Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 178 Do You Think My Brother Is Handsome?

Si Zhengchen blew away the curling white smoke, bowed his head and took a sip of coffee, a bit of bitterness lingered on the tip of his tongue, but the taste was very mellow, he said lightly, "Little Purlin, do you think my brother is handsome? Will he be more handsome than me?"

"Don't you all look similar?" Song Xiaolin replied truthfully, "What? Why do you ask that?"

His brows slowly wrinkled into the shape of the word "Chuan", and his handsome face was mourning, with a sense of worry before the storm, "I'm afraid you will fall in love with my brother."

As soon as the words fell, she couldn't help laughing out: "What's going on in your mind?" Because the movement of laughing was too ups and downs, she was almost splashed with hot water on the back of her hand.

She filtered out the rest of the hawthorn leaves, slowly poured the brewed hot tea into the glass, and asked casually: "If you are afraid that I will fall in love with your brother, why did you take your brother with you?" Bring it here?"

He scratched his head, and his tone seemed sincere, "Because... because I want to introduce you to someone who is very important to me. I always feel that this will bring us closer."

Then, Si Zhengchen added in a serious manner, "By the way, I also have a sister."

"Sister?" Song Xiaolin showed a trace of surprise, "You actually have a sister? Why haven't you mentioned that you have a brother and a sister in France?"

He took another sip of coffee, the white mist around the edge of the cup dissipated, and the temperature was not as hot as before. There was a hint of helplessness in his hoarse voice, "Speaking of which, our family is a bit complicated. It can't be explained in a few words. But my sister grew up in Beicheng, and you should have a lot of common interests. When I have a chance, I will introduce you two."

She nodded: "OK."

After a brief silence, he looked at the cup fascinated, "Seriously, I was standing with my brother just now, who exactly did your eyes rest on?"

After going around for a long time, I came back again.

But she still couldn't figure out why he was so obsessed with his brother's question.

"Why do you keep asking this question?"

Si Zhengchen looked out the window, the sun was shining brightly, spreading softly on the floor, and occasionally the shadows of a few flying birds were reflected, fleeting, and he looked away after a long while, but there was such a gleam in his eyes Guang Liang, "Did you know? The person I admire the most since I was a child is my brother."

"People praise me for being smart, praise me for being like a lark's throat, regard me as a myth, and praise me as a rare musical genius in ten years. Indeed, maybe I have a certain talent in this area. But apart from this On the one hand, I seem to have nothing. Compared with my brother, I am much inferior. I am not smart enough, and I have no business skills. Unlike my brother, who can strategize in the mall, he is like an invincible general. I yearn for the temperament of a mature man, but it is difficult for me to be like him. Although I am a shining star on the stage, once I stand with my brother, I will become eclipsed Bar?"

The younger brother will always secretly worship the elder brother in his heart.

This phenomenon is actually quite normal.

Song Xiaolin smiled lightly and comforted him: "A man of every stage will have the temperament and handsomeness of every stage. When you reach your brother's age, you will also become that kind of person."

"Really?" He propped his chin and thought for a while, as if talking to himself, "That's right, my brother is 33 years old, eight years older than me, so it's reasonable to be more mature than me."

While wanting to laugh, she noticed the words 33 years old.

It is often said that one stands at thirty.

Today, that man is in his 30s.

"how about you?"

His sudden question made her not be relieved: "What?"

"Which type of man do you like? Like me, like my brother."

For a moment, Song Xiaopurn's movement of stirring the tea suddenly stopped.

Afterwards, she put down the stirring stick, gently picked up the teacup, it was a little hot, emitting wisps of smoke, and then walked away, leaving only one merciless sentence——

"I don't like old men."

When Si Zhengchen heard this, he was stunned for three seconds, then he suddenly became ecstatic and asked all the way, "Old men? You don't like old men? But I'm not an old man, so you mean that you don't like my brother, you like me? wrong?"

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The sound of footsteps as he approached gradually rang in his ears, but Si Zhengting still stared at the book in his hand intently, pressing his slender five fingers lightly on the spine of the book, perhaps because of the cold, the joints were slightly red, and he looked a little very sexy.

If he didn't kill someone, he would be a perfect man.

"Brother Zhengting, hot tea..."

Song Xiaolin suddenly stopped all the voices in her throat, and then her eyes darkened, just because she saw that in the opened book in his hand, there was a black letter engraved on white paper with a This photo, the whole photo, is only green and white: a piece of green grass, a gentle man in a white shirt, a shy girl in a white dress, with a bright smile.

This is 17-year-old her and 22-year-old Lu Jingyan.

The books on the shelves were all brought back from France.

When she first went abroad, she was in a very strange environment, and she was at a loss for what to do. During those days, only by immersing herself in the world of books, could she barely feel a sense of belonging.

But the love is strong, and the longing becomes sick, and it can't stop with the wind.

She couldn't appease this deep love, so she could only recall the beauty recorded in the photos over and over again. Scene after scene, it was nostalgic. After a long time, she regarded these as the most precious past memories and collected them in the book. Stacked on the shelf, the dust slowly fell, and the color of the past was no longer there.

Now, this photo once again appeared in her clear field of vision, like a cruise ship passing by on a calm lake, stirring up thousands of waves.

In the next second, without any warning, Song Xiaolin suddenly snatched the photo and held it tightly in his hand. Her action finally made Si Zhengting, who had been taciturn, raise his eyelids lazily. .

But unexpectedly, there was no obvious emotional change on his face.

Afterwards, he closed the book and put it back on the shelf, while taking the hot tea in her hand, the curling smoke from the mouth of the teacup blurred the outline, he took a sip of the tea, lightly aftertaste it in his mouth, a burst of sweetness slowed down. It slowly wrapped around the tip of his tongue, and the taste was not bad. He hooked his lips, and his voice was a little cold after moistening his throat, "What's your relationship with the man in the photo?"

For the first time, she thought she had heard wrong.

After all, a man who had known her for less than 10 minutes was asking her about another man. It always sounded weird.

(End of this chapter)