My brother is so strong, I am also disappointed

In the end, I just said "I'm sorry" and ran away. I jumped into the crowd and found an open space near Moyuan Mountain to sit down. Twelve followed me and sat beside me without saying a word.

I was thinking back to my acquaintance with Twelve, but it was just a misunderstanding. From the beginning, he called me little lady, made fun of me in every way when he was in a good mood, and beat me and hurt me when he was in a bad mood. Powerless to resist, he gave up on himself in despair; later he stopped overstepping and made a promise to me, which really made me change a lot about him, until now——

I will not despair when facing him, and I can reject him directly. He kisses me in front of others, and I will be angry because of shame, but I just said in a fit of anger that he is the same as Cui Wei, and he is really sad now Why am I so guilty that I can't make a sound? !

I couldn't bear it with my conscience, and I couldn't open my mouth because of face, so I could only bend down angrily to harm the innocent grass around me.

I bullied and bullied the turf, and the turf, too tormented, rebelled, and sent a small shrub at my feet to sacrifice itself before dying, and cut my hand with a thin, barbed stalk.

"..." I looked at the bloodstains on my palm, and suddenly felt a kind of satisfaction as if I had gotten what I wanted, as if I had a sudden enlightenment, I became calm, and I was about to wipe the hem of my clothes with my hands.

"What are you doing!" Twelve snatched my hand when I was about to wipe it off, "Can you pay attention to yourself?"

Twelve took out the kettle to wash his hands first, and then washed the dirt near the wound for me. He looked around and carefully brushed away the dust that might have mixed into the flesh.

The fine sand rolled through my hand, there was a little pain, and there was also a little itchiness, and the same feeling in my heart merged into one

Not the same, in my eyes Twelve is different from Cui Wei, he is also different from anyone else, although he is really annoying, he can annoy me in different ways every day, but if he is not by my side, I will miss him.

The last page of the predecessor's book seemed to be blown by the wind on the high mountain, and it was vividly reflected in my eyes at this moment.

After struggling in my heart for a long time, I finally couldn't stand being so ungrateful and ungrateful, so I whispered, "You are different."

Twelve didn't seem to hear, and stared at him for a while, but he didn't respond.

A tinge of remorse arose in my heart, and a sense of ignorance emerged. Anyway, I said it, so I can’t blame me if I didn’t hear it.

Twelve washed the wound for me, and blew two breaths on the neither deep nor heavy blood mark, but he didn't let go of my hand: "It's not easy, when you figure it out, I'm afraid it's already gone." Close your eyes and kick your legs to cover the coffin and sink it into the ground."

I withdrew my hand and replied perfunctorily, "No."

……

Today we walked through the woods, across the meadows, and pitched our tents on a leeward spot on the flowstone beach.

During the day, I had an unpleasant quarrel with Twelve, but he really restrained himself a bit, and didn't pester me much in the afternoon. After dinner, he changed my medicine and went to sleep by himself without saying a word.

I was so preoccupied that I still couldn't fall asleep, so I just went out of the tent and sat watching the sky.

It is very close to the stars and the moon, and it seems to be within reach.The night is a pure black night, and the galaxy is a bright galaxy. It’s a pity that I didn’t appreciate the scenery seriously. I don’t want to touch it even if it’s within reach. praise it.

Because I'm being overwhelmed with guilt and melancholy, and I feel like I'm not human at all.

On the one hand, I refused Twelve to be too close to me, and on the other hand, I hoped that he would obey my will. For example, last night he told me that I was sleepy before going to bed by himself. Tonight, he went to bed by himself and ignored me. Not happy.

I'm too selfish, too greedy.

I was thinking about life under the moonlight in this quiet mountain, reflecting on my heart, from my selfishness and selfishness, to thinking of the old adage that Dou Mien bears Mi Qiu.Because I have been taken care of by Twelve too much, I think it is only natural that he treats me well.I feel heartbroken about this, Xia Lin is really shameless!

After self-examination, I thought of Twelve again, so I picked up a stone from the ground and thought it was him, but when I took it to my eyes, I felt that the stone was too small and did not match his figure, so I touched it on the ground for a long time. I changed to a bigger one and held it in my hand, and the smaller one just now was my own.

I took a stone in one hand and hit "him" with "I", and there were many shallow scratches on the surface of "him". When I wiped it with my fingers, the scratches became less obvious, but since On the surface, unless this layer is cut off, "he" will still be injured no matter how you look at it.

I pulled out my sword again and wanted to chop the rock, but I accidentally saw the eyes of a guard beside me. He faced me and kept watching me play with rocks, as if he was looking at a fool.

"Little brother, come and sit." I greeted him warmly.

"I, I am on duty at night." This guard is different from Song Mingguang's dumb guard. He probably does some chores or picks up luggage on weekdays, and he can speak human words.

"Then stand still, turn your face away, and don't look at me." I didn't want to embarrass him, and I didn't want him to continue to treat me like a fool.

The guard immediately turned his back to me, and I raised my sword again, suddenly feeling very boring again.

It's boring... Twelve said the same thing to me over and over again, do I feel nothing?no.Am I unimpressed?Nor is it.He is not the same as before, and I am gradually becoming different.But I will always reject him thousands of miles away and give him the same disappointment forever. Will he finally give up one day like I have been unable to beat Xia Yu since I was a child?

Now that I have clearly wavered, but I habitually reject him and make him sad, what benefit can I gain from it?

Obviously I care about him so much, why don't I want to admit it?Why do I have to be obsessed with figuring out "why do I care about him"?The result is already there, is the reason still so important?

I laughed at myself for being hypocritical in my heart. If any storybook uses me as the protagonist, it must be the most annoying protagonist. I am timid and suspicious, dull and stubborn, unable to straighten out my feelings, and refuse to face my heart.If any storyteller wants to tell my story, I will stand at the door of the teahouse and stop the judge who wants to go in—"Don't listen, it's boring."

I shook out from my sleeve the handful of small flowers that I picked at Twelve in the morning and held it in my hand.

The little flowers were originally delicate, and after being held in my sleeves for a whole day, the petals were already a little wrinkled, but now seeing the moonlight, they seemed to wake up again, exuding a nice fragrance.Smelling it carefully, my clothes were also stained with this smell. I didn’t notice it during the day. It turns out that my sleeves have always been filled with the spring in the deep mountains. This is such a precious thing, but I didn’t realize it until now.

Maybe it's not too late.

"Who?!" The little guard behind him suddenly turned sideways and drew his saber towards the rock.

I turned my head in response, and saw a ghostly figure flashing past the upper stream of the rocky beach at a glance, and immediately drew my sword in my hand, and took a few steps back to the tent.

"My lord, have you seen it?" There are only the two of us here, and the little guard is very nervous.

"...I see, maybe it's a mandrill monkey or something." I'm just talking nonsense. The monkeys are all in the woods at the foot of the mountain. How could they cross the meadow and come up to the flowstone beach that is close to the snow peak?

In fact, I suspected that it was Xia Yu or Yan San, so I deliberately avoided it. If they came over and knocked me out without saying a word, Twelve would definitely die.What's more, he is still in the spring tide, and the antidote is in Song Mingguang's hands. If I leave him at this time, it will be his life.

I was suddenly dazed again, what should I do if Twelve dies?It was hard for me to persuade myself not to evade and cover up. If he was really buried in the ground and I didn't tell him my true heart, I might regret it for the rest of my life!

I put my hand on my chest, held the wooden rib through my clothes, and suddenly my heart was overwhelmed with pride—why did Feng Dafu dare to say it, Fang Qingyu dared to say it, and Twelve dared to say it, I dare not?Forget about the last two, I can't be inferior to Feng Dafu, can I? !

"Why do I feel like I'm a person..." The guard held the knife, but he didn't have much confidence, "It's dangerous outside, you pay the bill first, I'll go over and have a look."

"Little brother, I advise you not to go. In the book, if you don't listen to the advice at this time, you must go to investigate. People will die in the end, so just stay here." I expected that they would not confront Song Mingguang head-on, no If he dared to break into the tent directly, it should be fine to stay by the tent, so he patted the guard on the shoulder, turned around and went in by himself.

Twelve and Mo Yuanshan, as well as some dark guards who were not on duty, had already fallen asleep.

I walked lightly to Twelve, who was still unconscious.When this person is not ill, he sleeps fairly well, does not move around or snore, and whatever posture he puts when he lies down, he will still be the same when he wakes up.

This was not the first time I watched him sleep. When I returned from Shiwu, every night I was forced to hang on the beam or squat on the top of the cabinet to watch him.This is nothing new, but at that time, I always wanted to strangle him with the iron chain that locked me. Now that the situation has changed, I have washed my body and mind in the starry sky and night wind. At this moment, I...

Oh, I really want to kiss him.