Dage

Alex finished eating a mouthful, like a big cat who had just finished contentingly with a fresh bag, contented his eyes that were a bit sloppy because of his complex bloodlines, and stretched his arms and legs with a laziness.

Then he looked up and saw Song Xiaobao's expression that was struck by thunder. He could not help but scratched his chin and raised a solemn protest: "What is Song Lili? Do you discriminate against us? Do n’t you value it on your phone all day? It ’s time to taste novels? I also glimpsed what you were ... what came yesterday? Oh, the tentacles of the octopus stir the story. "

Song Xiaobao's tongue was knotted. She wanted to explain, to deny, to ask clearly, and to scold Alex for nonsense. These things could not be in any order with each other. They were both in trouble to cut in, so they were blocked. In her throat, in the end, she popped out, "My brother didn't discriminate against you farting!"

Alex listened and opened his eyes in surprise: "What? Even fart is discriminated against? Does the air in your stomach radiate naturally from the pores? You are too high-tech!"

Qi Song Xiaobao was so speechless that he had no choice but to beat him.

After a unilateral beating, Alex, who was rough and fluffy, carelessly adjusted his messy hairstyle, watching Song Xiaobao exhaustedly sit on the edge of the hotel bed, and stretched a bitter face.

He reached out his finger and poked her lightly like a leisurely: "What's wrong? Is it so difficult to accept?"

废 "Nonsense, that's my brother, can it be the same?" Song Xiaobao slapped open his paw, and then clasped his head with both hands. "What to do, my brother knows that he will definitely kill him."

"Your brother?" Alex asked puzzledly, "He cares so wide?"

Wu Xiaobao said, "Did I tell you, our three brothers and sisters had no parents since we were young? My elder brother brought us both."

"Oh, feudal parents," Alex nodded, shrugging his shoulders to express sympathy, and then he stepped back again, "Oh, sister, is your elder brother handsome? Do you have a photo? Take it out Look at you. "

This time, Xiaobao took a drive-out assault and kicked the **** out all the way.

After hitting the cheap A, she lay back on the bed heavily, smashed the bed out of a pit, and beat a few irritably. Finally, she still couldn't help but took out her mobile phone, and hesitated and dialed. The phone that Wei Zhiyuan left to her.

Wei Zhiyuan's healthy life law, has fallen asleep, it took a while to pick it up, and with a little drowsiness in his voice, he asked, "Little treasure? What happened?"

Tong Song Xiaobao pretended not to hear that she had woken him up, she thought of breaking the jar, and Wei Zhiyuan wouldn't mind anyway-she hated the number of times she hated when she was young, and her brothers should have been used to it.

At first she dragged endlessly for a long time. Wei Zhiyuan had been patiently with him. At the end, instead, Song Xiaobao was pretending to be in his heart, and he couldn't talk anymore. After the two had a short cold session, Wei Zhiyuan asked: Do you have anything to say to me? "

Xiaobao coughed, and used a tight voice to imitate the joking tone, and said side by side, "I told you something very interesting. The fake foreign devil who came to pick you up with me today is Gay, that person. His mouth is so cheap, he ca n’t move when he sees a handsome man. He came back and talked to me for more than half an hour, and he did n’t leave you to look handsome, and he still told me that you are too.

Wei Weiyuan smiled calmly: "So am I?"

Tong 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 really am."

Song Xiaobao: "..."

At that moment, there seemed to be tens of thousands of toads in her heart, sitting together facing the sky, and a deafening sound in her ears in unison: "Oh!"

Song Xiaobao couldn't help holding her breath, and choked herself up to choke, before exhaling a trembling breath, there was a roar in her ears.

After listening to her for a while, Wei Zhiyuan said calmly, "Scared you? I mainly think that nothing can be said to people. They are all things that are not a big deal. Tibetan mastiffs, like walking on thin ice for a lifetime, have no meaning-- It doesn't matter if you can't accept it for a while. "

He was calm, Song Xiaobao was silent for a moment, and couldn't help being taken to the calm context.

She thought about it, and that ’s the meaning, too. Alex got along well with her. No matter what the second brother became, for her, it was still the same person, so there was not much difference.

The advantage of Xiaobao is that people can think openly. In this way, she successfully cleaned up the big stone in her heart, and she loosened herself. She also cared about Wei Zhiyuan with a kind heart: "That ’s what you say, but you ca n’t Don't be so frank with my brother, let me tell you, he is now ... "

The smile on Wei Zhiyuan's mouth deepened: "He knows."

Xiao Bao, who was stunned, was choked by him again, and he coughed into a dark place. After a while, he said weakly, "You are so brave and brave, you dare to confess, you are not afraid to be copied by the tyrant. Cut it? "

Wei Zhiyuan seemed to suddenly feel that it was fun to hear her banging like this, and now that this field is really there, there is no need to keep hiding from her, so he bluntly throws out the last blockbuster. "Because the person I like is him."

Song Xiaobao's mobile phone finally "snapped" and rolled to the ground. She felt that she needed a quick-effect rescue pill.

When he waited for Wei Qian to finish everything in the same way before returning home, he thought he had opened the wrong door.

He and Xiaobao are often away from home, and the time to go out is long. Of course, the doors and windows must be closed, so every time you push in the door, you will feel that the indoor air has a kind of sullen feeling, and it will take a long time to dissipate.

If it is night, in addition to the empty dullness in the room, there will be a black hole of silence, without any noise.

Wei Qian always dragged himself exhausted, turned on the lights, opened the windows, and then turned on the TV, even if it was an advertisement, it made a little noise in the room, and then paralyzed on the sofa like a mud, and called for part-time work.

Sometimes Wei Qian even wanted to have a pet—he used to be the most annoyed by these small animals that would lose hair. When Xiaobao was a child, his application for a puppy was rejected several times. Now he feels that he does n’t care about cats. The dog is a mouse. At least he enters the house, and there is a living creature that can breathe out. Even if he can squat down and talk to the cat and dog when he enters the house, it is not so silly.

It ’s a pity that I ca n’t raise one. There is no one in the family every day. Not to mention the need to eat and drink Lazar ’s living thing, even the electronic pet is dead.

Over time, "going home" became nothing to him.

But when he pushed the door this time, he first smelled a faint smell of laundry detergent floating in the air, walked in and looked at the balcony, and saw the bed linen, towels, and a few clothes hanging in the wind.

Afterwards, a slow-simmering meat scent was revealed again, and a small pot of casserole that was never used in the kitchen for a long time was braised with a pot of meat. Wei Qian separated a small towel to wipe his hands. Carefully lifted the lid of the casserole, and the scent evaporating inside almost smoked him.

Suddenly, he raised the idea of ​​"healthy fart, eating meat is king." He never wanted to touch soy soup with white water to cook lettuce.

"You're back?" Wei Zhiyuan suddenly came over, wondering where to turn out a pair of chopsticks, rubbing his hand against Wei Qian's side waist, leaned out from behind him, and poked the meat in the pot gently, "Almost. "

Wei Wei is far stronger than when he left home. Standing behind him, he seems to have a sense of presence and oppression, which makes Wei Qian somewhat uncomfortable.

However, Wei Qian firmly believes that this oppression comes from his own imagination. Because of the wheel block, Wei Zhiyuan is in no way inferior to the talented three fat from a young age. Every time three fats approach him, Wei Qian only has " This thing really takes up space "is a simple idea.

Wei Qian suspected that he was a little allergic to Wei Zhiyuan. For so many years, he thought that he no longer cared about the offense when his younger brother was young and frivolous, but it didn't seem to be the case.

Although Wei Zhiyuan came back this time, both in speech and manners and in the attitude of his eyes, it was not a little bit mature, but Wei Qian was comforted, but vaguely felt that Xiao Yuan in some ways ... seemed to be more "nervous", and his age Bigger, fatter, and more and more difficult to deal with-each time Wei Zhiyuan approached him intentionally or unintentionally, although Wei Qian would not escape, he could not help but tense.

此时 However, at this time, Wei Qian soon regretted why he did not escape.

Because Wei Zhiyuan immediately took a piece of pure lean meat from the pot, carefully blown out the hot heat, then reached out unexpectedly, and touched slightly on the corner of Wei Qian's mouth, and the chopsticks fell to his mouth And said to his particularly itch-prone ear, "Try it."

Wei Weiqian: "..."

Wei Zhiyuan pretended that he didn't see his green muscles jump after a slight shake, pulled back a little, and still smiled and said, "It's not hot anymore-yes, did you see my plan? How?"

谦 Wei Qian had to remove the meat from the chopsticks and discuss with him the investment in online games.

This is just the beginning. For a long time after that, Wei Qian lived on the edge of bizarre collapse and enjoyment.

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

Wei Zhiyuan often approached him with some small ambiguous gestures. If Wei Qian ignored it ignorantly, he would suddenly cross the border, and then slide back to the safety line before Wei Qian got angry for the first time, flatteringly that he was just playing. And like nothing else, he and Wei Qian talk seriously about other things.

Wei Zhiyuan pushed the sixteen-character policy of "guerrillas into and out of the enemy, harassing me, harassing the enemy, and fighting, and the enemy chasing me" to the extreme, almost like a ground with 180 holes in the ground Rat, at any time he did not know where to put out his head and smiled. He did not wait for Wei Qian to lift the stick and smashed down. He retracted and ran again, and next time I did not know when and where it came out.

Wei Zhiyuan was disobedient when he was young. Wei Qian could simply and rough up and beat him up. After growing up, although a meal was unrealistic, but in the days before Wei Zhiyuan went abroad, Wei Qian found himself only a little cold, then The boy can just lose his soul and rub it.

At the moment, Wei Qian has affirmed that both methods of dealing with Wei Zhiyuan have failed.

Before he thought about how to break this layer of crumbling window paper, Wei Qian didn't want to take the risk of messing things up.

For a moment, he had to bear it first, feeling that he was living under the ambush of Wei Zhiyuan, who "emerged" anytime, anywhere.

What he enjoyed was that since Wei Zhiyuan returned, the family finally looked like a home.

First of all, there is a speaker who can enter the room. Real communication and dialogue are not the same as perfunctory or polite gossip. Even the ego and the lonely person can hardly resist the pleasant charm of the former.

Xiaobao can't do this. Wei Qian's aesthetic ability is limited. He is so blind-looking and can't stop the audience from being face-blind. In the circle of Xiaobao, although he cares about his sister, he also She has some interests, but she still can't tell who those people are hanging around her, and what he usually does doesn't make sense to her.

Wei Zhiyuan is different. Wei Qian found that Xiao Yuan very much likes to clarify his views on certain things from the definition level. His interest is to make a variety of online and stand-alone games, and to remove the technical level, Wei Zhiyuan loves making, or Abstracting the rules of the game, his thinking is extremely clear, he is good at simulating various evolutions, and has a similar meaning to Ma Chunming.

He just said that Ma Chunming could n’t express it. Sometimes he thought about it, but he could n’t get the idea. If he could n’t keep up with his thoughts, he would become a chicken and duck. Wei Zhiyuan seemed to have an intelligent interaction platform with customers than him.

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

In the end, he was almost used to the daily routine of Wei Zhiyuan cutting fruits in the kitchen, leaning against the door and talking to him.

There are so many things you can never expect to have a soothing and relaxing home.

But this weird balance is only temporary.

谦 Wei Qian cannot continue to deceive himself like this, and of course Wei Zhiyuan is not willing to try again and again. As he escalates arbitrarily, the balance on the surface becomes more and more shaky, waiting to overwhelm the last straw of the camel.

Here comes the straw.

That day, Wei Qian came home from work, half-lying on the sofa and resting for a while. He almost fell asleep when he closed his eyes and rested. He felt something awake, and suddenly woke up, and found that Wei Zhiyuan was kneeling on the floor beside the sofa. , A hand gently rubbing his cheek and chin before it had time to retract.

Wei Zhiyuan seems to have become a diamond-like body, and he was arrested properly when he did bad things. He didn't seem to panic at all. Instead, while Wei Qian was not fully awake, he had to be inch-inch, and his hands were smooth. Sliding down Wei Qian's arm, he finally held his hand, implying that he licked his fingers lightly.

The warm and somewhat rough tongue was wrapped around the ten fingers of the heart, and the burning breath emptied the extremely sensitive fingers, and Wei Qian almost exploded, and the heartbeat that just woke up was almost drumming.

He shrank his hand like an electric shock, knowing that this matter could not go on like this.

"Xiao Yuan." It took him a while to speak.

This time, Wei Qian didn't get angry. He just sat up from the sofa and said, "I have to tell you about it."

Wei Zhiyuan stretched out a forefinger and put it on his lips: "Shh, don't say today, tomorrow, how about tomorrow? Tomorrow is the weekend, and you have a day off, don't go to the company, go with me to fish."

Wei Qian has no objection. He also feels that the calmer he is, the better he can settle down and think about it all night.

In the early morning of the next day, the two of them still went to the fish pond where they had been before, where the owner had been changed, and after several rounds of renovations, the price had risen a lot. It was cold in autumn, and tourists began to become sparse, but the little pavilion they had occupied was still renovated, and the tiles on the top of the ridge were painted with bright patent leather, which looked a bit fake.

Wei Weiyuan walked in all the way, revisited the place, skillfully put the bait, and flung the hook.

Wei Qian's thoughts were not on fishing at all. He was silent for a long time. He sat beside Wei Zhiyuan and decided not to go in circles. He said straightforwardly, "You can't die. Impossible."

Wei Zhiyuan's eyes were nailed to the fish floats not far away, and he didn't waver at all. After hearing this, he just said in shock: "Brother, you can't let me die, even I can't let myself die." It is impossible for a person to control his own heart. "

Wei Qian asked him, "What do you want to do in the future?"

Wei Zhiyuan only smiled slightly. He unscrewed two bottles of mineral water and handed back to 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 let you accept me? What do you do if you do n’t want me? The more I think about it, the more I think about it, when the plane takes off, my head is full of the back of your hands, and I feel my heart is sore at the time Then I slowly realized that those were meaningless. "

Wei Qian leaned on a nearby post, holding his hands on his chest, waiting to listen to his incredible journey, feeling a bit sad, feeling like he was facing a person with abscess on his body with a scalpel, and he couldn't adapt anymore. You have to face it.

"In the beginning, I felt that if I have never been satisfied with your possessiveness, or my emotions have not been responded to, it might as well have killed me. I am madly jealous of everyone who wants to be close to you. I Fabricating these people in my imagination and killing them all to ease my anxiety. "

"But the day you stumbled on your phone line and I thought something had happened to you, even though the third brother reported peace to me, I had a nightmare at night. I dreamed that there were many people around you, one by one Transparency disappears, and you are left alone in the end, staying alone in my field of vision, I watch you alone every day, fainting in the living room when you are sick, no one knows, you can only wait until nature wakes up, then Climbing myself to find medicine. Then for a long time, I would see such a scene as long as I close my eyes. "

"It's been a month like this. One day, in my fantasies, I saw a vague person beside you. I can't tell whether the person is male or female, beautiful or ugly. He just kept I am with you like a ghost. According to common sense, I created these people in my imagination for the ultimate killing, but I did not start later, because I saw you look down and smile at him. You How long haven't I laughed in my dream? I can't even figure it out. "

Wei Zhiyuan's voice was low and gentle, and he said, like the vast and meaningful sky and clouds floating on the mirror-like water, but Wei Qian's chest was dull.

If Wei Zhiyuan is talking about someone else, at this point, he is the elder brother, and even if he is tied, he will be tied back.

But why is it himself?

And since he was born, he felt like he had never been expected, let alone such a deep love.

Wei Weiyuan's words are like round beads on his hand. One is rolled out. The appearance is not astonishing. There is a feeling of being deaf and irritating.

How can this person be a younger brother?

"I suddenly felt suddenly open. At that time, I thought that when I returned home after a few years, even if I saw who you really married, I would never die or live again." Wei Zhiyuan said, "I can continue to love you, if That unknown lady loves you more than I do. I can remain silent forever. I will certainly be painful, but I can also treat pain as a practice. "

He is like a religion that originates from suffering in this world and an unreachable place, and builds a spiritual bridge between the two.

Wei Qian asked softly, "What to cultivate?"

Xi Weizhiyuan turned his head, looked at him quietly in the breeze, and did not answer, but the answer was ready.

Alas, of course, repairing your life is joy and stability.

He suddenly reached out and took hold of Wei Qian's hand on the railing. Wei Qian withdrew it subconsciously, but was held down by him vigorously. The two wooden beads on the wrists hit the same, making a faint light. Even the sound of water calmed down.

There was a fish bite, and the fish floated up and down fiercely, but nobody paid attention.

I don't know how long, Wei Qian felt that his palms were soaked with sweat, but his face was still pale and unreasonable.

He squeezed Wei Zhiyuan's wrist, forcing him to release his hand, and said categorically, "I'm still saying that, you die this heart."

Wei Weiyuan smiled a little, and said nothing, held the fishing rod, twitched his wrist, a big fish rose over, and the brilliant fish scales shone with water.

"No matter how well he pretends, he also shakes." Wei Zhiyuan thought happily, "Only his pulse was noticeably faster."