Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Chapter 203 Guess Who He Is 12

When Song Xun opened his eyes again, there was a long corridor in front of him.

Young boys and girls in school uniforms were walking around with their arms around each other, laughing and joking.

“——Ding-ling-ling.”

“——Ding-ling-ling.”

The school bell rang in every corner.

The boys and girls who were leisurely playing in the corridor scattered one after another. In less than half a minute, the corridor was empty, leaving only four boys standing with their backs against the wall.

Song Xun is one of them.

He blinked, confused.

Is this... a school?

"Song Xun, are you stupid? You can't even throw a note accurately, and that's why I was called here to be scolded."

"Besides getting good grades, what else can a nerd like you do well? After all, we were born from the same womb, so why didn't you inherit any of my strengths? You've become stupid from reading so much. Do you think anyone wants to play with you?"

The boy next to me kept mumbling, which was very annoying.

Song Xun turned his head and took a quick look. The face looked somewhat familiar.

I've never seen it before.

Song Mian, who was speaking excitedly, turned his head and got stuck.

He stared at Song Xun for a while, frowned and thought, and felt that the person in front of him was a little different.

He’s my own brother, how could I not understand him?

In the past, he wanted to stick his head in his collar and his eyes were rooted to the ground. Song Mian made an effort to look up and down again.

It's different.

His back was straightened, his eyes were no longer timid, and his whole aura changed drastically, he looked natural and calm, much more comfortable.

It’s the look…

Song Mian clicked his tongue: "Are you still impatient? You dare to look at me like that? You are courting death."

Song Zhao regained some familiarity when hearing this tone of voice.

Xie Jin is a really hard person to guard against. When you are with him, all kinds of unexpected things happen one after another.

I actually pulled myself into a nightmare.

"I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

The two brothers were born on the same day, only half an hour earlier or later. However, Song Mian is half a head taller than Song Xun, and because he often plays basketball, he is also more muscular.

He even has a loud voice and insists on speaking close to people's ears.

Song Xun rubbed his ears: "I can hear you, no need to speak so loudly."

"You're still angry. Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

"It's all your fault today. I'll tell mom when I get home. Just wait for her to scold you. I'll ask her to deduct your pocket money."

"Hey, I was wondering if you did this on purpose, because mom only bought sneakers for me yesterday, and you were just jealous and messed with me."

Song Xun remembered what happened.

During a mock exam in his senior year of high school, Song Mian asked him to pass on the answers, but he was so nervous that he threw the note crookedly and was discovered by the teacher.

Finally the parents were called.

Because of this, Song Xun was constantly nagged by Lin Xihua during the half year he stayed at home. Even because Song Mian performed poorly in the college entrance examination, this matter was also piled on Song Xun.

Song Xun thought he had forgotten it, but nightmares and illusions never lie. The images they reflect are the most repressed experiences in people's hearts that they are unwilling to face.

It turns out that I have always cared about...

There was a sound of approaching footsteps, and a middle-aged woman in a purple down jacket trotted over and walked into the office.

"Teacher, I'm so sorry. Our Xiao Mian has caused you trouble. I'm sorry, sorry."

Song Xun listened to the noise inside, with a flash of sarcasm in his eyes.

It really has never changed. In Lin Xihua's eyes, there is only Song Mian as his son.

The sounds from the office were still coming out intermittently.

"…The third year of high school is a critical period for them. Look at what Songmian is like. You must teach him well when you go back."

"Yes, yes, of course. I will definitely discipline him."

"This exam is crucial. It covers the review results of the entire senior year of high school, and it will improve and consolidate them. Song Mian can't continue like this..."

Half an hour later.

"Excuse me, teacher. I'll take the person back first."

Lin Xihua waved inside and went straight to Song Mian.

"Son, you've been standing here for a long time. Come back home quickly. Mom has made your favorite pork ribs and corn soup for you."

Song Mian threw his hand away impatiently: "Mom, why are you so late? I'm so bored."

"There's a traffic jam on the road, let's go back quickly."

The two of them walked towards the stairs in the corridor while talking to each other.

He completely forgot about Song Xun who was also standing beside him as punishment.

It's not all about forgetting, it's just about not caring.

When he was about to turn the corner, Song Mian suddenly turned around, made a face at Song Xun who was standing there, and ran away skipping.

Several students who were punished to stand together were taken away by their parents, leaving only Song Xun alone.

The male teacher who came out saw Song Xun outside and was surprised: "Xun, why are you still here? Didn't your mother come here just now and didn't take you away?"

Compared to the ones who scolded Song Mian, his tone towards Song Xun was obviously much gentler.

"Okay, you should go back as well."

Song Xun was in a trance for a moment, then came back to his senses.

He took a step forward, and the scene around him changed instantly.

This time it was in front of a supermarket that was holding an opening ceremony.

Song Xun stared at the four big words "Tiantian Supermarket" in front of him, his pupils constricted.

The sound of the horn was repeated over and over again, with a rustling sound.

"New store opening - new store opening -"

"Anyone who has purchased something in the store can go to the front of the line with the receipt and get ten eggs—"

"First come, first served, once they are all gone--"

This scene…time has moved forward.

Lin Xihua, who looked much younger, held a child in each hand and hurriedly squeezed into the crowd.

The seven-year-old boy was squeezed and looked unhappy: "Mom, let's go, I want to go home and watch TV."

"Xiao Qin, take your brother outside and wait for me. If you're late you won't get the eggs. Please keep an eye on your brother."

The other little boy who was held by Lin Xihua was very obedient and didn't say a word. His little face was deformed by the squeeze, but he still held his mother's hand tightly and tried his best to keep up.

Hearing this, he nodded, took his brother's hand and walked outside, waiting for Lin Xihua outside the supermarket.

...Xiaoqin, Songxun hasn't heard of this name for a long time.

That was his name until he was eight years old.

The time interval is too long, but those quarrels and roars seem to float in my ears one by one.

——If you can't find your brother, you will always have to bear this name. I want you to be reminded every day of the sins you have committed.

Seven-year-old Song Qin was born with a chubby face and a pair of bright, white eyes.

What I heard most since I was a child was that I was praised for being well-behaved and sensible, and for taking care of my younger brother and helping my parents.

He held his brother's hand. Although he was still a child, he acted like a little adult when comforting his brother.

"We can go home and watch TV soon. Let's wait for mom to come back first."

"I don't want it. I want to go back now."

Song Mian got angry and struggled to break free from Song Qin's hand. As a result of his rough movement, the glass beads in his pocket fell to the ground.

"It's all your fault, my glass bead!"

Song Qin bent down and busily picked up the balls on the ground: "I'll help you pick them up, don't cry."

"Hurry up, get out of here."

Song Qin picked up the last glass ball and when he looked up again, there was no one behind him.

——Song Mian is gone.

He quickly stood up and looked around, calling out loudly for his brother.

The sound of the radio, the noise of the crowd, all kinds of sounds came together, making it chaotic.

Song Qin asked the people nearby one by one: "Auntie, have you seen a boy wearing the same clothes as me?"

"No, no, I didn't see it."

"You're looking for your brother by yourself, where's your mother?"

Songqin, who was only seven years old, was barely taller than his legs. He couldn't see anything in the crowd. He wanted to find his mother, but there were too many people and the noise was too loud. He was so anxious that his eyes turned red.

The scene freezes and we arrive at a tube-shaped building.

The family photo hanging on the wall was smashed to pieces on the ground, and cups, school bags and trash cans were all thrown on the ground, making the place a mess.

The woman's shrill cries echoed throughout the house.

Lin Xihua seemed like a madman, in a trance, with messy hair, and was throwing things around the house to vent his anger.

"That's enough—" the man angrily scolded her, "Have you been crazy enough? How long are you going to be crazy?!"

"Songmian is also your son. You are not in a hurry. You just drink and play cards. Have you ever cared about your family?"

"Lin Xihua, you crazy woman, you have the nerve to yell at me. Did you take Song Mian out and lose him? Don't you reflect on yourself and blame me here!"

Lin Xihua smashed the vase on the table and said, "If you didn't go out to play cards, would I have to take Song Qin and Song Mian out to buy groceries?"

"Fall, fall, fall, keep falling." The man slapped her, "You spendthrift woman."

Lin Xihua fell to the ground, covering her face and crying bitterly.

The door opened and Song Qin ran out, trying hard to help Lin Xihua up from the ground.

"Mom, get up and stop crying."

The little boy puffed out his tender chest and shouted at the man, "You are not allowed to bully Mom."

"How dare you, little bastard, give me orders." The man spat, then slammed the door and walked out angrily.

"Mom, get up." Song Qin bent down and tried to help the woman up again. How could a child like him have the strength to do that? The woman remained indifferent.

"Mother……"

Lin Xihua, with disheveled hair, suddenly looked up and stared at Song Qin: "Didn't I tell you to look after your brother? Where have you been? Where have you been? It was you who lost him——"

After saying this, the woman seemed to have unloaded some kind of responsibility and burden that was pressing on her, and she held Song Qin tightly with both hands.

"It's all your fault. It's you who lost my brother. It's you—"

Song Qin was frightened by her scarlet eyes and was stunned. His tender body was shaken left and right: "Mom..."

"Don't call me that. If I don't find my brother, I won't have you as my son."

The house was filled with the woman's screams and the child's suppressed sobs.

Song Xun closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found himself on the staff playground downstairs.

During nap time, there were only energetic kids downstairs who were unwilling to go into the house to sleep.

A group of children held hands and circled around the boy who was huddled on the ground in the middle.

"Song Qin lost his brother, Song Qin lost his brother, Song Qin lost his brother."

"Song Qin has no younger brother. Song Qin is his nemesis. His parents don't like him. He is a wretch. He is a wretch."

The boy in the middle covered his ears tightly, his clothes were dirty, and he was holding back his tears, sobbing quietly.

Song Xun leaned against the wall, lowered his eyes and watched indifferently, without saying a word, with no intention of intervening.

The entire tube building, the playground, and the shouting children gradually faded, broke, and finally disappeared in his eyes.

The villa reappears.

There was a hint of fatigue in Song Xun's eyes, he felt so tired.

Now he just wanted to go up and lie down.

As soon as I took a step, I felt a pulling sensation on my wrist.

Looking down, he saw a hand holding him tightly.

Song Xun tried to pull it open, but failed.

Xie Jin had fallen into a nightmare and lost consciousness, but he still held on to him tightly, leaving no room for him.

Song Xun looked up, and when he saw tears slowly flowing from the corner of Xie Jin's eyes, he stopped pulling.

What happened? And you cried.

It's not like him at all.

Song Xun couldn't think of anything that could have happened to Xie Jin, who was doing so well, that would be worth being so sad.

He slowly raised his hand, placed his fingertips on the corner of Xie Jin's eyes, and wiped them gently.

Song Xun knew that it was not good to pry into people's privacy, but inexplicably, he was eager to know from the bottom of his heart what Xie Jin was going through.

So, be selfish and willful for once.

Xie Jin wouldn’t know anyway.

Song Xun moved his fingertips lightly to the center of Xie Jin's eyebrows and closed his eyes.

The small wooden house is located in the mountains. There is a yard in front where some rabbits are kept, and vegetables are planted on the other side.

This was the illusion that Xie Jin experienced, but Songxun stood in front of the wooden house, looking at the traces of life here, and felt extremely familiar with it.

The forgotten emotions were awakened by familiar scenes, and past events emerged one by one.

How could I forget?

Xie Min spent two days carving the fence out of bamboo strips. The rabbits inside were fat and white, and it was all made by Xie Min alone.

Including the vegetables he planted and the wooden house in front of him, all of them bear his traces.

Song Xun raised his hand to touch it, and the next moment the scene suddenly changed.

This is Xie Jin's illusion, and the scene changes with Xie Jin.

Under the woods, two people hugging each other came into view.

The old man was seen hugging the person in his arms tightly, with a attachment like flesh and blood, unwillingness, despair, and determination.

Song Xun knew who that person was at a glance.

Xie Min had a good figure and good manners. Even though he was old, he did not have a hunchback or poor eyesight.

The young man in his arms was covered tightly, and he still looked like a teenager.

Song Xun vaguely remembered what time period it was.

Forty years after the end of the world, that was the fourth place they moved to.

After the end of the world, everything was rebuilt and the places left for them to escape from the world were constantly shrinking and decreasing.

At that time, humans hated the remaining zombies so much that they insisted on showing no tolerance and completely eradicating them, and they cleared out the zombies everywhere.

Xie Min was always afraid of being seen, so he took him to different places countless times, and he even thought about digging a tunnel and hiding in a cave.

He was in deep thought. Ever since that incident forty years ago, he had been keeping some words and thoughts in his heart.

The relationship between them also became distorted and abnormal. Song Xun spent time trying to change it, but it was useless.

So Song Xun at that time never knew that Xie Min had health problems.

Xie Min didn't want to go out or take risks. He was worried about too many things and lost his composure when it came to anything related to Song Xun.

By the time Song Xun found out, it was too late.

This is the last time they stay in this world.

Song Xun walked towards the two people in the middle.

To be honest, it's a very novel feeling to watch myself and Xie Min from a bystander's perspective.