Over the years, Brother Song Liang has long known the secret of my eyes.
After I finished the ceremony last night, I didn't think of telling my family because I was nervous. It's normal for Brother Song Liang to be angry.
I stuck out my tongue and felt a little embarrassed: "It was too late after I finished the ceremony yesterday. I didn't have time to say anything, and I didn't think about it."
"You, let me tell you what you are good at." Brother Song Liang suddenly turned the steering wheel and turned.
The car was driving very fast.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they didn't talk about me anymore. The more I got in touch with Brother Song Liang, the more I felt that the second uncle was not the most annoying. The most annoying was Brother Song Liang, just like Tang Seng.
"Nuan Nuan." Sister Hu Ming called me from the back row.
I turned around: "What's wrong?"
"Look at the car behind you." I looked in the direction pointed by the big black fox's paw and couldn't help but pause.
There was a black car following behind, and the person in the driver's seat was turning the steering wheel frantically, seemingly chasing our car.
I skillfully narrowed my vertical pupils so that I could see longer distances.
The person in the driver's seat...is actually Zhao Yang?
His handsome brows were furrowed and lowered, exuding a sense of low pressure all over his body, and his eyes were staring at the rear of Brother Song Liang's car like a square.
Emma, are you chasing us?
I hurriedly asked Brother Song Liang to park the car on the side of the road. Zhao Yang also quickly stopped the car and strode towards us: "Open the door!"
He punched the glass, which startled me. I quickly opened the door and went out: "Zhao Yang? Why are you chasing us?"
Brother Song Liang was almost angry because he was delayed.
Zhao Yang grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind him, glaring at Brother Song Liang in the driver's seat: "Where are you taking her?"
I stood behind Zhao Yang, looked at the red rope on his wrist, and reacted instantly.
Brother Song Liang, we walked too fast. From a distance, didn't it look like we were dragging me away?
Is it just this new neighbor who cares so much about me?
I poked his back in surprise: "Zhao Yang, he is my brother."
Zhao Yang's tall back stiffened, and then he turned his head in disbelief: "Your brother? Not only do you have a younger brother, but you also have an older brother?"
I'm a little confused. No, does it matter to him whether I have a brother or a younger brother? Why is he so surprised?
Through Zhao Yang's waist, I could clearly see that Brother Song Liang's forehead jumped when he heard the word "younger brother".
I rubbed my nose guiltily and looked away: "It's my brother."
Zhao Yang stared at me with half-lidded eyes, his frown loosened little by little, and his expression became hard to tell what he was thinking.
After a while, he let go of my wrist and nodded to Brother Song Liang: "Sorry, I misunderstood."
Brother Song Liang restarted the car angrily: "You care so much about my sister, why haven't I seen you before?"
Zhao Yang responded fluently, neither humble nor overbearing: "We are neighbors, and we should care about our neighbors."
"Huh." Brother Song Liang snorted.
I got into the car and waved to Zhao Yang: "Then let's go first. Goodbye."
"Yunlu."
"ah?"
I looked at him, and there was a complicated look on Zhao Yang's face, which Zhao Yang could call Lang Yanjue. "Please pay attention to your safety."
"Oh, okay, bye."
The car drove out again. In the rearview mirror, Zhao Yang was still looking at our car. It wasn't until his figure became smaller and smaller, and finally invisible, that I looked back.
This guy, why do I feel like he cares about me so much? Is it an illusion? Or am I too good-looking? Did he fall in love with me at first sight?
Hiss, but looking at that person’s elegance and lively temperament, he doesn’t look like such a superficial person, does he?
Just as I was thinking about it, Brother Song Liang chuckled with unknown meaning: "Brother? Yunlu?"
"Brother, please listen to my explanation..."
"I don't listen."
"..."
"You can explain it yourself to our group tonight."
"...Oh." After that, looking at Brother Song Liang's increasingly resolute profile, I knew that he must have misunderstood.
After all, when I first came to Nanjiang City, I was chatting with a strange man. Why should I return my brother to Yunlu? Who would listen and who would not be confused?
Why.
Doing evil.
Sure enough, there is no reward for lying.
I sighed all the way, and Brother Song Liang drove the car to the old city.
Nanjiang University is located in the development zone in the north of Nanjiang City. The old city is in the south, with the central area in between. This road almost runs through the entire Nanjiang.
The car didn't stop until it was in front of a community that looked crowded from the door.
"This is Tienan Community. The community is too old and the plaque with the name on it has disappeared." Song Liangge neatly unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car and took me inside.
Wong Tai Sin and Sister Wu Ming were flying over the eaves and walking over the wall. Anyway, they were invisible and no one could see them.
The alley in this community is too narrow. There is not much space between the two buildings. In addition, there are people drying clothes and dry goods on both sides of the road. There are also people who open small shops on the first floor with air conditioners outside the door.
It appears narrower.
The cement on the ground has dried and fallen off, revealing the red bricks underneath.
Plus there are people coming and going.
All in all, the walk was crowded and bumpy.
Brother Song Liang protected me all the way to the innermost building.
I thought it would be much better once I entered the building, but I didn't expect that the dark corridor smelled so bad, and the gray cement walls were covered with all kinds of disgusting words and graffiti.
"Warm Garden."
"Um?"
"Not everyone has the same good fortune as me. Don't dislike them later." Brother Song Liang told me in a low voice.
I nodded, this is necessary. My second uncle taught me to respect others, and I dare not forget it.
The two of us climbed all the way to the sixth floor, which is the top floor. There are two families here, and there is a shared kitchen outside.
Brother Song Liang knocked on the door near the corridor: "Zhouzi, we are here."
"Hey! It's coming, it's coming! Cough, cough, cough." The voice came out before the people inside came out.
The quality of this door is not very good. It is just a piece of iron sheet with blue paint on the outside. It may have weathered and cracked over time. A lot of it has peeled off near the door handle, and the paint on the entire door is also chapped.
Hearing the sound inside, I raised my eyes unexpectedly.
This voice sounded very hoarse, accompanied by a coughing sound. If I hadn't known that he was Song Liang's college classmate, I would have thought he was forty or fifty years old.
Soon, the iron door was pushed open with a clang, and a tired-looking man's face appeared beside the door.
I frowned. His eyes were cloudy, the whites of his eyes were yellow, and he was very thin. His ribs could be clearly seen under his white Han shirt.
He is about 1.76 meters tall, with a face like a full moon, a square and broad forehead, a flat forehead, and delicate eyebrows with flying corners.
Strange.
My second uncle once taught Lulu and us a little bit about physiognomy. Logically speaking, this physiognomy should be destined to be rich and powerful. How can we live in such a house?
However, whether you are destined to be rich or noble depends on your destiny. My second uncle has never taught me, so I dare not make a conclusion easily.
I could only hide my thoughts, smile at him and nod: "Hello, my name is Yun Nuanting, are you looking for me?"
The man was stunned, then knelt down and cried: "Great Fairy! Please save my child!"