After eating, Alex slid his mouth, he looked like a big cat who had just finished gnawing on the fresh bag with satisfaction. He narrowed his eyes, which were a bit uneven due to his complex bloodline, and stretched his shoulders and claws.

Then he raised his head and saw Song Xiaobao's expression that was struck by lightning. He couldn't help but scratch his chin in discomfort and protested solemnly: "What's the matter with Song Lili? Are you discriminating against us? Didn't you watch the most important novels on your phone all day long? I caught a glimpse of your...what happened yesterday? Oh, the story of two tentacles octopus stirring the foundation."

Song Xiaobao's tongue was a little knotted. She wanted to explain, denied, asked clearly, and angrily scolded Alex for saying nonsense. These things could not be arranged in order between each other, and they each wanted to jump into the line, so they stuck in her throat. Finally, she stuttered, "My second brother didn't discriminate against you and fart!"

When Alex heard this, he opened his eyes in surprise: "What? Even farting is discriminated against? Will the air in your stomach naturally emanate from your pores? You are too high-tech!"

Song Xiaobao was speechless and had no choice but to beat him.

After a one-sided beating, Alex, who was thick-skinned and thick, tidy and tidy, tidily sorted out his hairstyle that was being photographed indiscriminately. He watched Song Xiaobao sit on the edge of the hotel bed exhausted, and stretched out a bitter face.

He stretched out his finger and poked her gently, "What's wrong? Is it that hard to accept?"

"Nonsense, that's my brother, can it be the same?" Song Xiaobao slapped his claws away, then hugged his head with both hands, "What should I do? If my elder brother knows, he will definitely beat him to death."

"Your brother?" Alex asked in confusion, "he cares so much?"

Xiaobao said: "Didn't I tell you that the three of us siblings have never had parents since we were young, and my elder brother brought us up."

"Oh, feudal parents," Alex nodded in a clear way, shrugged his shoulders to express his sympathy. Then, he came over lustfully, "Oh, girl, is your elder brother handsome? Do you have any photos? Take it out and take a look."

This time, Xiaobao took the drive-out and beat the bitch all the way out.

After killing Jian A, she lay back on the bed, smashed a hole in the bed, and then rolled up a few irritable times. Finally, she couldn't help but take out her cell phone. After hesitation, she called the phone number left to her by Wei Zhiyuanxin.

Wei Zhiyuan lives in a healthy and regular life. He has already fallen asleep. It takes a while before he can get started. He also asks with a little sleepiness in his voice: "Xiaobao? What happened?"

Song Xiaobao pretended not to hear that he woke him up. She thought to herself, but Wei Zhiyuan wouldn't mind anyway. The number of times she hated since she was a child was so numerous that her brothers should have gotten used to it.

She first talked endlessly for a long time, and Wei Zhiyuan kept accompanying her patiently. In the end, Song Xiaobao was pretending to be in trouble and couldn't continue to talk. After the two of them had a short time of a cold conversation, Wei Zhiyuan then asked: "Do you have something to say to me?"

Xiaobao coughed dryly, imitated the joke tone with a tight voice, and said indirectly: "I'll tell you something very interesting. The fake foreigner who went to pick you up with me today is a Gay. The man was very mean. When he saw a handsome man, he couldn't walk. He came back and talked to me for more than half an hour. In eight out of ten sentences, he didn't leave you, and he was still fantasizing about you and telling me that you were the same."

Wei Zhiyuan smiled calmly: "What am I?"

Song Xiaobao: "Uh...this..."

She was embarrassed and didn't know how to express it. The next moment, Wei Zhiyuan said: "He is right, I am."

Song Xiaobao: “…”

At that moment, there seemed to be thousands of toads in her heart sitting upright in the sky, and in unison, letting out a deafening sound in her ear: "Qua!"

Song Xiaobao couldn't help but hold his breath, and he almost suffocated himself. Then he let out a breath with a roar in his ears.

After hearing that she didn't move for a while, Wei Zhiyuan said lightly: "Scare you, right? I mainly feel that everything is nothing to say to others. They are all things that are nothing big. They hide them, like walking on thin ice for the rest of their lives, and it doesn't matter - it doesn't matter if you can't accept it for the moment."

He was calm, and Song Xiaobao was silent for a moment, and could not help but be brought into a calm context by him.

She thought about it and said that this is what she meant. Alex and her were in a harmonious relationship. No matter what her second brother became, for her, she was still the same person, and there was not much difference.

Xiaobao's advantage is that he is timid and open-minded. As a result, she successfully cleaned up the big stone in her heart, and she was relieved. She also kindly cared about Wei Zhiyuan: "That's the case, but don't be so honest with me. I tell you, he is simply..."

Wei Zhiyuan's smile became deeper and deeper: "He knows."

The unlucky Xiaobao was choked by him again, coughing into a dark place. After a while, he said weakly: "You are so lustful, young man, you dare to confess this. Are you not afraid of being killed by the tyrant?"

Wei Zhiyuan suddenly felt that it was quite fun to hear her being so "chick" and "chick" out. Now that he has reached this point, there is no need to continue hiding her, so he bluntly threw out the last bombshell: "Because the person I like is him."

The phone in Song Xiaobao finally rolled to the ground with a "smack" and she felt that she needed a quick-acting heart-saving pill.

When Wei Qian finished everything and went home slowly, he thought he had opened the wrong door.

He and Xiaobao are often away from home and go out for a long time, so of course they have to close the doors and windows. So every time they push the door in, they feel that the indoor air is not circulating, and it will take a long time to dissipate.

If it was night, in addition to being empty and stuffy, the room would also be filled with dark silence without any sound.

Wei Qian always dragged his body to his exhaustion, turned on the lights, windows, and then turned on the TV. Even if it was an advertisement, it made a little noise in the house, and then collapsed on the sofa like mud, making a call to make an appointment with the hourly worker.

Sometimes Wei Qian even wanted to keep a pet. In the past, he annoyed these little animals that shed hair the most. Xiaobao's request for raising a puppy was rejected several times when he was a child. Now he felt that no matter whether it was a cat, a dog or a mouse, at least there was a living creature who could vent his anger. Even if he could squat down and say a few words to the cat and dog when he entered the house, he would not seem so stupid.

Unfortunately, I can't raise it. There is no one at home every day. Not to mention living things that require food, drink, defecation, and even electronic pets will die.

Over time, "Going home" became nothing to expect.

But when he pushed the door this time, he first smelled a faint smell of laundry detergent floating in the air. He walked into the balcony and saw that the bed sheets, pillowcases and several clothes were hanging there in the wind.

Afterwards, a scent of meat simmered on low heat was revealed again. A pot of meat was stewed in a small casserole that had been used for thousands of years in the kitchen. Wei Qian carefully lifted the lid of the casserole through a small towel, and the aroma that was steamed inside almost made him smell bad.

He suddenly had the idea of ​​"health preservation is the king, eating meat is the best way to do it", and he no longer wanted to mix soy sauce soup with white water to boil lettuce.

"Are you back?" Wei Zhiyuan suddenly came over, and somehow made a pair of chopsticks. He wiped Wei Qian's waist with his hand, poked out from behind him, and gently poked the meat in the pot, "It's almost done."

Wei Zhiyuan was much stronger than when he left home. Standing behind him seemed particularly present and oppressive, which made Wei Qian feel a little uncomfortable.

But Wei Qian firmly believed that this oppression came from his own imagination. Because Wei Zhiyuan was not as talented as Sanpang since childhood. Every time Sanpang approached him, Wei Qian had only the simple idea of ​​"This guy really takes up space."

Wei Qian suspected that he was a little nervous because Wei Zhiyuan had caused him to be a little nervous. Over the years, he thought he no longer cared about the offense he had when his younger brother was young and frivolous, but it seemed that was not the case.

Although Wei Zhiyuan came back this time, both his words and demeanor and his eyes were mature, but Wei Qian was relieved, but he vaguely felt that Xiaoyuan seemed to be more "nervous" in some aspects, and he became older and bolder, making it increasingly difficult to deal with - every time Wei Zhiyuan approached him intentionally or unintentionally, although Wei Qian did not avoid it, he could not help but tighten.

However, at this time, Wei Qian quickly regretted why he didn't hide.

Because Wei Zhiyuan then took out a piece of pure lean meat from the pot, carefully blew away the hot air a little, and then unexpectedly reached out and handed it over, touched Wei Qian's mouth gently, and the chopsticks fell to his mouth, and said to his ears that were particularly prone to itchy, "Try it."

Wei Qian: “…”

Wei Zhiyuan pretended not to see the veins that rushed after he trembled gently, and stepped a little further, and said with a smile: "It's no longer hot anymore - Yes, have you seen my planner? How about it?"

Wei Qian had no choice but to take away the meat from the chopsticks and discuss with him as if nothing had happened to invest in their online games.

This is just the beginning, and for a long time afterwards, Wei Qian lived on the verge of strange collapse and enjoyment.

What made him collapse was Wei Zhiyuan's attitude towards him.

Wei Zhiyuan often approaches him with some ambiguous movements. If Wei Qian ignores him blankly, he will suddenly cross the boundary. Then, after sliding back to the safety line before Wei Qian gets angry, he flatters and says in a pleasing manner that he is just a joke and will talk about other things seriously with Wei Qian like nothing is wrong.

Wei Zhiyuan put the sixteen-character guerrilla warfare policy of "the enemy advances, I retreat, the enemy stops, I disturb them, the enemy is tired, I fight, the enemy retreats, I chase them", to the extreme, just like a gopher who has hit 180 holes on the ground, poking his head out and grinning at any time. Before Wei Qian picked up the stick and smashed it down, he retracted and ran away. When the next time, it appeared.

When Wei Zhiyuan was a child, he was disobedient. Wei Qian could pick him up and beat him up simply and roughly. When he grew up, although it was unrealistic to beat him up, during the days before Wei Zhiyuan went abroad, Wei Qian found that as long as he was a little cold, the boy could rub him like he had lost his soul.

At present, Wei Qian has confirmed that these two methods of dealing with Wei Zhiyuan have failed.

And before he thought about how to end the matter if he broke through this crumbling window paper, Wei Qian didn't want to take the risk of messing up the matter.

For a moment, he had to endure it first, feeling that he was living every day under the ambush of Wei Zhiyuan who "appeared out" anytime and anywhere.

What he enjoyed was that since Wei Zhiyuan came back, this home finally looked like a home.

First of all, you can have someone to talk when you enter the house. Real communication and dialogue are different from perfunctory or polite chat. Even if you are self-centered or withdrawn, you will find it difficult to resist the pleasant charm of the former.

Xiaobao couldn't do this. Wei Qian had limited aesthetic ability. He was really shiny and beautiful. He couldn't stop the audience from being face-blind. Although he was concerned about his sister and had some interest in his circle, he could not tell who the people she was talking about. What he usually did was not understandable to her.

Wei Zhiyuan is different. Wei Qian found that Xiaoyuan likes to explain his views on certain things from a definitional level. His interest is to make various online and stand-alone games. Excluding the technical level, Wei Zhiyuan loves to formulate or abstractly refine the rules of the game. His ideas are extremely clear and good at simulating various evolutions, which is a bit similar to Ma Chunming.

But Ma Chunming couldn't express it. Sometimes he thought about it but couldn't say the point. If he couldn't keep up with his ideas, he would become a conversation between him. Wei Zhiyuan seemed to have an additional intelligent interaction platform with customers than him.

After he came back, Wei Qian felt that in the past month, he had said more than he had said in the previous year.

In the end, he was almost used to Wei Zhiyuan cutting fruit in the kitchen and leaning against the door to talk to him.

How many people can have a relaxing and pleasant home?

But this strange balance is only temporary after all.

Wei Qian could not continue this illusion by deceiving himself, and Wei Zhiyuan was certainly not willing to test it again and again. As he escalated his voluntarily, the balance on the surface became more and more shaky, waiting for the last straw that overwhelmed the camel.

The straw comes.

That day, Wei Qian came home from get off work and half-lying on the sofa to rest for a while. When he closed his eyes and rested, he almost fell asleep. In a half-dream and half-awake, he felt something. He suddenly woke up and found that Wei Zhiyuan was kneeling on the floor next to the sofa. A hand that gently stroked his cheek and chin had not had time to withdraw it.

Wei Zhiyuan seemed to have cultivated into an indestructible body, and his face was covered with iron walls. He was caught upright when he did something bad. He didn't seem to be panicked at all. Instead, he took advantage of Wei Qian's lack of snoring and became more and more frustrated. His hand slid down Wei Qian's arm, and finally held his hand, licking his fingers gently with a strong sense of hinting.

The warm and rough tongue wrapped around the ten fingers of the heart, and the scorching breath was faintly passing through the extremely sensitive fingers. Wei Qian almost exploded his scalp, and his heartbeat that had just woken up was almost roaring.

He suddenly retracted his hand like an electric shock, knowing that this matter could not continue like this.

"Xiaoyuan." He spoke after a while.

This time, Wei Qian did not get angry. He just sat up from the sofa and said seriously: "I have to tell you about this."

Wei Zhiyuan stretched out an index finger and stood it on his lips: "Shh, don't talk about it today, tomorrow, is it good tomorrow? Tomorrow is the weekend, you can take a day off at least, don't go to the company, accompany me to fish."

Wei Qian did not object, and he also felt that the calmer he was, the better he could settle down for a night and think about it carefully.

The next morning, the two of them still went to the fish pond they had been to before. There had been a change of owners there. After several rounds of renovation, the price increased a lot. It was cold in autumn and tourists began to become sparse. The small pavilion they occupied was still there and was newly repaired. The tiles on the spire were painted with bright patent leather, which looked a bit fake.

Wei Zhiyuan walked in, revisited the old place, skillfully placed the bait, and threw the rod and lowered the hook.

Wei Qian's mind was not on fishing at all. He was silent for a long time, sat down next to Wei Zhiyuan, decided not to go around in circles, and said bluntly: "Give up, it's impossible."

Wei Zhiyuan's eyes were nailed to the fish float not far away, without any fluctuations. After hearing this, he just replied calmly: "Brother, you can't make me give up, even I can't make myself give up. People cannot control their own hearts."

Wei Qian asked him: "Then what do you want in the future?"

Wei Zhiyuan then smiled softly. He unscrewed two bottles of mineral water, handed Wei Qian a bottle, and said to him: "Four years ago, I have been thinking about these questions - what should I do? How can I accept me? What should I do if you don't want me? The more I think about it, the more I can't think about it. When the plane took off, my mind was full of the back of you pulling away my hand. At that time, my heart was so painful that it was cracked. Later I gradually realized that those were meaningless."

Wei Qian leaned against the pillar next to him, holding his hands in front of his chest, waiting to listen to his incredible journey of his mind. He felt a little sad and felt like he was facing the abscess with a flesh-cutting knife. He had to face the person with a body of abscess if he couldn't adapt.

"At the beginning, I felt that if my possessiveness in you was never satisfied, or my feelings were never responded, it would be better to kill me. I was crazy about every person who wanted to get close to you in the imagination. I made up these people in the imagination and killed them all to relieve my anxiety."

"But on the day when you tripped over your phone line and I thought something happened to you, although my third brother reported my safety to me, I still had a nightmare at night. I dreamed that there were many people around you, one by one, and they disappeared one by one, and in the end you were the only one left, staying alone in my vision. I watched you go alone every day, faint in the living room when you were sick, and no one knew that, so I could only wait until naturally awakening, and then staggered to get up and find medicine. Then for a long time, as long as I closed my eyes, I would see such a scene."

"It's probably a month younger. One day, in my fantasy, I saw a vague person around you. I couldn't tell whether that person was a man or a woman, beautiful or ugly. He just stayed with you, like a ghost. According to common sense, I created these people in my imagination just to kill them in the end, but I didn't do it later because I saw you lower your head and smile at him. How long has it been since you laughed in my dream? I can't even calculate it."
To be continued...