He took a step forward generously and held out his hand to Krist: "Hello, you are the younger brother of Senior Arthit. I am Kongphop, the junior of Senior Arthit."
Putting young people in an equal position to communicate is a good way to gain favor. Sure enough, Krist held Kongphop's hand, not looking overly defensive: "Hi." After letting go, Krist said to Arthit, "Brother, I'll go shopping by myself."
"Okay, you pay attention to safety."
"Do you need to send a line to my brother when I get home?" Krist joked. He waved to Arthit and trotted away.
Kongphop followed Arthit to watch Krist leave, and after a while his eyes turned back to Arthit. He looked at Arthit, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "It must look good if the senior puts his bangs down like your brother, just like a college student."
"I'm already thirty, it's inappropriate to make it that way. And if you want to see the college student version of me, you can just look at Kit." Arthit touched his big back and said disapprovingly, "After all, Kit and I look the same. Very similar."
"What's the matter?" Kongphop's tone was unexpectedly serious, "Besides, I don't think you are very similar to your brother."
This made Arthit raise his eyebrows: "Oh, don't open your eyes and talk nonsense. Many people joked that if Kit and I were dressed as twins, it would be hard to tell who was who."
Kongphop smiled shallowly: "But I like senior Arthit, right? You have your experience, your hobbies, your job, and your social circle, all of which make you a unique person in the world. Let me spot you from the crowd. Your brother is also a different man, isn't he?"
Arthit froze for a moment. He turned his head to avoid Kongphop's sight, and picked up the model on the display cabinet to fiddle with: "I think this is very suitable for your nephew, boys of fourteen or fifteen years old will like this kind of thing."
Kongphop didn't force Arthit. He stared at Arthit obsessively, with a faint but clear light in his eyes: "Well, I think so too."
Krist shuttled through the mall, but her thoughts were not on those products at all.
He was thinking of Arthit and Kongphop whom he met by chance just now. Although Kongphop introduced himself like that just now, Krist knew his brother well. If he hadn't already developed a good impression of him, someone like Arthit who would be so busy at every turn would not spend half a day going shopping with someone, even Krist, who is his younger brother, didn't have such a privilege. What's more, Krist also got a glimpse of Arthit's inconspicuous bewilderment when he put his eyes on Kongphop.
Such a brother is rare, and the man's eyes are very firm. Krist thought, maybe it was only a matter of time before his brother was attacked by that man.
So... what should Senior Sing do
Krist also knew, knew how Singto looked at Arthit. Longing, admiration, and carefulness, will be affected by Arthit's every frown and smile. If such a Singto sees Arthit with Kongphop, he will be very sad. Krist actually thinks that Kongphop is a bit similar to Singto. At least when they look at the person they like, their eyes will be as bright as if they filled the entire starry sky.
Krist wishes Arthit to be happy, and also wishes Singto to be happy.
Thinking of this, Krist raised the corner of his mouth helplessly, he didn't know when he had become such a selfless person. But he still has to say that he really can't hope to let Singto focus on himself now. Because the current Singto doesn't see him at all.
Talk about fairness and unfairness, like this kind of thing, there is no such thing as fairness. Krist obviously just wanted to see Singto's smile.
He let out a breath and took out his cell phone. He opened his own line slowly, and there was only one person at the top. Scrolling up, Singto has not replied to Krist for a long time, but every one has been marked as read.
Krist moved his fingers slowly. Seeing those two new dialog boxes appear on the interface, Krist stared at the phone screen. Maybe only a short while, or maybe a long time, the read mark finally appeared on the left side of the dialog box.
That's it. That's fine.
Kris sniffed and put the phone back in his pocket. He didn't care if there was any new news, because he knew that Singto would definitely not reply.
Krist: Senior Sing, I am the drummer for the Campus Singer Contest. If you are free, can you come and watch it? just relax
Krist: I still like you
-TBC.
I like you, so I think everything about you is unique.
I like you, so I think that person looks like you. You are all looking at the same person.
Both are something to be proud of.
Push SK in the next chapter!
10.
Singto is a prisoner of the sun.
Recently, the project is not so busy, Arthit asked Singto not to stay in the laboratory all the time, but to go out more and get in touch with peers. Singto complied, but silently searched for several documents on the Internet to read.
If you read something you don't understand, you can ask him for advice openly. The appearance of that person's explanation was really charming, frowning slightly, with a serious and serious expression, he would look at him from time to time, asking if he understood.
how nice. At least at that moment, he only looked at himself.
It is actually very difficult to master the balance of caring for Arthit. It should be moderate, and it should be kept within the scope of students and teachers. It should not be too much, and the teacher should not feel pressure. Sometimes I was very tired, and I thought about giving up late at night when I was tired and difficult.
But a person who has been attracted to the sun once cannot plunge into the darkness again.
Singto went to Arthit's office, but couldn't find Arthit. There was no one in the lab either, and Singto thought he probably went to talk to the person in charge of the project.
After closing the office door politely, Singto put the materials back into his school bag. It doesn't matter, he has long been used to this level of disappointment. He took out his mobile phone to check the time, and couldn't help being stunned for a while. He sighed and put the phone back in his pocket.
It's almost time for the Campus Singer Contest.
He didn't deny that it was selfish to take care of Krist in the first place. After all, Krist and Arthit are really similar to each other, to such an extent that if you are not careful, you will admit your mistake. It looks like... the rare picture of "Mr. Arthit" he took by the lake is actually Krist.
But Singto knows that they are two completely different people. Krist is lively and optimistic, always with a cheerful smile on his face. Just by being with him, the mood can't help but become uplifting.
Krist is very clingy, and likes to yell "Senior Sing" and "Senior Sing" when something trivial happens. Sometimes Singto really wants to tell Krist to think of a solution by himself, but there is always no way to meet Krist's coquettish eyes.
It was because he was too slow, how could an eighteen-year-old boy be so clingy to his elder brother. Such a slightly weak behavior is obviously full of aggression—it is a trap set for the person he likes.
Singto found it a little unbelievable that such a shining person would like such a boring and dull person like him. But he understands that he can't covet Krist's warmth, and can't give Krist extra hope—it will cause irreversible damage to Krist.
But this silly kid can't take care of himself too much. I didn't look at him for two weeks, and my whole body was tortured by the cold and became thin. Or... Singto has to admit that it wasn't just a cold that tormented Krist.
Singto couldn't help feeling distressed. But he knew that he was the one who had the least right to be distressed.
But even so, the kid will still tell him "I still like you". The love is so firm, so desperate, so relentless.
Gradually, Singto couldn't help but start thinking.
At that moment when he took Krist as Arthit and pressed the shutter, what was it about him that caught Krist's attention
His feet uncontrollably took him outside the venue of the campus singer competition. Just standing here, you can feel the heat in the venue.
Singto pursed his lips, he knew he was worried about Krist. I heard from Off that Krist's cold is not getting better, and his mental state is also very bad recently. I don't know if his body can last more than ten songs until the end of the competition.
But if he walked into the venue at this time, he would definitely not be innocent.
The most uncomfortable thing is not that there is no hope, but that the hope that one thinks is in vain in the end.
Singto stopped outside the venue. he closes his eyes,