My brother became a love brain

Chapter 134

I instinctively looked at Song Dongyang, only to realize that his expression was also ugly. He was silent for a few seconds, then quickly stretched his hand under the seat, took out a small box, and stretched his hand to the Under my seat, a second box was pulled out.

"what is this?"

"parachute."

He opened a box and began to quickly put on various equipment for me. I was still in a daze, but I quickly reacted and said to him: "You put on your own first."

"You don't wear that stuff."

I reached out and held his hand and said, "You wear it first, or we have a fight and waste time together."

Song Dongyang closed his eyes, as if to cover up some kind of emotion that was hard to hide, he took a step back and said quickly: "Okay, I'll wear it first."

He began to quickly put various equipment on his body. I watched his movements, and put some not very complicated accessories on his body in a decent manner. After Song Dongyang finished putting on himself, he helped me organize the equipment , while telling me the steps of skydiving.

I took out the concentrated attention I had in the college entrance examination room, and wrote down every word he said. Before I had time to think about anything, I jumped off the edge of the glass disc with him.

It wasn't until I actually jumped down that I realized just how high we had been - we had left the round building long ago, and the scenery below had become far and small.

It's strange, I didn't seem to notice my feet at all just now, maybe all my mind was on Song Dongyang and the starry sky.

"Open the umbrella."

Song Dongyang was far away from me, but his voice rang in my ears. Maybe there is an intercom system in this equipment?

I pulled the ripcord neatly, opened the parachute, and the huge canopy bounced off. I couldn't help turning my head and noticed that Song Dongyang's canopy was quickly popping open—he only opened it after confirming that I opened it own parachute.

I held the rope with both hands, and wanted to lean towards him. This is of course a fantasy operation for a novice like me, so I had to give up and stare at him instead.

"Pay attention to the control of the parachute." His voice sounded in my ears with a trace of helplessness.

"Song Dongyang." I called out his name.

"Huh?" He responded quickly.

"I love you." The evening wind brushed my cheeks, and the words came out naturally.

Song Dongyang didn't respond to me for a long time, which made me even suspect that the equipment suddenly broke down.

"Ready to descend."

Song Dongyang’s voice finally sounded. I was a little disappointed, but I still focused all my attention on controlling the parachute. Fortunately, this parachute is very intelligent. When it finally lands, it will even automatically assist in adjusting my landing posture. I still landed on the ground smoothly.

After dozens of seconds, Song Dongyang also landed on the grass not far from me.

I started to unscramble the device awkwardly, but just as my hand touched the voice device, Song Dongyang's voice rang in my ears again.

He said, "Don't tear it down yet."

At that moment, I realized what he was going to say, and my heart was beating like a heroine in a romantic drama.

But I still dismantled the audio device, tore off the connection with the umbrella, and strode towards him.The distance between us was not far, but it seemed like I had been running for a long time. I stood in front of him, panting heavily, and said, "I want to hear you tell me in person."

"It's not fair," he said, with all kinds of equipment and ropes tied to his body, a bit like the protagonist who just finished a battle. "You didn't confess your confession to your face."

"I love you." I said these three words neatly without hesitation.

This time it was him who was stunned. Under my gaze, his expression changed from shock to surprise, and from surprise to ecstasy.

He held me tight, even bound with a rope.

He said, "Chi Rui, I love you too."

When I watched movies before, I always felt that the hero and heroine still kiss passionately when the crisis is over, which is a bit silly.

But when it really happened to me, it all happened so naturally.

Maybe there are still some romantic longings in my bones, so that at a certain moment, I don't want to get to the truth of the matter at all, and I just want to be with Song Dongyang as if the end is coming.

On the contrary, Song Dongyang was much more restrained than me. He held me with one hand, and used the other hand to loosen the shackles on my body.When I let go of him, he calmly took out the communication device, put it on his ear, and said, "Find out what happened this time, and give me the answer before noon tomorrow."

I looked at him for a while, and somehow felt that he was so good-looking, so I leaned over and kissed him again.

Song Dongyang's expression was very light at that moment, he said: "You have a little love brain."

I felt as if I had been thrown a basin of cold water suddenly, and I didn't know what to do in response.

He smiled softly again, hugged me tightly, and said, "I am the love brain."

"What did you mean by what you just said?"

I'm not very good at guessing in private, so I just asked him directly.

"Just saying it casually." He looked very nervous.

"You think I'm stupid?"

"No, you're smart, I just didn't expect you to be so cute."

The conversation became extremely unnutritious, and I was also terrified that my emotions were too deeply affected by him. I took the initiative to push away his embrace, turned around and walked in the direction I came from, maybe I need to be alone for a while.

Song Dongyang's footsteps followed like a shadow. He seemed to be used to walking behind me, believing that I would be in his sight. Sometimes, I didn't think he regarded me as a complete person, but regarded me as a person. A possession, a symbol, a thing.

I would choose to stay away from him because I was aware of this, and I would quietly approach him because of his slightly clumsy and ancient dating arrangements.

I really liked him, and even began to waver in my determination to leave, and occasionally I had the idea of ​​"it's good to stay here with him".

Song Dongyang said that I am a love brain, I am afraid I can't deny it.

But I'm still not happy when he said that.I heard a hint of casual mockery in this statement, and didn't think it was just my illusion.

For the first time, I had doubts about Song Dongyang's love for me.

When we returned to the bedroom, Song Dongyang lit the aromatherapy, which smelled like sweet orange.He rubbed away the blood that had been squeezed by the parachute gear on my body, and then wrapped it with a hot towel.

Gentle and considerate, handsome and rich, like a perfect partner.

I half-closed my eyes, touched his smooth back, and said, "If you lie to me, you'd better keep lying to me, and don't let me know the truth."

"I won't lie to you." He lied softly and kissed my forehead.

Like love, like pity.

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