My brother is so strong, I am also disappointed

"I'm dying."

"I'm really dying, no one can save me."

"It's so painful, what should I do?"

"Even you won't help me."

"You go, let me taste the taste of loneliness alone!"

"Go! Leave me alone!"

"Hey, stop acting, get up and have breakfast." Yan Twelve didn't cooperate at all, "What's the point of tasting loneliness, why don't you taste the fried dough sticks and soy milk you just bought."

Xia Lin's hair was blown apart by the rolling, but she still refused to get up: "Ah! You don't understand! You don't understand my pain!"

"You howl like this every morning. I really don't know where you are hurting. Although I really want to act with you, I can't connect at all." Yan Twelve looked at the person lying on the bed and ate to himself While having breakfast, he was thinking about how to quickly get Xia Lin up and carry him out later.

Xia Lin turned over and knelt down on the bed, pretending to be Xizi holding her heart: "My heart and soul are hurting, my altar collapsed and my life was blocked, and my hands no longer move according to my heart! Can't sleep, I..."

"Why! Why is your heart and your soul hurting? Why are you so... why can't you sleep all night thinking about it?" Yan Twelve picked up another fried dough stick after eating it.

"Because I can't write it." Xia Lin got the same response, and finally knew that such a scene was uncomfortable to watch, so she restrained her tone and stared straight at Yan Twelve, "The novel I wrote, this paragraph is stuck It’s really painful to have three or five days.”

"The one you wrote for Mo Yuanshan?"

"Yeah." Xia Lin didn't wait for Yan Twelve to carry him again, got out of bed and sat at the table and started to gobble it up.

Although the heart is heavy, it does not affect his appetite.

"Wouldn't it be over if you just write for him?" Twelve heaved a sigh of relief, even watching Xia Lin eat with relief in his eyes.

Xia Lin didn't pay attention to Yan Twelve's eyes, and was still depressed: "How can that be, he took care of me so much back then, how could I even perfunctory promise to him..."

Yan Twelve never waited to see Mo Yuanshan, and he was not moved when Xia Lin told his story: "I know you thank him, or you are also moved by his story, but you don't think Mo Yuanshan helped you Is it actually using you? You are also a pawn to him. Standing on your side can make him win and he will help you. But in order not to expose himself, he doesn’t care whether you will be hurt. A person who acts cruelly and does not It is not an exaggeration to say that those who regret it have a heart as hard as a stone, and they do not deserve to be sympathized with as a good person."

Xia Lin glanced at Yan Twelve in surprise, shook her head slightly and said, "Even if you sympathize, you can't cover up your crime."

"Then what is it that you can't write?" Yan Twelve had eaten by himself, and went to wash off the oil on his hands, then took the comb and folded it back, intending to smooth Xia Lin's hair to save time.

And Xia Lin was used to being served in the morning, Yan Twelve combed his hair, he didn't remember that he would never let others touch his hair.

"What is it..." Xia Lin ate the deep-fried dough sticks in great distress, "He said he wanted Mo Yuanxi to be the protagonist, don't be tactful and impatient when things happen."

Xia Lin lamented: "This is clearly his own wish. He has been tactful all his life and suffered all kinds of grievances, but he wants to make it difficult for me to write about another person. He has already made a conclusion for himself. What can I do..."

"What can you do, you are also very desperate." Yan Twelve has learned to answer quickly.

"So let me—"

"No." Yan Twelve answered again.

"..." Xia Lin felt that she should be angry, the kind that couldn't be coaxed well.

"You're going to be angry, the kind you can't coax well." Yan Twelve gave the correct answer again.

"When did you..." Xia Lin was shocked that she was completely seen through.

"When you're thinking about Mo Yuanshan." Yan Twelve deliberately kicked the vinegar vat to pieces, wanting to let Xia Lin, who only loves sweet, taste the sour taste.

"No, I don't think he thinks that way either..."

"How do you compensate me?"

"Don't go too far!" Xia Lin was the most vicious when she was the most unreasonable.

"Give me a bed before midnight tonight, isn't that too much to ask?" Yan Twelve said.

"Don't you know that we, Mr. Huaben, perform miracles late at night!" Xia Lin also felt that the request was not too much, but she was determined not to give in.

"I only know that you are upside down day and night, mentally weak, and in poor health!" Yan Twelve did not back down, "It's fine if I drive during the day and you sleep with no one to accompany me, but you are so weak that I almost gave you a kiss." Isn't the level too much?"

"That was an accident..."

Yan Twelve is still sadly complaining: "I have to be careful every day when I get within one foot of you, for fear that if I touch you, you will be broken, and you will fly when you blow your breath. I have never raised kittens before!"

"Have you ever raised a cat?" Xia Lin suddenly remembered that Yan Twelve said that he was like a cat when he was in Yanbo Tower, so he changed the subject altogether.

"I have raised it. It's a very small one with beautiful patterns, but it's not very obedient. Let me pet it when I'm in a good mood." Yan 12 made a small ball with both hands, making the gesture of holding the kitten in his hands.

"……and then?"

"Then... the better I treat it, the more disobedient it is, and it will scratch me if it doesn't agree with me." Yan Twelve suppressed his smile, and still said a short ending in a heavy tone, "Later I Once I couldn't bear it any longer and threw it from the second floor and fell to my death."

After Yan Twelve finished speaking, it was obvious that Xia Lin's body became very stiff, and his face was probably pale.

Sure enough, Xia Lin was silent for a while, stood up and pulled Yan Twelve to the door, pushed him out with all her strength, closed the door and changed her clothes.

Yan Twelve didn't resist, and after being thrown out the door, he jumped down the stairs and rushed out of the inn door, finding a corner and laughing wildly.