The story of a farmer and a snake.
The true Bodhisattva with a cold face and a warm heart × the fake saint with a warm face and a cold heart
When she was sixteen years old, Ruan Qingyu was sent to Song Yan. In order to protect herself, she could only try her best to please the noble and gloomy young master in front of her.
Song Yan frowned, looked at the girl in front of him from top to bottom, and asked unceremoniously, leaving no room for error: "Your mother worked hard to push you into the Song family. Didn't she teach you not to just enter other people's rooms?"
Ruan Qingyu felt a little weak as she was stared at by those amber eyes. "Brother, I'm afraid you'll be sad," she bit her lower lip and lowered her eyes, looking pitiful.
Song Yan was silent for a few seconds.
"Who is your brother?"
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Five years later, Ruan Qingyu came home as usual after get off work. After closing the door, he was pulled against the wall by a pair of hands. The man's hands were trembling slightly, and his voice was familiar but hoarse: "Do you know how hard it has been to find you all these years..."
The man sobbed intermittently: "You lied to me..."
Ruan Qingyu was hurt and couldn't bear it anymore, so he slapped him: "Song Yan, you are crazy!"
He laughed, held Ruan Qingyu's finger, and held the fingertip in his mouth: "Yes, I am crazy. You have forced me to become a lunatic with you as my mind. Are you satisfied?"
Song Yan took her hand and put it on his cheek. His amber eyes were flashing. The water was about to overflow, but his hand was shaking slightly. His voice was choked with sobs: "Xiao Ruan, when you grow up, don't you want your brother Ayan?"
Intention: whatever the heart desires, follow the same path as before
