Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan's teary eyes were hazy, and her little hand touched his chest lightly, and tremblingly asked, "I want to see my brother, can I?"

After speaking, another tear fell.

Shi Yuhan reached over with her thumb, wiped away the tears she had seeped, and then nodded lightly.

The snow is still falling, and the weather is getting colder and colder, but the room is warm as spring.

The next day, Song Qinghuan got his wish and saw that the words were flat.

The two sat opposite each other, because they had seen it yesterday, and those who were going to be excited have been excited. They are lost and regained. The grand joy of reuniting after a long absence has been calmed down. At this moment, they are very calm.

In fact, Song Qinghuan had too much to say and too much to ask.

But when she really met people, she realized that she didn't know what to say, so she started asking what to do first.

"Over the past year, have you been okay? Qing Huan," he finally said flatly. Although it was the most old-fashioned opening line, it finally broke the long silence.

Song Qinghuan smiled slightly: "I'm fine, I just miss you, brother, where did you go this time? Do you know that I have been looking for you? I always believed that you are still alive until I met those four fingers. Man, the man said, he killed you, he threw you into the sea to feed the fish."

"After taking me away forcibly, the man beat me severely, then tied my hands and feet with twine, put them in a sack, and then threw them into the sea, but I was fateful and broke free of the twine. He escaped from the sack, and was rescued by a fisherman behind him, so he survived."

The thrilling process was narrated lightly and indifferently, as if telling someone else's story.

A deep sorrow filled Song Qinghuan's heart. She bit her lip and her eyes were red again: "If you don't die in a catastrophe, you will have a blessing, brother, you have suffered, but now you are well, you are finally back, and you can also repent."

Yan Ping smiled and looked at her: "You believe your brother is wronged?"

Song Qinghuan nodded and said very firmly: "Of course, I have always believed that my brother was wronged. I know that my brother is a good man and will not do illegal things."

Hearing the words plainly, his eyes drooped slightly, and some did not dare to stare into Song Qinghuan's eyes, "My brother is not as good as you think. My brother is not a good person. My brother joined the Times Group to help a friend."

The water blinked, and Song Qinghuan had a clear look in his eyes, and said dumbly: "I know, my brother's diary belongs to me. Because my brother is missing, I can't find you, so I read your diary. Ben, I know X, and now I also know that X is Shimu, but what is the matter between you two?"

Shi Yuhan was silent for a while, then sighed softly, "This is a bit complicated to say, I don’t know where to start. My brother and Shi Mu are classmates and good friends. Later, he wanted to deal with Shi Yuhan, so he came I helped. At that time, he had not yet joined the Times Group, so I will tell him some information about the group."

Song Qinghuan pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and then asked softly, "Brother, are you..."

"Like Shimu," Song Qinghuan failed to ask the last four words.

She felt that since her elder brother was unwilling to tell her, she had better not ask, as long as she believed that her elder brother and Shi Mu were friends.