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

A large bouquet of perfume lilies clustered in front of her was neatly wrapped, with slender branches, delicate and delicious petals, and dewdrops, and the fragrance was pungent.

Qiao Ying was taken aback, and so were the people outside the door, and slowly took the flowers back.

Without the large bouquet of flowers to hide in front of his eyes, the people outside the door were completely exposed to Qiao Ying's realization.

There were three people standing at the door. To be precise, they were three children. A short-haired girl in a beige dress and round-rimmed glasses looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.A boy with a crew-shaved head and casual clothes, he should only be 15 years old.There is also the youngest little boy, wearing shoes, overalls and boots, who looks only five or six years old. He should be the youngest child Chang Jiao mentioned, and he hugs the bottom of the bouquet of flowers tightly.

Before the child realized what happened, he struggled to hug the bouquet up, while the short-haired girl was stunned for a moment, and asked politely, "May I ask who you are?"

Qiao Ying turned sideways, "Chang Jiao's friend."

The short-haired girl came in with two other children. Standing far away in the entrance, she said hello to Chang Jiao who was in the kitchen, and only after receiving a casual response from the other party did she dare to go into the room. Kai sat on the sofa.

The child holding the flowers jumped on his short legs, the boy next to him helped him, and finally sat on it, but still hugged the bouquet of flowers tightly, which looked particularly out of harmony with his body.

Qiao Ying closed the door. Seeing how hard he was hugging him, she simply walked over and bent slightly, "Give me the flowers."

The child's voice came from behind the bouquet, very tender, with the child's unique pronunciation not standard, it sounded waxy.

"No, thank you big brother. I can hold it by myself. My mother said that I want to give flowers to my brother as a gift."

Qiao Ying heard the voice a little familiar, but he thought again, most of the voices of children are soft and soft, so he didn't take this matter to heart.

"Then let me give it to your brother for you, okay? He's in the kitchen, you give it to me, and I'll give it to him right now."

The child hesitated for a moment, then handed over the large bouquet of flowers in his hand, and Qiao Ying took it over, holding it full of fragrance.

"Thank you big brother, I must give it to my brother."

Qiao Ying said "Yes", straightened her back, and went in from the kitchen with flowers in her hands.

The boy tugged at the short-haired girl's sleeve, "Sister, cousin, he must be talking about this person, right?"

Chang Songling glanced at Qiao Ying's figure pacing into the kitchen, and smoothed the newly cut short hair behind her ears, "Well, it should be him."

Chang Ke said "wow" in a low voice, "He looks so good, no wonder my brother likes him, and even rejected the marriage."

Chang Song Ling shrugged, "It's not like you don't know my cousin's temperament. Who can force him to do things he doesn't want to do."

After she finished speaking, she felt that the sleeve on her right hand was being pulled again. She lowered her head and realized that it was Chang Ping, a good boy who had been instructed by her two older brothers and sisters to hold flowers from the beginning to the end.

Chang Ping raised his head, his voice soft and waxy: "Sister Song Ling, what are you talking about?"

Chang Song Ling patted his head, "Ping Ping, sit quietly, and didn't I say that, just call my sister, there is no need to add Song Ling in front."

Chang Ping said "Oh" in a low voice, indicating that he already knew.

Qiao Ying carried the bouquet into the kitchen, just as Chang Jiao turned his back, he handed over the bouquet in his hand.

"The kid outside gave it to you. He said it was a gift from his mother who asked him to give you."

Chang Jiao didn't pick up the flower, "Did Chang Ping give it to my brother?"

Qiao Ying said, "I don't know him, it's the youngest child."

Chang Jiao bent his eyes, and casually fiddled with the tightly tied bouquet, the white and flawless petals were caressed by his knuckle fingers, this action is completely pleasing to the eye.

He curled his lips, "Can I trouble brother to take it out for me? There is a vase under the cabinet next to the dining table, brother, take it out and put it in the porch."

"Ah."

Qiao Ying turned around, carefully placed the petals, which were so full that they looked trembling when clustered together, on the table, and bent down to find a vase in the cabinet.

Chang Jiao looked at his back, the smile in his eyes was mixed with increasingly deep satisfaction.

He stared intently, and suddenly felt someone poke his thigh.

Chang Ping raised his head with difficulty, revealing a small face that had been spoiled and whitened.

Chang Jiao's gaze was very indifferent when facing him, as if he was treating a stranger who he knew but was not familiar with.

He was a little puzzled, what was this little luotou who was his younger brother in name but had no blood relationship with him suddenly ran over.

Chang Ping stretched out a hand and pointed at Qiao Ying, who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets. His amber eyes showed a kind of crystal clear under the light, and his voice carried surprise that could not be concealed.

"This big brother, I've seen it before!"

Chang Jiao was stunned, before he could react, he just watched Chang Ping run away from him, and stood cautiously behind Qiao Ying.

With his little hands behind his back, Chang Ping leaned forward slightly, and called out in a low voice, "Big brother, what are you looking for, do you need me to help you? I'm very good at finding things!"

The voice is softer than Chang Jiao's, with a tender childish voice that can overflow with a slight shake.The tone is also more well-behaved than Chang Jiao's, and he doesn't touch directly, but stands beside him very obediently.Even acting like a baby is more skillful than Chang Jiao.

Chang Jiao suddenly had a bad feeling.

He watched Qiao Ying, who was not far away, paused obviously after hearing the voice, turned around in a half-squat, and saw Chang Ping, who was just up to his waist behind him, simply squatted down and talked to him.

Qiao Ying's face was loose throughout the whole process, the usual indifference was gone, and it turned into a comfortable and cheerful one.

The attitude can be described as very good, there is no impatience and pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Chang Jiao: "..."

He felt like something was not quite right.

Qiao Ying said, "No, why didn't you sit on the sofa and watch TV?"

Chang Ping blinked his eyes, and kissed softly: "I'm here to help you, big brother." He paused, then asked in a low voice: "Big brother, I've seen you before, do you remember me?"

Qiao Ying frowned, not knowing where she had seen this kid before.

Chang Ping lowered his head in embarrassment, his face blushed with embarrassment, "It was on the plane, and the elder brother sat next to me, and he gave me a box of candy, especially delicious candy!"

He said a few key words, Qiao Ying thought for a while, and managed to find the clip on the plane in his memory.

His pupils dilated for a moment, a little surprised, "Are you the crying child?"

"Yeah!" Chang Ping nodded vigorously, humming like a mosquito, "I'm sorry big brother, I didn't mean to cry, after getting off the plane, my mother told me that I'm sorry for waking you up. "

Qiao Ying looked at his well-behaved appearance, and couldn't help rubbing his head with itchy hands, "You're so good."

Chang Ping was even more embarrassed, he murmured for a while, and asked, "Big brother, can I call you brother too? This name, yes, will be closer."

"Well, my name is Qiao Ying."

"My name is Chang Ping, and my mother calls me Ping Ping." Chang Ping glanced behind him, "My brother came out holding flowers, are you looking for a vase? I know where to put it!"

After he finished speaking, he took out a vase from the cabinet turning right from the entrance, and put it in front of Qiao Ying, "Here, brother, look at this vase!"

Looking at his movements, Qiao Ying couldn't help but frowned.

Didn't Chang Jiao say it was by the dining table?It turned out to be on the other side of the porch, no wonder he couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

Chang Ping said: "My mother asked me to bring this vase when I came last time. My brother usually doesn't know how to use it, so I put it in the cabinet."

Qiao Ying said softly, "Thank you." After a pause, he remembered something, and asked, "Do you like sweets? And fruits, what kind of flavors do you like? Where are your two brothers and sisters?"

Chang Ping nodded, "I like to eat sweets, but my mother seldom let me eat them, saying that it would be bad for my teeth. I like to eat blueberries as fruits. Brother Ke likes mangoes and durians. Sister Song Ling usually only eats sliced ​​fruit. Small pieces of banana."

Qiao Ying was slightly surprised, "I remember so clearly, I have a good memory."

Chang Ping glanced at him shyly and timidly, and was extremely embarrassed by the praise, "It's, it's not that good."

"Okay, I know, you go and sit down."

Chang Ping glanced at him, "Brother, you can call me if you need help!"

After he ran away, 008 opened his mouth, and said in almost the same tone as Changping: [Wow, he is so obedient, he can't even tell that he is only six years old. 】

Qiao Ying thought that its tone and voice didn't sound like a serious system, but rather like a child who knew nothing and was full of curiosity.

As he thought about it, he filled the vase with some water, removed the strings of the bouquet, carefully put the loose flower branches in, and finally placed it at the entrance, where you can see it as soon as you enter the door.

Qiao Ying put the vase away, turned and went into the kitchen.

Chang Jiao was processing the ingredients with his back facing him, and his back revealed a lot of unhappiness.

Qiao Ying glanced at the ingredients in front of him, didn't pay much attention, and asked, "Where did you put the apron?"

Chang Jiao's voice was a little muffled, "It's on the hook next to the refrigerator."

Qiao Ying took the apron and put it on by herself, feeling a little strange.

In the past, at times like this, Chang Jiao would come over with a smile and bent eyes, coquettishly saying that he would wear an apron for him.

His reaction now was obviously not quite right.

The kitchen was very quiet, only the sound of the kitchen knife chopping neatly on the cutting board, as if to be discouraged.

In the living room, Chang Song Ling and Chang Ke exchanged glances, and at the same time they focused on the happy Chang Ping. The latter was unaware that he was watching cartoons with his short legs dangling, apparently not knowing that he was What kind of thunder has been touched.

Qiao Ying put the cream into the glass basin, intending to make whipped cream. He stirred his right hand, and the sound of the egg beater colliding with the glass container was very slight.

In this faint voice, Qiao Ying opened her mouth, and it was rare for her to raise a topic. "Is Chang Ping your brother in name? He is very good. I flew over from City A last time, and he happened to sit next to me."

Chang Jiao said "Oh", and for the first time, faced Qiao Ying with a cold attitude.

Qiao Ying was neither in a hurry nor annoyed, and put the glass basin in her hand on the sink, and pulled out a small silver spoon from the side. The top of the spoon was a statue of a cat, which looked very cute.

Qiao Ying scooped some fine and smooth whipped cream with the tip of a spoon, and called out in a flat tone, "Chang Jiao, come here."

The sound of the kitchen knife chopping the cutting board stopped suddenly, Chang Jiao was silent for a moment, and leaned over from the side, "Brother, uh..."

The mouth is filled with the taste of whipped cream, the tip of the tongue touches the delicate touch, with a touch of sweetness, somewhat soft and fluffy like cotton candy, sweet but not greasy, extremely smooth, and slowly melts in the mouth .

It's like filling the whole mouth with the sweet cloud taste after sun exposure.

Chang Jiao subconsciously made a swallowing movement.

Qiao Ying looked at him and asked without changing his expression, "How does it taste?"

Chang Jiao held the tip of the spoon of his mobile phone in his mouth, and was stunned for a moment, the corners of his lips slowly raised up, the arc was not too obvious, but it was joyful and delighted.

His Adam's apple slides up and down, with a very obvious arc. In the kitchen where the light is not too bright, his eyes become darker and darker, and a huge storm is brewing inside, like a dark place full of shadows and clouds. In the sky, strands of dark purple lightning coiled upwards, shining strangely.

This scene should be horrifying, but Chang Jiao's eyes were bent, and all the emotions in his eyes were covered up, leaving only a deceptive face full of smiles.

Qiao Ying took the spoon out of his mouth and asked him to evaluate it.

Chang Jiao stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked off the cream that accidentally got on his lips. He rolled his eyes with a smile, "It's very sweet."

It was indeed very sweet, as sweet as he imagined.

Or, this is what he imagined, the taste of his brother.

The author has something to say: Chang Jiao (excited): I have already kissed my brother a hundred times rounded up! ! !

Qiao Ying: ...?