blood relationship

Chapter 21

You can talk for half a day.He talked about the past two years, how he studied, and what lessons he took. The high-level adults of Yuejia Company hated him, and they always set him up to trick him. Fortunately, he was smart and didn't fall for it.

He would say: "But I must come to my brother, so I must defeat them..." Then he rubbed his face on my back, "Only when I become stronger, my brother can't escape."

Later, when he said that there was nothing to say, he began to confess his love non-stop.He said: "I like my brother so much, I like him to death, my brother has ignored me for so long, my place is almost empty." He wanted to grab my hand to touch his chest and feel his heart, but I Withdrew his hand back.He was silent for a while with regret, and then said in a low voice: "I don't want to make my brother sad either."

"Thinking and doing are two different things," I said.

"But if I don't," he said, "my brother will never accept me."

After a pause for a while, his voice became a little choked: "My brother has always been like this. It's the same when he sent me away, it was the same when he refused to go to D University, and he didn't let me see you when he went abroad..." He grabbed my clothes tightly, tears stained the fabric and touched the skin, "You are too sensible, you only do the right thing, and what you think I should do...My brother never gave me a chance!"

He got up and lay down again.I turned my back to him, and he was about to put his face in front of me, and his chest was just above my right ear.His eyes were full of tears, his lips were bleeding, and he looked at me in this awkward position.I felt uncomfortable all of a sudden, I wanted to escape but there was nowhere to escape, so I could only say in a ruthless voice: "I can still move my hands and feet, if I don't move away I will beat you."

"Then brother, hit me." He replied.

If I could beat this dead kid full of bad ideas, I would have beaten him long ago.

He spoke again, choked up and asked, "Can't brother hear my heartbeat?"

I just said, "You forgot, I'm hard of hearing in my right ear."

He said, "Then change your ear."

I stare at his face.He probably learned the tricks from some TV series or novel, listening to the heartbeat, playing romance, touching people's hearts.But in fact, even if there are differences in the speed of a person's heartbeat, it is only caused by changes in body emotions. The overall pattern is still regular, and there are not many changes that can be heard.

I told him the truth, and the light in his eyes dimmed immediately.His tears dripped onto my palm, hot as always.

He calmed down for a whole night, and I slept alone that night.According to the usual practice, I got up and tried how to break free from this chain, or find some props from the room, it was better than nothing, one point of hope was one point.

However, it still failed like many times before.

I lay in bed for a long time and couldn't fall asleep. I couldn't feel the passage of time, and the biological clock in my body didn't work very well.I looked at my palm, and after a while, I put it on my right ear, even though my hearing was weaker than that of the other ear, but I still felt the low-pitched rumble that is characteristic of being covered.

The temperature of his tears is still there, and I seem to be listening to the sound of his tears.

Such a quiet but undercurrent surged, which made me feel confused.

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He always loves to cry in front of me, and he hasn't changed since he was a child.I have to read the four major Chinese classics in junior high school. At that time, I often wondered if he was Lin Daiyu in his previous life, and he will pay me back so many tears in this life.Later, when I grew up, after I confirmed with Mr. Yue that he basically didn't cry at home, I was even more convinced.

After he went to junior high school and started reading A Dream of Red Mansions, I also made fun of him as Xiao Lin Daiyu.At that time, he blushed, looked at me angrily, and opened the book seriously to find counterarguments, holding back several reasons such as "my health is not bad" and "my temper is very good".I was laughing and rolling on his bed, and he climbed up unhappily, trying to grab me and order me not to laugh, but I restrained him, and the camp of rolling on the bed expanded to two people.

Recalling with a preconceived filter, everything that happened in the past is a precursor.

I remember that after the quarrel, I told him that I would not be Jia Baoyu, and he was anxious, his thin eyebrows were tightly knit, he grabbed my collar and asked me why I didn't do it displeasedly.I laughed for a long time, then put my arms around him and said, Jia Baoyu is destined to make him sad, I can't bear it.

Unfortunate things happen again and again.

My brother disappeared one night and reappeared the next day.I slept so lazily that I didn't even bother to open my eyes, and I couldn't think of anything better to hear him say good morning to me in a revitalized way.I can't tell the difference between morning and night.

He was not happy, so he sat down by the bed and shook my body with his hand: "Brother, you can't be so lazy, get up soon."

"What can I do when I get up?" I asked, "I can only stay here anyway, I can't get up like this."

He said again, "It's different." He leaned over, and I felt his hair brushing against my face, "Brother, look at me."

"What are you doing?" I was impatient.

"If my brother doesn't give me a chance, I'll fight for it myself..." He kissed my face, "Look at me, maybe you won't hate it just by looking at me?"

I was so troubled by him that I frowned and opened it.

A little girl in a white and blue dress was sitting on the head of the bed, looking at me with a smile.

I was so frightened that I jumped up from the bed in an instant, and retreated half a bed away, full of hell!What the hell is this little girl, she is my younger brother, Yue Zhen!Wearing a woman's skirt and laughing shamelessly!

Myocardial infarction is almost like this, I feel that my whole face is probably dark.He curled the ends of his hair with his fingers, as if confused: "I've been picking the one for a long time...Brother, isn't this dress good-looking?"

"What are you doing..." I gritted my teeth.

The skirt did not reveal the shoulders, which covered the unique skeleton of the teenager, and the collar was not high, revealing the slender collarbone, which looked like a white flower.His hair was untied and hung loose, and the sideburns made his face a little smaller, his eyes were bent, and he couldn't distinguish between male and female.

I pressed my heart, and felt that my heart almost jumped out of his fright.He blinked innocently again, and crawled over from the bed in his favorite position: "If brother really likes girls, you can treat me as a girl..." He touched his face, neck, and collarbone, Wrist, checked everything before saying, "I've deliberately lost weight, and I won't lose to them."

The clothes on his chest are empty, and the chest with the sternum down can be seen at a glance.

It is better to say that I am too thin than flat, I can see the bones highlighted by the posture.He crawled closer and leaned over like a dog joint. I jumped up and pressed him on the bed, roaring: "Do you think I will be happy like this? I'm so easy to deceive?"

His hair was scattered on the bed sheet, his bangs were also parted by gravity, and his forehead was extremely smooth.He didn't expect this sudden upside-down, his eyes were blindfolded for a moment, he looked at me, and said wrongedly: "If there is anything you don't like, you can tell me, I will change..."

"I don't like you dressed like this," I yelled, "dress me normally!"

He withdrew his hand, raised it again, and grabbed my collar.He said at a loss: "My brother likes girls, this is the safest way I think..." He looked at me downcastly, "Even if I dress up as a girl, can't my brother not hate you so much? Or is it casual? Any woman is fine, but I can't?"

As if going back in time, he muttered, "Brother is good or bad."

I was stunned.

His language skills have also been upgraded, he is too good at sophistry, he always misinterprets my original intention, and he just wants to refute when he hears something wrong, and if he refute, he loses.His chest was also rising and falling steadily, and his collar was messed up, revealing a small piece of his chest, half-covered and half-covered, which was very pink...

"If it's not..." He has already started talking to himself again, looking at me tentatively, "Brother has been staring at my chest, don't you really hate it?"

He let go of my collar, and suddenly pulled up the hem of his skirt.The skirt was knee-length, but he pulled it up to the navel, the veil skirts were densely piled together, and the fair skin was completely exposed. He twisted it, as if showing me the smooth and slender waistline.I looked at his expression again, his eyes were slightly bent, and the corners of his eyes drooped, with a sense of innocence and invitation.

My brain exploded instantly!My brother must not be dressed like this. I absolutely do not allow him to have any crooked thoughts. If he thinks about being a girl for a long time, he may have a mental disorder, not to mention that he has practiced it.He's crazy enough now not to get any worse.

How could he do this, again and again!He ruined himself and came to persecute me again. Do I feel happy because of this so-called doing what I like? !

I yelled and denied him: "Yuezhen, don't challenge my bottom line! Change it for me immediately, if you dare to think about anything messy, I will definitely burn all your clothes!"

"But my brother's face is so red." He actually smiled again, and even looked a little surprised, "Burn it, you can tear off my body now, brother."

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The happier he smiles, the more angry I feel. Why does he take it for granted? Does he know that he is abnormal? Is it necessary to spoil himself to this extent when he likes someone? !

He seemed to ignore my anger completely, saw that I was not moving, and even took my hand to touch his chest.

"Brother, try..." he said inducingly.

Before I could react, I already raised my hand and slammed it heavily on his face.