At twelve forty-five in the middle of the night, I woke up lying on the table, the paper sticking to my face.
I haven’t finished the multiple-choice questions in this comprehensive paper since I went home. I really didn’t know how to accelerate, how to infer the compound, how to get a big A and a small b, and how to inherit the disease. NS. Speaking of which I like my brother, whether this has anything to do with the gene mutation, I wondered for a long time.
My brother quickly typed on the keyboard on my right, and his left hand wrapped in a layer of gauze was not very flexible, but it did not affect his work efficiency. I saw his coffee was cold, so I took it over and wanted to make him a new one.
My brother suddenly leaned back on the chair and rubbed his temples. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was surprised to see me next to him: "Why haven't you slept yet."
His level of concentration at work makes me unpredictable.
My brother Yu Guang scanned the comprehensive paper on the table, and he picked it up and looked through it: "My God, how about studying? Not like you... Wouldn't you really want to take the top 50 exams to be your brother? Have the courage ."
I hate him making fun of me. I admit that I'm not as smart as my brother. My mother gave him all his brains when giving birth to us. It was not enough for me to get half of the dough. I hate studying, so I just finished studying this way. I don’t know what to do, but I can’t do it yet.
My brother glanced at my options, touched his chin and said, "Tsk, Photochemistry is wrong."
I strangled his neck: "You fucking, I didn't let you judge the papers with my bare hands! Fuck!"
He laughed, making me want to break off the two smiling tiger teeth and stuff them in his nostrils.
"Quite well." My brother put his arms around my neck and hooked me back to him. He picked up a pencil and taught me how to do it, drawing and talking.
I was lying on the desk and listening. He put his arm around my shoulder, and wrote and drew pictures on the paper with his other hand. There was only a table lamp in the study, and the shadow of the pencil followed the tip of the pen. It was on the yellow paper. There were rustling footsteps.
My brother was very close to me, half-dangling eyelashes, and some double eyelid creases were dark and light. He focused on the subject, only a paper was reflected in his eyes, and I rushed into his gaze.
"What are you doing." The pen in his hand stopped.
"Brother, you were a princess in your last life."
"fart."
Maybe my brother understands better than the school teacher, or maybe I only like to listen to my brother. After he gave me the whole set of papers, I actually understood it all.
"Let's rest." I sat on the desk with my legs crossed.
My elder brother stood up to relax his muscles and muscles, propped his hands on the edge of the table, dangling a cigarette and asked me to give him some.
"Good boy, borrow a fire."
"No. You fucking don't smoke so much, just two or three a day, don't overdo it."
"Refreshing, otherwise I can't hold it." My brother took out the lighter from the pocket of my school uniform, lit it himself, turned and leaned against the edge of the table and let out a sigh of relief.
After a cigarette, he broke the silence and asked me if it hurts.
I don’t know what he was referring to. His face is no longer swollen, the pinch marks on his neck are not heavy, now the marks are minimal, there is a little pain in the butt, and the bruises on his body have not subsided. I was beaten by him. It was bruised all over, even though I felt it myself.
"Brother started heavy." He smashed the cigarette butt, and boredly peeled the filter to tear the flocculent inside. "But you have to remember."
"It's not that I don't hurt you, that day..." He turned his head as if thinking of something, and I held his string of red sandalwood beads and dangled in front of him.
He didn't react much at first, but when he saw another string on my hand, his shoulders stiffened and his eyes suddenly became uneasy.
It seems that my brother finally chose to give up lying and his eyes fell on the pot of agave in the corner instead of looking at me.
He wanted to reach out for a cigarette again, and I held the cigarette case.
My brother frowned, Huya retracted his lips, turned off the lamp, and left.
In the darkness after the light disappeared, I fumbled and caught my brother, hugged his neck from behind, and kissed his hot ear.
He reached out and dialed me. I grabbed my right hand and put the red sandalwood beads on. Then his fingers interlocked and he couldn't take it off.
"Brother, I am willing."
I giggled and put my chin on his shoulder.
Unexpectedly, the sky was spinning around suddenly, and I was turned over, and when I became clear, he was carried on his shoulders.
"Fuck, let me down."
He carried me to the open window and patted my ass: "This brother is broken, throw it away and buy another one."
I hugged his waist upside down and shouted: "Dare you! I fucking don't go forward! Stop making trouble! Brother Chen Xing moved and asked me to get it back. I didn't know before! I didn't deliberately conceal it, I I just took it today! I just teased you!"
"Take me to play?"
My brother shook me out of the window. I knew he wouldn’t really throw me at me, but everyone was scared at this height. I hugged his upper body tightly and screamed, “No! I, I also thought about it when I was a kid. Mainly, when I was a kid, I didn’t know what it was like. I liked watching you take a bath and sneaking through your underwear. Anyway, I’m a pervert, I’m a pervert!"
Fuck, what the hell am I talking about.
The unexpected movement of my brother stopped for a few seconds and put me down.
"Mom forced Duan Rui, you're a shit." I gave him a hand, and when I wanted to kick my feet, he dragged me over and hugged me.
The study was too dark and I couldn't see his expression clearly. My brother kissed my forehead.
"Perverted." He scolded me.
"Shit." I'm not to be outdone.
We drove all the way back to the bedroom. It was almost two o’clock in the middle of the night. I was so sleepy that I fell into the pillow with a yawn. My brother took off my pajamas to see if the chrysanthemum was still swollen and wiped it off for me. Medicine, I tossed him casually, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.
It’s a bit uneasy to sleep without holding someone. After a while I woke up again. My brother left me a night light. He was sitting on the bed with a red sandalwood bead in his right hand holding a card gifted by the flower shop. Above are the love words I wrote to him.
I squinted my eyes and pretended to sleep while observing my brother. His lips were always smiling, and he tried to look at the light in front of the night light to see the handwriting that was obliterated by me, but the card was too thick and opaque, so he had to give up. Finally, I kissed the dirty card and stuffed it into the transparent interlayer of the ID holder.
I took a sneak peek. There was originally a photo in it. It was a group photo taken with us the day we moved into the new house. It was so old that we could hardly see our faces.
I realized that every time I took a group photo, I just took it with my mobile phone. There were hundreds of pictures in my wife's beautiful photos, and Duan Rui refused to ask me for it. It doesn't matter, tomorrow I will pick a few nice ones and send them to him, so that he can hide them wherever he wants.
My brother didn't notice that I was pretending to be asleep, turned off the light, got into the bed lightly and moved to my side. I can't open my eyes now, or he will find out. I think he seems to be looking at me, always watching.
Duan Rui kissed my forehead before lying down, and his head was very close to me, almost sticking to each other. Soon, small and steady breathing sounds quietly fluctuated in my ears.
I turned over, lying on my side facing him, burying my head on his chest. This is our usual sleeping position. Before, I always wanted to sleep forever and never wake up again. Now I hope the sun will rise as usual. I always see him first when I wake up.