Alex wiped his mouth, like a big cat that just satisfactorily gnawed on fresh buns, narrowed his eyes that were a bit irregular in color due to the complex bloodline, and stretched his shoulders and paws.
Then he raised his head and saw Song Xiaobao's expression as if he had been struck by lightning. He couldn't help but scratched his chin in displeasure, and made a serious protest: "What's the situation, Song Lili? You discriminate against us? It's not that you value him on the phone all day long." Time to taste? I caught a glimpse of you yesterday? Oh, the story of two tentacles tied to an octopus."
Song Xiaobao's tongue was a little knotted, she wanted to explain, deny, ask clearly, and angrily reprimand Alex for nonsense, these things couldn't be arranged in order, each of them was clamoring to jump in line, so they all blocked In her throat, at the end, she stammered out a sentence: "My second brother didn't discriminate against you for farting!"
Alex heard this, and his eyes widened in surprise: "What? Even farting is discriminated against? Could it be that the air in your stomach will naturally escape through your pores? You are too high-tech!"
Song Xiaobao was speechless and had no choice but to beat him.
After the unilateral beating, the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Alex straightened out his messed-up hairstyle indifferently, and watched Song Xiaobao exhaustedly sit on the edge of the hotel bed, with a long bitter face.
He stretched out his finger and poked her lightly like a tease: "What's the matter? Is it really that hard to accept?"
"Nonsense, that's my brother, can it be the same?" Song Xiaobao slapped his paw away, then put his hands on his head, "What should I do, if my elder brother finds out, he will definitely be beaten to death."
"Your elder brother?" Alex asked puzzled, "He's so lenient?"
Xiaobao said: "Didn't I tell you that the three of us, the three of us, had no parents since we were young, and my elder brother brought us up."
"Oh, feudal parents," Alex nodded clearly, shrugged his shoulders to express his sympathy, and then he leaned over lewdly, "Hey, sister, is your elder brother handsome? Do you have a photo? Show it Let's see."
This time, Xiao Bao adopted a driving-style beating, and beat the bitch out all the way.
After beating Chi A away, she lay heavily back on the bed, smashed the bed out of a hole, and then rolled around a few times irritably. Finally, she couldn't help taking out her mobile phone. After some hesitation, she dialed She got the phone number that Wei Zhiyuan had left for her.
Wei Zhiyuan lived a healthy and regular life. He had already fallen asleep, and it took him a while to pick it up. His voice was still sleepy and he asked, "Xiaobao? What happened?"
Song Xiaobao pretended not to notice that she woke him up, she thought desperately, Wei Zhiyuan wouldn't mind anyway—the number of times she hated her since she was a child is too numerous to count, and her brothers should have gotten used to it by now.
She chattered endlessly for a long time at first, and Wei Zhiyuan patiently accompanied her all the time. In the end, it was Song Xiaobao who pretended to have something in his heart, and couldn't continue the conversation. After a short silence between the two, Wei Zhiyuan asked: "You Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Xiaobao coughed dryly, imitating the tone of joking with difficulty in a tight voice, and said insinuatingly: "Let me tell you something very funny, the fake foreign devil who came to pick you up with me today is gay, the man with the mouth Very cheap, seeing a handsome man can't walk, came back and babbled with me for more than half an hour, eight out of ten sentences did not leave you handsome, and still flirted with me and told me that you were too."
Wei Zhiyuan smiled calmly: "What am I?"
Song Xiaobao: "Uh this"
She was embarrassed and didn't know how to express it, but the next moment, Wei Zhiyuan said: "He is right, I really am."
Song Xiaobao: ""
At that moment, she felt as if there were thousands of toads in her heart, sitting upright together, uttering a deafening sound in her ears: "croak!"
Song Xiaobao couldn't help holding his breath until he was almost suffocated, and then let out a trembling breath, and there was a roar in his ears.
Wei Zhiyuan heard that she was silent for a long time, and said flatly: "Scare you? I mainly think that there is nothing wrong with telling people. They are all things that are not a big deal. It is meaningless to hide and hide for a lifetime like walking on thin ice—you It doesn’t matter if you can’t accept it for a while.”
His attitude was calm, Song Xiaobao was silent for a moment, and couldn't help being brought into a calm context by him.
She thought about it, and that's what she meant. Alex and her got along quite harmoniously. No matter what the second brother became, to her, he was still the same person. There was not much difference.
The advantage of Xiaobao is that she can think freely. In this way, she successfully cleared away the big stone in her heart, she was relieved, and she kindly cared about Wei Zhiyuan: "That's what I said, but you must not So frank with my brother, let me tell you, he is simply "
Wei Zhiyuan's smile gradually deepened: "He knows."
The unlucky Xiaobao was choked by him again, coughed for a while, and then said weakly: "You are so perverted, young man, if you dare to confess, you are not afraid of being copied by that tyrant." cut it?"
Wei Zhiyuan seemed to suddenly feel that it was fun to listen to her blowing her hair in such a "squeaky" manner, and now that he had reached this stage, there was no need to continue to hide it from her, so he bluntly dropped the last blockbuster : "Because the person I like is him."
The mobile phone in Song Xiaobao's hand finally rolled to the ground with a "crack", and she felt that she needed a quick-acting heart-relief pill.
When Wei Qian dealt with everything as if he was evasive and went home slowly, he thought he had opened the wrong door.
Both he and Xiaobao are often away from home, and when they go out for a long time, of course they have to close the doors and windows, so every time they open the door and come in, they will feel a stuffy feeling of stagnant air in the room, which will take a long time to dissipate.
If it was night, in addition to being empty and stuffy, the room would also be dark and silent, with no sound at all.
Wei Qian was always exhausted, turned on the lights, opened the windows, and turned on the TV. Even if it was an advertisement, there was a little movement in the room.
Sometimes Wei Qian would even want to keep a pet—he used to be annoyed by these little animals that shed fur, and Xiaobao’s application for a puppy was rejected several times when he was a child—but now he feels that it doesn’t matter whether it’s a cat or a dog. Rats, at least they come in and out, and there is also a living creature that can vent their anger. Even if they can squat down and talk to cats and dogs when they enter the house, they don't look so stupid.
It's a pity that it can't be raised, and there is no one at home every day, not to mention living things that need to eat and drink, even electronic pets are dead.
Over time, "going home" became something he didn't look forward to at all.
But this time when he opened the door, he first smelled a faint smell of laundry detergent floating in the air. He walked in and looked on the balcony, only to see bed sheets, pillow towels and some clothes hanging there fluttering in the wind.
Afterwards, the smell of meat simmered on a low fire was revealed for a long time. A pot of meat was bubbling in a small casserole that had not been used for thousands of years in the kitchen. , carefully lifted the lid of the casserole, and the aroma that evaporated from it almost overwhelmed him.
He suddenly had the idea of "healthy fart, eating meat is the kingly way", and he never wanted to touch soy sauce soup mixed with white water and boiled lettuce.
"Are you back?" Wei Zhiyuan came over suddenly, conjured up a pair of chopsticks out of nowhere, wiped Wei Qian's side waist with his hands, leaned out from behind him, and lightly poked the meat in the pot, "It's almost there."
Wei Zhiyuan was a lot stronger than when he left home, and when he walked behind him, he seemed extraordinarily present and oppressive, which made Wei Qian somewhat uncomfortable.
But Wei Qian firmly believes that this oppressive force comes from his own imagination, because of his size, Wei Zhiyuan is no match for San Pang, who was gifted since he was a child, and every time San Pang approaches him, Wei Qian only has " This stuff really takes up space" A simple thought.
Wei Qian suspected that he was a little allergic to Wei Zhiyuan. For so many years, he thought he didn't care about his younger brother's offense when he was young and frivolous, but it didn't seem to be the case.
Although Wei Zhiyuan came back this time, whether it is his speech, manner or attitude, he has matured by no means, but Wei Qian was relieved, but vaguely felt that Xiaoyuan seemed to have become more "sophisticated" in some aspects, and he was older. He's getting fatter and more courageous, and it's getting harder and harder to deal with—every time Wei Zhiyuan approached him seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, although Wei Qian couldn't avoid it, he couldn't help but tense up.
However, at this time, Wei Qian soon regretted why he didn't escape.
Because Wei Zhiyuan immediately fished out a piece of pure lean meat from the pot, carefully blew away the scalding heat a little, then stretched out his hand unexpectedly, touched the corner of Wei Qian's mouth lightly, and the chopsticks fell to his mouth , said to his particularly itchy ear, "Taste it."
Wei Qian: ""
Wei Zhiyuan pretended not to see the twitching veins after a slight shake, stepped back a little, and still said with a smile: "It's not hot anymore—yes, have you read my plan? How is it?"
Wei Qian had no choice but to take the meat off the chopsticks, and nonchalantly discussed with him about investing in their online games.
This was just the beginning, and for a long time afterwards, Wei Qian lived on the edge of strange collapse and enjoyment.
What broke him down was Wei Zhiyuan's attitude towards him.
Wei Zhiyuan would often approach him with some small ambiguous gestures. If Wei Qian ignored him blankly, he would suddenly cross the line, and then slide back to the safety line immediately before Wei Qian got angry, flatteringly saying that he was just joking, And he will talk about other things with Wei Qian seriously like a normal person.
Wei Zhiyuan brought the sixteen-character policy of guerrilla warfare to the extreme, "when the enemy advances, we retreat, when the enemy is stationed, we harass, when the enemy is tired, we attack, and when the enemy retreats, we pursue" to the extreme. The mouse would poke its head out and grin without knowing where it was at any time. Before Wei Qian picked up the stick and smashed it down, he retracted and ran again, and the next time it popped up again at an unknown time and place.
When Wei Zhiyuan was disobedient when he was young, Wei Qian could pick him up and beat him up simply and roughly. After growing up, although it was unrealistic to beat him up, but in the days before Wei Zhiyuan went abroad, Wei Qian found that as long as he was a little cold, the boy It can be like losing your soul, just let it rub.
Right now, Wei Qian is sure that these two methods of dealing with Wei Zhiyuan are ineffective.
And before he thought about how to end the matter if he pierced the crumbling window paper, Wei Qian didn't want to take the risk of messing things up.
For a while, he had no choice but to endure it, feeling that he was living under the ambush of Wei Zhiyuan who "emerged" anytime and anywhere every day.
What he enjoys is that since Wei Zhiyuan came back, this family finally feels like a home.
First of all, when you enter the room, you can have someone to talk to. Real communication and dialogue are different from perfunctory or polite chatting.
Little Treasure can't do this. Wei Qian's aesthetic ability is limited, and the brilliance and beauty of the ten directions can't stop the audience from being face-blind. Even though he cares about his sister, he doesn't care about things in Xiaobao's circle. Some interest, but still can't tell who the people she talks about are, and what he usually does doesn't make sense to her.
Wei Zhiyuan is different. Wei Qian found that Xiaoyuan likes to explain his views on certain things from the definition level. His interest is to make various online and stand-alone games. Abstracting and refining the rules of the game, his thinking is extremely clear, and he is good at simulating various evolutions, which is a bit similar to Ma Chunming.
It’s just that Ma Chunming can’t express. Sometimes he thinks of it, but he can’t get to the point. If he can’t keep up with his thinking, he will talk like chicken and duck. Wei Zhiyuan seems to have one more intelligent interaction platform with customers than him.
After he came back, Wei Qian felt that he had spoken more in the past month than in the previous year.
In the end, he was almost used to Wei Zhiyuan cutting fruit in the kitchen and leaning against the door to talk to him.
How many people can have a soothing, relaxing and pleasant home is something that many people can't dream of.
But this weird state of balance is only temporary after all.
It is impossible for Wei Qian to deceive himself and continue this illusion, and Wei Zhiyuan is of course not reconciled to just testing again and again. As he upgrades presumptuously, the balance on the surface becomes more and more precarious, just waiting for the last straw to break the camel's back.
Here comes the straw.
That day when Wei Qian came home from get off work, he half-lyed on the sofa and rested for a while. He almost fell asleep when he closed his eyes. During the half-dream and half-awake, he felt something, and suddenly woke up, and found that Wei Zhiyuan was kneeling and sitting on the floor next to the sofa. , a hand that gently caressed his cheek and chin hadn't had time to take it back.
Wei Zhiyuan seems to have cultivated into an indestructible body like a king kong, with a face of copper and iron walls. When he was caught doing bad things, he didn't seem to be panicked at all. Sliding down Wei Qian's arm, finally took his hand, and gently licked his fingers with a strong hint.
The warm and somewhat rough tongue was wrapped around Lianxin's ten fingers, and the scorching breath flitted across the extremely sensitive finger crevices, Wei Qian's scalp almost exploded, and his heartbeat almost beat when he woke up.
Like an electric shock, he withdrew his hand suddenly, knowing that this matter could not go on like this.
"Xiaoyuan." It took him a long time to speak.
This time, Wei Qian didn't get angry, he just sat up from the sofa and said seriously: "I have to tell you about this."
Wei Zhiyuan put an index finger on his lips: "Shh, don't talk about it today, tomorrow, how about tomorrow? Tomorrow is the weekend, you should take a day off anyway, don't go to the company, go fishing with me."
Wei Qian didn't object. He also felt that the calmer he was, the better it would be if he could settle down for a night and think about it carefully.
In the early morning of the next day, the two of them still went to the fish pond they had been to before. The owner had changed there, and after several rounds of renovations, the price increased a lot. It's cold in autumn, and tourists are starting to become sparse, but the small pavilion that the two of them occupied back then is still there, it has been renovated, and the tiles on the spire are painted with bright patent leather, which looks a bit fake.
Wei Zhiyuan walked in all the way, revisited the old place, put the bait skillfully, cast the rod and dropped the hook.
Wei Qian's mind was not on fishing at all, he was silent for a long time, sat down beside Wei Zhiyuan, decided not to go around in circles, and said bluntly: "You give up, it's impossible."
Wei Zhiyuan's eyes were fixed on the fish float not far away, and there was no fluctuation at all. After hearing this, he just replied calmly: "Brother, you can't make me give up, even I can't make myself give up , It is impossible for a person to control his own heart.”
Wei Qian asked him, "Then what do you want to do in the future?"
Only then did Wei Zhiyuan smile slightly, he unscrewed two bottles of mineral water, handed Wei Qian a bottle back, and said to him: "Four years ago, I have been thinking about these questions—what should I do? How can I make you accept me? What should I do if you don’t want me? The more I think about it, the more I can’t think about it. When the plane took off, my mind was full of the back of your hand that pulled me away. At that time, I felt that my heart was so painful that it was split Yes, and then I gradually realized that those are meaningless."
Wei Qian leaned on the pillar next to him, with his arms folded in front of his chest, waiting to hear his unimaginable mental journey, feeling a little sad, feeling like he was holding a flesh knife to a person with an abscess on his body, no matter how uncomfortable he would be have to face it.
"At the beginning, I thought that if my possessive desire for you was never satisfied, or my feelings were never responded to, then it would be better to kill me. I was crazily jealous of every imaginary person who wanted to get close to you, I To make up these people in a hypothetical way and kill them all to ease my anxiety."
"But on the day when you tripped over the phone line and I thought something happened to you, even though the third brother reported to me that he was safe, I still had a nightmare at night. I dreamed that there were many people around you, and they were one after another. The transparency disappears, and finally you are left alone, staying in my field of vision alone, I watch you walk alone every day, faint in the living room when you are sick, and no one knows, you can only wait until you wake up naturally , and then staggered up to find the medicine. Then, for a long time, as long as I closed my eyes, I would see this scene.”
"It's been like this for about a month. One day, in my fantasy, I saw a blurry person beside you. I couldn't tell whether the person was male or female, beautiful or ugly. Accompanying you, like a shadow like a ghost. According to common sense, I created these people in my imagination, just to kill them in the end, but I didn't do it later, because I saw you bowed your head and smiled at him. You How long has it been since I laughed in my dream? I can hardly count."
Wei Zhiyuan's voice was low and gentle, and he spoke eloquently, like the distant and meaningful skylight and cloud shadows floating on the mirror-like water, but Wei Qian's chest felt tight when he heard it.
If Wei Zhiyuan was talking about someone else, at this point, as the eldest brother, he would have to tie that person back even if he was tied.
But why is it himself
And since he was born, he felt that he had never been expected, let alone such deep love.
Wei Zhiyuan's words were like round beads in his hand, rolling out one by one, not surprising in appearance, but containing some kind of unspeakable affection that would be deafening when spoken out.
But why is this person the younger brother
"I suddenly felt enlightened. At that time, I thought, when I graduate and return to China in a few years, even if I see someone you are really married to, I won't be dying." Wei Zhiyuan said, "I can continue to love you, if That unknown lady loves you more than me, and I can keep silent for the rest of my life. Of course I will be in pain, but I can also treat pain as a kind of practice."
Just like the religion that originated from the pain of this world and the happiness of the inaccessible place, it builds a spiritual bridge between the two.
Wei Qian asked softly, "What are you repairing?"
Wei Zhiyuan turned his head, looked at him quietly in the breeze, and didn't answer, but the answer was ready to come out.
—Of course it is to cultivate your happiness and stability for the rest of your life.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Wei Qian's hand that was resting on the railing. Wei Qian shrank subconsciously, but he held it down vigorously. The identical wooden beads on their wrists collided with each other, making a faint sound. Even the sound of the water became quiet.
Some fish bit the hook, and the float was violently ups and downs, but no one paid any attention to it.
After an unknown amount of time, Wei Qian felt that his palms were drenched with sweat, but his face was still pale and unreasonable.
He pinched Wei Zhiyuan's wrist, forced him to let go, and said firmly, "I'll still say the same thing, you should give up on this."
Wei Zhiyuan smiled slightly, and without saying anything, he picked up the fishing rod, flicked his wrist and lifted it, a big fish leaped up, its brilliant fish scales shone with water.
"No matter how well he pretends, he's shaken." Wei Zhiyuan thought happily, "Just now his pulse was obviously faster."
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