why are you pretending to be B

Liang Song's voice was not loud, falling in the quiet air, but somehow it made Su Lesheng feel ear-piercing.

Ever since he walked into Liang Song's room, Su Lesheng's heart seemed to be wrapped in a hot air balloon full of air, fluttering in mid-air.Now someone pierced the balloon with a needle, and his heart fell into the cold, bottomless valley in an instant.

【You take me for brother? 】His mind went blank, and he struggled to type sign language.

"Didn't I always treat you as my brother?"

Liang Song smiled, as if he didn't know why Su Lesheng suddenly started to worry about this problem.He carried the washbasin to the sink and started to soap the towel, "What's wrong?"

Su Lesheng didn't answer, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Isn't that good, brother?" Liang Song finished washing the towel and sat next to Su Lesheng, "As long as you want, I can always take care of you, and keep in touch after graduation."

Not bad, just not enough.

Liang Song was so kind to him, so good that everyone, including himself, thought it was a kind of "like"; so good that he began to greedy and extravagantly desire things that did not belong to him, and after hearing the words of my aunt He couldn't wait to change his position, and rushed here to take his own humiliation.

Everything in the room seemed to have thorns, sharply mocking Su Lesheng's recklessness and arrogance.He couldn't stay for a moment, turned around and left.

"and many more!"

Liang Song held back his hand: "I..."

There is no more text.

[It's too late, I'll go back first. 】

Now Su Lesheng felt the worry about himself in Liang Song's eyes glaring, so he hurriedly interrupted him and slammed the door out.

There was a "bang" when the door was knocked shut, and Su Gui yelled in a daze in the room: "Lesheng?"

What answered her was the chirping of insects outside the window.

After Su Lesheng left, Liang Song stood at the door of the room for a long time.

He stared at the closed door in front of him, as if he could see Su Lesheng running into the house through it.

God knows just now when Su Lesheng lowered his eyes and stubbornly didn't want himself to see his distress, how much Liang Song wanted to hug him regardless, saying that sentence meant what you thought, I like you as much as you like I do.

But he just wanted to pretend that he didn't know anything when Su Lesheng finally summoned up his courage. This kind of fake innocence not only hurt Su Lesheng, but also stabbed Liang Song in the heart.The irony was that he had no time to wallow in such emotions.

He took out a cigarette from his bag, sniffed the smell of nicotine, played with the silver pendant left by his sister as if looking for comfort, and opened the notes he was reading before Su Lesheng was born.

A few days ago, after Su Lesheng left the rental house in Nancheng City, Liang Song did not "move out" immediately.

He found a USB flash drive in an iron box under the bed at Su Lesheng's house, and found a recording inside.

That was the recording when Song Qingxu was violated ten years ago.

When the last scream stopped and the bottom noise of "rustling" came from the player, Liang Song felt as if he had returned to that night ten years ago.Panting, he ran from school to the clubhouse, and before he could ask why his sister forgot to hold a parent-teacher meeting, he saw her body being carried on a stretcher.

The hands that had buttoned him up and taught him to write his name were pale and limp, protruding from under the white cloth and hanging beside the stretcher, their skin covered with bloodstains and bruises.

He couldn't bear to look, so he lowered his mind to recognize it too far, and saw a used syringe on the messy coffee table.

But that thing was fleeting, and the speed was so fast that Liang Song even suspected that he was dazzled at one point.

But Su Lesheng's recording at home proved that he was not dazzled at the time, and all his knowledge and guesses were correct.

Before Song Qingxu died, she was forcibly injected with some kind of medicine. In this case, Wang Hongde was not the main culprit, and...

The person in the recording mentioned the word "Tianhai", which is why Liang Song came here.But when he got here, he discovered that Tianhai Pharmaceutical Factory had already closed down. According to the company information found on the Internet, the legal person of this deregistered company was Hu Daqiang.

Liang Song checked Hu Daqiang's identity and found that he was a farmer in a nearby village.The old man is over [-] years old and has no children. He is already a little confused, and he doesn't even know that he has a company under his name.

It seems that the identity information of the old man has been stolen, and the real boss of the pharmaceutical factory is someone else.Almost at the same time Liang Song found out this clue, he received a task from his superior.

The Zheng Group, the richest man in Nancheng City, is likely to be inextricably linked with the "Tianxing" company.

After he returned to the city, he had to sneak into the "East City" as soon as possible, and find a way to get close to the regular customer there - Zheng Fei, the current actual controller of the Zheng Group.

The vast night spread in the silent countryside, and the time passed by every minute. Su Lesheng lay on the bed and never closed his eyes for a moment.

He turned over, and something hit his thigh.He took it out and saw that it was Su Lan's watch that was in his pocket earlier.

He picked up the watch that was warmed by his body temperature, looked at the light moonlight reflected by it in the dark night, and the eyes of Liang Song when he put the watch on himself came to mind.

Then there was Liang Song kneeling in front of him and wiping his feet, and the warm smile in his dark eyes.

It's all an illusion.

If he had seen everything clearly earlier, it would not be today...

This thought was tossed and turned in Su Lesheng's heart, and it became more and more sour like fermentation, soaking his heart coldly.

When the first traces of fish-belly white pierced the twilight, he heard the cock clucking outside the window, and he lay down for a while longer, and didn't get up until there was a sound from the kitchen.

"Are you up?"

The stove was already on fire, and Su Gui was cracking eggs, seeing Su Lesheng put down the bowl excitedly, and bumped him with his arm: "Hey, how did you think last night?"

Su Lesheng didn't respond, and took out the unfinished half pickled melon from the refrigerator.

"I reckon you may have figured it out, sorry to say?" Su Gui handed over the chopping board and knife to Su Lesheng so that he could cut pickled melons, "Oh, by the way, you are leaving tomorrow, right? Otherwise, I will hide Go out and make a duo for the two of you..."

【unnecessary. 】

Su Lesheng couldn't help but put the knife on the cutting board, and the loud noise made himself startled.

"What's wrong with you?" Su Gui was obviously more frightened than Su Lesheng.Only then did she remember to observe her nephew's expression, "Why is his face so ugly, are you in a bad mood?"

【No. 】

【He doesn't like me. 】Su Lesheng didn't want to tell Su Gui about this at first, but when he thought about not telling the truth, she would ask all kinds of things again, so he simply said it directly.

"Ah?" Su Gui was stunned for a moment, turned his head and glanced outside the kitchen door, and lowered his voice, "How is that possible?"

It's also true that it's impossible.Su Lesheng didn't answer her, and sliced ​​the pickled melon into thin slices neatly, feeling that the salty juice on the skin seemed to flow directly into his heart along the skin of his fingers, making his heart sore and aching.

Seeing this, Su Gui became more and more anxious: "You child, why can't you speak clearly? My heart is still hanging on for you..."

"Auntie."

Liang Song's voice sounded at the kitchen door, interrupting Su Gui's rambling.

Su Lesheng's action of cutting pickled melons paused for a moment, and his thin back tensed up.

"Are Xiao Liang awake?"

Su Gui smiled awkwardly, looked at Liang Song, and then at Su Lesheng who kept his head down: "Then what, breakfast will be ready soon, you go sit outside for a while."

"No, I'll help."

Liang Song said, holding up the plastic bag in his hand: "I just bought fried dough sticks, let's cut them to serve with porridge."

"Okay." Su Gui smiled.The more she looked at the boy in front of her, the more pleasing she was to her eyes. He was handsome, polite and considerate. He and Jia Lesheng were a natural match.

She has never missed anyone in most of her life, Liang Song must like them, Le Sheng.It's probably because Le Sheng's child is stubborn, misunderstood that people don't like him, and sulked all by himself.

The more Su Gui thought about it, the more she felt that this was right, and she became more enthusiastic about Liang Song's tone: "It's just that you came all the way. We were supposed to entertain you, and we made you spend money."

"It's just a few deep-fried sticks. I'm even ashamed of what you said." Liang Song smiled, and cut the deep-fried sticks into sections with scissors, then turned his head and called Su Lesheng, "Brother."

After cutting the pickled melon, Su Lesheng was washing his hands under the faucet. When he heard this, his movements froze again, and he didn't give any response.

The sound of "squeaking" water sounded silently between the two, and the awkward air condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Cough, what..." Su Gui squeezed into the middle of the two with a dry cough, and before he could say anything, a small plate with a notch on the edge appeared in front of him.

"Huh?" Su Gui glanced at Su Lesheng,

Su Lesheng looked at Liang Song, then pushed the plate in front of Su Gui.

Su Gui still looked at Su Lesheng but refused to answer.

She did it on purpose.Su Lesheng sighed in his heart, picked up the plate in a broken pot, walked around Su Gui and put it in front of Liang Song, and pointed to the soy sauce bottle in the corner.

"Thank you brother."

Liang Song thanked him and took the plate, Su Lesheng ignored him and took out the sliced ​​pickled melons.

"Hey." Su Gui shouted after Su Lesheng's buttocks, "Xiao Liang thanked you well, what's wrong with you kid? The bigger you get, the more rude you are... Xiao Liang, don't take it to heart, I'll tell you later .”

"It's okay, auntie."

Liang Song put on the cap of the soy sauce bottle with a "snap", and a bitter smile escaped silently from his lips.

The porridge in the pressure cooker is cooked, and the air valve rotates and makes a "twittering" sound.Su Lesheng sat alone at the dining table, watching the backs of Liang Song and Su Gui busy in the kitchen, but he didn't want to continue to be in the same space with them.He himself couldn't explain what was going on with him, he just felt that there was a mess in his heart.

What happened last night, in fact, Liang Song was not at fault at all, he might not even realize what happened.

Besides, Su Lesheng can't force Liang Song to like him, but...

It's hard to describe this feeling, all in all, the more nonchalant Liang Song is now, the more Su Lesheng looks like a joke last night.

Rather than saying that Su Lesheng was having trouble with Liang Song, it would be better to say that he was making trouble with himself.He also knew that this was unfair to Liang Song, but there was no way.

Because he really didn't know what kind of state and emotion he should use to face Liang Song.

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Woooooo, stop talking, I'll cry first╥﹏╥