Mild brother control

Sunday came, the only time left in the tight life, Song Zhinan fried eggs and cooked porridge in the kitchen in the morning, when Xu Shuo was about to knock on the door, Xu Shuo came out.

His face remained the same, without a smile.

Song Zhinan felt helpless that an untenable cold war could continue until now.

"Come and eat." Taking the initiative to make breakfast is a sign of flattery, and he knows Xu Shuo can understand.

After Xu Shuo washed up, he sat down at the dining table without making a sound, and started to eat by himself.

"Xu Shuo..."

"I'm going to the bar later, I shouldn't be back at noon."

The two spoke at the same time, Song Zhinan blocked all the words he had left to say, his heart suddenly felt uncomfortable, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a few days continued to surge up.

Although he knew that he would definitely reconcile in the end, Song Zhinan felt very uncomfortable when he thought of Xu Shuo treating him with this disguised indifference, obviously he hadn't made any mistakes.

From the day when Zhao Xiao's incident started to ferment, Song Zhinan knew exactly what role Xu Shuo played in it, the planner, or the promoter.

It's a big game of chess, in order to achieve one's own goals and even spread to others.

And Song Zhinan's influence was light. He should be thankful that he was loved by the mastermind, otherwise he would have suffered bloodshed and injuries... But his heart was still very astringent. He would rather bleed and be injured than be treated with sneering words.

Song Zhinan felt that the two people's way of dealing with problems now seemed to be a bit reversed. In the past, he kept silent and didn't express himself, and tortured Xu Shuo with indifference when he was unhappy. Now he understands that this is not good.

The passive Fang's heart has been hanging, as if a needle is being pricked.

In the study room, there is also a gift that I exchanged on my own initiative - a model of a house, which can be assembled to light up the yellow lights. The log color and warm yellow light are exquisite and beautiful.

The two worked together all night before the Cold War to install only a small part, which is a big project that cannot be completed in a short period of time.

Xu Shuo went in and out of the room after breakfast, like the wind, and didn't exchange a word with Song Zhinan.

Song Zhinan opened his lips several times and swallowed the words, Xu Shuo's indifference was very obvious, he didn't want to talk to him.

Until Xu Shuo put away his things and took the key to go out, the door lock snapped open, Song Zhinan was always paying attention to the sound behind him, the astringency in his heart reached the extreme, his hand was about to lose grip on the oil-stained plate,

There was a harsh cracking sound, and the plate fell to the ground and shattered.

Xu Shuo turned around, paused for a few seconds and then walked towards Song Zhinan.

"I'll do it," he said.His tone was so calm that he seemed to be dealing with a business matter, and he could leave without any entanglement after finishing it.

Song Zhinan didn't refuse, and watched Xu Shuo bend down to pick up the broken glass shards.

Why ignore yourself?

why?

Where did Song Zhinan go wrong in Zhao Xiao's whole incident?

Not wanting to bear such indifference anymore, Song Zhinan's thoughts of flattery disappeared, and thoughts in his heart were expanding - he wanted Xu Shuo to know that such a cold war was unreasonable and he had done nothing wrong.

Song Zhinan didn't remind Xu Shuo to be careful, and he didn't even take the broom for Xu Shuo, just stood aside and watched like a bystander.

Until Xu Shuo accidentally cut his hand, the blood ran down his hand into red seams.

The medicine box I used last time has been kept in the study, but I didn't take it back to the living room.

Song Zhinan took a look and walked towards the study.

Xu Shuo pulled a tissue and pressed it on the bleeding wound, instead of dealing with the glass shards on the ground, he sat on the sofa beside him and waited for a while.

Song Zhinan should have come out as soon as he took the medicine box.

The blood was still flowing, and the dry paper towel was stained and wet, so Xu Shuo changed it.

But Song Zhinan never came out of the study.

What did you do, didn't you get medicine for yourself?

Xu Shuo was puzzled, got up and walked towards the study.

There was no one at the desk, Song Zhinan was sitting on the carpet where Xu Shuo used to build models, and he was assembling the gift he gave as usual - only a small part of the house.

Xu Shuo looked at Song Zhinan who was one meter away. There were footsteps, but he didn't seem to notice him.

"Song Zhinan, the bleeding won't stop." Xu Shuo said tentatively.

"Do it yourself." Song Zhinan didn't raise his head, and his words were emotionless.

Xu Shuo looked at the people sitting on the ground in astonishment, and couldn't believe Song Zhinan would say such a thing.

He was bleeding, but Song Zhinan didn't care at all?

No, how come?

Xu Shuo tentatively asked again: "My hand is bleeding and it hurts."

Song Zhinan lowered his head, suppressing the distress in his eyes, and installed the small parts in his hand into the small house, "Which hand is injured?"

Xu Shuo breathed a sigh of relief, "Right hand." He knew Song Zhinan would not ignore him.

"Is your left hand not hurt?"

"No."

"Then use your left hand to paint on your right hand." Song Zhinan paused, extremely serious: "What? Can't you use your left hand when you grow up so big? Can't you apply medicine?"

As soon as the words fell, Xu Shuo froze like an electric shock, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Zhinan wouldn't ignore him, definitely not.

"What's wrong with me?" Song Zhinan raised his head, his eyes were full of astringency but he still forced himself to stare at Xu Shuo coldly: "I should ask you this question."

"what happened to you?"

"What did I do wrong that you want to do this to me?"

Every sentence was resounding, Xu Shuo was dumbfounded by Song Zhinan's questioning.

The indifference was intentional on his part. Every time he thought of Song Zhinan meeting and talking to Zhao Xiao behind his back, he would be so jealous that he would go crazy. He wanted to punish Song Zhinan, and let him know that he cared very much, to the point of being extremely irritable.

But now being questioned by Song Zhinan with red eyes, he was not sure again.

So I did something wrong?

"Are the porridge and eggs delicious? If they're not good, why don't you eat them in the future?" Song Zhinan's words became more and more ruthless.

In the future... don't eat it?

Song Zhinan had never threatened himself with such words of betting on the future of the two of them. Xu Shuo panicked and said indiscriminately: "No...not..."

He knew he was wrong and shouldn't lose his temper and keep silent.

He really knew he was wrong, he couldn't bear Song Zhinan's words like this, it would make him feel uneasy to lose at any time.

Xu Shuo squatted down and wanted to pull Song Zhinan's hand, but he didn't want to be swung away by him. The force was so great that the model on the ground was also injured, and the assembled part was smashed to pieces.

Blocky, messy scattered on the ground.

"You..." Xu Shuo was too scared to move.

Song Zhinan said: "Before, when I didn't talk to you, did you feel uncomfortable?"

Xu Shuo nodded.

Song Zhinan changed the subject: "Then why are you treating me like this now? Are you satisfied seeing me suffering?"

"No." Xu Shuo shook his head again and again: "No... never again in the future, I was wrong."

Listening to his apology, Song Zhinan didn't make a sound for a long time. The blood stained his clothes while the two of them were tugging.

Air stagnates.

Song Zhinan calmed down, but he wasn't going to let Xu Shuo go.

"Treat the wound first."

Xu Shuo nodded quickly: "Okay."

But in the end, the two of them sat on the ground without moving. Xu Shuo blinked at Song Zhinan, "Medicine."

"Take it yourself, paint it yourself." Song Zhinan's tone was a little fierce.

Xu Shuo whimpered like a wounded wolf, wanting to hug Song Zhinan, "No."

Song Zhinan pushed him away, not wanting to compromise, "Handle it yourself."

"No." Xu Shuo went to find Song Zhinan's lips to kiss, but was pushed away again and again, he panicked, "I know I was wrong, I have already apologized, Song Zhinan, don't be angry... don't be angry, I have already Sorry."

Song Zhinan opened the distance between the two of them: "I'm not angry."

"But you didn't do this before..." Xu Shuo pulled his arm and put it on his waist, Song Zhinan didn't have any strength, and it fell down again.

"You didn't hug me...you said you weren't angry." Xu Shuo rubbed his neck aggrievedly.

Song Zhinan's tone remained unchanged: "Treat the wound first."

"Okay...okay, I'll deal with it right away, don't be angry." Xu Shuo immediately carried the medicine box over, unscrewed the alcohol and tore open the wet tissue bag, the uncontrollable emotions and flustered movements caused the cotton swab in the box to fall off one place.

Song Zhinan looked at his unskilled handling, and the wet towel in his hand was dyed a faint red.

Xu Shuo just started to clean the wound. Thinking that he was injured, Song Zhinan just looked at him coldly. His hand holding the cotton swab dropped, feeling extremely wronged: "Help me...Song Zhinan, help me."

Get angry and turn into a piece of wood, and when you want to please people, you are like a child who wants to eat candy.

Song Zhinan had nothing to do with him.

Xu Shuo continued to murmur, vowing not to give up until he achieved his goal, "I'm in pain... Song Zhinan, please help me apply."

Song Zhinan pursed his lips, after all, he wasn't cruel enough, "Do you really know what's wrong?"

Xu Shuo nodded, and seeing Song Zhinan's tone softened, he leaned towards him, "I didn't want to make you feel bad... I just thought of you and Zhao Xiao..."

"So you don't believe me?" Song Zhinan wiped his bloody palms.

"Believe." Xu Shuo rubbed against Song Zhinan, kissing Song Zhinan like a big wolf dog that only takes comfort from his master, "I believe...but you guys met and talked, or when I don't know..." Xu Shuo's voice Getting lower and lower... Only you know yourself.

How can we meet and talk in private? Do you know that you smell like her? I hate it so much.

I want to kiss you all over to get rid of this smell, or I will go crazy.

"I explained that I didn't want to tell her." Song Zhinan mentioned this with a helpless tone and raised his voice again.

Xu Shuo immediately changed his words: "Stop talking, we won't mention her."

After applying the medicine, the two changed their clothes and put the broken house on the ground into a storage box.

After finishing the study, Song Zhinan went to the kitchen, put the glass shards that hadn't been cleaned up just now into plastic bags and threw them into the trash can. Almost half an hour had passed since he was done.

Xu Shuo followed behind him the whole time, never leaving.

Song Zhinan put the cleaned bowls into the cupboard, and almost stepped on Xu Shuo's feet when he turned around, "Aren't you going to the bar?"

"I'm not going." Seeing that he was done, Xu Shuo reached out to hug his waist.

Song Zhinan looked at him suspiciously, "Do you not want to go or do you not need to go?"

"..."

Xu Shuo smiled sheepishly, "I'm hungry, I wasn't full just now."

Song Zhinan understood.

It's okay to be angry and don't want to talk, but you still lie because you don't want to stay at home?

The anger he had just suppressed rose again, and he pulled the chain off Xu Shuo's neck, "Do you think you can fool me?"

"I didn't lie to you, I can go or not." Xu Shuo explained, and hurriedly handed him his mobile phone, "If you don't believe me, call and ask." Crowding around the cooking table, trying to make him laugh: "How dare I lie to you with the dog on a tight leash, don't worry."

Song Zhinan saw that he really didn't seem to be lying, so he gave up and stopped talking.