"elder brother… "
When she was born, her elder brother had already skipped grades and was in junior high school.
When she learned to write, it was her brother who taught her stroke by stroke.
The pen is sharp and vigorous. Looking at words is like looking at people, and the momentum of unrestrained publicity rushes towards your face.
Song Yaoyao's heart sank.
Her throat was dry, she licked her lips, and asked calmly, "Are you friends with my brother?"
Hearing this, Nolan coughed.
Song Yaoyao suspected that she was hallucinating, and she actually saw a trace of embarrassment in the young priest's eyes.
But soon, when she wanted to take a closer look, there was nothing left.
Nolan took it for granted: "Of course! He and I are very, very good friends!"
Song Yaoyao didn't read the letter immediately, "Song Wenchuan?"
She said a name.
Nolan bent his eyes, his temperament was pure and holy. He stared at Song Yaoyao tolerantly, and shook his head, "No, no, I don't like him."
Song Yaoyao's heart skipped a beat.
"I'm talking about Mr. Second Personality, although he hasn't appeared for a long time."
Nolan smiled mysteriously, with regret in his tone.
Song Yaoyao lowered her eyelashes.
It has not appeared for a long time.
"Now, you should trust me, right? Little cutie, there are many people who want to make friends with me."
"What about you? Do you have any friends you want?"
These words changed Nolan's expression.
The subtle expression was fleeting, and he shrugged, "Probably, maybe... there is one?"
He is also a man who is both mysterious and particularly dislikes him.
Song Yaoyao was silent.
There are very few people she can't understand, Huo Yunque is one, and so is the young priest in front of her.
The breath on his body is so pure, too clean.
Living in such a big dye vat, no one can be spotless.
Unless, he is pretending.
"Let's talk, even if you don't believe me, don't you believe Song? I was entrusted by him."
Song Yaoyao didn't know how much he knew, and was surprised at what her brother did with Song Wenchuan's body.
She pursed her lips, with a sullen face, and walked over quietly.
Sit face to face.
After a long silence, Song Yaoyao still couldn't resist the worries and doubts in her heart, "How much do you... know?"
In this regard, Nolan expressed helplessness.
Although he was very curious about that man, there was too little information for him to use. He didn't believe at all that a car accident would turn a mediocre person into a genius suddenly.
Well, although that Song Wenchuan was good enough compared to most people.
But everything is always afraid of comparison.
In Nolan's eyes, the judgment is judged.
Although Nolan didn't know anything, would he tell the truth
of course not-
Nolan smiled, "I know everything."
This is the only person Mr. Second Personality cares about. Perhaps, he can get some interesting information from this little angel.
However-
Song Yaoyao nodded obediently, her palm-sized face was full of innocence, her light red lips parted slightly, "Oh."
knew.
Nolan couldn't help but twitched his lips, "Oh?"
That's it
It's over
Don't say something else
As if knowing what he was thinking, Song Yaoyao lowered her head and completely avoided the topic.
She looked at the sealed letter in her hand, "Thank you very much for delivering the letter for me, by the way, should I call you—Master Priest?"
"Oh, that's not necessary."
The priest smiled and said, "My name is very long, so you can just call me Nolan."
how long