Dressed as a villain's brother

In winter, the dawn is very late, but because of the snow, the sky and the earth are reflected in white.

The snow is piled high, loose and soft, and it sinks in until it reaches the ankle, like walking in the mist close to the ground.

An Rong's mother and son set off early and were sent to the airport after four o'clock.

When He Jin went out, he could still see the white footprints trampled and thumping at the door. In some places, the sparse grass was exposed, covered with a thin layer of freshly fallen snow particles.

There is also a hand-painted cartoon heavy machine gun in the snowdrift beside it, and you can tell whose handwriting it is at a glance.

He Jin pulled up the soft scarf and got into the car in the cold wind.

The gate of the Experimental East School is covered in white, and passers-by tread cautiously on the sidewalk covered with thin ice.

Several guards in thick velvet security uniforms slowly shoveled snow with shovels.

Among the students who gathered at the gate to have a snowball fight, some naughty ones intentionally threw snowballs at the guard's feet, which made the guard scold them in anger.

"Disciplinary Committee? Why are you here?"

The students passing by saw Yang Mu and asked in surprise.

Yang Mu was rolling a snowball in his hand, and there were five or six other flower bed bricks beside him.

Regular and well-pressed.

"Wait," he said.

The boy who asked the question originally wanted to say why you don't play with other people in the class. There is a group of people behind the cedar not far away.Hearing this, he didn't say anything more.

Yang Mu looked down at the snow in his hand.

Last night, he wanted to hit He Yu for the first time, but He Yu slipped away so fast that he disappeared as soon as he turned around with his backpack in his arms.

If you recall carefully, it is actually not difficult to find that He Yu's attitude towards him has always been bad, and he said a lot of resentment, but other than that, he didn't do anything excessive.

Yang Mu thought he was cute at first.

But will there be a lovely person who hates a person so much that he uses feudal superstition to kill him?

It was as if he had been slapped in the face and scolded for seeing the wrong person.

Yang Mu rubbed his hands that were red from the cold, and his cheeks ached from being ground by the teeth.

Courtesy is reciprocal, and after a few hits, it will be considered as canceling each other out.

After another snowball, Yang Mu raised his eyes in the snow particles that began to fall, and saw a Porsche driving on the road in the middle.

Because the road on the car was sprinkled with salt early, the thin ice and thick snow had melted into water and were wet.

A boy in a black coat and short boots got off the Porsche.

Yang Mu remembered the license plate number of that car, and when he saw the similarity in the back, he put on a snowball and walked a few steps forward.

……

The timing of He Jin's arrival was very coincidental.

When the car turned a corner just now, he saw Fu Rongjie hurrying through the car window.

Now you should just wait here, put an end to all possible culprits, and ensure the safety of the protagonist.

Logically speaking, even if this kind of thing still happens, as long as it has nothing to do with He Yu, He Jin can actually ignore it.

He Jin narrowed his eyes as he recalled his junior who was always calm and patient.

Just be a hero.

……

A cloud of broken snow suddenly fell in front of his feet and interrupted his thoughts. He Jin turned his head and saw a few laughing students by the roadside. He paused and walked over to dissuade him.

Before finishing a few words like "Where are you going to hit it? Do you know it's dangerous?" He Jin's right shoulder suddenly sank, and there was a slight blunt sound of objects falling apart, accompanied by cold wetness, blasting against his ears without warning. The impact made him stagger a step forward.

He Jin was stunned for a moment, and before he even had time to prepare himself, there was only one sentence in his mind.

It's over, some kids are targeting him.

He Jin brushed away the snow lying behind his ears, but before he could think of how to fight back, there was another slight and sharp sound of breaking through the air from behind.

He Jin was about to dodge, when someone grabbed his arm and pulled it out.

That force was actually very ingenious, but there was still thin ice on the ground, and the moment He Jin was pulled away, he lost control of his feet, and he and the person who was supporting him hurriedly fell two steps to the side before he was able to stabilize himself. live.

He Jin managed to stand still, turned his head and wanted to thank him, but when he saw the face of the person in front of him, he froze firmly.

"you……"

As soon as He Jin finished speaking, another snow-colored person rushed towards him from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice, "Come again?"

He Jin subconsciously raised his arms to protect the person in front of him, but luckily the snowball missed and hit the edge of his cuff.

One blow after another, He Jin was completely enraged, and he gritted his teeth to deal with the culprit.

But just as he turned the angle, another snowball flew towards him fiercely, much faster than before.

The snowball slid directly next to his shoulder, and by the time He Jin recovered from his shock, it was too late.

The sound of the snowball hitting and shattering was not loud, but it seemed to be stabbed on a stretched nerve, and when it fell, the thread snapped.

Not far away, Yang Mu saw that he had hit someone else, and his movements froze, and he also took advantage of the pause to see clearly the side face of his target.

not him……

Yang Mu froze, his thin lips parted slightly.

"Hurry up and run! That person is coming to trouble you!" The classmates who witnessed the last scene hurriedly grabbed him and rushed into the school.

He Jin was about to run in his direction, but when he saw that he was too late to catch up, he restrained his anger and turned to look at Fu Rongjie's situation.

It was a coincidence that the snowball hit Fu Rongjie's face, and the broken snow fell down rustlingly.

"Are you OK?"

Fu Rongjie was still a little dazed, and only blinked his eyes when he heard this sentence, and two hexagonal snowflakes fell from the gap between his eyelashes.

His eyes were almost white.

Before he could reach out to wipe it off in a panic, his cheeks suddenly felt warm, and the man was helping him to wipe it away.

In front of him, there were red palms at one moment, the glowing sky at one moment, and He Jin's soft smile at another.

Fu Rongjie closed his eyes and didn't continue to look, but the drooping eyelashes trembled a few times with the light strokes of his palms.

"Doesn't it hurt?" He Jin asked after helping him clean up the shards of snow on his face.

"...It's okay." Fu Rongjie put his hand on his cheek.

"Why is your face so hateful?" He Jin tried to make him happy, with a brisk tone.

After he finished teasing, his eyes fell on Fu Rongjie's wrist bone and the position inside his neck.

A beige turtleneck had a little snowfall at the neckline.

Fu Rongjie noticed his gaze, and quickly patted the neckline, "I'll do it myself."

He Jin paused, took a step back, and said apologetically, "Thank you for dragging me... In the end, you were also troubled by me."

But now there is no way to catch the kid who just hit him on purpose.

"How about I..." He Jin thought about how to make it up, but was interrupted by Fu Rongjie.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

He Jin was dazed for a moment, then said, "My younger brother goes to school here."

"Today's monthly exam." Fu Rongjie still had doubts on his face.

He Jin nodded, "So I have to hurry back to school now, do I want to wait for you to come with me?"

"No, I..." Fu Rongjie had just spoken when he suddenly heard someone calling him. He looked in the direction and said, "My friend is here."

Before He Jin could react, he saw a light figure rushing over from the side, with slender arms embracing Fu Rongjie, and there was an obvious cry in his breathing.

It was only when the man raised his head that was deeply buried on Fu Rongjie's shoulder that He Jin saw his face clearly.

According to the original text, Lan Cong is a delicate, long-haired beauty, bold and careful, with outstanding temperament.

But at this age, a boy's smooth black hair only reaches the length behind the ears, and the ends of the hair are slightly curled.

The red nose from crying could not hide its outstanding appearance.

With long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, the beauty is indistinguishable from male to female.

As soon as Lan Cong raised his head, he saw Fu Rongjie's pale crimson face.

He stopped crying immediately, looked at him with a frown, stretched out his pale fingers to touch his forehead, "Do you have a fever?"

Fu Rongjie tore off his hand, and gently pushed him away a few centimeters, "No."

But his eyes drifted in He Jin's direction.

He Jin realized that it was not appropriate for him to stay here and disturb the hero to comfort the bamboo horse.

"I'm going first," he said.

Fu Rongjie let out a "hmm".

After waiting for people to get on the car.

"Who was that just now? Why does it look familiar?" Lan Cong asked without recognizing it for a while, let alone matching it with some photos he had seen.

"My senior." Fu Rongjie pulled him over and walked to a safer place.

"Auntie's matter..." he said.

Lan Cong's eyes became wet again, "My dad said that after a while he will hand over the company's affairs, and he will come back with mother's ashes... I won't go back..."

The relationship between the two of them was gradually estranged because of too many things that happened in the past six months, but it became a little closer because of this sudden incident.

When Fu Rongjie was dragged to the shopping mall by Lan Cong again on the weekend, it was already approaching New Year's Day.

After the end of the semester, because I have to participate in the winter camp of a famous school, I will be busy again.

Now is a rare free time.

Fu Rongjie accompanied Lan Cong to buy some snacks, ate dessert, and went to a pen specialty store.

The shopkeeper's attitude was very gentle and courteous, Lan Cong was persuaded by him several times to choose three or four pens, then turned around and asked, "Brother, don't you want to choose one?"

The shopkeeper turned to him again, asked him what he needed, and recommended it eagerly.

Fu Rongjie chose a lacquered black ink pen with a platinum-gold border, and when he was about to pack it, he thought of something, so he asked, "Can you engrave the pen clip?"

The shopkeeper smiled, "Yes."

Lan Cong leaned over to take a look, not knowing why, "You want to give it away?"

"Maybe." Fu Rongjie carefully turned the pen in his hand, rubbing it lightly with his fingertips.

……

On the eve of New Year's Day, it is also the time when various clubs in the school are busy with activities.

The atmosphere of the few classes where the teacher is not too strict is particularly active.

The third class of high school is obviously among them.

When He Jin went back to class to get his things, he saw that the class was very noisy.

Seeing He Jin and Xiao Mingce come back, the excitement intensified again.

"What kind of drama is the animation club going to perform? It's a good outfit, and it's worth the money..."

"Is it okay if you're handsome? You don't have the same effect on this set of headgear."

He Jin uncomfortably gathered the heavy cloak that was draped behind him, took off his military cap and put it on his forearm, and entered the door.

Compared with him, Xiao Mingce is more simple, at least he doesn't have the windy silver cloak.

When deciding on a role, He Jin was forced to choose this outfit due to her slight height advantage.

But—whenever he was dragged by Xiao Mingcer to sign up for an event at the animation club, he would refuse without hesitation.

"Hurry up, grab your things and leave quickly," He Jin urged.

"What's the rush?" Xiao Mingce sat down leisurely on the seat, lowered his head and rummaged through the table.

"Remember to bring a pen." Xiao Mingce raised his head to remind.

The two of them are now sitting near the back door of the classroom. The seats are close to each other, so it is very convenient for them to communicate.

He Jin responded, and pulled out a pen from under the paper on the table.

Perhaps it was because the white gloves on reduced the tactility of the fingertips, the moment the pen touched the palm of the hand, the pen deviated from the direction and rolled off the edge of the table.

A figure suddenly swayed in front of him, and Liang Hong, who was already close, bent down to help him pick it up. When he got up, he jumped forward because he avoided the corner of the table, and almost fell, but He Jin grabbed him in time.

Because of the location, He Jin was bumped.

Liang Hong rubbed his head, raised his head from his chest and took two steps back, handed him the pen, "Fortunately it didn't fall on the ground."

"Thank you." He Jin took the gap, and heard Zhou Mao in the back seat laughing and said, "Liang Hong, your gesture of throwing yourself into your arms is too deliberate, don't you like He Jin~"

Liang Hong was taken aback, and immediately retorted: "No, don't talk nonsense! I'll just pick up something for you, the pen is easy to break..."

Zhou Mao was full of doubts, "I just saw it. As soon as He Jin and the others came in, your eyes became straight, and you kept staring at He Jin!"

"I really didn't!" Liang Hong panicked and quickly explained to He Jin, "I didn't mean that..."

"If it's not true, why are you panicking? I'm obviously right!" Zhou Mao said with a gossiping expression on his face.

Liang Hong's face turned red, and his voice was raised several times, "I really don't like him, I do!"

"Who?" Zhou Mao asked, and several people around were attracted to watch the fun.

Liang Hong looked at Xiao Mingce a few times, but Xiao Mingce's head, which was already buried in the belly of the table, almost got into it now.

"Tough guy!" Liang Hong said in a loud voice, biting his lip, "That's why I don't like people like He Jin..."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hands again and again, "I didn't mean to say that he was bad!"

He Jin knew that Zhou Mao was joking, so he couldn't straighten his back from laughing, so he could only hold on to the corner of the table and put one hand on his lips to cover his lips, "Understood, I'm not worthy."

As soon as Liang Hong finished speaking, he regretted it.

This speech obviously did not conform to his usual gentle and gentle style.

Liang Hong cast a glance at Xiao Mingce's finally raised head from the corner of his eye, and quickly returned to his seat with a blushing face.

Xiao Mingce took the good things, pulled He Jin and walked out, "Hurry up!"

"Aren't you in a hurry just now?" He Jin asked strangely.

Xiao Mingce rolled his eyes around, saw the pen in his hand, and forcefully changed the subject, "When did you buy this pen, didn't you want to use it?"

He Jin pinched the pen, "My brother gave it to me."

"Your brother actually thought of giving you a pen?" Xiao Mingce had a look of disbelief.

He Jin replied, "His classmate was going to throw a snowball at my brother last time, but he admitted that the wrong person threw it on me, and asked my brother to make up for it."

After explaining, He Jin didn't intend to let him go, so he raised his arm and put it on Xiao Mingce's shoulder, "How about you, please tell me, what's going on with Liang Hong? Is he staring at me? It's obviously you! "

Xiao Mingce was walking to the stairs with a complicated expression on his face. He failed several times to break free from He Jin's shackles, so he could only plead for mercy in a low voice, "Let me go, brother! It really has nothing to do with me... Last weekend he suddenly confessed to me I was not mentally prepared at all, so I directly refused, and now I don't know how to face him..."

"..."

Behind him, at the corner of the corridor at the door of Class [-].

Fu Rongjie turned his back and picked up his mobile phone to answer the call. The gift box tied with a thin ribbon looked small and delicate between his fingers.

"Uncle." He called.

The voice on the other end was deep and steady, "Your grandpa is awake and wants to see you."

Fu Rongjie paused, "Just woke up?"

Fu Chenggang: "Well, pack up your things and come out, Lao Yuan has already gone to pick you up."

Fu Rongjie stroked the corner of the gift box with his thumb, followed the direction where He Jin left for a second, "Okay."

……

"Why is this junior here?" A girl sitting by the window turned around to discuss.

"Who knows, I was standing by the back door for a while just now." Yan Yun said, "Maybe I'm waiting for someone."

After thinking for a while, Yan Yun raised her eyes again, excitedly, "Hey, who do you think is handsome, this junior or He Jin!"

"Who will choose, of course both!"