Chapter 68 Brother "The protagonist cannot do 3/p..."...
The plots in melodramatic novels always take a sudden turn for the worse, without any logic at all. The villain who was originally sure of victory is suddenly caught in a trap, and all the perfect preparations and proper arrangements are exposed.
It was like chicken feathers scattered all over the ground.
The illogicality of illogicality.
There was an extra person in Rong’s room. It was said that he was an orphan picked up from outside. His name was unknown, but he was called An An.
Mr. Chu came to the old house more frequently, and the servants who had been replaced in the house noticed some subtle changes and thought that the master might have developed a preference.
It creates a sense of crisis.
"Do you want some water?" Chu Xiu asked softly.
The person in front of him was sitting on the bed, with a bandage on his wrist. He had twisted it accidentally. He looked at the person and said, "I'm sorry."
Chu Xiu frowned, "Why apologize?"
"I didn't know that Brother Mingzheng mistook me for you. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."
The boy's eyelids were swollen and he looked at people very stiffly.
He grabbed the bed sheet.
"It doesn't matter."
The boy seemed a little surprised, his eyes lit up, "Really? You forgive me?"
"C-Can I go home?"
Chu Xiu frowned slightly and asked softly, "Where to go back to?"
The young man tilted his head helplessly and stammered, "I was in a car accident... I don't know how my brother is doing. I, I want to find him."
The tone is very serious.
Chu Xiu was a little upset, "Shen Yunxiao? Don't you dislike him?"
"He is my brother."
The young man stammered.
"I, I don't like Rong Mingzheng anymore. I want to go home. If I don't go back, my brother will scold me."
Almost anxious.
Chu Xiu frowned and looked at him, then suddenly laughed, "You only remember Shen Yunxiao?"
"Don't you remember the Lu family?"
The young man in front of him was startled, and his heart suddenly ached, but he still said helplessly, "I know the Lu family."
"I don't, I don't want marriage."
The boy was dazed and just kept repeating himself, not knowing why.
Until the door suddenly opened and a scent of sandalwood hit me in the face.
Rong Mingzheng, dressed in formal attire, walked over and looked at Chu Xiu gently, "You're here?"
"Isn't it possible? Look at your good brother." The tone became sharp again.
It seemed as if it wasn't him who gently asked people if they wanted some water.
The young man looked at the two people hugging each other and frowned uncontrollably, it was so strange.
"I want to go home."
It interrupted their regular routine.
"An An, you can't go back now. The Shen family treats you badly. Why don't you just stay here with your brother?"
Rong Mingzheng sat in the armchair very kindly, lowering his eyes to look at the person's slender neck and pure black eyes, so well-behaved.
"not good."
"?"
The young man shook his head straightly. He had all of Shen Ning'an's memories, but the underlying character had not completely faded.
It shows a bit of abrupt feeling of fusion.
"Why?" Rong Mingzheng frowned slightly, but still asked patiently, "Don't you like your brother?"
"Chu Xiu Chu Xiu... I don't like it, I don't like it." The person didn't even look at Rong Mingzheng, but turned to look at the person next to him with an anxious look.
He shook his head with an innocent look on his face.
Like trying hard to distance himself from the matter.
Chu Xiu suppressed the corners of his lips that were slightly raised, "Yeah."
"I want to call my brother." The boy looked up again.
Rong Mingzheng said expressionlessly, "He is busy and has no time to care about you."
"."
Still parted on bad terms.
The boy lay on the bed, watching the two people leaving, and felt more and more strange. What were they doing?
Locking yourself up to show off your affection?
I was stunned for a while.
“6.”
The servant next to him was stunned for a moment, looked around, then looked at the person who made the sound in disbelief and carefully asked what it meant.
The boy had a dazed expression, as if he was thinking about something but couldn't remember what it was, so he raised his hand and rubbed his face.
I really want to eat chestnut cake.
Shen Yunxiao was extremely anxious. He had no idea why someone came to the Lu family. He had not ordered this.
But no one believed him.
Why did the municipal government people change sides again? To put it bluntly, they are still worried about foreign investment and still stand behind the Rong family.
Where is An An?
He closed his eyes and felt quite powerless until he received a call from the president's office.
——Yunxiao, go to No. 4527 Linfeng Avenue.
Unknown number.
Shen Yunxiao looked at him coldly and almost guessed where his brother was, then he made a phone call.
*
Rong family.
The boy walked back and forth in the courtyard, looking a little timid at first and then a little annoyed.
"Hello, can I borrow your phone?"
"Sorry, no."
"I want to call my family."
"Can't."
I kept hitting a wall.
The boy couldn't figure it out, so he sat on a chair in the yard and looked at the artificial stones.
elder brother……
Are you still angry?
He sighed, then looked down at his wrist and paused, "Huh?"
I touched it again and again, but always felt like something was missing.
The decoration of the Rong family's house is very classical, with three floors inside and outside. If you don't know, you would think it is a large courtyard house in Beijing.
The boy walked around and came to a room where a servant was standing at the door.
"I want to find Brother Mingzheng."
After saying this, he couldn't help shaking.
Shen Ningan shook his head, “No, I want to find Rong Mingzheng.”
He touched his arm and felt goose bumps all over his body. He lowered his eyes and looked a little confused.
The door opened.
The servant cast a strange look at him, and the boy first felt deeply uncomfortable, and then began to feel annoyed.
"What are you looking at me for?"
The two people began to look at each other.
Who is afraid of whom.
Confrontationing.
maid:"……"
Rong Mingzheng said coldly in the room, "Come in."
But people didn't react.
I had to repeat, "Come in."
The young man felt as if he was in another world, so he didn't bother with the man and walked in.
He remembered this quiet room, where he had massaged his head before, and the other party's blindness had not yet recovered.
The watery eyes turned around.
Rong Mingzheng raised his eyes and looked at the man.
The young man stood in front of him, his gaze pure and peaceful, and just stared for a long while.
"Your eyes are better."
The tone was muffled.
Rong Mingzheng frowned, "Yeah."
"come over."
The boy was instinctively unhappy, as if this sentence had suddenly stirred up his negative emotions.
How could he say such a thing?
He shouldn't have said that.
Didn't go through.
That faint feeling of nostalgia dissipated like the wind.
"Brother Mingzheng, did I have a backpack with me when I had the car accident? Some of my things fell out."
"Did you keep it for me?"
Rong Mingzheng's expression remained unchanged, and he said softly, "An An, no, you didn't bring anything."
“Shen Ning’an” was wearing a solid-colored home suit, standing opposite, with a very straightforward expression of confusion.
“No…”
The boy was very annoyed and scratched his wrist.
"Please help me find it."
“…”
Rong Mingzheng said patiently, "An'an, no, don't you understand me? You didn't bring anything."
“But I think so.”
Very stubborn.
The man opposite frowned, as if he couldn't understand anything at all, and stared at the boy in front of him.
The other party blinked and said softly, "I want to call my brother."
"You only remember Shen Yunxiao!"
People were startled.
He put his hands behind his back.
Clever.
Around six o'clock in the evening, Rong Mingzheng closed his eyes, handed him the phone, sat in front of the desk, and said coldly, "Call."
The boy was delighted.
Click and tap a string of numbers.
The other side was soon open.
"Hey..." he said happily.
But the next second.
"Chen Lin——"
Two short words, interrupted.
The boy was stunned.
Rong Mingzheng grabbed the phone in a rage, his forehead throbbing, "Who did you call?"
The phone was smashed into pieces.
He was so scared that his face turned pale.
"Brother, brother."
Rong Mingzheng was speechless, so he grabbed the man's chin and pulled him over, "Brother? Which brother?"
“Shen Ning’an” felt so painful, with tears in his eyes.
There is no land at all——
Eh.
I can't remember.
"Shen Yunxiao."
"I only have this one brother."
The tone is muffled and very dependent.
Rong Mingzheng loosened his hand and told someone to come over, "Take him back to the room."
Then he sat quietly at the desk for a long time.
I can't figure it out.
Dial the internal line.
—Come here and examine him again.
“Shen Ning’an” returned to the room, vaguely aware of the fact that he was locked up, but couldn’t figure it out.
What is this for.
Why do you have to show affection in front of him...
The young man covered his chest with his hands, looking a little confused, but he didn't feel that bad.
In fact, he has always been against Shen Yunxiao.
Maybe it's the rebellious period.
"Why don't you look for me, brother?"
He suddenly remembered the number again, his heart pounding, Shen Lin?
Whose name?
Did that person make a wrong call?
The second day at the Rong family’s old house.
Chu Xiu visited on time again, bringing some two-dimensional things, and watched people's reactions with an expressionless face.
The young man sat cross-legged on the bed, secretly glancing at Chu Xiu, then at Baji, looking a little sneaky.
"say what?"
"You... give it to me?" The slender fingers first pointed towards the other person, then towards himself.
The boy's thinking was very clear, "It doesn't fit. I was the stand-in and you are the real one. Why did Brother Mingzheng put us together?"
Before Chu Xiu had the chance to explain to the person in front of him, the person in front of him pouted and slapped himself on the mouth.
"Rong Mingzheng."
"I'm screaming so disgusting."
Chu Xiu: “…”
Weird.
"Chen Ning'an." Chu Xiu leaned down slightly and said softly, "Don't you remember anything?"
"What should I remember?"
"fine."
Chu Xiu tilted his head and said slowly: "If you had always been in the Rong family, it would have been easier for me to see you."
“But it’s not very good.”
"What do you want to see me for?"
“…”
"Shen Ning'an" rubbed his face again. He had never seen such a person in his life. It was so strange, just like in a novel——
Huh?
Just then, the door opened and the doctor came in.
The young man saw Rong Mingzheng and went up to him and said, "I want to call my brother."
“…”
Enjoy it, repeat, repeat.
Living repeater.
His wrist was pulled apart, and the boy cried out in pain, looking aggrieved, and turned his head to the side.
Rong Mingzheng closed his eyes and handed his hand to the doctor, "Something went wrong, didn't it? An An is not like this."
Chu Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly.
The young man turned around suspiciously and said in disbelief, "I'm An An!"
"Why do you say that?"
"You're going too far."
Rong Mingzheng was so annoyed by the noise that he said gloomily, "If you keep making noise!"
It was eerily quiet.
"I want to call my brother."
The repeater reappears.
When Rong Mingzheng thought about it, he wanted to strangle the person in front of him. If he were to call, whose number would he call?
Can’t remember the person, but remember the number?
It was as if a carefully woven web was pierced by a tree branch.
"I want to be with—"
A cold glance swept over.
The boy lowered his head and said nothing.
Three or four tubes of blood were drawn from my wrist...tears were falling.
Rong Mingzheng was shocked, "Why are you crying?"
An An has never cried and has always been obedient and well-behaved.
“It hurts!”
The doctor pressed the cotton swab and said, "No more aspirations."
The boy hung his head, getting angrier the more he thought about it, "I want to go home."
"I want to go home!"
Chu Xiu took a tissue and wiped the person's tears, but he only remembered his character halfway through the action.
Wipe it hard.
“…”
After the boy had his blood drawn, he became very tired and had no strength to speak.
Just annoying and annoying.
I haven’t apologized to my brother yet…
He didn't mean to climb the Rong family's high branch.
no.
Never.
The chin was suddenly pinched with full force, and “Shen Ning’an” frowned slightly in pain.
"An An? Are you relying on the fact that I dare not touch you?"
The boy in front of him almost thought, "The protagonist can't do 3/p..."
Rong Mingzheng frowned.
What word?
Chu Xiu was stunned for a long time.
But the boy fainted, and large bruises appeared on his arms.
It really looks pitiful.
*
The ancient temple is very quiet.
The little monk was drawing water from the stone well. He looked around but couldn't find the handsome brother.
Feels strange.
He was sent by Donor Lu, and actually he has some vague feelings towards her, but he is so cold and indifferent that it is really difficult to approach him.
Shen Lin... It's Shen Lin...
Why didn’t you come this time?
The wooden windows are quiet and secluded, and there is even some moss in the corners.
——It happened again.
Cannot be changed.
The plot suddenly reversed, just like in the previous life, and the ingenious layout could not change the changing chess pieces.
It is unbelievable that the car window that even bullets cannot penetrate can be opened so easily with a brick.
It seems that there is an invisible hand that manipulates reality on behalf of humans.
Lu Yuting had experienced this in his previous life. When it came to this point, all the plans were messed up, partners suddenly stood on the opposite side, and the media spared no effort to smear him.
Even the mind gradually becomes confused.
——Then what’s the point of starting over?
If an outsider were to see this, they would certainly think that this is just a foolish dream, that what has been done cannot be reversed, and that time will not pass.
——Naturally there is an unsolvable obsession, and Donor Shen is the source of everything.
——He is the breaking point.
The chess piece fell slowly.
But at this moment, the chess piece in the host's hand was snatched away halfway.
"What does this mean?"
The little monk was still eavesdropping under the window when the stone he was standing on crashed over.
I could only vaguely hear the last sentence.
“He doesn’t have to join the game.”
"He's a chess player."
*
"A-choo!" The boy woke up in a daze, scratched his face, and started wandering around.
"I'm thirsty."
The servant glanced at him and poured a glass of water, and “Shen Ning’an” sat on the chair and looked at the glass.
"Thanks!"
He started drinking it with gulps.
Clever.
"Can I borrow your phone?"
The servant ran away in a hurry, and kept saying this since he woke up: The master said he couldn't give it to me.
Deduction of wages.
But there was a little tail following behind him, "I want to find my brother. I was in a car accident and he will be worried."
“Sister, sister!”
"Beautiful sister!"
Rong Mingzheng was reading a report in the laboratory, his face showing annoyance. "You said it's okay?"
"His current personality is clearly wrong—"
The doctor was a miserable man, he just lowered his head and quietly endured the scolding.
"Forget it, go down."
Just as they were leaving, Rong Mingzheng added, "Remember to get blood from Ward 401."
"Don't let him die."
After waiting for what seemed like half an hour, Rong Mingzheng took a deep breath and returned to the old house.
I opened the door and there was no one there.
But as soon as he turned around, a pale-faced boy was standing at the door.
Like a ghost.
"Brother Mingzheng, did I do something wrong? Why don't you let me go home?"
The boy was extremely confused.
"I didn't mean to ruin your relationship."
Rong Mingzheng felt a moment of palpitations, and said expressionlessly, "An An, children should not hide behind the door."
“It’ll scare people.”
The maid has already swallowed two blood pressure pills with water.
The boy nodded, "Okay."
"I want to call my brother."
Repeat again.
Rong Mingzheng's forehead was throbbing, and he said patiently, "No."
"You chased me away, why aren't you chasing me away now?"
Shen Ningan’s eyes were empty, as if he didn’t understand, “I was in a car accident. I want to tell my family, they will think I’m dead.”
Straightforward words, simple face.
The speaker had no intention, but the listener was shocked.
"Do you have any family?" Rong Mingzheng smiled softly, took the man's hand and led him inside, and said coldly to the person next to him, "Don't let him go out randomly in the future."
"I have."
The boy suddenly stopped, shook off the hand that was holding him, and looked straight ahead seriously.
"Who? The Shen family? The Shen family doesn't want you anymore. You're already dead. The identity of Shen Ningan has long since disappeared."
The boy's face turned pale, "What do you mean?"
"I, I'm dead?"
Rong Mingzheng felt the situation was getting tricky.
I could only perfunctorily ask, "Don't you want your schoolbag?"
"Give it to him."
“Shen Ning’an” immediately shifted his attention, took over his schoolbag, and carefully counted the things.
Put on the bracelet.
Just then, the doorbell of Rong's house rang.
"An An?" A steady voice came over.
Rong Mingzheng frowned slightly, but still asked someone to open the door. Shen Yunxiao's brows were gloomy until he saw the familiar face.
The young man pursed his lips, his eyes suddenly filled with tears, and he went up and hugged the man's neck.
"elder brother--"
I feel so wronged.
Shen Yunxiao had always been disliked by others, and had never been treated so close to others before. He was stunned for a long while, and then he touched the person's head, and his hair was soft.
But there was no time to comfort her.
"Am I a ghost?"
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