Mild brother control

Xu Shuo's heart skipped a beat, as if something had been knocked over.

It turned out that not only did he have the intention of taking Song Zhinan to see his work environment, but even Song Zhinan thought so too.

"Which aspect are you worried about?" Xu Shuo sat across from him. After entering the room, there was no cool wind blowing on his face, his back began to sweat, and his ears became hot. No wonder some people said that drinking in winter can warm up the body.

Song Zhinan felt bad, but he couldn't tell Xu Shuo what was wrong.

"Drinking?" Xu Shuo decided to ask one by one, explaining one by one, "I have never drank in my part-time job, and I won't be able to work in the future. Today I drink only when I have acquaintances to hang out with." Seeing that he didn't respond, Xu Shuo continued to ask : "Or do you think it's too much?"

Sure enough, Song Zhinan put down his pen.

"I can also explain this. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't play this kind of game." The more Xu Shuo explained, the more aggrieved he felt. He didn't think he made any unforgivable mistakes today, and he didn't think he should bear Song Zhinan's pain. Indifferently, "Song Zhinan, what are you worried about?"

Song Zhinan felt that he had guessed the point he cared about the most, but he didn't think so. After all, Xu Shuo stayed with him all night, even if he played too much, he was too much to himself in the end.

"I wouldn't do it without you."

"Then you can grasp it and you won't in the future?" Song Zhinan finally asked. He was worried, or in layman's terms, he was afraid of the unknown.

In the past, Xu Shuo was afraid that he would go too far and not be able to grasp the trend, but after seeing today's scene, he became the one who was worried.

In such a working environment, can people really hold the bottom line?Whether it is emotional or living habits, it will gradually change, after all, there are too many temptations.

If one day Xu Shuo had to play such a game again, and Song Zhinan was not the one who got it right, would Xu Shuo be willing to admit defeat?Song Zhinan didn't have the courage to tell Xu Shuo no, because unknown things can always break the "no" in people's minds.

Xu Shuo never thought that Song Zhinan's silence all night was due to his distrust of himself, so he asked incredulously, "Can't you feel how I treat you?" For so many years, in those days when no response was received , he will insist on choosing to exchange pain for candy, but the gods don't know what he wants.

This kind of suspicion and distrust is like blasphemy, and it has trampled on Xu Shuo's emotional dedication for so many years. He does not allow anyone to do this, and Song Zhinan can't do it either.

His heart was throbbing with pain, and his words began to bring accusations, "You don't believe me? You don't believe me! Song Zhinan, you have no idea what you represent in my heart!"

Song Zhinan interrupted suddenly: "I'm leaving in half a year."

Xu Shuo was choked up by such a straightforward sentence, and his eyes immediately turned red, "So?"

"I don't believe you." Song Zhinan said, as if he wanted to let go of all the burdens, "But after all these years, I will stay in this house because of you. If one day..."

Not sure if he should confess, he finally made up his mind.

"If one day you don't want me, what should I do? Xu Shuo, have you ever thought about it?" He never mentioned this to Xu Shuo. It can only be offset with the malice of others.

Xu Shuo is different from himself in essence. Xu Shuo has real relatives, while Song Zhinan has nothing. Even the love from his grandmother is maintained by emotion rather than by blood. No one can understand how much he cares about blood. I care, because I have never had it before, so I want to have it paranoidly.

But after growing up for so many years, a person has to find kindness to support himself to live a good life, so he always guards Xu Shuo, like a farmer who only planted a rose seedling, not letting others touch it, but also not daring to touch it himself.

This is why Song Zhinan would let Xu Shuo mess around a lot of the time, whether it was crazy or even hurtful intimacy, or showing strength and unreasonableness in front of competitors, these things seemed unacceptable to outsiders. For him, it is not only acceptable, but even the main source of his sense of security.

That day, when Zhao Xiao accused Xu Shuo of being a brother-in-law, the word "morbid" also entered his mind.Outsiders only saw Xu Shuo's desire to control, but no one knew that he was more seriously ill than Xu Shuo.

How serious is it?

Whenever Song Zhinan sees Xu Shuo's emotions out of control because of himself, he will be unexpectedly calm, and his sense of satisfaction and security will rise. He never wants Xu Shuo to be hurt, but Xu Shuo's injury because of himself can also satisfy him .Especially when Xu Shuohong called his name with eyes, he wanted to hug him to keep him from crying, and told him that as long as he said that you care about me more than those relatives who are related by blood, I will not leave.

This is the disease?

Yes.

Moreover, he was seriously ill. Song Zhinan was sure that he personally molded Xu Shuo into his current character. From childhood to adulthood, he would coax him when he cried and hurt, so Xu Shuo learned to use crying and pain as a constraint.

This works both ways.

Possessiveness is a very good thing. Xu Shuo's possessiveness represents that he cares about himself. Song Zhinan likes this kind of possession.

I will stay in this house for you...

What should I do if you don't want me...

Just two words lingered in Xu Shuo's mind, his eyes were completely red, he was defeated, "Song Zhinan, I'm sorry." He never thought that some things would forever scar Song Zhinan's heart, and he dared to break it. to blame.

"I won't, I really won't, trust me." Xu Shuo got up and walked to Song Zhinan, bent his knees slightly to hug him, but suddenly thought of something, turned and ran back to his room, the plastic bag in his hand not only There were apples and Christmas candy, and they fell all over the ground, red and green like festive confetti, singing praises for the confession of the two.

Song Zhinan realized that Xu Shuo might do something drastic, so he immediately chased after him.Even though he wanted to feel safe, he didn't want Xu Shuo to get hurt.

Fortunately, he arrived in time. When Song Zhinan saw the handmade knife in Xu Shuo's hand shining coldly, he snatched it and threw it out. He grabbed his shoulder blades and comforted him: "I believe it. .”

Xu Shuo's eyelids were all red, and he stared firmly at Song Zhinan in front of him, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance deeply into his bones.

Song Zhinan caressed his eyebrows, "Okay, be good."

Xu Shuo pounced on Song Zhinan like a beast that was in desperate need of comfort, and the two of them rolled onto the bed under Song Zhinan's pressure.

"Song Zhinan." As if in a daze, he called his name over and over again, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

Then, the kiss falls.

aggression……

and bear.

"Xu Shuo, be good." Song Zhinan's words sounded like a voodoo.

Xu Shuo only paused for a second. The button of his clothes, which was as big as a fingernail, became a difficult problem in the hands of a half-drunk and over-emotional person. After calming down, he finally leaned his face against Song Zhinan's warm side neck.

Xu Shuo raised his chin and touched Song Zhinan's earlobe with his nose, "...you can pretend to be on me." This was the way he came up with to imprison himself.

"Necklaces, bracelets, anklets, whatever you like, or even on your phone."

……

Song Zhinan listened to his words in silence, as if he saw a ferocious beast choose to obey, and took the initiative to put the chains on himself, sacrificing freedom.

He talked to himself and corrected himself: "Make it a chain, you don't need to take it with you, and you may leave your phone."

Song Zhinan's eyes were heavy, and he asked, "You don't regret it?"

Xu Shuo brushed his lips over his ear, "It's enough for you to trust me."

……

Not long after Christmas, it began to snow in Meicheng. The snow in the south is fine, small and light, and it melts soon after falling on the ground. Unlike in the north, goose feathers fall down after half-cut, often covering the calves.

Although people do not need to hibernate, they are still like animals when the weather is cold, and there are fewer activities, either staying in the classroom or at home.

There were four days left before the final exam, and Song Zhinan was always brushing up questions and doing test papers no matter when he was in or out of class. Xu Shuo couldn't stay idle, and ignored Lao Liu's warning to participate in the winter indoor basketball game.

As the name suggests, the blood must be warmed up even in the cold winter.

Today happened to be the last match, the final match, Class [-] vs Class [-].

Unfortunately, Li Bian and Han Yi's class lost in the semi-finals, and they skipped the self-study class to cheer for Xu Shuo.When I first arrived at the gymnasium, the inner, third and outer floors were full of people. Boys looked at skills and girls looked at looks, and they were all discussing in full swing.

"Who are you here for?" A girl with short hair and ears asked.

"Ah...Xu Shuo." The girl with ponytails replied.

"Ah, sister, me too!"

Another one with disheveled hair wondered, "Shouldn't you tear your rivals apart when you meet them?"

"Don't, it's just for looks. It's fine to be a male god, but it's fine to have a boyfriend. His good-looking is good-looking, but I definitely can't hold his character." He explained with short hair.

The pair of ponytails seems to have been mentioned to the bottom of my heart, and I kept saying yes, "The last time I saw him and Dong Rang in the back mountain, I don't know what to solve. God, I almost scared my soul out of me."

"What about you?" The pair of ponytails asked wonderingly, "Who is it for?"

"Song Zhinan."

"Song Zhinan?" The pair of ponytails deliberately glanced at the preparation area, scanning a row of boys in jerseys, "When did Song Zhinan start playing basketball, why didn't I know?"

"He doesn't play, but isn't there a class six, maybe he will come to watch the game and cheer."

"Not necessarily, the exam is four days away, will he come?"

"I'm just here to try my luck." The one with loose hair said, "Recently, I've been bored in the classroom all day long, and I'm about to get moldy. Come out and relax."

"Actually, it's very likely to come." The short-haired woman muttered, "Isn't Xu Shuo the main force of their sixth class?"

A whistle sounded not far away, the tenth class was in black jerseys and the sixth class was in white jerseys, and the two teams played one after another.When the game started, the boys fell silent, and the girls couldn't understand anyway, so they started licking their faces.

Xu Shuo was born tall, and his skin was naturally white and sun-resistant, so he seemed out of place among a group of boys who love sports and play in the sun. At first glance, everyone is black, but he is white, and even his height is different. Take advantage of a few centimeters.

In the fierce confrontation, Class Six gradually gained the upper hand. Among them, Xu Shuo scored the most points and had a lot of attacks. He was bumped several times.

During the intermission, Xu Shuo came off the field, sweating profusely, arching his back and supporting his legs. The chain around his neck swayed with his breathing, and the small black chip kept vibrating.

He looked at the time, and Song Zhinan agreed to come.

"Fuck, he's so handsome." The short-haired woman with full ears was so greedy that she almost drooled, "What is he wearing around his neck?"

"Where?" The twin tails turned on the phone camera and pointed at Xu Shuo, zooming out to the maximum, "Necklace, what is it hanging... I can't see clearly."

"Look carefully, I want the same style."

"Hey hey—fuck! Song Zhinan!" The man with loose hair suddenly cried out, "I really met him!" The three of them looked over together.