Life With You

Song Xi stayed in Qiao Aiwen's room all afternoon. At the beginning, he talked about how to do Ling Yue. As he chatted, the topic inevitably went from various funny stories to the family, and finally fell on George Sheng.

Song Xi said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Your brother is really annoying sometimes. If I could beat him, I would have turned my face with him."

Qiao Aiwen lay on the bed with a rare serious expression, and said: "It's not that I turned my elbow inward and spoke for him. I really feel that my brother has been suffering too much over the years. The suffering is not material, but spiritual. When I was still playing Lego, my dad found a lot of masters to teach him Sanda, fighting, and various self-defense techniques, regardless of whether he wanted to learn it or not. You said my brother was only three years older than me, and my mother said I just admitted. When I was writing, my dad had taken my brother to fly everywhere, and he started to let him sit by and listen to the adults talking about business."

"My brother never went to school. He invited people to teach at home since he was a child, so he has no classmates, and there are only a handful of friends who can be regarded as friends. Many people say that he is withdrawn as a child and doesn't like to talk. The six relatives don’t recognize them, they are indifferent and fart! The people who said these words cheeky came to ask my brother for help, but my brother did not help. My dad was in poor health for the past two years, and my brother started to take over the family business slowly. When my dad was in town, no one dared to talk too much nonsense. He was not bullying my brother's youth. If he talks a little bit more easily, 80% of the bones that make people bully will be left.

"My mother doesn't care, my family is my dad who has the final say. When he was young, my dad also watched too many cold worlds and experienced too many big winds and waves. He was too lazy to perfuse anyone, so he taught What I gave to my brother is the simplest and most direct way. There are only two things, yes or no, don’t waste so much. My brother has been with my dad since he was a child, and he acts like an adult in his teens. He is young and old. To say that it is a bit ugly is that he is dragged down by this family. No one has ever asked him what he likes. He will grow up like my dad hopes from birth."

"Sometimes I really wish I was a man too, so that my dad would not put the pressure on my brother alone, and he wouldn't have to be as tired as he is now. I can't help him much."

Qiao Aiwen didn't cry, but her eyes revealed her own helplessness. After more than 20 years, some facts cannot be changed.

Song Xi sat at the end of the bed with a pillow in her arms. After hearing so much, her heart was inevitably moved: "Many people just look at the appearance, never thinking about why a person becomes like this... I hated him before I took it back, but he doesn't I still like him very much when his mouth is poisonous."

Qiao Aiwen put her arms behind her head and looked at the roof and said: "Eh? I just remembered suddenly, saying that my brother hadn't liked anything since he was a kid. In fact, he has hobbies. He studied woodworking for a while when he was a child, not architecture The kind of carpentry on the construction site is to carve some small things and gadgets. I remember that on my sixth birthday, he gave me a small wooden horse. It was too busy later. One year I asked him if he was still playing. , He said there was no time, so he stopped."

When Song Xi heard this, the star made of wood appeared in his heart for the first time. When she looked at Qiao Aiwen, she asked incredulously, "Does your brother really know how to carve by hand?"

Qiao Aiwen looked at Song Xi, met her surprised eyes, and replied: "Yes, what's the matter?"

Song Xi whispered: "He gave me a wooden star at Christmas. It was unpackaged and had no brand. I was curious at the time and thought he bought it in a handmade shop."

Qiao Aiwen was more surprised than Song Xi, staring her eyes and said: "My God, is it true?"

Song Xi nodded: "Really."

Qiao Aiwen curled her lips and said, "My brother hasn't carved anything for many years. Last year, for my mother's birthday, I asked him to carve it as a gift. He said there was no time..."

After a pause, she immediately bent her eyes and added: "If my brother carved it for you personally, it can only be said that he spoils you too much."

Song Xi didn't speak, but her eyes were clearly overjoyed. If Qiao Aiwen hadn't mentioned it today, she would have forgotten the stars.

With arms propped on her head, Qiao Aiwen looked at Song Xi at the foot of the bed, her tone relaxed, but her expression was very serious and said: "I just told you so many things about my brother when I was a kid, I just wanted to tell you that he didn't see him. He is so'bad', he has a bad temper, but he will not lose his temper for no reason. What he thinks is not necessarily said, but he will do it. He has so many love experiences, but who does he like , It must be single-minded, I can see that my brother likes you very much. If he hurts you wherever he usually hurts you, you should look at him for his good intentions. Don’t be familiar with him, as long as he gets angry. He still turned around to coax you."

Song Xi's heart was throbbing because of the Jupiter star. After hearing the words, she replied in a magnificent manner: "Don't worry, as long as he doesn't make a principled error and everything is easy to discuss, I am not an unreasonable person."

Qiao Aiwen gave a thumbs up: "The situation is angry."

After four o'clock in the afternoon, George Sheng called Song Xi. Song Xi connected. He asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Xi said: "I'm telling Xiaowen about your gossip, are you afraid?"

George Sheng said: "Tell her to speak carefully, worrying that you won't be able to marry for a lifetime."

Song Xi immediately conveyed to Qiao Aiwen: "Your brother threatens you. If you talk about his gossip, be careful not to marry you forever."

Qiao Aiwen raised her voice and shouted, "I will speak for you, and you will avenge your grievances!"

Song Xi smiled while holding the phone, and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

George Sheng said: "I'll see two people in a while, and I'll pick you up around 5:30."

Song Xi answered: "Don't worry, you are busy with you."

George Sheng's low and sweet voice came: "Do you miss me?"

Not far away, Qiao Aiwen was still there, and Song Xi looked calm: "It's okay."

There was no voice from George Sheng. Song Xi waited for a few seconds before asking tentatively, "Hello?"

"Ok."

"Why don't you speak?"

"Asked knowingly."

George Sheng's voice is always low, and the deepness is mixed with obvious dissatisfaction. It is hard to imagine that the three words George Sheng will be associated with coquettish, but it turns out that he is acting coquettishly to her, expressing his unhappiness in this way.

Song Xi's heart was tingling, and there was a thin layer of goose bumps on her body. It was almost instinctive. She stepped off the bed with one leg, walked to the bathroom, closed the door and said, "Why are you so stingy? I'm kidding you."

George Sheng said: "I'm serious."

Song Xi took the phone and said in a coaxing tone: "I miss you, miss you, it's not okay, I have been thinking about you."

She thought George Sheng would say that she was perfunctory, but an obvious gentle voice came from him: "I miss you too, wait for me to pick you up."

Song Xi endured the sensation of electricity on her body, and then hung up the phone in response.