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After Xiao Ming stopped going to school, he began to study cooking at home.

His first week as a cook was the time when I dreaded the activity of eating dinner the most.

The rice was undercooked, the vegetables were overcooked, the meat was mushy, and the soup had a burnt smell.

Xiao Ming, I put down my chopsticks, I will cook tomorrow.

Xiao Ming shook his head, swallowed the food in his mouth without changing his expression, and took the second chopsticks.

In the second week, Xiao Ming's cooking skills made a qualitative leap, and he probably finally found the right method.He smiled as he ate, and his eyes sparkled.

"I said I could do it, man," he said.

In this way, Xiao Ming officially lived in my house.

I didn't think about that at all at first, I just felt that this child was so pitiful that I must help him.

During that time, my work was still very tiring. Compared with the high morale at the beginning, I didn't even have the energy to comfort and encourage myself, and I began to feel depressed.

I also don't have parents, and after my parents passed away, I didn't have much contact with relatives on either side.

Unaccompanied, that's about it.

One day when I came home, Xiao Ming said that he went to see his father during the day.

He was so scared at first that he didn't even dare to go into the house.But the man didn't even dare to raise his head after seeing Xiao Ming, and knelt on the ground, between his wine bottles, crying and begging Xiao Ming's forgiveness.

My father's hair is all white, and he looks like he is in his 50s.Xiao Ming said that he couldn't tell the emotion in it.

I think he is dying.Xiao Ming said.He looked up, and I saw the forbearance in his eyes.

"If he dies," I paused, considering my words, "what are you going to do?"

Xiao Ming looked at me blankly.have no idea.

It is difficult for us to be absolutely resistant to those closest to us.

But we can't bear the harm they personally brought.

When Xiao Ming arrived, I took a whole day off and came back to accompany him.

"Is there any gift you want?" I asked.

Xiao Ming shook his head and smiled contentedly, with a little white cream still on the corner of his mouth.

"That's fine." I took out the gift box that was placed there yesterday from the back of the sofa, "Happy birthday."

Xiao Ming opened his mouth in surprise and forgot to reach out to pick it up.

I put the box beside him, and he knelt down and hugged the box, his thin back trembling slightly.

At first, it was the choking sound that I tried to suppress, and finally the voice became louder, and finally started to cry. It is different from the panic and fear when I called me almost a year ago. This is a kind of release, and it is the real self relief.

"Thank you, brother." He said after calming down, smiling sheepishly.

At this moment, I felt the sense of responsibility and mission of being an elder brother. Just as I was about to reach out and touch the furry dog ​​head of this cute younger brother, the next plot direction was a bit beyond my expectation.

"I like you, brother." Just after crying, Xiao Ming's word "brother" was still open.

I think at this point I should say:

I'm sorry, I don't like you.

I always thought that Xiao Ming was a simple child.

Naive, without any scheming, looks very smart, well-behaved and sensible.

One night in the middle of the night, when he climbed onto my bed wearing a top that barely covered his buttocks, showing two bare legs, I didn't even realize it was Xiao Ming.

"Brother." He hugged me, buried his head in my chest, and didn't let go.

"Xiao Ming, go down." I whispered.

"elder brother."

Xiao Ming is very good-looking, the boy is delicate and quiet, his eyes are always moist, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his face is whiter than that of a little girl.

"Xiao Ming," I sighed, "I've said it before, I treat you as my younger brother."

"I know," Xiao Ming had no intention of letting go, "I remember."

"Just treat me like a brother."

"Do you think I'm the one who can fucking do this to my brother?" My heart was on fire, and I didn't think about it for a while, "I'm not the father of your drunk son who can go crazy with alcohol !"

"I know." Xiao Ming said after a while, "but now I really hope you are."

"Find someone else when you're hot," I said coldly, "don't bother me."

I pushed him away, a little harder, and I heard the muffled sound of his head hitting the bedside table.

I think I must be a long-term lover.

Over a year after Zong Ze's death, I still couldn't forget him, and I didn't have any thoughts of wanting to sleep with others.

Xiao Ming later made it clear to me and said: "Brother, don't you want to find someone else in your life? I don't expect to be your someone, even if you only see me as a bed partner, it's better than you go outside to find someone else." .”

"I'm not looking," I said. "I want him and nothing else."

I think what I said is still very ambitious.

I, Liu Gang, will die of hunger and thirst!Jump from the fifth floor!I won't touch a single hair of you little Bichi!

When Xiao Ming was 20 years old, I pressed on him, "It's so cool." I thought.

When you are casual about everything, you will find that some hypocritical persistence in the past is not a problem at all.

But who am I, I am an ambitious Gangzi, second only to Xiaoming's male second in elementary school textbooks, Xiaogang's classmate.

How can the obsession in my heart be resolved by mere submission of the flesh.

Xiao Ming said to me very sensiblely: "Brother, I am your younger brother."

The calmer he spoke and the more satisfied his expression looked, the more uncomfortable I felt.

I am your brother.

shit.