Mingshu didn't want to let his brother know his thoughts so early at first.
He has been brewing for most of high school by himself, and he has already figured out his intentions. He just likes Xiao Yuan, who is serious and has an exclusive desire.
It's love, not brothers and sisters, or anything else.
A bunch of boys in their dormitory often talk about dirty jokes during sleepovers.
He also ran over, and when he was doing that, he was thinking of Xiao Yu'an.
Xiao Yu'an is no longer his brother, but his boyfriend.
But he wasn't ready to confess.
This trip to the capital is mainly because he misses his brother, and he is happy to stay with him and do nothing else.
He knows his own brother too well, and he will be promoted to the third year immediately. If he dares to confess, his brother will definitely reject him.
The note of not puppy love is still kept at my brother's place. In such a critical year, it would be strange for my brother to get along with him.
He was not in a hurry, but for a while he felt that my brother belonged to him anyway. When he became a police academy student in the future, could my brother not agree to him? After a while, he felt that my brother might not mean that to him. He didn't even know whether my brother liked men or women.
Mingshu was thinking of having a peaceful summer vacation with his brother, thinking that he had hidden his thoughts, but when one person likes another person, the slightest look, the most easily overlooked action, is also one. A straightforward play.
Xiao Yuan saw it.
Mingshu has been clinging to him since he was a child. If he can squeeze a bed with him, he will never sleep in another bed. The appearance of sleeping is not honest. Before falling asleep, he has to stick to him. It's not a big deal, he sometimes even has difficulty breathing, and when he wakes up, it's no surprise that Mingshu is lying on his chest.
But this time, Mingshu's stickiness was different from before.
The team was on vacation, it was very hot outside, and it was okay to go out for dinner, but walking in the sun at noon would affect my appetite. So he took Mingshu to the nearby vegetable market every morning, bought the vegetables before the sun was so strong, and ate them at home at noon.
Mingshu was like a young master in Xiao's house. He didn't do any housework. He could cook noodles and scrambled eggs and rice.
After a while, he attached it, hugged him from behind, sometimes resting his forehead on the back of his neck, and sometimes resting his chin on his shoulder with great effort.
There are many intimate gestures, some can be done between brothers, and some can only be done between lovers.
When Mingshu hugged him from behind for the first time, he felt something was wrong, pushed back and pushed Mingshu away.
Mingshu has a bit of lameness. In the past, Mingshu insisted on sticking to him, and if he pushed him away, he would stick it back quickly.
But not that time.
Mingshu seemed to understand that he shouldn't do that, so he obediently backed away, took a tomato and went to the pool to peel it.
But two days later, Mingshu did the same thing again.
As if he knew it shouldn't, but couldn't help it.
In addition, Mingshu likes to let him dry his hair after taking a shower, and lies on his lap while watching TV at night, whenever he mentions a name Mingshu has never heard of - a teammate, a classmate, or just a convenience store worker Boss-Mingshu will inquire about this person just like checking the account.
Thinking about it carefully, it's not surprising that Mingshu likes anyone at his age.
But he may have become the object of admiration, and Xiao Yu'an was a little unacceptable for a while.
He has always regarded Mingshu as his younger brother. Mingshu is his responsibility, unlike anyone else who tries to get close to him.
He is very sensitive to other people's goodwill, and almost everyone who is interested in him is aware of it before he confesses.
But if others didn't say it clearly, he would pretend not to know, just like the paragraph with the first grade flower.
Mingshu is not someone else.
Mingshu didn't know that those unbearable little movements had been noticed by my brother.
He asked his brother to help blow his hair, and he blew it for him. He was going to lie on his brother's lap, and he didn't want to get up, and he didn't throw him down. When he heard the unfamiliar name appearing next to his brother, he was like a great enemy.
He likes to hug his brother from behind, and he pushed him several times, but he didn't order him not to hug him.
In the evening, it rained for the first time since he came to the capital. It was still a torrential rain, and the wind and rain were mixed. Brother went to the balcony to collect his clothes. After finishing the collection, he stood by the railing to watch the rain.
The wind was blowing sideways without pouring in, so they were fine standing on the balcony.
Brother today is wearing a black vest, camouflage home pants, and the blue cow-cow shoes that he should have been wearing on his feet. He felt itchy when he saw it. He originally thought of standing with his brother to see the wind and rain, but as he approached, he almost instinctively opened his hands and wrapped his arms around his waist.
The day before yesterday, they went to the supermarket together and changed to the mint-flavored body wash. Now my brother has a very light mint scent, which is similar to the mint ice cream I ate when I was a child.
He sniffed greedily and carefully, and was about to put his forehead on the back of his brother's neck when his hand was broken.
Brother turned to look at him, frowning slightly, his eyes more serious than usual.
His heart beat faster, and his eardrums rumbled.
I don't know if it's the dull thunder in the air, or the excitement and anxiety in my chest.
The wind blowing sideways suddenly deflected, and the raindrops drifted into the balcony, and the coolness poured on his face.
He suddenly woke up, but he didn't wake up too much. He panicked, but he didn't understand what he was panicking about.
The eyes met, and he dimly realized that my brother seemed to know everything.
"Brother..." He called softly, subconsciously reaching out to grab his brother's wrist.
He's a little stiff now, his ever-flexible body seems to be fixed and able to move, but it moves like a robot.
Xiao Yuan took all the body movements of Mingshu into his eyes and sighed secretly.
In the rain and fog, a flash of lightning struck, and white light flickered in the clouds.
Mingshu shrugged his shoulders subconsciously, Xiao Yuan closed the window, left the balcony, and turned back: "Don't stand there, come in."
My throat is dry. He felt that something was about to happen, and what was his brother going to say to him. He seemed to know what it was, but avoided thinking about it.
"Come here." Xiao Yu'an sat on the sofa and pointed to the seat diagonally opposite, "Sit there."
Mingshu was restless, his back was straight, and he didn't touch the back of the sofa.
"Brother asked you a few questions." This is the first time Xiao Yu'an has faced this situation, which is no easier than Mingshu. If it were someone else, he wouldn't pick it out at all, but Mingshu was not someone else.
Mingshu clenched his hands into fists and pressed them on his knees. His palms were sweaty and uncomfortable. "Brother, don't be so serious... You're scaring me."
He was really frightened, but it wasn't that kind of fright, it was unexpected, he wasn't ready.
The wind completely changed from blowing horizontally to pouring into the house. Fortunately, all the clothes were put away. Only the curtains by the sliding door were blown away, like the exaggerated hem of a long skirt.
Xiao Yuan hesitated for a while, but still felt that if there was a problem, it should be solved in time, and said in a calm voice, "What are your thoughts?"
Mingshu's mind buzzed, his eyes widened.
They just stared at each other like this, and neither of them deliberately looked away.
Mingshu opened his mouth a few times, and the young man tightened his neck several times before finally saying, "Brother, you, have you seen it?"
After a while, Xiao Yuan nodded.
Mingshu felt like a piece of cotton was stuck in his chest.
The cotton was originally pressed tightly, but now the thing pressing the cotton suddenly disappeared, and the cotton swelled so unhindered that it made him feel a little uncomfortable.
I can still breathe without pain.
But he was uncomfortable and itchy.
He wanted to grab the cotton and pull it out, but there was nothing he could do with his chest.
He didn't plan to speak well, and he didn't think about what to do if he was rejected. Brother really... Why should he be caught off guard
Isn't brother the most fond of him
How to do this this time...
The boy's secretive thoughts were discovered and dug out frankly. All romance is not romantic anymore. Confession becomes an interrogation.
He's not happy and doesn't want it.
He felt aggrieved.
This is not what Xiao Yuan envisioned.
From childhood to adulthood, he has disciplined Mingshu countless times. Even though he and Mingshu have been separated for five years and the time to meet is much less than when he was a child, he will not fall behind and will not feel that there is anything difficult to say. place.
But this time is different.
From the first sentence he opened his mouth, he was aware of the loss of control. The discipline of Mingshu has always been the protagonist, but this time he is also involved.
And once anything is related to emotion, it cannot be decided by reason.
He was rarely confused about the matter of discipline Mingshu.
After a brief panic, Mingshu's grievances and unwillingness prevailed, and all the emotions related to unrequited love and unrequited love disappeared.
What am I afraid of? He almost recklessly thought, I like someone who grew up with me, he is the best, he is the best to me, he is the best person in the world.
I like him, I love him, why should I be ashamed
Is there anything I can't say
"Brother!" Mingshu stood up, impulsive, fearless, naive... Anything is good, the feelings that those teenagers have only washed over him, he seemed to be ignited, or was ignited by his brother's questioning today.
He had to do something, say something, or he would go mad.
Xiao Yu'an watched the young man approaching him, his cheeks were flushed, his chest rose and fell rapidly under the white t-shirt, and in those bright eyes was a passion he had never seen before, like a flash of fire.
He frowned inadvertently.
Mingshu stood in front of Xiao Yu'an, his surging emotions blurred his vision.
"You ask me what I'm thinking, I..." He couldn't control the trembling in his voice. He didn't even understand what he was talking about. Carved, primitive thoughts, "I don't want to be your brother anymore, I don't want you to be your tail, and I don't want you to be your brother anymore. I, I'll grow up, I'll be 18 soon, just, just a man Now. We men, men don't need a brother, I don't want a brother, I want a boyfriend."
"Brother..." Mingshu suddenly shook his head, and lamely called out the name he was most familiar with but hardly used, "Xiao Yu'an."
"I like you, Xiao Yu'an."
"I want to fall in love with you. I want to be your boyfriend."