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Chapter 41: Brother and Abd Who Do You Want 11
Perceiving Su Jinzhi's spring heart rippling, Number One said coldly: "You read those scriptures for nothing."
Su Jinzhi said shyly: "Why don't you try to change to an erotic picture? If you tell me, I'll get tired of reading too much."
Number One: "Haha."
But Song Mingxuan was silent for a while, and then smiled slowly with his lips curled. He sat on the edge of the bed as if nothing had happened and took Su Jinzhi's hand. This time Su Jinzhi did not resist him anymore, Song Mingxuan took his hand. Tucked it into the quilt, and then tucked the quilt tightly: "Lie down well and Dad will tell you a story."
As soon as Song Mingxuan spoke, Su Jinzhi knew why he had to cover himself, because he was telling ghost stories.
"The man fell asleep alone, and suddenly felt cold around him. He suddenly turned his head and looked behind him. There was nothing there. He slowly sighed and lifted the candle on the bedside table on his left. Suddenly I found that the bedside table was a squatting dead person, and the candle he really should hold was lit on his head...The head of the dead body turned 180 degrees, staring at him blood-red, and said with a faint smile,'Yourself There are candles too, grab my work'." Song Mingxuan smiled, and his voice was gracefully low, but Su Jinzhi trembled in the quilt. He felt that the temperature in the room seemed to be getting lower and lower." Does Jinzhi know what he means?"
Su Jinzhi said with a shaking voice: "I don't know..."
"Because..." Song Mingxuan slowly pressed his face close to him, and the smile on his face was extremely strange, "Only the dead will light candles..."
Su Jinzhi's eyes widened and he suddenly curled up with the quilt over his head. Song Mingxuan gave a low laugh, pressed the remote control of the air conditioner hidden behind him a few times to raise the temperature in the room again, and then leaned over and hugged Su Jinzhi. There was a thick smile: "Is Jinzhi so scared?"
Su Jinzhi ignored him, he cried bitterly under the quilt: "I'm so scared on the number one. Is this story my dad told true?"
"According to records, some places did have such a custom in ancient times." Number One comforted him speechlessly, "Calm down, you have died several times."
Su Jinzhi continued to howl: "I dare not go to bed alone!"
Number 1: "..."
Song Mingxuan smiled and reached into the quilt, opened the hem of Su Jinzhi's clothes and slowly stroked his body. He was even more surprised when he found that there were really little bumps on the boy's body. He lifted the quilt and hugged the boy. , Holding the boy in his arms and muffled laughed: "It's alright, Dad scared you."
Su Jinzhi squeezed his clothes tightly, and desperately drilled into Song Mingxuan's arms. At this moment, the female ghost animated picture that was placed in his textbook seemed to appear repeatedly in front of him. Although Su Jinzhi knew that he was very scared, he was afraid of ghosts.
But he didn't understand Song Mingxuan's purpose of telling him this ghost story until he went to bed at night.
"Look, Dad sleeps on your right, you put the little bear on the left, how about you sleeping in the middle?" Song Mingxuan smiled and said to Su Jinzhi, and then frowned slightly, with a false guilt on his face, "There is no need for Jinzhi like this Worried about having nightmares at night, I blamed my father for being bad. I told you such a ghost story in the morning. If Jinzhi wakes up in the middle of the night and accidentally sees—"
"Dad!" Su Jinzhi crawled into Song Mingxuan's arms with tears and tears, and hugged his waist tightly, "Let's sleep!"
Song Mingxuan readily agreed, and both of them are very happy tonight.
And Song Yingchu, who was standing outside the door of Su Jinzhi's room, felt as if he was enveloped in a low-pressure air. He stared at the dark door with no expression and clasped his hands tightly beside him.
"Ying Chu, is this your room?" Jin Ruyue asked, holding his arm.
"No." Song Yingchu said, with a low voice, "This is Jinzhi's room."
Hearing what he said, Jin Ruyue glanced at the probe and said, "I can't see the light, brother Jinzhi should be asleep, right?"
"Yeah." Song Yingchu replied and walked towards his room. Jin Ruyue also hurriedly took his hand and followed.
Jin Ruyue stayed in Song House tonight.
She had never lived in such a big and beautiful house in her life, so when she walked on the thick carpet of Song's house, there was always an unreality of stepping on the top of the cloud. This feeling made her a little dizzy. She was originally only responsible for hosting a female college student of Song Yingchu in her school speech. A few months ago, Song Yingchu was invited back to school by his alma mater to give a speech. She met Song Yingchu at that time.
Jin Ruyue knows that she looks better than many people, but Song Yingchu has never lacked such a person. She doesn't know why Song Yingchu is attracted to herself and is about to be engaged to her, but Jin Ruyue knows that she must catch him. Live this opportunity.
This opportunity can change her life and allow her to step into another world that many people will never touch for a lifetime.
When Song Yingchu went upstairs during the day, she asked Hui's mother a lot about Song Jinzhi—the youngest son of Song Mingxuan, the head of the Song family. She originally thought these were just rumors, but listening to Hui's mother, Song Mingxuan and Song Yingchu seemed to dominate the boy.
Song Yingchuguan didn't care about his younger brother, she didn't care, anyway, she was about to be engaged to Song Yingchu, and they would get married soon, they would be husband and wife, they would be one and inseparable.
But if Song Mingxuan cared too much about his little son, there would be very little left for Song Yingchu.
She has to find a way to help Ying Chu. What if she is an adopted son?
Ying Chu is no worse than anyone, he deserves what belongs to him.
The next day is Sunday.
But because Song Mingxuan stayed with him for a day at home yesterday, he went to the company with Song Yingchu early this morning, but before leaving, he brought breakfast to Su Jinzhi on the second floor, and stared at Su Jinzhi after taking the medicine. The quilt was tightened and he was not allowed to get out of bed and asked him to take a rest.
There is no need to maintain the set of good children who wake up early. Su Jinzhi slept beautifully. When the sun was hotter, he changed his pajamas and went to lie in the sun on the rocking chair in the flower room.
The flower room is full of fragrance, and it can be refreshing for a long time with a gentle breath.
Su Jinzhi half-closed his eyes, bowed his body and stretched a lazy waist. The thin sweater slid up along his movements, revealing a small half-cut white waist, but was soon blocked by the sweater that fell again. .
Such a decadent life is really fascinating. Su Jinzhi felt that he could not go on like this anymore. What big things would happen if he continued like this, so Su Jinzhi asked No. 1 to call up the data panel and planned to reformulate the following tasks to complete the task. strategy.
[Total rescue goal: Song Mingxuan (in the strategy) 75/100
Support the rescue goal: Song Yingchu (in the strategy) 35/100
Bai Xinlu (in the strategy) -80/100】
The electronic light particles that do not belong to this era made him dazed for a moment. The value of "-80/100" in Bai Xinlu was marked with red light particles, reminding him of how difficult she is—SMS Ignoring her, the value fell, and the value was paid to her, and the value was returned, and he almost got himself in. Su Jinzhi was very sad.
"One, what is the purpose of your'life-loving system'? How did these progress values rise or fall?" Su Jinzhi asked No. 1, "It's all about saving my dad, saving Bai Xinlu and Song Yingchu What is the point of these people?"
Number One replied to him: "I told you a long time ago, in order to build a harmonious society. The task goal is randomly selected, they always have various large or small shortcomings, and you need to help them correct and wake them up. The love of life."
Su Jinzhi turned around: "According to what you said, my dad doesn't love life either? But his progress is obviously so high."
One did not answer his question.
Su Jinzhi said: "Number one and number one? It's not time for get off work yet, I want to report your absenteeism."
Su Jinzhi wanted to talk about it again, but suddenly he smelled a sweet and familiar fragrance. This scent is different from the floral scent, which makes him refreshing, but this scent makes him drool. Su Jinzhi sat upright from the rocking chair, his nose moved a few times, and his eyes flashed: "Strawberry cake!"
The number one went online quickly: "...nothing to expect."
Su Jinzhi said, "You don't understand, you don't know how delicious strawberry cake is. Oh, by the way, you can't eat it again, no wonder you don't understand."
Number 1: "..."
Jin Ruyue brought a plate of strawberry cake to the flower room to look for Su Jinzhi. She heard Hui's mother say that teenagers like to eat this sweet and greasy pastry. Although some cannot understand why a boy loves sweets more than girls, she still made it overnight. A small dish came out.
The red and bright strawberries are dotted on the white and delicate cream, and you can recall the sweet and sour taste of eating it from a distance.
Su Jinzhi glanced at the cake, then looked up at Jin Ruyue who was walking towards him.
"Hello, brother Jin." Jin Ruyue greeted him with a smile.
Su Jinzhi slid down from the rocking chair and sat on the white rattan chair in the center of the flower room: "You are..."
"My name is Jin Ruyue." Jin Ruyue followed him to sit down, put the cake on the glass table, and pushed in the direction of Su Jinzhi.
Su Jinzhi did not touch the cake immediately, but looked at Jin Ruyue with a bit of curiosity.
Jin Ruyue felt a little disappointed when he saw that he didn't really know him, but still had a smile on his face: "I am your brother's fiancee. Didn't Ying Chu mention me to you?"
"My brother only said that he was going to get engaged." Su Jinzhi shook his head. In fact, Song Yingchu hadn't even mentioned it. Song Mingxuan and Number One told him.
"We are not very old. You can call my sister Ruyue, Jinzhi likes strawberry cake, right? This cake is made by sister Ruyue specially for you." Jin Ruyue changed the subject, no longer entangled in Song Yingchu's mention. Regarding her affairs, she would be embarrassed if she went into it anyway-she was about to get engaged. Not only did the fiance not take her home to meet her family, but he didn't even mention her name.
Su Jinzhi drooled at the plate of cake, but he still did not dare to take a risk.
He really vomited all night yesterday, half-rotten food churned out of his stomach, sour smell filled the tip of his nose, and finally only burning stomach acid corroded his throat over and over again. The kind of vomiting felt that he really didn’t want to try any more. The doctor came to see him and said that he might have eaten too much cold food, so he can only drink some light porridge for nourishment these days, and wait until the stomach improves. Something else.
"Dad won't give me food..." Su Jinzhi glanced at the cake, then at the second glance, "The doctor said I can only drink porridge these days."
Who would really care about the doctor's advice these days? People often say that staying up late is bad for your health, don't you just hold your phone every day and curse yourself to sleep until dawn? What's more, he is a boy, his body is never more delicate than a girl? Jin Ruyue thought.
Jin Ruyue smiled and said, "It should be okay, it's just a small dish."
Su Jinzhi looked at the red and tender strawberry cake for the third time, and finally succumbed to the power of sweets.
"Thank you sister Ru Yue."
Jin Ruyue crossed her fingers with her hands, resting on her chin and watching Su Jinzhi eating cakes. She felt that the genes of the Song family were really good. Not only could they give birth to men like Song Mingxuan and Song Yingchu, but they could also give birth to beautiful teenagers like Song Jinzhi.
His fingers holding the small silver fork are white and thin, and the small half of his wrist exposed from his sleeve is also thin and white, with distinct and clean bones, and a pair of pale brown eyes in his eye sockets when looking at people. With some wet water, Jin Ruyue couldn't help wondering whether the child born after she and Ying Chu got married would also have such a pair of light brown eyes, watery and tender, which made people feel affectionate when they saw it.
"I actually came home yesterday, but Jin Zhi was sick yesterday, so I didn't see me." Maybe it was embarrassing that the atmosphere was too quiet, Jin Ruyue began to look for topics, "Is Jin Zhi better today? "
"It's no wonder I didn't see Sister Ruyue yesterday." Taking advantage of the short-handedness and short-mouthedness, Su Jinzhi raised his head and turned her back, "Thank you Sister Ruyue for your concern, I am much better."
Jin Ruyue smiled, leaned forward again, pointed her eyes to Su Jinzhi and said, "Look at Jinzhi, the colors of our eyes are the same."
Su Jinzhi also looked forward to the probe, and said in surprise: "Huh?"
"Neither Ying Chu nor Uncle has such a color. Are they inherited from their mother? Jinzhi's mother must be a beautiful woman."
Su Jinzhi paused when he was eating the cake, and said, "I haven't seen my mother."
"Sorry..." Jin Ruyue was surprised and immediately apologized, but still a little strange, "Have you never seen the photo?"
How could Song Mingxuan let him touch these things? He could never tell him that this was his mother with the photo of his comrade-in-arms wife? Does this mean that the wife of a comrade-in-arms is his wife?
Su Jinzhi shook his head: "No."
The small piece of strawberry cake was not big, and it was finished in a while, and the topic was interrupted.
After that, Jin Ruyue chatted with him again, and when she saw that she still couldn't talk anymore, she cleaned up the fork and left. She thought this Song Jinzhi was really strange. She looked at him as a pure and well-behaved one, but withdrawn and indifferent in temper. Not pleasing, I don't know why Song Mingxuan spoiled him like an eyeball.
At dinner time, Song Mingxuan and Song Yingchu both went home.
Su Jinzhi still sat with Song Mingxuan. Jin Ruyue added a chair to sit next to Song Yingchu and face Song Mingxuan. She seemed to intend to show her virtuousness in front of her future father-in-law. I was idle, from time to time I gave Ying Chu a few dishes, and told Su Jinzhi to eat more.
It’s a pity that Song Mingxuan didn’t pay much attention to her from the beginning to the end. He kept serving Su Jinzhi with porridge. Jin Ruyue was a little confused, so she could only take a spoon to scoop the hot soup for Song Yingchu. If you ignore these undercurrents, this scene is really worth it. It's a scene that Song Jinzhi has been looking forward to for many years.
Su Jinzhi looked at them and suddenly wanted to recall the scene of his previous life with his parents, but after searching in his mind for a long time, he couldn't bring out any memory of them.
He knew that he had parents, and that he had lived with them for a period of time, and even remembered some of the things his mother had said to him, but apart from these, he couldn't remember anything else.
As if his memory was missing a hole.
Su Jinzhi's eyes were dark, and the sudden loss in his heart made him feel a little overwhelmed, so he could only drink porridge quietly with his head down.
At night, Su Jinzhi vomited again.
Not long after he lay in bed, before Song Mingxuan had time to tease him, he slightly frowned and ran towards the toilet, locked the door, and threw up the toilet.
After vomiting, he took a few sheets of paper from the paper box and wiped his mouth. When he straightened up to press the pumping button, his pupils shrank suddenly.
He vomited a puddle of thin yellow things with a dazzling color. At first he thought it was an incompletely digested strawberry, but the liquid still had a strong bloody smell, which constantly stimulated his nerves.
"Jinzhi? What are you doing inside?" Song Mingxuan saw him running in a hurry, walked to the door and knocked.
Su Jinzhi hurriedly pressed the flush button, slowed down and pretended that nothing happened, and whispered, "Dad, don't come in, I'm going to the toilet."
Song Mingxuan then left.
"Are you there on Number One?" Su Jinzhi changed his mind a few times, and Number One didn't respond to him, presumably he was off work.
He went to the sink and rinsed his mouth with water, then wiped cold water to wash his face. He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. The young man in the mirror had just opened his eyebrows, but was still a little immature. His facial features were not as rough as the Song family, but exquisite and beautiful, as if they were carefully crafted. Beautiful jade, shining and moist, full of vigor and vitality.
——This is obviously a healthy person.
Su Jinzhi suddenly remembered himself, who had not yet entered the Westport for treatment. His face was tender, and it would not change much even if he was a few years old. When he first entered the Westport, he seemed to be so young and energetic, not at all. A terminally ill patient who is dying.
But Number One said he was ill and was terminally ill.
Su Jinzhi looked at herself in the mirror two steps backwards, opened the bathroom door and ran out, slipped into the bed and retracted into Song Mingxuan's arms, and rubbed the man's strong waist against his chest.
Song Mingxuan was looking at the ghost story book and wondering which ghost story to tell today to scare his little adopted son. Suddenly, he felt a warm body rubbing into his arms. He looked down and only saw A small curly head hit the tail.
He smiled and lowered his head, raised his hand to hug the boy, and kissed him on his hair: "What's the matter?"
"Song Mingxuan, I am afraid." Su Jinzhi said dullly.
"If you lose your studies, you will call your father's name." Song Mingxuan was amused, and patted his butt under the quilt, "What are you afraid of? Dad didn't tell you ghost stories today."
The feeling of slapped palms on the ass was too shameful, and Su Jinzhi blushed a little, what would he say? It is ridiculous to say that he is afraid of death.
"Blame Dad!" Su Jinzhi spread his legs and sat on Song Mingxuan and stomped twice, but he raised his hand as if he was not enough to relieve his anger and grabbed the cheeky face of the bad thing. "The toilet is also very scary."
Song Mingxuan smiled and raised his head to kiss him, and said in a vague voice: "That father will hold you to sleep tonight."
Su Jinzhi was held tightly by him, and the unique breath of a mature man surrounded him, giving him an infinite sense of security. Su Jinzhi felt that his eyes were a little sore, and quickly closed his eyes.
The next day was Monday, and Su Jinzhi had to go to class. Looking at the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, he felt that he was about to detach himself from the sky.
Su Jinzhi looked in a trance: "Number one, I vomited blood last night."
Number One is very cold: "Who told you to eat strawberry cake?"
Su Jinzhi whimpered: "Number One, am I going to die?"
Number One became impatient: "I told you a while ago, are you terminally ill?"
"I fucking thought you were joking with me!" Su Jinzhi cried out, "I'm only 18 years old! I don't want to die!"
Number 1: "..."
"You are going to die sooner or later, howl?"
Su Jinzhi asked it: "Is there any way I can live longer?"
"Yes." Number One replied, "Do the task."
Su Jinzhi said: "Am I doing this every day?"
Number One said twice: "It's true that you're doing it, but what you're doing is a task?"
"Bai Xinlu always doesn't show up, what can I do, I am also very desperate." Su Jinzhi's face was a little red, and No. 1 always drove at a very fast speed. He felt a little motion sick.
One said: "Alright, Bai Xinlu will come to you when school is over."
Su Jinzhi was taken aback: "She has been holding back for so long, is she waiting for her big move?"
Spoilers on No.1: "Yes, you pay attention, don't drop the progress value anymore."
Su Jinzhi was very frightened. Yan Rong and Lu Yuqi saw that he was unconscious all morning and asked him what's wrong, if he was unwell, and if he needed to accompany him to the infirmary or something. Su Jinzhi thought for a while and thought he might need some helpers.
"Do you go to my home to do homework after school?" Su Jinzhi hit Yan Rong with his elbow.
Yan Rong raised his head with a loud voice: "Go to your house?!"
Su Jinzhi said: "It's just to do your homework, don't get excited."
Yan Rong ignored him and turned his head to talk to Lu Yuqi: "Fuck! Lu Yuqi, did you hear that Song Jinzhi actually asked me to go to his home to do my homework, he wanted to copy my homework hahahahaha!"
Su Jinzhi: "..."