I'm not in a hurry, I have a brother
The hand of the clock hanging above the blackboard pointed to 11:45. No one in the class was listening to the Chinese class except the class representative and the monitor. The narrow doorway.
A few seconds later, I was the only one left in the classroom. The dean outside the door loudly reprimanded the fast-running students. I strolled past my hapless brothers, and by the way put a piggy page on the back of the dean. , Uncovered from the pencil case on my front desk, the brothers at the penalty station gave me praise one after another.
I'm not in a hurry, I have a brother.
After everyone ran away, I slowly turned out of the teaching building. The moment I took out my phone, I suddenly remembered that my brother told me yesterday that he had a meal at noon.
Hold. My meal.
At this time, I was in the car. I found that I didn’t bring the key, so I asked my brother to send me a location. If I was close to home, I would just go to him to pick up the key. I open the door.
I thought what my brother said about the meal was to change cups with a circle of big bosses, fill up with each other, go home and throw up shit hugged on the toilet. He drank hard every day during the two years he had just worked, and he has only become more decent recently.
When I called his cell phone, he didn't answer it. I was afraid of disrupting his business. He tiptoed open a crack in the door. As a result, there were only two people in the fucking small box, my brother, and there was a woman on the opposite side.
Generally, I have pity for girls. There are a few girls in the class who are as thin as butterflies and beards. For them, I will run away from class cleaning and play on Monday afternoon every time because they can't reach the edge of the blackboard.
The elder sister sitting in front of my brother might be twenty-five or sixty-six. She wears light makeup and is wrapped in a short cheongsam. She is pretty, but I don’t pity her because there is a rose in the vase next to her.
Only men and women will be dating roses. Mom forced my brother to come on a blind date. My brother was just twenty-six this year.
The woman was wearing a pair of very thin strappy sandals. She hooked my brother's legs with toes covered with thin fleshy stockings on the bottom of the table. She didn't eat a few mouthfuls of rice, but she made up her lipstick and powder very diligently.
I am particularly dissatisfied with the candidate of this sister-in-law. Whether my brother likes me or not, my sister-in-law must be pleasing to my eyes anyway.
My brother beckoned me to come over and asked me to call that woman's sister. I threw my schoolbag at my old brother's hand and sat side by side with him with my legs crossed. The woman turned into a female prisoner facing the court.
I interrogated her, what is the surname, how old it is, and there is no need for a lot of dowry, just one apartment in Beijing Third Ring Road, it is best to give birth to six sons to my brother within seven years.
The girl scolded me (80% of us were both) insane and left with her bag.
She is really pretty, I think the most beautiful thing about her is turning away from my brother's back. The focus is on leaving and not on the back.
My brother also scolded me for something wrong.
But I saw half of his teeth sticking out of his lips, which shows that he is smiling.
He pinched the back of my neck with his hand, and the rough vicissitudes of his palm pressed against my skin. It was thick and very hot. He immersed himself in the exercises for the whole morning, and the fatigue of the cervical spine was much more comfortable.
He took out the vibrating cell phone in his pocket and answered his mother's phone. Before he could speak inside, he spoke in advance: "Xiao Yan is here." I know he is implying that my mother will not say a few words.
My mother’s voice is very sharp, even if I don’t use the hands-free speaker, I can hear clearly: "Why did you bring an oil bottle for a blind date? Forget it, how about that girl? She is also an accountant in a state-owned enterprise. She looks good and works well. ."
I thought I was expressionless, but in fact the corners of my mouth were cold and cold. Seeing that the steak on the other side didn’t move, I wanted to take it. The old man frowned, his eyes signaled the waiter to withdraw, and brought me the menu. new.
I was hungry when I was waiting for the dishes, so I took the fork my brother used to pierce the toast and ate it.
My mother was still chattering on the phone. I thought it was funny. She was married to other men and gave birth to her own children. She still couldn't fix the problem of managing the world.
My parents divorced when I was nine years old, and my mom was leaving my eldest brother and left me with my dad because my brother looked like her, I looked like my dad, she hated my dad, and even sat on me.
I said as I ate, Mom wanted to make arrangements for you as soon as possible, so that I can live a family of three with peace of mind. My brother must understand in his heart that he will become an outsider when he gets married and have children with my mother. After he goes out to work and lives alone, he will not be able to kill him during the holidays.
As for me, my dad is the same as dead, and sometimes he scorns his face and asks me for money.
This is called hard brother, dear brother.
"Okay, it's the last time. I don't need to worry about this in the future. I will accompany Xiaoyan to dinner first." My brother hung up the phone and rubbed Shangen. He didn't speak loudly, and he always maintained this calm and calm tone and volume. , I occasionally imitated him intentionally or unintentionally, but my classmates said that I was cold and pretending to be forceful.
The same expression on my brother's face was not at all inconsistent. I stared at him, and the old brother put on my shoulders and started teaching me, saying that the head teacher called him again to file a complaint.
"The teacher said you handed in a blank paper for this exam."
I didn't take it seriously. I was in a bad state at the time, so I didn't want to write.
"Also said you smoked in the toilet."
I'm not convinced. Why is the toilet considered a public place now
"You even lit the female classmate's braids at the front desk with a lighter, are you fucking sick?"
I laughed. I think my front desk is so cute. If she keeps beating me and ignores me, I want to make her laugh, but she cried and I laughed. When falling in love, there is always someone crying. This is called energy conservation. I don’t want to cry, so I can only make others cry.
I brought a fresh steak. I sat across from my brother, moved the rose vase closer, and placed it between us, making my brother laugh. The waiter must have been watching a flower between the two of us. Embarrassed, come over and plan to remove, my brother raised his chin at her, don't need to withdraw, let it go.
The old brother said that smoking is not good, and while training me, he couldn't help but order one, and continued to educate me confidently.
Actually, I learned from him. I got up in the middle of the winter in the third year of the junior high school to urinate. I saw my elder brother smoking a cigarette on an old small balcony leaning on a fence. The surrounding was tattered and gray. Cigarette butts, settle the accounts on the back of the paper that I used up, I lie on the windowsill and watch him look sideways for a long time. I caught a cold in the morning, he's okay, fuck.
I stood up and grabbed his tie, pulled him to stand up and look at me, and then warned him that he was not allowed to get married, and that he was not allowed to pick up people at home. I didn't allow it.
I am a person with a double standard. I can hug the left and right to hug the colored flags, but no one is allowed to put cow dung on my brother. Yes, my brother is a flower. Everyone is cow dung regardless of men and women. Only my brother inserts other people’s dung. Serving.
The old brother loosened his tie himself, his peachy eyes smiled like a crescent moon, he put his trouser pockets in his eyes and looked at me down. The little bunny also took care of your brother, he was very wide.
Yes, my family has the final say.
Right now, we have only two people in our household registration, my brother and me. My brother is the head of the household, but I am the one who has the final say in the family. Once at school, I was asked to copy the home page of my account and my page. I was inexplicably excited. I felt a sense of superiority that was different from everyone else. I didn't expect that they all felt sorry for me and only had a brother. It was really boring.
To eat and drink, I bought a cone to eat. Usually I eat ice cream and only eat the balls on the top. The cone is tossed by my brother. This time I tasted a cherry blossom flavor. A batch was unpalatable. I licked a few mouthfuls. Just give it to my brother.
He hesitated, licked the ice cream, and slowly rolled the cream into his mouth with his tongue.
I thought at the time that if he was not my brother, I would put a dick in his mouth and let him lick it.
But my brother does not show off, my brother is handsome.
I've been thinking along the way, why can't I put a dick into my brother's mouth? Who made this rule? I want to ask my brother, after all, we have nothing to talk about, but my instinct kept me from asking. I always felt that he would give me a punch.
At 2:30, my brother drove me back to school, and when he got out of the car, he told me to listen to the class. As soon as his BMW left, I immediately turned into the playground and went to play with the four buddies who were in physical education class.
"Duan Yan, Duan Yan is here!" I heard the girls in Class 4 whisper that I played well and looked handsome. One thing I said, I just played okay, because they have never seen the world, my brother is handsome, with tall thin lips, double eyelids, nose straight and deep eye sockets, a mixed-race little prince when I was my age.