Song Jingxian really thought about it seriously. No matter how disappointed Song Zhao's actions three years ago were, he was so disappointed that he wanted to break off relations with her.

But she was always his blood-connected sister. No matter how heartbroken he was, he wouldn't really ignore her when Song Zhao got married in the future.

Since Song Zhao has taken action to make up for him, even though he is three years late, he doesn't need it anymore, he still has deep resentment in his heart.

But who made him her elder brother? He was willing to try to tolerate her.

His responsibilities are also his sister who has been raised.

He should lower his demands on her, just to ask Song Zhao to be at peace in the future.

After all, if he continues to be angry with his sister, he will make outsiders laugh at it.

He will buried those resentment that cannot be said firmly in his heart.

Song Zhao didn't say anything.

Song Jingxian stood under the steps, the rain soaked his eyebrows and eyes. His pupils were very dark, like a flower of a high mountain growing in a steep hanging wall.

Arrogant and indifferent.

But in Song Jingxian's eyes, Song Zhao was as calm as ever.

This kind of calm seems to be the lake that has been silent for a hundred years, which is shocking.

"You didn't want to say anything to me?" Song Jing frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He had already expressed his mercy and said he was generous and ignored him. Why didn't Song Zhao react at all?

Song Zhao lowered his eyes and did not look at him, and replied in a very concise manner, "Oh."

Song Jing was dissatisfied with her perfunctory treatment.

When my sister made him angry, she would pull him on the cuff and say a lot of flattery.

It seems that he ignored her for too long this time, and Song Zhao was also angry.

But he would no longer spoil her, so he would not be able to revert back to his original form.

"You can rest early." Song Jingxian stopped talking and turned around and left.

After walking for a few steps, I turned back.

He took out a beautiful crabapple flower from his sleeve, put it in Song Zhao's palm, said nothing, and left.

This is Song Zhao’s favorite flower.

Xiao Zhaozhao, who was only a few years old, always attracts cats and dogs to make trouble, which often makes Song amazed, angry and loves him.

Xiao Zhaozhao was pretended to be fierce by his elder brother several times, and then he proposed a tacit interaction that only the brother and sister knew about.

If one day she makes Song Jingxian angry, Song Jingxian will give her favorite crabapple flower, and the brother and sister will reconcile.

Song Zhao looked at the crabapple flowers in his palm.

This was a reconciliation that she had not waited for until her death in her previous life, but now there is no trouble.

Maybe she had already understood that she and her elder brother had no longer returned to their past.

Song Zhao was quiet for a few seconds and simply threw the flower outside the corridor.

When he turned around, he didn't notice someone standing behind him and hit the boy's tough chest.

With a bang.

“…”

Song Zhao covered his forehead, raised his eyes and bumped into Si Yu's dark peach blossom eyes.

Four eyes are opposite.

Si Yu lowered his eyes slightly, and the lights in the corridor were heavy, and his contour lines were more three-dimensional and clear, with a straight nose bridge. He asked lazy, "How did you walk."

“…”

He closed his eyebrows and deliberately lowered his voice, "It's so true, did it hit my heart?"

I've never seen anyone turn the tables like this.

Song Zhao took two steps back silently, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead that was hurt by the bang.

He wanted to get angry but didn't dare to do so, so he had to ask in a muffled voice, "Why are you standing behind me, little brother Si?"

The little girl's eyes were wide open with black and white, probably too delicate. With a light hit, her fair forehead turned red.

She rubbed her a few times, and the blush filled the corners of her eyes, looking like a little pitiful.

Si Yu stared at the fog at the end of her eyes for a few seconds, then glanced at the crabapple petals that were hit by the rain outside the corridor.
Chapter completed!