Wei Qian is really not interested in what is in Wei Zhiyuan's house.
Wei Zhiyuan's increasingly thin character had once made him worry, but he still thought that the boy was already so big, everything should know the limits.
In Wei Qian's eyes, Xiao Bao and Xiao Yuan were always different.
After all, Song Xiaobao is a girl, let Wei Qian to understand her, is really a little difficult. She looks too small, character does not see how adult, Wei Qian sometimes actually know, she can barely be regarded as a big girl, at least is aware of the face to face, can not be like a child that did not cover up randomly said randomly scolded, but always can not help to treat her as a child to see.
This is not the case with Wei Zhiyuan.
When Wei Qian saw him, he occasionally thought of himself when he was his age. Strangely enough, he only thought Wei Zhiyuan was "young", but less and less likely to think of him as a child.
Since it wasn't a child, he didn't want to seem mouthy.
So after Wei Qian sent Song Xiaobao away, he brought the door of Wei Zhiyuan's house from the outside and walked away.
At night Wei Zhiyuan came back to accept the bountiful achievements of Song Xiaobao, the second girl, but the result was to push the door and know that no one had come in the house.
He had left a few snaps in the house to determine what had happened in his absence. Without going into the further inside, there were two in the house that were relatively clear and unambiguous - in the morning when he left, the chair in front of the desk was deliberately placed askew, with the square chair legs jammed right up against one of the floorboards, and the floorboards were his reference scales, so that if someone was going to go through his bookcases, they had to be squaring up or moving the chair, which was in the way in any case, out of the way.
There is also that side of the house side of the door handle by him to paste a layer of very thin plastic film, plastic film is like a cell phone screen, usually will be stained with the human eye can not see the fine dust, so the hand grabbed up will leave a clear fingerprints visible to the naked eye, someone into the house and then come out, of course, to pull the doorknob, it will leave traces.
And the chair hadn't moved and the inside handle was as clean as it had been when he left.
Only a hair tethered in the crack of the door was pulled and snapped, if the door had been gently pushed open, the hair would have fallen and crumbled right off, representing that someone had pushed his door open with brute force, unlikely to have been Big Brother, and most likely done by Song Xiaobo, that daredevil.
And big brother ...... he probably swept in, shooed away the little treasure, and brought the door to him again.
So far, what happened in the morning, actually froze Wei Zhiyuan guessed a eight or nine.
Wei Zhiyuan's mood instantly became very complicated - he is not a person who digs out his heart and lungs, on a certain level, and even a little bit of solitude, and most of the interactions with people are face-to-face work, and there are fewer times when he is sincere.
Despite his deliberate guidance, he was, after all, an emotionally blank slate of a teenager, and when he showed a part of himself to his big brother, there was always the inevitable jitters, blushes and even some apprehension.
But Wei Qian
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Don't look!
Has Big Brother's curiosity all gone to the dogs?
Wei Zhiyuan has a deep feeling of feelings being wasted, nowhere to focus at the same time, he can not help but have some mood subtle.
If it was Xiaobao who became very wrong, would big brother also stop at the open doorway? Of course, Xiao Bao is a girl, so it is definitely not very convenient, but what if ...... she is a boy?
Wei Zhiyuan slowly straightened his chair and sat down in front of the desk.
Wei Zhiyuan and Xiaobao two people, a provincial one is not provincial, the big brother in the sense of reason is certainly more to look at the point that is not provincial, and this will make two people are uncomfortable, Xiaobao think brother what things are against her, all day long to find her trouble, not free at all, and Wei Zhiyuan ......
He felt very conflicted that while he was trying to make himself as good as he could for that person, that person was instead not paying attention to him.
Wei Zhiyuan knew that this thought of his was irrational, and he also knew that his heart was in turmoil, but he couldn't calm down.
If he could calm down, if he could stop letting this thing torment him so much as a lump in his throat, I'm afraid it wouldn't be an emotion that couldn't be cut.
If he had a shred of sense, he would not have risked universal condemnation to put out this fire.
However, Wei Zhiyuan is, after all, an activist, this road does not work, he quickly found a second opportunity.
Wei Qian was flipping through a newspaper when Wei Zhiyuan passed by and, as if unintentionally, pointed to a recommended title on a certain literary page and said, "This is quite good, I have it, brother, do you read it?"
Wei Qian was staying at home and was bored, and gladly accepted the recommendation.
Wei Zhiyuan took the book to him and waited patiently for a while.
Wei Qian does not have any concept of respect for books, never read them and throw them away, and when he wants to read them, he looks everywhere, and when he sees where, he folds a big corner ...... and he treats his socks in a similar manner.
For Wei Zhiyuan, his progress is very easy to observe.
After Wei Qian finished reading one book, Wei Zhiyuan duly took the second book to him as he did.
Wei Qian rarely has the leisure to sit at home and read books in peace and quiet, which makes him recall the two years of sitting in the classroom in high school ...... that was almost the most relaxed days of his life.
And Wei Zhiyuan knows that again and again and again and again, one more time, Wei Qian will read it and take it in his house without asking.
After ...... two days, Wei Qian did self help as he wished.
At first he was to stuff the book back and then randomly draw a book, so after a week, Wei Qian gradually Wei Zhiyuan's room as a reading room - Wei Zhiyuan that is cleaner and tidier than his own house.
Wei Qian found that his brother's collection of books is very mysterious, some of them are difficult to understand foreign translations, cloudy narrative style and dog-eared translations, all of which will cause obstacles to reading and seem very boring. However, the reason why a classic becomes a classic is never because it is obscure and difficult to understand, there must be a reason for it.
When one experiences it, when one can know something by heart, then it doesn't matter which way the other person is expressing it, he can get some level of empathy or disagreement from it, and both of these are fundamental to the ability of reading to continue.
But Wei Qian whole winter disease, and did not get normal rest, even if by virtue of the young recovered quickly, at this time also more or less some of the weak, previously the heart has been taut strings when you can still endure, now a slack, his whole spirit seems to follow the weakening down.
Sitting for a long time he would feel a little tired, so sometimes he would simply lie on Wei Zhiyuan's bed to find a comfortable position, comfortable for a while, and maybe fall asleep.
Wei Zhiyuan this person is too smart, of course, smart itself is a good thing, not terrible, terrible is that he will be like his own body is not long, the only thing to rely on, overly obsessed with and rely on his smart. He thought that everything can be rationally explained, to get an inevitable ending, as if he single-handedly manipulated the game.
But could he just be smart and prudent enough to make the earth go backwards in its orbit?
He doesn't yet understand what it means to "do your best and listen to God's will".
He also did not know that just when he thought he had rhythmically and precisely brought Big Brother into his spiritual world and was ready to weave a net to catch worms in it, destiny ...... no, or the magical and ubiquitous small probability of the event jumped out and laughed at his lack of self-importance.
One day, Wei Qian was catching a short nap on Wei Zhiyuan's single bed when he suddenly got a leg cramp that woke him up alive with pain.
Wei Qian, in order to stretch out his twitching hamstring, pressed his already deformed foot against the wall on the side of the bed, and with the force of straightening his leg against the wall, he kicked open a palm-width slit between the bed and the wall, which were originally tightly pressed together.
Wei Qian originally intended to roll over and get up, pushing the bed back, but who knew that when he inadvertently looked down, he saw a dusty, well-made magazine in that palm-width gap.
Wei Qian couldn't think of anything that would have fallen here, so he reached into the crack of the bed, fluttered the dirt, and picked up the magazine.
On the cover was a man wearing only a pair of underwear, the guy had one hand inserted into his palm-length shorts, his expression was squeezing and his posture was scratching his head, even though because it was a guy, Wei Qian froze for a moment at first, but the revealing cover quickly made him realize that it was a restricted sex/erotic magazine.
All are men, all have experienced the same age, Wei Qian at that time, although tired as a dead dog has no time to care, but also know what it is like to have the agitation brought about by the rapid changes in physiology.
At Wei Zhiyuan's age, collecting a few books of such things, although Wei Qian, as a parent, more or less feels a little awkward, but as an older brother, he basically understands, just a little embarrassed.
With such an awkward mood, Wei Qian casually flipped through two pages, and when the high-definition copperplate paper picture, with a frankness that didn't even bother to make a mosaic, hit Wei Qian's eyes with great impact, the embarrassment on his face froze.
Wei Qian was first shocked, soon the shock turned to confusion and disbelief, and in the end, his expression was simply blank.
A minute later, Wei Qian violently bounced up from the bed, not just angry or something, his face which was originally a bit lacking in blood color rose red all the way to the root of his ears.
He threw the magazine to the side with a swipe and said angrily, "Son of a bitch!"
At this time is the afternoon, Xiaobao and Xiaoyuan naturally went to school, Song old lady in the next door to nap, she is old, these two years the ears more and more insensitive, sleep dead in the past, Wei Qian made such a big commotion, but also failed to startle her.
Wei Qian confiscated the magazine, trapped like a beast in the room around several times, the heart is really fire fall fire, tormented by the smoke in his throat, have the heart to cough, and remembered that the doctor said that coughing hurts the lungs, so that he can endure as much as possible to endure, so he was born to coughing to stifle it back, lifting his hand to drop a porcelain cup on the table.
In short, Wei Qian from the hairline to the toenails, every cell on the body jumped up to revolution, the heart of the fire burned the most intense time, Wei Qian rushed to his house, picked the hardest and most heavy belt, ready to a Wei Zhiyuan come home from school, you must first give him a triple trial, as long as the kid has the guts to admit that he will whip this son of a bitch into a gyroscope.
Really haven't hit it since I was a kid, it's building up to give him a roof over his head!
Wei Qian originally thought that Song Xiaobao is already the ultimate bear child, I did not expect Wei Zhiyuan this "never out of line" good boy waiting for him here, Wei Qian and looked down at the magazine spread on the table, above a group of shirtless men are shamelessly rolled together, but also is throwing winks at him, once again angry at his heart and liver a fluttering.
Wei Zhiyuan let his brother live to experience what it was like to be a heart patient, Wei Qian's veins felt like ten machine guns were installed and bursting up at the same time, he took a few deep breaths and felt a burst of pain in his chest.
It's ...... simply hurtful!
Wei Qian walked beside him on his ass, itching to break open Wei Zhiyuan's brain to see what the hell that kid was thinking, or what the hell had taken over his brother's body and what the purpose of coming to Earth was?
These emotions that had converged together in a chaotic manner due to his outburst of anger finally synthesized into a single thought through an illogical integration, like a river flowing into the sea - he decided to beat that little brat Wei Zhiyuan to death.
This matter is in the afternoon, Wei Zhiyuan general evening study sessions until nine o'clock, he was twelve or thirteen years old from the beginning of the habit of running at night, usually after the evening study sessions will run a few laps on their own by the way, to move the muscles, and so on back to nearly ten o'clock.
Seven or eight hours in the middle of the day was enough for Wei Qian to calm down.
Old Mrs. Song still made dinner vigorously, but Wei Qian was not in the mood and did not have an appetite, and hastily ate two bites and left.
He went back to his desk, to the sex/porn magazine that had made him so angry that afternoon, and finally began to think about it with a human brain-not a machine-gun-like cardiovascular one.
Wei Qian didn't know if this was just a momentary curiosity on Wei Zhiyuan's part, or if the boy himself really had this tendency.
He couldn't think of any reason why, or why not.
Among the pioneers, there were also feelings between people of the same sex that went beyond friendship, but Wei Qian generally believed that it was all another expression of their demented, neurotic study of learning.
He had not been exposed to the reality of homosexuality, nor did he understand it. Having no concept of what those men were supposed to be like, he had to presume according to the mainstream imagination, taking for granted that most of these men who liked men were effeminate men who made people squirm when they looked at them.
Wei Qian leaned back, leaning back in his chair, his neck hanging back softly.
"Our Xiao Yuan," he thought blankly, "fights steadily and ruthlessly, never pinches his orchid fingers, never walks with his buttocks twisted, and has never been seen to take any abnormal interest in girls' playthings ...... How could he be That kind of person? Impossible."
Really just curious, no way ...... right?
Wei Qian covered his face with both hands and rubbed it up and down fiercely several times, thinking, "I'm worried to death."
Until then, he had a little understanding of Song Xiaobao's words, "Second brother is going to get autism", although Xiaobao has no common sense to express inaccuracies, but it must be Wei Zhiyuan's abnormal silence and poor mood to make her have this association, or why would she start a rumor for a good reason?
And the cupboard of books ...... neat to the point of almost harsh interior, the poster of a lighted Van Gogh painting taped on the back of the door, all emphasize certain repressions and struggles that don't belong to a teenager.
Wei Qian suddenly realized his hindsight, shouldn't boys of this age like certain sports stars? The ones with a little bit more personality are just worshipping some scientists or famous tycoons, which one would turn his house into a sociology library?
I'm surprised he hasn't taken it seriously.
Wei Qian simply suspected that he had the same heartlessness as Comrade Song Xiaobao in himself.
When Wei Zhiyuan entered the house at night with his school bag in one hand and his jacket in the other, he found his elder brother on the sofa in the living room, seemingly waiting for him.
Wei Qian: "Xiao Yuan, come here."
Wei Zhiyuan answered, feeling that his attitude was a bit off, his mind flew through what he had done recently, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what was going on.
Wei Qian also did not know what exactly he called him over to do, he wanted to open his mouth to ask about the magazine, he could not ask, the teenager's gaze was clear and focused, and when he looked down at himself, he showed a little bit of lovely gentleness.
The prepared belt is quietly hanging in the house, and the shards of the cup that was broken by Wei Qian's missteps in a fit of rage are still wrapped up and lying in the garbage can, and he can't even say a word.
Wei Qian suddenly stood up and raised his hand to take Wei Zhiyuan's shoulder.
Wei Zhiyuan seems to have received some kind of shock, after stirring for a moment violently stiff, and then struggled a little bit, as if both some uneasiness, but also do not want to break away in this way, some embarrassed to explain in a small voice: "Brother I'm covered in sweat, I ...... "
Wei Qian patted his back hard, his heart was sore, barely squeezing out a smile, letting go of Wei Zhiyuan: "Don't be too tired, tell brother if anything goes wrong, eh?"
Wei Zhiyuan was very puzzled inwardly, not understanding which act he was singing, but instinctively knowing that he'd better not ask, he nodded his head obediently and answered.
Wei Qian watched him go back to the house, sighed heavily, and with an incomparable inner vicissitude, ran to the balcony to smoke.
He has a feeling that he has an old man and a young man, obviously a young man, worry about all the middle-aged people, remembering two days ago, the old bear and he joked that he would introduce him to the object words, Wei Qian indignantly thought: "I have no object of their own, have begun to worry about this group of cubs to engage in the object of the matter, how to live so twisted it? "
Wei Qian couldn't help but confide in Sanfat, who remained in the field to guard the battlefield.
Three fat easily clear day and night, has long been sleeping personnel, was his a phone call savagely dragged out of the dream, on the spot hate and the boy to cut the robe.
Wei Qian sighed heavily, he sighed so sighing made three fat very unaccustomed, three fat fluttering head, wake up napping and asked: "What's wrong with the humble? Your pneumonia has spread?"
Wei Qian incomparably entangled said, "Third brother I tell you, Xiao Yuan this kid ...... this kid ...... alas, he may have to go out of character."
Three fat thought what a big deal, heard this, suddenly relieved, "haha" laughed: "out of the ordinary? Hahahaha, don't tease with three brothers in the middle of the night, under the sky there are a few out of the ordinary can be out of your? You amused my brother to death, Qian'er, ouch hey I'm not sleepy - do you know what I feel when I hear this? It's the same as that Liang Shan hero Li Kui running to his brother Song Jiang with small steps, calling and buzzing, saying 'there are bandits robbing the road below the mountain, I'm afraid I don't dare to go' ah!"
Wei Qian: "......"
He paused for a moment and shouted into the microphone, "Fuck/your fucking dead spittoon."
Then he hung up the phone without saying a word and went off to his melancholy side alone.
The next day Wei Zhiyuan got off the evening study hall, as usual, came to the school stadium, threw his book bag, warmed up for a moment intending to run two laps, was twisting his ankles, unintentionally looked up, nearly twisted his foot - Wei Qian is ghostly and silent in the bleachers watching him.
Wei Zhiyuan: "...... Brother?"
Wei Qian cleared his throat, "Well, I ...... cough, I came over to exercise."
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Wei Zhiyuan unbelievably surveyed him for a moment, hesitantly said, "That ...... that line, you slow don t choke the wind, the doctor is not not allowed to let you strenuous exercise?"
The result is really no strenuous activity, Wei Zhiyuan foot more than twice as slow as usual, the two people all the way around the playground like skidding run, from time to time by the school home across the playground walking over the classmates, and finally Wei Qian finally could not stand it, backed down and stood to the side: "You go, I'll wait here will you."
Wei Zhiyuan finished his run, pushed his bike, and walked slowly back with Wei Qian, chatting with one another, and after an unknown amount of time, Wei Zhiyuan suddenly heard Wei Qian say, "Xiaoyuan, you're in brother's place, and Xiaobao are all the same."
Wei Zhiyuan raised his head and looked at him, Wei Qian shifted his gaze to the side, seemingly unaccustomed to this kind of serious role, he tried to remember how the teachers at school did it, and slowed down his voice, and despite his best efforts, his tone still seemed a bit hard: "Xiaobao ...... she always makes a mess, I have no choice but to control her a little more, you are more understanding ...... Well, I don t know how to say it, anyway, I have not favored her in my heart, you are just like my own brother ...... Alas, you know what I mean, right?"
Wei Zhiyuan actually didn't know, but that didn't stop him from enjoying his big brother's rare warmth.
He stopped suddenly, "Brother, can I hug you?"
Wei Qian: "......"
He felt a little bit numb, but for fear of hurting the "delicate and sensitive" heart of the young man in his mind, he suppressed his own awkwardness and agreed.
Wei Zhiyuan hugged him in a tight embrace, burying his face into the nest of Wei Qian's neck, closing his eyes, his lips swept over Wei Qian's neck seemingly intentionally, dropping a plausible kiss.
Wei Qian was instinctively jolted, however, he thought it was just an accident and didn't want to appear to be reacting too much, so he had to silently endure it.
The two of them went all the way back home, just opened the door, but on the face of the old Mrs. Song's voice drifted to angrily yelling at Xiaobao: "What are you doing every day? What are you doing? What's written here? Don't bullshit! I don't believe it!"
Xiao Bao's book bag fell to the ground, a few pieces of paper fluttering everywhere, she looked up and glanced at Wei Qian coming back, shivering first.
Wei Qian leaned powerlessly toward the door, "Ancestors, where does this come from again Boom Thump Choke?"