Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

He panicked and almost subconsciously wanted to turn his brother's eyes from Shen Yila to himself.

He called his brother, but his brother was not so surprised or happy about his call. It was like an ordinary thing. Whether there was it or not, he felt it was normal. He saw him pick it up calmly, the smile on his face disappeared in a moment, and became the prosperous president and unsmiling brother he was familiar with again.

His impression of his brother should be so serious, serious and meticulous, but when he spoiled him, he would show a helpless expression and turn around to hold everything he wanted in front of him.

He thought his brother had not changed, but the fact was that he always liked to joke with him and deceive him. He refused several times without hesitation.

He was stunned for a long time and finally realized that four months could change many things. For example, he learned to lie, and for example, Ni Chenjun learned to refuse. No matter how long the past tense is, it can't compare with the present continuous tense in the blink of an eye.

He looked at the miserable thin moon in the sky, as if he saw the corner of Ni Chenjun's mouth.

Since his memory, he rarely saw such a gentle expression on Ni Chenjun's face. In his memory, he has always been a strong and indifferent brother. He will patiently teach him and severely scold him. When he was very young, he even beat his palm with Grandpa's walking stick, but he never felt that there was anything wrong.

Because my brother loves him, I beat him just to make him have a long memory. So he played less, and one of the few times was like tickling. Sometimes he even felt that the beater's heart was very fun. He didn't have to be scolded. After playing, his brother would ask him if it hurt.

Probably the palm of his hand was a rare bright color in his childhood, so he remembered it very clearly. At that time, he was in the first grade, and the girls in the class always liked to gather around him. He was too lazy to deal with the butterflies who only knew who was the most beautiful all day. Therefore, in order to once and for all, he pushed them as dominoes when they played Eagle catching chickens.

The flower butterfly is very good at crying. It cries loudly. It not only cries the head teacher and the principal, but also cries all the teachers and students in the school to watch the excitement.

Now he still thinks those butterflies are very annoying. They not only fly around annoyingly, but also make him scolded by the teachers and students of the whole school.

Then his brother took him home, asked him to stand at the desk higher than his head, stretched out his palm, raised grandpa's solid wood walking stick and hit his palm.

The body of the crutch was bright and red, as if soaked in blood.

When he was a child, like other boys, he liked watching martial arts movies best. He flew over the eaves and walls and took the knife with his bare hands, which seemed very cool to him. But what's more cool is the blood that kept him from spitting out.

That day, my brother fought so fiercely that he felt that he would vomit blood and die like the protagonist in the martial arts drama.

While howling, he grabbed his chest clothes and puffed on his walking stick. After howling, he fell down and shouted, "I'm dying, brother, don't think of me.".

The singing of the play directly frightened his brother's soul. As soon as he threw his walking stick, he rushed to the hospital with him in his arms.

At that time, my brother was only 14 years old, but he was strong enough to hold him like his father and run to the hospital step by step.

He looked at his brother's red eyes in front of the doctor and asked the doctor for help while letting him insist on this little scourge.

He was probably frightened. Since then, his brother never hit him again, which became the end of his life when he was hit by a walking stick.

Grandpa died long ago, but he didn't throw away his walking stick. He hung it in the storage room of the old house. Whether it was old people or old things, they had to go back together every year to polish it, wipe it carefully, and then put it back.

Ni Chenxi smiled and buried his face in his knees. Tears fell from his blurred vision and hit the pants Ni Chenjun bought for him. The black pants and the dark night disappeared without a trace.

There are always only zero and a hundred times of lying.

Besides the first lie, he had another one to tell his brother.

He had a bad time in America. He couldn't eat the bread and potatoes over there; Can't understand academic articles full of professional terms; His mathematical argument was a mess, and his tutor scolded him bloody several times; His classmates are not friendly at all. He has few friends there; He was also forced to experience a terrorist attack and was almost shot in the head.

God knows how scared he was at that time. He was afraid that he would never go back. He could only lie on the cold street with ugly flowers on his head.

The sound of gunfire echoed back and forth in his mind, which was a nightmare he couldn't get rid of for many nights. But it's better than now. Ni Chenxi can't control his surging tears. Now, they are clearly standing on the same land, but a natural moat is drawn between their two hearts, which is so deep and long that he is deterred.