After I became the protagonist Bai Yueguang, I was in the Shura field [Transmigration Book]

"elder brother……"

Chang Jiao yelled in a daze.

Qiao Ying responded, "I'm here, look, I haven't disappeared, I've always been here." He squeezed Chang Jiao's hand, put it in his palm, and let him stare blankly. hold.

Chang Jiao's lips twitched a few times, as if he had just realized it, he rushed forward and hugged Qiao Ying tightly in his arms, with a trembling sobbing sound in his voice: "Brother... you finally came to pick me up I've been looking for you for a long time, but I can't find you, I miss you so much."

He hugged Qiao Ying too tightly, as if he wanted to wrap Qiao Ying in his arms. He was so excited that he could speak incoherently, and his voice was full of endless grievances. He was a child who had struggled in the dark swamp for a long time, and finally saw his thoughts, The long-awaited light almost overflowed with grievances.

"Chang Jiao, Chang Jiao... Chang Jiao?"

Qiao Ying yelled many times, but he was indifferent, holding him incoherently.

He hugged him so tightly that Qiao Ying couldn't see his face. He didn't know if he was crying, but judging from his voice, he should be crying.

Qiao Ying couldn't help it, she was silent for a while before opening her mouth, and called out very, very softly, "An Xun, let me go."

Hearing this familiar address, Chang Jiao's voice stopped, and he slowly let go of his hand, letting him go.

Under the light, Qiao Ying saw that his eyes were full of tears, his pupils were washed clear and bright, the corners of his mouth were curled down in grievance, his eyelashes were wet with tears, and his voice was much more aggrieved than usual: "Brother... You used to call me Xun Xun, why don't you call me that now?"

Qiao Ying followed his words and called softly, "Xun Xun."

Chang Jiao responded happily, holding his hand and not letting go, "Brother, I miss you so much."

Qiao Ying nodded, "I see." He changed from a squatting position, got up and kissed Chang Jiao's forehead earnestly, with a precious and serious attitude: "Xun Xun is obedient, I am here, and I will not leave. "

Chang Jiao held his hand tightly, the corners of his lips curled up, and he was easily coaxed, "Brother, don't leave me behind, okay? They forced me to leave you at that time, and they insisted Take me back, I don't want to leave my brother at all, I don't want to go back with them."

Qiao Ying clenched his hand tightly, and opened his fingers slightly, interlocking his fingers with Chang Jiao. Then he stepped forward and hugged Chang Jiao.

"Brother, why didn't you come out to see me off back then? I waited for you at the door for a long time, but you never came out."

Qiao Ying hugged him, patted him on the back like a coaxing child, her voice subconsciously softened, "I'm sorry, I should have chased him out back then, I thought it was you who wanted to leave."

Chang Jiao hugged his waist, "Brother, I don't blame you, I don't want to blame you, you have to remember, you can't leave me alone in the future, the feeling of leaving my brother is too uncomfortable."

As he said, he burped a little by surprise, Qiao Ying realized that he had drunk so much wine, and patted his hand to let him go, "You wait here, I'll go for a while , help you twist the towel, I'll be right back."

Chang Jiao let go, sat obediently on the thick carpet, looked around, and watched him enter the bathroom.

When Qiao Ying came out with a wet, hot towel, Chang Jiao was no longer on the ground. He was sitting at the desk, concentrating on writing something. He was holding an old fountain pen, and the gold paint around the cap that was almost peeled off was shining in the dark. He pressed his left hand on the table with a solemn and cautious expression.

Qiao Ying sat down beside him with a hot towel, and looked down at what he was writing.

Chang Jiao was writing a letter, and the recipient at the beginning wrote only two words—brother.

Qiao Ying saw the two words on it, paused, glanced at Chang Jiao, and asked softly, "Xun Xun, what are you writing?"

Chang Jiao looked up at him from the letter paper, and said in a low voice, "Write a letter to brother."

Qiao Ying tilted her head slightly, took a hot towel, passed it through his hands pressed on the table, and helped him wipe his face carefully, from his forehead to the tip of his nose, and then to his cheeks and chin. .

"I'm here, why do you still write to me?"

Chang Jiao shook his head left and right in cooperation, asking him to wipe his face clean. His voice came from under the towel in a muffled voice: "I can't stop, I have to write a letter to my brother every day."

Qiao Ying paused, and slid his hand down his cheek, "Every day? You wrote me a letter before? I never received it."

Chang Jiao looked at him, a little aggrieved: "I write every day. I write when I miss my brother. I wanted to send it, but they stopped me. I couldn't find the mailbox afterwards."

Qiao Ying took the hot towel away from his neck, and Chang Jiao lowered his head to write the letter again, with a serious and gentle expression, writing every word very seriously.

Qiao Ying folded the towel and put it aside, sat beside Chang Jiao, watching him write letters quietly.

Chang Jiao's handwriting is very beautiful, with silver hooks painted on iron, and the flamboyant and phoenix dancing reveals a clean and sharp ruthlessness.

Chang Jiao paused, scratched a few times on the paper, and handed over the pen in a daze, his whole body exuded grievance, "Brother, I can't write anymore, I'm out of ink."

Qiao Ying took the pen in his hand and glanced at it. He felt that it looked familiar. He pinched the cap of the pen and turned it around, and successfully found a small "Joe" in an inconspicuous place on the cap, which had been carefully cared for for a long time. .

He rubbed the branded mark with his fingertips, "I won the first prize in the school composition competition for this pen. The teacher gave it to me, and then I gave it to you." He looked at Chang Jiao, "So You have been carrying it for many years?"

Chang Jiao nodded, and said honestly, "I've been hiding it next to my body. This is the only thing my brother gave me, and it can't be taken away by them."

They refer to Chang's parents from beginning to end, and they are also Chang Ping's parents' elder brother and sister-in-law.

Qiao Ying didn't say anything, filled the pen with ink, wiped off the surrounding stains with a paper towel, and put it in Chang Jiao's hand.

Chang Jiao held the pen and continued to write on the paper. Ten minutes later, he wrote his signature on the bottom, put the pen down, and blew on the wet marks on it.

Qiao Ying waited for a while, and seeing that he finally put away the pen, she whispered in his ear, "Can you show me?"

Chang Jiao glanced at him, without any hesitation, handed over the paper, "Only for brother to read."

Qiao Ying held his hand with one hand, held the paper with one hand, and squinted her eyes slightly under the dim light of the desk lamp.

[Brother, here I come again.

I know it's not good for me to write to you all the time, but I can't help it. I think about my brother every day. When I can't see him, I think about my brother. My brother is the best person in the world and my favorite. people.

……

Brother, don't like Chu Yu anymore, just like me alone, okay?I don't want my brother to like others, I'm jealous of him, obviously I was the one who met my brother first, and I fell in love with him first, but my brother fell in love with him first.I don't like the fox either, and the dog, because my brother likes them, so I hate them.

……

Brother, can you just like me alone?I want my brother to only look at me, only like me, only stay by my side, and only care about me alone.

Am I being mean?

But I still like my brother.Since my brother chooses to be with me, he must be prepared for the rest of his life. I will not let you leave me. I am such a despicable and shameless person. Brother, you can't dislike me, and you can't let me go.

I will go crazy.

……

Brother, good night.

I want a goodnight kiss, can I?

No, it doesn't matter, I'm going to see you in my dream, I'm here to kiss my brother good night. 】

After reading everything written in Qiao Ying's letter, it looked like a letter, but also seemed to be just a child's unhappy thoughts. After reading the whole text, there was only one core idea: hate others and like my brother.

"Brother, have you finished watching?" Chang Jiao asked in a low voice.

Qiao Ying put the letter paper on the table, "I finished reading it."

Chang Jiao blinked and looked at him carefully, "Then I will take it away, and I can't give it to you now if I haven't finished watching it."

Qiao Ying tilted her head, "Why, this is a letter for me."

Chang Jiao didn't speak, carefully folded the letter paper and put it in the envelope, then stood up and walked in one direction.

Qiao Ying got up and followed him to see where he was going.

Chang Jiao walked to the side of the bed, squatted down, and pulled out a box half a meter high in the long direction. The box was a combination box with combination locks on three sides.

Chang Jiao narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his hand on the lock shaft, but did not poke it open.

He felt aggrieved immediately, and turned around to ask for help: "Brother..."

Qiao Ying simply sat down on the carpet, and there were sixteen rows of numbers on it, "What's the password?"

Chang Jiao said in a low voice: "It's the addition of my brother's birthday and my birthday, and my brother's is in front."

Qiao Ying was slightly stunned, and entered the password accurately, and opened the front lock. He glanced at the side, "Where's the left side?"

"It's my brother's junior high school registration number."

"What about the right side?"

"Yes... it was the first time I... secretly kissed my brother..."

Qiao Ying: "...?"

What's not right?

He raised his head, Chang Jiao was so drunk that he didn't know what he was talking about, his pupils were as clear as a spring, and he stared at him blankly.

"What did you just say, stealing a kiss? The first time?"

Chang Jiao nodded, and reported a series of numbers, "I kissed my brother's eyes. I like my brother's eyes the most. They are like small brushes, neat and tidy."

Qiao Ying opened the lock first, and wanted to ask him what was going on, but he was caught off guard and saw the contents of the box——the neatly piled, full of white envelopes, the whole box was filled up, leaving nothing behind. a little gap.

Qiao Ying was stunned.

Chang Jiao glanced at it, and said angrily, "I took the wrong one, it's not this one, this one is already full."

As he spoke, he reached under the bed again, pulled out another smaller box, and pushed it to Qiao Ying's side, asking him to open it for him.

Qiao Ying had no choice but to put the box aside first, and look at the other box he dragged out. After entering the same password, the lid of the box popped open automatically, revealing the inside. This box was not as shocking as the previous box. It's the bottom floor, but it's also a lot to look at.

Chang Jiao put the envelope that had just been loaded in, and put it neatly.

Qiao Ying's eyes fell on Chang Jiao's serious face, "Are all these letters addressed to me?"

Chang Jiao nodded, "Well, except for the few letters that were torn up by them, everything else is here. I wrote it secretly for ten years."

Ten years, 360 five days a year, one letter per day, at least one thousand and three hundred and sixty five letters, no wonder it was able to fill up such a big box, and even used another one to pack the extra.

Qiao Ying paused, then stood up suddenly, "I'll go out first, and I'll be right back, you stay here and don't move around, do you understand?"

Chang Jiao nodded, "Brother, come back quickly."

Qiao Ying gave him a condescending look, his eyes were full of water, watery, looking like some kind of small animal that had been abandoned.

Qiao Ying bent over and kissed him on the cheek, "I'll be right back, I'll kiss you first." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chang Jiao clenched his fist, and then touched the other cheek.

Qiao Ying walked out the door, went downstairs to pack up her things, sent the three children out who were full of food and drink, brought Ruyi back to the apartment, closed the door of the apartment, and then returned to the room.

Qiao Ying squatted down and sat down beside Chang Jiao.

"May I read? These letters."

The author has something to say: Drunk Chang Jiao: woo woo woo I want my brother, I want my brother, I want my brother, I want my brother!Whoooo!

Qiao Ying: ... I am here.

Chang Jiao (wronged Baba): My brother doesn't even kiss me, hug me, or coax me.

Qiao Ying: (I don't even want to be perfunctory.)