[You who came from the stars] Big brother, don't run

In the blink of an eye, it was April, and it was the time when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. The thin clouds floated in the blue sky, and the days seemed to be very quiet.Deathly silence.

I raised my hand and knocked on the door of the executive office, but there was no response for a long time. I knew he was inside, and after waiting for 2 minutes, I opened the door and went in.

"Executive, this is last quarter's report..."

He was lying on his back on the leather chair with his eyes closed, and I could see the faint bruises around his eyes from such a distance, and his haggard complexion was not as high-spirited as before.

The blue curtains, the beige walls, the ticking quartz clock, everything in the office looks the same.He was so stubborn that he refused to even move the office, and he did not allow others to touch the things in the office.It seems that as long as this is the case, the dead person can come back.The outside world said that they are brothers, but I sneered in my heart.

I took two steps closer and put the report on his desk.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the black eyes were calm and unwavering, and the blackness that was so sharp and chilling had already settled in the bottom of the eyes at this moment, leaving only a misty gray and black.I know those eyes are dead, since the man died.

"Get out."

The sneer turned into a wry smile, since the man died, he didn't want to see me again, as if he believed that I was the culprit, but if he had obstructed him a little bit, I would never disobey him, never will.It's just that he didn't, and let me kill someone.If I was the murderer of this carefully planned murder, he was the mastermind behind it.

The tragedies of killing brothers and seizing the throne have happened from time to time since ancient times.This tragedy was his own making, though I could see that he regretted it.

Two months ago, the man's funeral.There were many people who came to express their condolences, and the scene was very dark. The noble ladies rubbed the corners of their eyes with their handkerchiefs. Even if there were no tears, the mournful cry was enough.He stood in front of the man's tombstone, staring at the man's portrait for a long time, without moving.I stood behind him, motionless.

The man in the posthumous photo pursed his lips and smiled, Junxiu's face was soft, and there seemed to be water rippling in his crooked eyes, which made people feel the softest part of his heart.He chose the photos himself, and I watched him choose from the side. Most of the albums were photos of the two brothers together. His hands trembling turned over page after page, and it took a long time before he found a single photo of the man.He buried his head in his hands, speechless.I tactfully left.

I seem to understand why he is obsessed with that man.

It rained, and the people who came to express their condolences gradually dispersed.Mrs. Li cried and fainted several times, woke up and continued to cry, and was helped away by her youngest son.When the people left, there was no crying in the huge cemetery, and it seemed silent, only the sound of raindrops hitting the flowers planted in the cemetery.He stood there until the cemetery guard told him that the gate was closing, and his straight body shook.He turned around slowly, expressionless.But I still noticed the reddish corners of his eyes.

I hold an umbrella for him.He looked at me with deep eyes, as if he would rush up and kill me in the next second.In the end, he just moved his lips, lowered his eyes, and the slender eyelashes left a faint black shadow on his face.The raindrops blown by the wind are adorned on the eyelashes, like a crystal teardrop, trembling lightly.

"Li Xin, I regret it."

Raindrops were on his black hair, his head was lowered, his face was so pitifully pale, his soft voice dissipated in the cold breeze, breaking up a thin mist.

"He is so afraid of the cold, the ground is freezing cold, what should I do..."

He left step by step, not even daring to turn his head.His back, which had always been tall and straight, did not know when it became so thin. It seemed that something in his heart dissipated overnight, and his eyes were no longer bright.

I held an umbrella and watched him walk away.It was raining and foggy, and someone left and was never seen again.

Lee Jae Kyung, Lee Jae Kyung...

"Get out!" His voice pulled me back from the memory.

"Executive, it's time to get off work." I tried my best not to be affected by his cold voice.

In the past two months, he regarded himself as a machine, socializing, working, eating, and sleeping. He refused to stop and rest, afraid of seeing the crying face of that person in his dream.He was so tired that he fell asleep in the office countless times, and he woke up from the dream countless times with red eyes.Once, I covered him with a blanket, and found that he, who had always swallowed all his emotions in his heart, was crying silently.

I couldn't help yelling at him for "deserving it".

He was stunned for a long time, then suddenly laughed, but the bitterness in his eyes, he was like a helpless child, whispering over and over again that he deserved it, deserved it, deserved it, deserved it.

I can't stand him like this.

I suddenly remembered the first time I saw him.

He walked by the window of the classroom, with the pockets of his suit trousers in his pocket, the corner of his white shirt was blown up by the wind, fragments of sunlight intertwined with his soft hair, he suddenly turned his head to look at me, his face against the light Some transparent, scattered light spots danced on his face, the shallow smile on his face was so warm, and there was a little bit of glimmer in those deep black eyes.

I know his smile is not for me, but my heart still can't help beating heavily.

Memories from years ago finally warmed my cold heart.

I lowered my head again and said modestly, "Executive, it's time to get off work..." I paused, and then continued, "I wish Executive...Happy birthday."

He finally agreed to look up at me.

"Executive, today is your birthday...Miss Liang Minzhu has been waiting for you outside for a long time." I said.

"Birthday..." He murmured in a low voice, he was silent for a while, as if he was caught in some memory, there was light in his eyes.

"Brother, I forgot my birthday again, why didn't you remind me..."

"Brother, you idiot, you actually hurt your hand because of a clay sculpture."

"Brother, I don't dislike your dishes any more."

"Brother, are you coming back..."

"Brother, I was wrong..."

"I was wrong……"

I was overwhelmed by overwhelming sadness, and I didn't dare to look up to see his sad appearance. It would make me feel guilty and wake me up in the middle of the night from nightmares.I quietly backed out and told Liang Minzhu that he would not be off work yet.

Liang Minzhu sat on the sofa in the reception room with a pale face, looking agitated, she said softly: "I'll wait for him here..." This woman once pointed at my nose to tell me not to hold 'dirty feelings' towards him. Dirty feelings, looking at her fragile appearance at the moment, I really can't feel pity for her.

"The executive may be sleeping in the lounge next to the office tonight. If there is anything urgent, I can convey it to you."

This woman moved into Li's house a month ago under the name of 'comforting the bereaved fiancé', and since the man died, he rarely came home, no wonder she came to the company to find someone.

She looked up at me abruptly, hesitantly.

I ignored her complicated eyes, turned around and was about to leave.At the door, she suddenly stopped me.

"Do you... still love him?"

I often ask myself this question too.Do you still love?love it.Otherwise, why does my heart still hurt when I see his disgusted eyes?I looked back at her with a sneer, then sat back behind my desk and turned on the computer.

She came to my table with haggard makeup, and the panic that couldn't be concealed flashed in her eyes.I pretended not to see her, and looked at the documents on my own.She murmured:

"I... I accidentally found a recording pen in the dead brother's room..."

What kind of woman would look for things in the dead brother's room?As if seeing the contempt in my eyes, she hastily explained, "Yes... it's time for cleaning, no intention..."

The Li family has a lot of servants, why would the fiancee of the current heir of the Li family clean it?I sneer.

With trembling hands, she took out the recording pen she was talking about from the bag she was carrying, and pressed the brim of her hat.

[On February 2002, 2, I had a meeting about the team leader level in the morning, then I went to a department store to buy a graduation gift for Hui Kyung, and in the evening, because Jae Kyung said that I must have something to say, I decided to go for a drive ...]

[Brother, go out. ]

[But, Jae-kyung, I feel a little unwell from just now...]

[What's wrong? ]

[I don't know, ah...how come there is a drunk...feeling...well...]

[Not drunk, but starting to be paralyzed, brother. ]

[...]

I was so excited that I quickly snatched the recording pen from her hand.Liang Minzhu gasped heavily, her face full of disbelief, "Li Xin, Brother Zai Jing, killed Brother Han Jing?" It seems that she thinks that I still love Li Zai Jing, so she won't tell about it.Indeed, I am now very glad that the stupid woman told me about it first.

I warned her with a cold face, "If you don't want to die, don't tell this to a third person."

She trembled in fear like a weak little white rabbit, "No, no...Brother Zai Jing is such an excellent and gentle person, he wouldn't do such a cruel thing..."

innocent woman.Although I disdain it, I still coax her, "You go back and take a hot bath to calm down. Don't tell anyone about this recorder, and neither does Li Zaijing. If you are afraid that things will be exposed sooner or later, I will find a way To send you to a safe place..."

She nodded with tears in her eyes, and hurried away with red eyes again.

Stupid woman, only a mental hospital is for you, I won't let anyone threaten him.

Accompanying him to work overtime in the office until he finally fell asleep, I went in and covered him with a blanket, then packed up and went home.I put the voice recorder carefully in the innermost layer of the briefcase.

When I got home, I didn't even have time to turn on the lights, so I quickly poured out everything in my briefcase, found the recorder and started playing.The playback order of the recorder is reversed, from the most recent recording to the long ago.

[November 2001, 11, Jae Kyung, I love you too. ]

[On May 2001, 5, Jae Kyung fell in front of me, covered in blood.At that moment, my mind went blank, and I didn't dare to breathe, afraid of taking his air away.I dare not close my eyes, afraid that he will disappear in front of me... Zai Jing, my Zai Jing. ]

[On December 2000, 12, the sea was so cold, but with Jae Kyung, I always feel that we can go on together forever...]

[Today is December 2000, 12, the end of the year, and the company is very busy.The president of TNA, who I just met a few times, laughed and teased me last time, saying that he is the No. 21 man who all women in Seoul want to marry the most, and he is going to get married soon, and it will be a water wedding, very romantic .I also thought about giving the best wedding to my beloved woman, putting her on the most beautiful wedding dress, and making her smile the most touching smile in the world.However, I think this life is impossible, because my heart was given to a man. ]

I didn't want to listen to it any more, I pressed the button to stop playing, complex emotions surged in my chest.Fortunately, that stupid woman didn't listen behind. Fortunately, he didn't know the existence of this recording pen...

I wanted to destroy it, but I somehow sent it away for preservation.I don't know why I did this, maybe it was out of my own bad taste, imagining how painful it would be if he found out in the future...

Li Zaijing, you make me sad, I will let you taste the pain of not being loved.

The author has something to say: This chapter is from Li Xin's perspective.

It can be regarded as the beginning of abuse... In fact, Liangbo doesn't write too much about abuse. When I type, I always have a deadpan QAQ

But I will try my best to abuse [clench fist] I have waited for a long time, and I just waited until now, didn't I?

Seems like the characters are a bit OOC? ╮(╯_╰)╭ Never mind!The signal is so bad that the author went home for the Chinese New Year, so it can only be sent out now~~~Liangbo is very HAPPY recently~ I came back and looked at the author's column, and I actually increased my work income by three in a week! ! !It's unbelievable. As a little transparent, I am very happy to increase one a week. This time it has increased so fast!Which little angel is it for me? Thank you for your support~

TAT originally wanted to send everyone a red envelope to add to the joy of the New Year, but I am not a contracted author so I can't send out red envelopes =X= I can only wish everyone a happy new year here empty-handed!

PS: I am going to write the plot of the original drama, and the time will jump quickly. Recently, I reviewed the original drama and happened to see the episode where Li Huijing asked Jae Kyung if he wanted to go together to pay homage to his elder brother. Jae Kyung hesitated I rejected it all at once, this plot is the first time I YY Second Brother x Big Brother plot~ I think Zai Jing in the original drama is at least a little bit guilty, or has a sense of guilt or something.

PPS: I hate Liang Minzhu so much, her fans don't hit me, QAQ I really don't like her, it's not for the actor, but for the character itself.