zhinan felt sore again, "I'm not unhappy."

In fact, there are, obviously at the beginning of the standpoint that it was Xu Shuo who was wrong, but he couldn't stand his quarrels, and after a quarrel, he would lose all stances, and his unhappiness would naturally disappear.

The question that had troubled Song Zhinan for a long time lingered in his mind again, "Xu Shuo, why do you control me like this?"

……

"You are my brother."

After Song Zhinan heard the answer, he looked away and stopped talking.