"Brother ......"
When she was born, her brother had already skipped a grade and was in junior high school.When she learned to write, her brother taught her one by one.The pen is sharp and vigorous.Looking at words is like looking at people, and the unruly and flamboyant momentum is coming.Song Miao's heart sank.Her throat was dry, she licked her lips and asked calmly, "You and my brother are friends?"
”Hearing this, Nolan coughed.Song Miao suspected that she was hallucinating, and she actually saw a trace of embarrassment in the eyes of the young priest.But soon, by the time she tried to take a closer look, there was nothing left.Nolan said as a matter of course: "Of course!
I'm really good friends with him!
”Song Miao didn't read the letter for the first time, "Song Wenchuan?
”She said a name.Nolan bent his eyes, his temperament pure and holy.He stared at Song Miao tolerantly and shook his head, "No, no, I don't look down on him." ”Song Miao's heart skipped a beat."
I'm talking about Mr.
Second Personality, though he hasn't been seen for a long time."
Nolan smiled mysteriously, his tone full of regret.Song Miao lowered her eyelashes.It's been a long time since it's been around."
Now, you should trust me, right?
There's a lot of people who want to make friends with me. ”"What about you?
Have a friend you want?
”This sentence made Nolan's expression change.The subtle expression was fleeting, and he shrugged, "Probably, perhaps......
There's one?
”is still a man who is both mysterious and dislikes him.Song Miao was silent.There are few people she can't understand, Huo Yunque is one, and the young priest in front of her is also one.The breath on his body was so pure, too clean.Living in such a big dye vat, no one can be spotless.Unless, he's pretending."
Let's talk, even if you don't believe me, don't you believe Song either?
I have been commissioned by him. ”Song Miao didn't know how much he knew, and was surprised that her brother still used Song Wenchuan's body to do something.She pursed her lips, stretched her little face, and walked over quietly.Sit facing each other.After a long silence, Song Miao still couldn't resist the worries and doubts in her heart, "You......
How much do you know?
”In this regard, Nolan said that he was helpless.He was curious about the man, but there was so little information he could use.He didn't believe at all that a car accident would make a mediocre person suddenly become a genius.Well, although that Song Wenchuan, compared to most people, is good enough.But there is always a fear of comparison.In Nolan's eyes, the judgment is made.Although Nolan doesn't know anything, will he tell the truth?
Of course not - Nolan smiled, "I know everything." ”This is the only person that Mr.
Second Personality cares about, and perhaps, he can get some interesting information from this little angel.However, Song Miao nodded obediently, her palm-sized little face was full of innocence, and her light red lips opened lightly, "Oh." ”Got it.Nolan couldn't help twitching the corners of his lips, "Oh?
”That's it?
That's it?
Don't say anything else?
As if knowing what he was thinking, Song Miao lowered her head and completely avoided the topic.She looked at the sealed letter in her hand, "Thank you for sending it to me, by the way, should I call you, Father Priest?"
”"Oh, not necessarily."
The priest smiled, "My name is very long, so you can just call me Nolan." ”How long is it?