my brother became a scum

At that time, in the nature class, the teacher had just talked about the aurora, and a picture of the aurora was shown on the slide, and everyone wowed, thinking it was very beautiful.

When I looked back, I realized that Zhang Chen was writing and drawing on the paper. Looking carefully, it turned out to be a bunch of irregular lines. He dirty the paper, and took the half of the eraser I gave, and looked at it. It made me feel a little distressed - that is the best eraser in the canteen around, it costs five yuan each, and it is very convenient to wipe.

I don't feel bad for giving it to him. When he wasted it, I felt like a needle pricked my heart, so I stretched out my hand and pressed the back of his hand: "Change the paper to draw, don't wipe it."

Zhang Chen looked at me with his black grape-like eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a very subtle arc - at that time, I didn't understand what is called a sarcastic smile, I just felt uncomfortable looking at it.

Zhang Chen quickly withdrew his hand, the half of the eraser was still tucked between his fingertips, and he threw the half of the eraser into the trash basket between us in front of me.

"Boom-"

My fire came up immediately.

But the teacher turned off the projector at this time, and returned to the podium to give a lecture, so he could only hold his breath, secretly thinking that he would not be able to let this kid go after class, but Fatty Wang ignored it and kicked Zhang Chen's chair directly. I was afraid that I would provoke the teacher, so I gave him a wink. Fatty Wang scolded him, and then backed away.

As soon as get out of class was over, Zhang Chen stood up naturally, and said, "You want to fight, right? Go to the top floor."

My anger came and went quickly, mainly thinking that this school is full of my grandpa's eyeliner, and my grandpa would blow me away if something happened, so I endured this moment of anger, and directly pulled Fatty Wang for a while. Put: "Forget it, don't fight anymore, it's almost time."

Zhang Chen stood for a while, raised his eyelids, and cursed: "What a coward."

Before he finished speaking, he received a punch. Zhang Zhiqiang in front of him struck too fast, and I couldn't stop him at all.

Zhang Zhiqiang's father is a student of his grandfather, and he has always taken care of me as a younger brother. He has a good temper, and I don't know why he exploded today.

Zhang Chen laughed, as if his plot had succeeded, he threw himself on Zhang Zhiqiang and hit him immediately. I made a quick decision and called Fatty and the students around: "Separate them, the teacher will be here later."

Zhang Chen thumped so badly that Fatty Wang and I pulled him in. Zhang Zhiqiang was also held down by two classmates. The class monitor came over to be a peacemaker and asked both parties to apologize, but the head teacher came out of the door with a livid face. Walked in, followed by the dean.

Well, this is a big mess.

Zhang Zhiqiang's elder brother came over, beat him up and down, and then pressed Zhang Zhiqiang to apologize.A man who is said to be Zhang Chen's uncle came to Zhang Chen's house. He looked very gentle, but Zhang Chen didn't show any face, and said bluntly: "He is not my parent, he is just a driver who runs errands."

Later, when my relationship with Zhang Chen got better, I vaguely guessed that he deliberately caused trouble and wanted to call his mother over—he hadn’t seen his mother for three months. In the huge villa, except for the nanny and the driver, Only him.

But it was impossible for his mother to come, sending someone over was the limit.

But as parents, they always think about their children. For example, Zhang Chen, now that there is trouble, his old lady will protect him very closely.

I once expressed my views on this aspect, but Zhang Chen scoffed. He said: "Sixty percent of the money I earn in a year is given to them as a filial piety. They cover me, one is for money, and the other is because of blood relationship. They won't have a good time."

But I still think his old lady treated him well, otherwise she wouldn't have condescended to come to my house and see me once.

I stayed on the semi-airtight top floor for a while, and the Xiaguang disappeared completely. When I turned around, I was shocked. Zhang Chen was not far behind me, smoking a cigarette.

He was wearing a long camel-colored windbreaker, smoking gorgeously and extravagantly, as if he was shooting a big movie.

I took a few steps in his direction, and he threw away the cigarette in his hand, stepped on it with his boots and crushed it, extinguishing the tiny flame.

He said, "What are you doing away from me?"

Many excuses flashed through my brain quickly, and I broke them one by one in the process of walking towards him step by step. When I walked in front of him, I told the truth: "You are a scum after all, of course I want to hide."

There was a sound of wind in my ears, I turned my head and dodged Zhang Chen's fist, he raised his foot to kick, but I didn't dodge this time - my calf hurt so badly from his kick, I knelt down directly.

I struggled to get up straight, but he directly took off my two arms and pressed me to the ground.

"Fuck! Zhang Chen, I'm so-you-mother! You're fucking sick!"

I was covered in water from the pain, but I couldn’t move in a real sense. Zhang Chen’s leather rope tied his head broke at some point, and his hair naturally hung down on his neck. He laughed like a gorgeous ghost.

"Chen Heping, you can't beat me, why bother to make me unhappy."

Panting heavily, I greeted all Zhang Chen's relatives in my heart, but suppressed my anger: "Well, it's my fault, you put my arm back first, don't play like this."

"Chen Heping," Zhang Chen patted my face with his free hand, "I'm in a particularly unhappy mood today, please say something nice to coax me."

"What do you want to hear nice?"

"For example, you tell me that you have liked me for a long time, and you want to move into the community where we live together in the west..."

I couldn't hold it back any longer, so I just popped and interrupted him with a smile: "Is it time for you to change your psychiatrist? The neurasthenia hasn't been cured, why is there another paranoia?"

Zhang Chen didn't immediately refute my words, he just stared at me with that kind of scrutiny for a while, his hand left my face, slid along the waistline to the hip, and squeezed my buttocks. Ass, he said darkly: "If you don't give you a bud in the back, fuck you a few more times, and you will be overwhelmed."

He said that, but I didn't have anything to be afraid of, so I replied directly: "If you fucked me, then we will settle the matter, and brothers will not have to do it in the future."

I even relaxed and waited for him to fuck me.

He looked at me fixedly, and I also looked at him calmly. After a while, he reached out to help me push back the dislocated bone, picking at the time when I was in the most pain, and said: "I will make you owe me all my life, Don't even try to settle with me."

Zhang Chen has always been unpredictable. His current behavior is very stubborn. After tonight, he will not know what will happen tomorrow.

But I hummed in compromise, relieved the pain again, and stood up from the ground.Zhang Chen didn't help me, but kept staring at me, and waited until I had almost flattened the folds of my clothes before saying, "Can you drive?"

I patted my sore shoulder, and replied to him: "No."

He frowned, as if he was very unhappy - I knew Zhang Chen liked me driving, and he was sitting in the back seat.

He was silent for a few seconds and asked me: "How about I carry you down?"

I took a closer look at his flat and delicate windbreaker: "No, I'm fine."

"Then when you go downstairs, you hold my shoulder or hold my hand."

"Just hold on to the railing, you can go down."

Zhang Chen pursed his lips, then walked down quickly, and he couldn't see the figure all at once.My shoulders were still aching, and my body was probably a little weak due to profuse sweating, so I leaned on the railing and moved down step by step.

When I turned around the roundabout platform and walked to the last step, I suddenly found that Zhang Chen was at the exit of the stairs. He also saw me, and put his hand into the pocket of the windbreaker like a young man. One hand stretched out towards me with the palm up.

I walked down slowly, and when I reached the last three steps, I also stretched out my hand-slapped on his palm, and said with a smile, "Why don't you hide?"

Zhang Chen also laughed, and clenched his palms with his fingers inward, then lowered his arms. He said, "This is the first time you hit my palm."

"Soldiers never tire of cheating."

We walked out side by side, pretending not to know that he just wanted to help me, and pretending not to know that I was lying and refusing just now.

Clapping hands brought back an old incident. When I was studying in Xinxin Primary School, there was a time when a game was very popular.Two people, two hands, the palms are centimeters away from the palms, and the lower one tries to slap the upper hand, usually with a few feints, and then waits for an opportunity to slap backhand.At the beginning, everyone took Zhang Chen to play that game, but later they stopped playing it - because he could always hit others, but when he was on top, he slipped very fast and never got hit.

I got into Zhang Chen's car, sat in the passenger seat, and fastened my seat belt. Zhang Chen smoked a cigarette outside and stamped out the cigarette butt before getting into the car.

He fastened his seat belt and took another deep breath. I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I raised my hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid, I'm by your side. If I die, I will die first."

He didn't respond, but stepped on the accelerator and let the car go straight out.I put my hand on his shoulder for a while, and when the flesh under my hand was less tense, I simply withdrew it.

Zhang Chen's driving skills are very good, and he was also the first in our group to get the car book.But one year, when he was driving out to play with his boyfriend at the time, he encountered a car accident that was not accidental. For a few minutes, his whole world was blood red.

From then on, Zhang Chen had some mental sequelae. He was fine when he was driving alone. As long as there were other people in the car and his hands touched the steering wheel, his body would resist and tremble. This problem is not serious, but it is not small .

So during that time, he always took me to practice with him, and I sat in the passenger seat, watching him tremble from the very beginning, but now he is a little stiff.

Zhang Chen drove downstairs to my house, and we got off together

I went up the stairs and entered the house. As soon as I opened the door, I could smell the aroma of food. I turned on the light and found that the food on the table was still warm, so I asked Zhang Chen, "Did someone come over to heat it?"

"Well, it's not good to be cold."

"Thanks."

"It's okay." After we had dinner and took a bath, we lay down in the bed exhausted, and it didn't take long for a cold arm to appear in my bed.

I didn't make a sound, and let that arm go up to mine, but Zhang Chen didn't seem sleepy at all, and stuffed his leg in again. I frowned, and was simply moved aside. Move, but Zhang Chen said shamelessly: "I'll get into your bed, you can hug me to sleep."

I was stunned for three seconds, and then I replied to him: "Don't push yourself too far, it's either an arm or a leg, or nothing at all."