Alex wiped his mouth as if he were a big cat that had just finished a delicious bun, narrowed his eyes, which were a little off-color because of the complexity of his lineage, and stretched out with bowed shoulders and probing paws.
Then he raised his head and saw Song Xiaobao's expression like he was struck by lightning, and couldn't help but scratch his chin in displeasure, making a stern protest: "What's the situation Song Li Li? You're discriminating against us? It's not when you're reading heavy novels on your cell phone all day long. I also caught a glimpse of your what ...... what yesterday? Oh, the story of the two tentacled octopuses who are in love with each other."
Song Xiaobao tongue a little knot, she wanted to explain, and want to deny, and want to ask clearly, and want to angrily reprimand Alex nonsense, these things can not be ranked each other in order, each haunted to insert a queue, so a brain are blocked in her throat, and finally, she stumbled out of a sentence: "My second brother did not discriminate against you fart it! "
Alex's eyes widened in surprise when he heard, "What? Even farting is discriminated against? Does the air in your gut naturally emanate from your pores? You're too high-tech!"
Song Xiaobao was really speechless and had no choice but to beat him up.
After the one-sided beating, the leathery Alex unconcernedly straightened his slapped-up hairstyle and watched as Sung exhaustedly headed for the edge of the hotel bed, pulling a long, bitter face.
He then reached out and poked her lightly with his finger, teasingly, "What's wrong? Is it really that hard to take?"
"Nonsense, that's my brother, can it be the same?" Song Xiaobao slapped his paw away, then clasped his head with both hands, "What to do, if my big brother finds out, he'll definitely beat him to death."
"Your big brother?" Alex asked in disbelief, "He cares that much?"
Xiao Bao said, "Didn't I tell you, the three of us siblings grew up without parents, my big brother brought us both up."
"Oh, feudal parents," Alex nodded knowingly, shrugging his shoulders in sympathy, and then he leaned in colorfully, "Ugh, sis, is your big brother handsome? Got a picture? Take it out and have a look."
This time, Po took a drive-by beating and punched this bitch all the way out.
After fighting off Bitch A, she lay back heavily on the bed, smashing it out of a pit, and then rolled around a few times in annoyance, finally unable to resist grinding out her cell phone, and after a few moments of hesitation, she dialed the phone number Wei Zhiyuan had newly left for her.
Wei Zhiyuan lives a healthy regular life, has slept for a while before picking up, voice still with a little sleepy asked, "Xiao Bao? What happened?"
Song Xiaobao pretended not to hear that she'd woken him up, thinking brokenly that Wei Zhiyuan wouldn't have minded anyway - the number of times she'd been obnoxious since she was a child was just too numerous to mention, and her brothers should have gotten used to it long ago.
She first rambled on for half a day, Wei Zhiyuan has been patiently accompanied, at the end of the day, instead of Song Xiaobao's own heart is loaded with things, the word is poor chat can not go on, the two briefly chilled, Wei Zhiyuan asked, "Do you have something you want to say to me?"
Xiao Bao dry cough, with a tight voice difficult to imitate the tone of the joke, said as an aside: "I'll tell you a particularly funny thing, today with me a piece of that fake foreign devil to pick you up is a Gay, that person's mouth is particularly cheap, see handsome-looking men can not walk, come back to me chatter for more than half an hour, eight out of ten sentences do not leave you handsome, but also in the That and I said that you are also lust."
Wei Zhiyuan smiled without moving, "What am I too?"
Song: "Uh ...... this ......"
She was embarrassed and didn't know how to express herself, but in the next moment, Wei Zhiyuan said, "He's right, I really am."
Song: "......"
At that moment, it was as if there were thousands of toads in her mind, sitting together with their ends toward the sky, and in unison they let out a deafening, "Quack!" in her ears.
Song Xiaobao couldn't help but hold his breath, and only after suffocating himself to the point of suffocation did he let out a shuddering breath, his ears roaring.
Wei Zhiyuan listened to her for a long time without movement, said flatly: "scared you, right? I mainly think that there is nothing to say to others, it is something that is not a big deal, hiding and skating on thin ice for a lifetime is not much fun - it doesn't matter if you can't accept it for a while."
He was frank in his manner, and Song, after a moment's silence, could not help being brought to a frank
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She thought about it, that's what she meant, Alex was in harmony with her, and no matter what Ergo became, it was still the same person to her, not much of a difference.
Xiaobao's advantage is that people goons think freely, so that she managed to clean up the big stone in her heart, and loosened herself up, but also quite kindly cared about Wei Zhiyuan: "The words are like this, but you must not be so honest with your brother as well, I'm telling you, he's simply ...... now "
The smile at the corner of Wei Zhiyuan's mouth deepened, "He knows."
The unlucky Xiaobao was once again choked by him, coughed a blackout, for a while, before saying weakly: "You have great colorful courage ah young warrior, this all dare to confess, you are not afraid of that tyrant's family full of beheadings?"
Wei Zhiyuan seems to suddenly feel that listening to her so "Kirikou Kirikou" blowing up is quite fun, and now to this point, there is really no need to continue to hide it from her, so he bluntly threw out the last heavy bomb: "Because the person I like is him. "
The cell phone in Song Xiaobao's hand finally "snapped" and rolled to the ground, and she felt like she needed a handful of fast-acting heart pills.
By the time Wei Qian had finished handling everything like an escape before dawdling home, he thought he had opened the wrong door.
Both he and Bao were often away from home, and when they went out for long periods of time, of course they had to close all the doors and windows, so usually whenever they pushed the door in, they would feel a suffocating sense of lack of air circulation in the room, which would take a long time to dissipate.
If it was nighttime, that house would be added to the empty suffocating silence of a black hole without a single sound.
Weiqian always dragged himself out, turned on the lights, opened the windows, and then turned on the TV, even if it was a commercial, to make a little movement in the house, and then slumped on the couch like a slime and called to make an appointment with a bellhop.
Sometimes Wei Qian would even like to have a pet - in the past he was most annoyed by these small animals that would lose their hair, and Xiaobao's request for a puppy was rejected several times when he was a child - now he feels that, regardless of whether it's a cat, a dog, or a rat, at least there is a live animal that can breathe when it comes into the house. Now he thinks that at least there is a living thing that can breathe, even if he can squat down and talk to the cat or dog when he enters the house, it doesn't seem so silly.
Unfortunately, it's not possible to keep them, and when there's no one home every day, not to mention living things that need to eat and drink, electronic pets die.
Over time, "going home" became something he didn't look forward to at all.
But this time he pushed the door, the first thing he smelled was a faint smell of laundry detergent floating in the air, walked in and took a look on the balcony, only to see the bed sheets and pillowcases and a few pieces of clothing are hanging there in the wind.
After that, a fragrance of meat slowly stewed over a small fire revealed itself again for a long time, the small casserole in the kitchen that no one had used for ten thousand years was bubbling with a pot of meat, Wei Qian carefully lifted the lid of the casserole through a small piece of towel to wipe his hands, and the fragrance steaming out from the inside nearly smoked him to the ground.
He immediately thought, "Nutrition, my ass. Meat is the way to go." He never wanted to touch lettuce boiled in white water with soy sauce soup again.
"You're back?" Wei Zhiyuan suddenly came over and conjured a pair of chopsticks from nowhere, his hand grazed Wei Qian's side waist and poked out from behind him, gently poking the meat in the pot, "It's almost done."
Wei Zhiyuan was quite a bit sturdier than when he left home, and standing behind him, he looked extraordinarily present and oppressive, making Wei Qian more or less uncomfortable.
But Wei Qian firmly believe that this oppressive force from his own imagination, because the wheel block, Wei Zhiyuan is in any case can not be compared to the childhood gifted three fat, every time the three fat close to him, Wei Qian only "this goods really take up space" a simple idea.
Wei Qian suspected that he had been made a little allergic to his nerves by Wei Zhiyuan, after so many years, he thought that he no longer cared about the offenses that his brother had taken back then when he was young and foolish, but it seemed like it wasn't that way.
Although Wei Zhiyuan came back this time, whether it is speech and mannerisms or eyes attitude, are mature not a little bit of half a point, but Wei Qian is pleased, but vaguely feel that the little far in some aspects ...... seems to have become more "nerves", and older, bold and fat, more and more difficult to deal with - every time Wei Zhiyuan seemingly intentionally or unintentionally close to him, but can not help but tense up a bit. It is more and more difficult to deal with - every time Wei Zhiyuan seemingly intentional seemingly unintentional close to him, Wei Qian although not to avoid, but also can not help but tense up a little.
At this point, however, Wei Qian quickly regretted why he hadn't dodged.
Because Wei Zhiyuan then fished out a piece of pure lean meat from the pot, carefully blowing away a bit of the scalding heat before reaching out unawares and handing it over, gently touching the corner of Wei Qian's mouth as the chopsticks landed on the side of his mouth, saying specifically to his particularly ticklish ear, "Taste it."
Wei Qian: "......"
Wei Zhiyuan pretended not to see the veins popping after his gentle shiver, backing away a bit, still smiling, "It's no longer hot - yes, did you read my planning? How is it?"
Wei Qian had to take away the meat on his chopsticks and discussed with him about investing in their online game as if nothing had happened.
This was just the beginning, and for a long time afterward, 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 certain little ambiguous gestures, and if Wei Qian woodenly ignored them, he would suddenly cross the line before sliding back behind the safety line at the first opportunity before Wei Qian got angry, curtly stating that he was just messing around, and would talk to Wei Qian about something else in a serious manner as if nothing was wrong.
Wei Zhiyuan put "the enemy into my retreat, the enemy stationed my interference, the enemy tired my fight, the enemy retreated my pursuit" of guerrilla warfare sixteen-word policy played to the extreme, it is like a gopher in the ground played one hundred and eighty holes, at any time I do not know where to poke his head out and bared his teeth and smiled, did not wait for Weiqian to pick up the baton smashed down, and then he retracted back to run away, and the next time, and again! I don't know when and where he'll pop up next time.
When Wei Zhiyuan was young and disobedient, Wei Qian could simply and roughly pick up and beat him up, and when he grew up, although beating him up is not realistic, but Wei Zhiyuan went abroad before that period of time, Wei Qian found that he just need to be a little bit cold, and that the boy can be as lost as the soul, and at the mercy of the rubbing.
Right now, Wei Qian was certain that both methods of dealing with Wei Zhiyuan had failed.
And until he figured out how to end this matter should he poke through the shaky windowpaper, Wei Qian didn't want to risk messing things up.
For a while, he had to endure, feeling that he was living under the ambush of Wei Zhiyuan, who "popped up" at any time and any place.
And what made him enjoy it was that since Wei Zhiyuan came back, this home finally felt like a home.
First of all it's nice to have someone to talk to when you enter the house; real communication and conversation is not the same as perfunctory or polite small talk, and it's hard for even the most egotistical and withdrawn person to resist the former's delightful charm.
Xiao Bao can not do this, Wei Qian aesthetic ability is limited, really ten square color phase brimming with raw posture can not stop the audience is face blind, Xiao Bao that circle of things, although he is out of concern for his sister, but also some interest, but always can not distinguish between those who she hangs in the mouth of who are, and what he usually do, and she does not make sense.
Wei Zhiyuan is different, Wei Qian found that Xiao Yuan is very fond of tracing the roots from the definitional level to elaborate his own views on certain things, his interest is to do all kinds of network and single-player games, shaving off the technical level, Wei Zhiyuan loves to formulate, or abstractly distill the rules of the game, his thinking is extremely clear, and he is good at simulating all kinds of evolutions, which is a bit of a different flavor from Ma Chunming.
Just Ma Chunming expression is not good, sometimes think, but not to the point, slightly unable to keep up with his thoughts will become a chicken and duck, Wei Zhiyuan seems to be more than he has an intelligent interaction with the customer's platform.
After he returned, Wei Qian felt that he had said more in the past month than in the previous year.
In the end, he had almost gotten used to the routine of Wei Zhiyuan cutting fruits in the kitchen and leaning himself against the door to talk to him.
The ability to have a soothing, relaxing, and enjoyable home is something that is unattainable for many people.
But this weird state of equilibrium was only temporary after all.
There was no way Wei Qian could have deluded himself into perpetuating such an illusion, and Wei Zhiyuan certainly wasn't willing to just test the waters over and over again; as he escalated his licentiousness, the surface balance became more and more shaky, just waiting for the final straw to crush the camel.
Here comes the straw.
Wei Qian came home from work that day, half lying on the sofa to rest for a while, and almost fell asleep when he closed his eyes to rest his mind, half asleep, he felt something, and suddenly woke up with a start, and found that Wei Zhiyuan was sitting on his knees on the floor next to the sofa, and one of the hands that was gently rubbing his cheeks and chin hadn't yet had time to take it back.
Wei Zhiyuan seems to have been cultivated into the invincible body, copper wall, iron wall of the skin, do bad things when people when the right to catch, he actually did not seem panicked, but while Wei Qian has not completely wake up napping, inches into the foot, the hand along Wei Qian's arm slides down, and finally picks up his hand, suggestive meaning is very strong gently licked a circle of his fingers.
Warm and seemingly somewhat rough tongue wrapped around the ten fingers of the connecting heart, burning spit vainly skimming over the extremely sensitive fingertips, Wei Qian's scalp almost exploded, and his newly awakened heartbeat was nearly drumming.
He jerked his hand back like an electric shock, knowing this couldn't go on much longer.
"Far." It was a while before he spoke.
This time, Wei Qian didn't get angry, he just sat up from the sofa and said with a straight face, "I have to talk to you about this."
Wei Zhiyuan stretched out an index finger and put it up on his lips, "Hush, don't say it today, tomorrow, tomorrow, okay? Tomorrow is the weekend, you should at least take a day off, don't go to the office, accompany me to go fishing."
Wei Qian did not object, he also felt that the calmer he was, the better, and it was good to be able to settle down for a night and think carefully again.
The next morning, the two of them still went to the previous fish pond, where there has been a change of owners, after a few rounds of refurbishment, prices rose a lot. Autumn cold, tourists also began to become sparse, when the two of them had occupied the small pavilion, but still there, was restored, save the tip of the roof of the tiles brushed with bright lacquer, looks a little fake.
Wei Zhiyuan went all the way in, revisiting the same place, skillfully placing the bait and shaking the rod to set the hook.
Wei Qian's mind, however, was not on fishing at all, he was silent for a long time, sat down beside Wei Zhiyuan, decided not to beat around the bush, and said bluntly, "Just die, it's impossible."
Wei Zhiyuan's eyes nailed to the fish drift not far away, not the slightest fluctuation, heard this, but also just rippled back to say, "Brother, you can not let me die heart, even I can not let myself die heart, it is impossible for people to control their own heart."
Wei Qian asked him, "Then what exactly do you want to do in the future?"
Wei Zhiyuan then smiled gently, he unscrewed two bottles of mineral water, handed one back to Wei Qian and said to him, "Four years ago, I've 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 thought about it, the more I couldn't think about it, and when the plane took off, I was filled with the back of you peeling away my hand, and I felt my heart cracking in pain at that time, and then I slowly realized that all that was meaningless."
Wei Qian leaned against the pillar next to him, hands clasped in front of his chest, waiting to listen to his unbelievable journey of the heart, the mood is a little sad, feel like holding a gouging knife to face the pus on the body of the person, no longer adapted to have to face.
"At first, I thought it would be better to kill me if my possessiveness of you was never satisfied or my feelings were never reciprocated, and I was insanely jealous of everyone who hypothetically wanted to be near you, and I made them up in my hypotheticals and then killed them all to ease my anxiety."
"But the very day you tripped over the phone line and I thought something had happened to you, I had nightmares at night, even though Sango had reported it safe to me. I dreamt that you were surrounded by many people, and one by one they transparently disappeared, and in the end you were the only one left, stuck alone, and I watched you come and go alone every day, and when you were sick you fainted in the living room, and no one knew about it, and you had to wait until you naturally woke up, and then you stumbled up on your own to look for your medicine. Then for a long time in a row, whenever I closed my eyes, I saw this."
"After about a small month of this, one day, in my fantasy, I saw an additional person with a blurred face beside you, I couldn't tell if the person was male or female, beautiful or ugly, he just stayed with you, like a ghostly shadow. As a matter of common sense, these people I created in my imagination to eventually kill, but I didn't do it later because I saw the way you lowered your head and smiled up at him. How long has it been since you smiled in my dreams? I'm losing count."
Wei Zhiyuan's voice is low and calm, unfolding, like floating in the mirror-like water on the distant and meaningful sky light and clouds, but Wei Qian listened to the chest is stuffy.
If Wei Zhiyuan was talking about someone else, and it came to this point, he, being the elder brother, would have to tie that person back even if he tied him up.
But why did it have to be himself?
And ever since he was born, he had felt like he had never been expected, let alone loved this deeply.
Wei Zhiyuan's words are like rounded beads in his hand, rolling out one by one, not surprisingly, containing a certain kind of love that cannot be said and will be deafening when said.
But how is it that this person, by choice, is the younger brother?
"I suddenly felt enlightened, and at that time I thought, when I graduated and returned to China in a few years, even if I saw you really married to someone, I wouldn't die again." Wei Zhiyuan said, "I can continue to love you, and if that unknown lady loves you more than I do, I can remain silent for the rest of my life. Of course I will be in pain, but I can also take the pain as a kind of cultivation."
Like religions that originate in the pain of the present world and the comfort of the unreachable land, a spiritual, bridge between the two is built.
Wei Qian asked softly, "Fix what?"
Wei Zhiyuan turned his head and looked at him quietly in the breeze, not answering, yet the answer was already calling out.
- - Of course it is to fix you for a lifetime of joy and peace.
He suddenly reached out and clutched Wei Qian's hand on the railing, Wei Qian subconsciously retracted, but was vigorously pressed by him, and the wooden beads on their wrists as if they were one and the same clashed together, making a faint soft sound, and even the sound of the water was stilled.
A fish bites and the drift sinks violently, but no one pays any attention.
I don't know how long it had been, but Wei Qian felt that his palms were drenched in sweat, yet his face was still
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Pale and implausible.
He pinched Wei Zhiyuan's wrist, forcing him to let go, and said decisively, "I still say the same thing, you die of this heart."
Wei Zhiyuan smiled faintly, said nothing more, and took up the fishing rod, flicked his wrist and lifted it up, a big fish tumbled over and up, the brilliant fish scales flashing with water light.
"Pretend as well as you can, he's shaken." Wei Zhiyuan thought pleasantly, "Fang's pulse is noticeably faster."