I feel that the latest update is a bit dark, so I opened my brain inexplicably.
The setting is that the kidnapping never happened. Because of this incident, Rand's parents realized that the family is more important, so they started to withdraw from Shenbai and only kept the shares.
Vinson entered Deep White after graduation and became a member of the leadership.
Rand went to college.
Mrs Severs is in menopause.
Sometimes Rand Sivers would rather be less observant.
After an unsuccessful kidnapping on him years ago, Sievers' parents took Vinson and him to this remote location to avoid reporters as pervasive as flies that saw honey. spent the whole summer vacation in the villa.
The cool breeze from the lake perfectly removes the summer heat, and there are pleasant trees and misty flowers every morning. Rand doesn't know what happened in the end, but the only certainty is that the humble-looking summer house finally conquered their parents, so almost every summer since then, Rand and Vincent have to spend time here. Take it for a full month in a place without even the Internet—thanks to the popularity of Facebook years later, a celebrity with a head in the water marked it as a holy place to escape the summer. So in the past two years, the companions who can watch the lake with Rand in a daze finally have creatures other than deer and wild dogs.
Rand felt that if he were GAY, he would have kissed the photo of the young man named Mark Zuckerberg 10,000 times every day...
And now, what Rand was supposed to have was a nice summer afternoon in which he spent the whole afternoon at the lake with some lovely girls (which was actually pretty rare) before heading back to Seaver with a tired body. Si's summer house by the lake.
However, when he took a hot shower in the bathroom and pulled open the drawer to put on his underwear, he realized something was driving him crazy.
His panties were moved.
Oh please don't laugh yet, although it's hilarious, it's a symptom of a nightmare for Rand.
There was nothing wrong with those panties at first glance, they were clean, soft, and neatly stacked in the Rand drawer, but the problem was "tidy". Rand swears he'll never be able to devote the energy to packing his closet to look like he's about to charge fifty bucks and show it off to others under the theme "The Daily Life of an Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder."
Especially the panties... In fact, when he entered the room and mourned and tried to accept that he was about to have a month of boredom, he had absolutely no thought to organize his things, he just put all the things in the suitcase. Take all the things out and stuff them into the closet, and finally, close the door, that's all. As a college boy, his behavior was so normal that Rand never had any problems with the kimchi-kneaded panties in his drawer.
The panties now appearing in his drawer were terrifyingly neat.
At the same time, there was something wrong with the scent of those panties, they gave off an elegant, light scent of patchouli and cedar that no normal detergent would use, except his brother. , Vincent, the recently developed organic brand of soap that doesn't sell no matter how you look at it.
"Again..."
Rand Sivers once again felt that his sanity was burning. He grabbed the underwear, wrapped it in a bath towel and rushed to the next room belonging to Vincent.
He was angrily like a rhino, and a rhino had no habit of knocking on doors, and so on, neither did he.
So when he roared angrily, "Vincent Sivers, are you fucking washing my underwear again?!" When he rushed into the room, he didn't think that there was another person in the room besides Vincent.
That's Caroline...
Embarrassingly, immediately behind Rand's voice was the crisp sound of Caroline's slap landing on Vincent's face.
Caroline's makeup is as refined as ever, but now her facial expressions are so distorted that she now looks like the female villain of some third-rate movie.
"… wash your panties?"
She opened her mouth, looked at Vincent with disbelief and deep disgust, and repeated it.
Vincent looked back at her without any expression, so the next second Caroline screamed in the room—"Vincent Sivers, you pervert! I'm breaking up with you, can you hear me? I'm breaking up with you!"
When she was done, panting like a bull, she crossed Lander, kicked the door open, and walked out.
…
Rand gaped at everything in front of him (especially when he found that he couldn't take his eyes off the slap on Vincent's face), he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and spoke to Vincent dryly.
"Uh... it looks like I'm here at a bad time."
He said, and then slowly squeezed the panties in his hand to the palm of his hand.
Vincent tilted his head, because his eyes were too light in color, they would reflect shimmering light like a beast in the shadows, which made him look even more terrifying than usual.
There was a burst of cold air behind Rand.
He had no idea that his protest would be heard by Caroline, as if it had become the last straw that broke her.
It's definitely not a good time to discuss underwear with Vincent, but when Rand tries to move out of the room, Vincent is in front of him. He pulled the panties out of Rand's hand, folded them into a neat square, and returned them to him.
"What's wrong with the panties?"
He blinked and asked without any expression.
Rand had to take a deep breath and barely managed to keep his voice calm as he spoke.
"No... Vincent... Don't you think this is not the time to discuss this? Caroline..."
"You protested strongly about me washing your panties when you came in just now." Vincent interrupted Rand directly, "So, is there a problem?"
…
Rand clenched the muscles in the lining of his mouth, controlling his urge to growl.
It sounded rude, but he still deeply felt that the man in front of him, his brother, had something wrong in his head.
"The fact that you wash my underwear is very unhealthy in itself!"
Rand swung the small piece of fabric in front of Vincent's eyes.
"This is so fucking weird, why are you doing this? I told you I really don't need my own brother to wash my panties!"
"Because Sophia is trying to sell your panties to strangers."
Vincent answered Rand as if it were a machine.
Sophia in his mouth was the maid who was fired by the Sivers family not long ago, and the reason for her dismissal was precisely because she stole some of the personal items of the Sivers members and put them on ebay after labeling them "plain panties" On the auction, by the way, she also secretly took some of Rand's life photos, these photos have made a remarkable contribution to the jump in the price.
The final processing of the matter ended with Sophia's repatriation, but a strange switch of Vincent was turned on.
The worried business executive started frantically worrying about Rand's underwear - the first time he woke up in the middle of the night and saw Vinson rubbing his underwear in the bathroom, Rand really felt that his brother had Completely useless.
"Sophia was just an accident!" Rand screamed, clutching at his hair. "There's always a way to deal with those panties! I can use the washing machine..."
"The way washing machines are cleaned can lead to bacterial cross-infections..."
"Well I can clean them myself..."
"Your movements are irregular and your patience is not enough to allow you to thoroughly wash your panties..."
"Okay, Vincent, you win! The big deal is that I don't have to wash them, I'll have enough new panties... Anyway, I'll always have panties to wear..."
Rand, who could almost hear his soul being weathered by some powerful invisible wind, tried painfully to convince Vincent that this act was actually challenging God's rules.
"Even new store-bought panties aren't as clean as you might think..."
"Stop, Vincent!"
Rand staggered back and leaned his back against the wall, almost crying (though he didn't actually).
"I can always wear no panties..."
"Rand..." Vincent walked in front of him, his hands resting on Rand's shoulders, his face that was bloodless and like a stone statue was full of solemnity.
His gaze made Rand raise his head unconsciously, and he intuited that Vincent had something very important to say to him.
"Terrorists appeared on a US Airways plane owned by Deep White a few days ago."
"… "
"He has a PETN high-explosive bomb hidden in his underwear, about fifteen centimeters long. In theory, this bomb can blow up the entire plane in two parts, and countless people will die..."
Rand frowned, and he looked at Vincent apprehensively, trying desperately to think what he meant by everything he said.
Maybe it's the horror that has put a lot of pressure on Vincent, so it's not a good time to have a fight with him over his underwear...
"The last explosion was completely unsuccessful, the terrorist only burned his groin - he didn't change his underwear for two weeks and the bomb failed - Rand, I really don't want you to be like this..."
Rand's breathing stopped for a split second, and it took him a few seconds to realize that Vincent was discussing this with him with a real seriousness (which was all the more irritating, Rand had to admit. this point).
He threw his underwear directly on Vincent's face.
"Vincent Sivers! You bastard!"
He growled at Vincent.
Just as he was trying to fight Vincent, their mother appeared outside the door.
She looked like she was about to pass out.
"What are you doing? God, you're fighting each other? At this age?"
Rand felt very embarrassed. He subconsciously put the underwear in his hand behind him, and he didn't want this already very chaotic scene to continue to be chaotic.
"Mom? Vincent and I are just... communicating..."
He tried to hide it, but Vincent took over.
"Rand was just pissing me off because I washed his panties."
Vincent's face was pale, with a trace of lingering pain.
"I didn't know he would be so against it, I... just wanted to make sure everything was fine with him, after all that part is very important..."
…
Rand stood beside Vincent, and he listened to his words, then felt that he heard the weathered voice of his soul again.