Wei Qian really had no interest in what was in Wei Zhiyuan's room.
Wei Zhiyuan's thinner and thinner personality once made him worry, but he still thinks that the kid is already so old, he should know how to measure everything.
In Wei Qian's eyes, Xiaobao and Xiaoyuan are always different.
Song Xiaobao is a girl after all, it is really difficult for Wei Qian to understand her. She looks too small, and her personality doesn't necessarily look like an adult. Sometimes Wei Qian actually knows that she can barely be considered a big girl. After all, she knows that she needs face and face, so she can't be as unobtrusive as she was when she was a child She can talk and scold casually, but she can't help but treat her like a child.
For Wei Zhiyuan, this problem does not exist.
When Wei Qian saw him, he would occasionally think of the time when he was his age. It was strange, he would only think of Wei Zhiyuan as "young", but he would no longer think of him as a child.
Since he wasn't a child, he didn't want to appear mouthy either.
So Wei Qian sent Song Xiaobao away, took Wei Zhiyuan's door from the outside, and left.
In the evening, Wei Zhiyuan came back to inspect the great achievements of the second-rate girl Song Xiaobao, but when he opened the door, he knew that no one had been in the room.
He left a few buckles in the house to judge what had happened in his absence. Not to mention the inside, there are two in the clearer room - when he left in the morning, the chair in front of the desk was deliberately tilted, and the square chair legs happened to be caught in a floor seam, which was his reference Scale, if someone wants to look through his bookcase, he must be able to straighten or move the chair that is in the way.
In addition, he put a very thin layer of plastic film on the doorknob on the side of the house. The plastic film is like the screen of a mobile phone, and it is usually stained with fine dust that is invisible to the human eye, so it will leave behind if you grab it. Clear fingerprints visible to the naked eye. When someone enters his house and then comes out, of course he has to pull the doorknob, leaving traces.
And the chair hadn't been moved, and the inside handle was as clean as when he left.
Only a hair tied in the crack of the door was pulled and broken. If the door was gently pushed open, the hair would fall off and break directly, which means that someone pushed open his door forcefully, and it is unlikely to be the elder brother. , Most likely that daredevil Song Xiaobao did it.
As for the elder brother, he probably glanced at him, drove away Xiao Bao, and closed the door for him.
So far, what happened in the morning, unexpectedly let Wei Zhiyuan guess in all likelihood.
Wei Zhiyuan's mood became very complicated in an instant - he is not a heart-pumping person, on a certain level, he is even a bit independent, interacting with people is mostly for face-saving, and seldom for being sincere.
Although he has elements of deliberate guidance, he is still a young man with a blank sheet of paper emotionally. When he shows a part of himself to his elder brother, he is always unavoidably apprehensive, shy and even a little worried .
But Wei Qian didn't even look at it!
Has the eldest brother's curiosity been taken away by the dog
Wei Zhiyuan felt that his deep feelings were being wasted, and he had nowhere to focus. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
If it was Xiaobao who became very wrong, would Big Brother also stop at the open door? Of course, it would be inconvenient for Xiaobao to be a girl, but what if she was a boy
Wei Zhiyuan straightened his chair slowly, and sat down in front of the desk.
Wei Zhiyuan and Xiaobao are two people, one worry-free and the other not worry-free, the eldest brother must pay more attention to the worry-free one because of emotion and reason, and this will make both of them uncomfortable, Xiaobao thinks that brother can do everything Targeting her, making troubles for her all day long, not free at all, and Wei Zhiyuan
He felt that he was very contradictory. When he tried to make himself as perfect as possible for that person, that person didn't pay attention to him.
Wei Zhiyuan knew that his thoughts were unreasonable, and he also knew that his heart was in turmoil, but he couldn't calm down.
If he can calm down, if he can stop letting this thing torment him so hard, I'm afraid it won't be an inseparable feeling.
As long as he still has a sliver of reason, he will not risk the dissatisfaction of the world to jump into this fire.
However, Wei Zhiyuan was an activist after all, and this path was not going to work, so he quickly found a second chance.
When Wei Qian was flipping through a newspaper, Wei Zhiyuan passed by, seemingly accidentally pointing to a recommended book on a certain literary section and said, "This is pretty good. I have it. Brother, do you want to read it?"
Wei Qian was bored at home, so he readily accepted the recommendation.
Wei Zhiyuan gave him the book and waited patiently for a while.
Wei Qian didn't have any concept of respect for books. He always looked at them and threw them away. When he needed to read them, he looked around and folded a big corner wherever he saw it, which was similar to his attitude towards socks.
For Wei Zhiyuan, his progress is very easy to observe.
After Wei Qian took a look, Wei Zhiyuan followed suit in good time and gave him the second one.
Wei Qian seldom had the leisure to sit at home and read quietly, which reminded him of the two years in high school when he sat in the classroom, which was almost the most relaxing time in his life.
And Wei Zhiyuan knew that if he repeated it again and again, one more time, Wei Qian would take it from his room without asking.
Two days later, Wei Qian really helped himself as he wished.
At first he stuffed the books back and picked them up casually. After a week of this, Wei Qian gradually regarded Wei Zhiyuan's room as a reading room——Wei Zhiyuan's room was cleaner and tidy than his own.
Wei Qian found that the books collected by his younger brother were very mysterious, and some of them were translated into foreign languages that were difficult to understand. The cloudy narrative style and nonsensical translations would cause obstacles to him and appear very boring. However, the reason why classics become classics is by no means because they are obscure, there must be a reason for them.
When a person has experienced something, when he can understand something, he doesn't care which way the other party expresses it, he can get a certain degree of sympathy or disagreement from it, and these two are the roots of being able to continue. .
But Wei Qian had been ill for a whole winter, and he didn't get normal rest. Even though he recovered quickly by relying on his youth, he was somewhat weak at this time. He could bear it when he was always tense in his heart, but now he relaxes. The spirit of the whole person seems to have weakened.
He would feel a little tired after sitting for a long time, so sometimes he would simply lie on Wei Zhiyuan's bed to find a comfortable position, and after a while, he might fall asleep.
Wei Zhiyuan is too smart, of course, being smart is a good thing, it's not scary, what's scary is that he will become obsessed with and rely on his smartness too much like he has nothing to rely on. He thought that everything could be rationally explained and had an inevitable ending, just like a game he manipulated.
But is it possible that as long as he is smart and cautious enough, he can make the earth go retrograde in its orbit
He still doesn't understand what it means to "do your best and obey the destiny".
He didn't know either, just when he thought he had brought his elder brother into his spirit world with precise rhythm and was about to weave a net to catch insects in it, fate, or a strange and ubiquitous small probability event happened. Jumped out and laughed at his incompetence.
One day, Wei Qian took a short afternoon nap on Wei Zhiyuan's single bed, and suddenly his leg cramps woke him up in pain.
In order to stretch out the twitching hamstrings, Wei Qian pushed his deformed foot against the wall on one side of the bed, straightened his leg with all his strength, and then pushed the foot against the wall against the bed that was originally close together. A palm-width gap was opened between the wall and the wall.
Wei Qian originally planned to turn over and push the bed back, but he accidentally looked down, and saw a dusty, well-made magazine in the palm-width gap.
Wei Qian couldn't think of anything that would fall here, so he reached into the crack of the bed, brushed the dirt, and picked up the magazine.
On the cover is a man wearing only a pair of underwear, that guy inserted one hand into his palm-length shorts, his expression was winking, his posture was flirtatious, although Wei Qian was stunned at first because he was a man , but the explicit cover quickly made him understand that this was a restricted-rated pornographic magazine.
They are both men, and they have all experienced the same age. Although Wei Qian was as tired as a dead dog at that time and had no time to care about him, he also knew what it was like to be restless caused by rapid physiological changes.
At Wei Zhiyuan's age, collecting such things, although Wei Qian, as a parent, felt a bit awkward, but as an older brother, he could basically understand it, but it was a little embarrassing.
With such an embarrassing mood, Wei Qian casually flipped through two pages. When the high-definition coated paper picture hit Wei Qian's eyes with such a frankness that he didn't even bother to make a mosaic, the expression on his face Embarrassment froze.
Wei Qian was shocked at first, but soon turned to bewilderment and disbelief. In the end, his expression was blank.
A minute later, Wei Qian jumped up from the bed suddenly, not just angry or something, his face that was a little lacking in blood flushed all the way to the ears.
He threw the magazine aside with a "swipe" and said angrily, "Bastard!"
It was afternoon at this time, Xiaobao and Xiaoyuan naturally went to school, Mrs. Song was taking a nap next door, she was getting older, and her ears became more and more insensitive in the past two years, she fell asleep, Wei Qian made such a fuss The big movement didn't startle her.
Wei Qian confiscated the magazine, and walked around the room several times like a trapped animal. His heart was really on fire, and his throat was smoked from the torment. He wanted to cough twice, but then remembered that the doctor said that coughing hurts the lungs. Let him bear it as much as he can, so he suppressed his cough violently, raised his hand and dropped a porcelain cup on the table.
In short, from hair to toenails, every cell in Wei Qian's body jumped up and made a revolution. When his heart was burning the most, Wei Qian rushed to his room, picked out the hardest and heaviest belt, and prepared for a while. When Wei Zhiyuan came home from school, he had to be interrogated in three sessions first. As long as the kid had the guts to admit it, he would turn the bastard into a spinning top.
It is true that I have never fought since I was a child, and this is accumulated for him to go to the house!
Wei Qian originally thought that Song Xiaobao was already the pinnacle of a bear child, but he didn't expect Wei Zhiyuan, a good boy who "never outdid himself" was waiting for him here. Wei Qian looked down at the magazines spread out on the table. On it was a group of naked The man was rolling together shamelessly, and was still winking at him, and his heart trembled with anger again.
Wei Zhiyuan let his brother experience what it's like to have a heart attack. Wei Qian's veins seemed to be loaded with ten machine guns, and they burst out at the same time. He took a few deep breaths and felt his chest throbbing with pain.
What a shame!
Wei Qian walked beside him, wishing he could break Wei Zhiyuan's mind and see what that kid was thinking, or what was his brother's body occupied by something, what was the purpose of coming to Earth
These emotions gathered in a mess due to anger, finally, through illogical integration, Jiang flowed into the sea and synthesized a thought-he decided to kill that little bastard Wei Zhiyuan.
This incident happened in the afternoon. Wei Zhiyuan usually goes to the evening self-study meeting until after nine o'clock. He has had the habit of running at night since he was twelve or thirteen years old. He usually runs a few laps by himself in the evening self-study to exercise his muscles and bones, and wait for his return. It was almost ten o'clock.
Seven or eight hours were enough for Wei Qian to calm down.
Granny Song still cooked dinner hard, but Wei Qian was in no mood and had no appetite, so he ate two bites and left.
He returned to his desk, facing the pornographic magazines that had made him rage that afternoon, and finally began to think about this problem with a human brain-not a machine-gun heart.
Wei Qian didn't know whether this was Wei Zhiyuan's temporary curiosity, or if the child really had this tendency.
He couldn't think of any reason, and he couldn't think of any reason.
Among the sages, the same-sex also had feelings beyond friendship, but Wei Qian generally believed that it was just another way of expressing their dementia after their research and study.
He has not been exposed to real homosexuality, nor does he understand it. I have no idea what those people should be like, so I can only speculate according to the mainstream imagination, taking it for granted that most of these men who like men are sissies that make people feel awkward.
Wei Qian leaned back and leaned on the chair, his neck limply hanging back.
"Our Xiaoyuan," he thought blankly, "fights steadily and ruthlessly, never pinches orchid fingers, never walks with his butt twisted, and has never seen him take any abnormal interest in girls' playthings How could he be that kind of person? Impossible."
Really just curious, impossible right
Wei Qian covered his face with his hands, rubbed it up and down several times, and said in his heart, "I'm so worried."
It wasn't until this time that he had a little understanding of Song Xiaobao's phrase "Second brother is going to have autism". Although Xiaobao had no common sense and was inaccurate, it must be Wei Zhiyuan's abnormal silence and bad mood that made her If there is such an association, why is she spreading rumors so well
There is also the clean and almost harsh indoor environment with the books in the cabinet, and the grotesque Van Gogh posters pasted behind the door, all of which highlight the depression and struggle that do not belong to young people.
Wei Qian suddenly realized his hindsight, shouldn't boys of this age like certain sports stars? Those with a little personality just worship some scientists or famous rich people. Who would turn their own room into a sociology library
He didn't even take it seriously.
Wei Qian simply suspected that he had the same heartlessness as Comrade Song Xiaobao.
In the evening, when Wei Zhiyuan entered the room with his schoolbag in one hand and his coat in the other, he found his eldest brother on the sofa in the living room, seemingly waiting for him.
Wei Qian: "Xiao Yuan, come here."
Wei Zhiyuan responded, feeling that there was something wrong with his attitude, he quickly went through his recent actions in his mind, and couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment.
Wei Qian didn't know what he was calling him here for. He wanted to ask about the magazine, but he couldn't. The young man's eyes were clear and focused. When he looked down at him, he showed a little cute tenderness.
The prepared belt was quietly hanging in the room, and the fragments of the cup that Wei Qian accidentally smashed in his anger were still wrapped and lying in the trash can, but he couldn't even say a word.
Wei Qian got up suddenly, and put his arms around Wei Zhiyuan's shoulders.
Wei Zhiyuan seemed to have been frightened by some kind of fright. He froze for a while, then struggled a little bit, as if he was a little uneasy, but also unwilling to break free like this, and explained in a low voice embarrassedly: "Brother, I am sweating all over. ,I"
Wei Qian patted him on the back hard, feeling sore in his heart, forced a smile on his face, and let go of Wei Zhiyuan: "Don't be too tired, tell brother if there's anything that doesn't go your way, huh?"
Wei Zhiyuan was very puzzled in his heart, he didn't know which part he sang, but he knew that he had better not ask, so he nodded obediently and answered.
Wei Qian watched him go back to the house, sighed heavily, and ran to the balcony to smoke a cigarette with a heart full of vicissitudes.
He had a feeling that he was old and young, and he was obviously a young man, and his worries were all about middle-aged people. Thinking of what Old Xiong had joked with him two days ago about introducing him to someone, Wei Qian was indignant. Thinking: "I don't have a date yet, and I've already started to worry about these little bastards getting a date. How can I live in such a twisted way?"
Wei Qian couldn't help but talk to San Fatty who was still staying on the battlefield in other places.
San Pang managed to be quiet one night, and had already fallen asleep without knowing anything about human affairs. He was brutally dragged out of the dream by a phone call from him, and wished to cut justice with the boy on the spot.
Wei Qian sighed heavily, he was so unaccustomed to sighing so much that San Pang was very unaccustomed, San Pang fluttered his head, woke up and asked, "What's wrong, Qian'er? Has your pneumonia spread?"
Wei Qian said in great confusion: "Third brother, let me tell you, Xiao Yuan, this boy, he may go out of line."
San Fatty thought it was a big deal, and when he heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, "haha" he laughed loudly: "Out of the box? Hahahaha, don't play around with the third brother in the middle of the night, how many out of the box can you go out of your way?" You're so funny brother, Qian'er, hey, I'm not sleepy anymore—do you know how I feel when I hear this? I ran to his brother Song Jiang with small steps with that Liangshan hero Li Kui, humming buzzing It's the same as saying 'there are bandits at the foot of the mountain who are robbing people who are afraid to leave'!"
Wei Qian: ""
He paused for a moment, then yelled into the microphone: "Fuck you spittoon."
Then he hung up the phone involuntarily, and went away feeling melancholy.
The next day, Wei Zhiyuan came to the school stadium after evening self-study, threw away his schoolbag, warmed up for a while and planned to run two laps, twisted his ankle, raised his head inadvertently, and almost twisted his ankle——Wei Qian was as silent as a ghost He watched him silently from the stands.
Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother?"
Wei Qian cleared his throat: "Well, I cough, I'm here to exercise."
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him incredulously for a moment, then said hesitantly, "That's all right, you slow down so you don't choke on the wind, didn't the doctor tell you to exercise vigorously?"
As a result, there was no strenuous activity. Wei Zhi's hiking was more than twice as slow as usual. The two of them ran around the playground as if they were strolling all the way. From time to time, they were overtaken by classmates who walked across the playground on their way home from school. Finally, Wei Qian couldn't stand it anymore. , stepped back and said, "Go, I'll wait for you here."
Wei Zhiyuan ran, pushed his bicycle, walked back slowly with Wei Qian, and chatted with each other. After an unknown period of time, Wei Zhiyuan suddenly heard Wei Qian say: "Xiaoyuan, you are here with Xiaobao. all the same."
Wei Zhiyuan raised his head to look at him, Wei Qian moved his eyes aside, he seemed not used to such earnest and thoughtful characters, he tried hard to recall how the teachers in the school did, and slowed down his voice, although he tried his best, his tone remained the same. It seemed a little blunt: "Xiaobao is always a moth, I have to take care of her more, you are more sensible, I don't know what to say, anyway, I am not partial to her, you are just like my brother, you Know what I mean, right?"
Wei Zhiyuan actually didn't know, but this did not prevent him from enjoying the rare warmth of his elder brother.
He stopped suddenly: "brother, can I hug you?"
Wei Qian: ""
He felt a little numb, but he was afraid of hurting the "delicate and sensitive" heart of the young man in his imagination, so he suppressed his awkwardness and agreed.
Wei Zhiyuan hugged him tightly, buried his face in Wei Qian's neck, closed his eyes, brushed his lips over Wei Qian's neck intentionally or unintentionally, and left a specious kisses.
Wei Qian was shocked, but he thought it was just an accident, and he didn't want to appear to react too much, so he had to bear it silently.
The two returned home all the way, and just as they opened the door, the old lady Song yelled at Xiaobao angrily: "What are you doing every day? What are you doing? What is written on it? Don't talk nonsense! I don't believe it." !"
Xiaobao's schoolbag fell to the ground, and a few pieces of paper floated everywhere. She raised her head and saw Wei Qian coming back, she shivered for a while.
Wei Qian leaned weakly against the door: "Ancestors, what's going on here?"
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