After becoming a male, let the brother kiss first?Zerg

"I" refers to Bai Qiaozhi's No.1 perspective.

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I rarely think about whether there is such a thing as "fate" in my life.

I have read a book that said, "The decision to make a major turning point in life is often made on an ordinary day that is calm and seemingly inconspicuous. On that day, you think it is nothing special. But it pushed fate to the confusing side."

Such a day, immersed in oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, from nine to five, a day without any extraordinary colors.

I opened the refrigerator and it was empty.

It's not as cute as I love it, and there's no cereal for tomorrow's breakfast.

I want to buy it, I want to eat so cute, I want to eat so much I want to die, but I can't go, I don't have money.

It was the kind of moment I never imagined in the first 18 years of my life.

Then I got up very calmly, turned my head, and held the cold metal handle on the cabinet that was exposed outside the knife cabinet.

I must kill him, I told myself calmly, or I would kill myself.

I regret my life and love life very much. I have never had the idea of ​​being depressed or not sunny.

So I made a quick decision that I was going to kill him.

He was sitting on a rattan recliner I bought online for 350 yuan, and his left foot was snapped off, so he couldn't shake it smoothly.

He saw me and greeted me: "Come and have dinner, it's getting cold."

Then I also saw the bone chopping knife in my hand.

"What's the matter?" He laughed, "I want to kill my husband to prove the truth."

He also joked with me.

I calmly sat across from him, on the only soft sofa at home, which is a special "throne" for my leader, and he is not qualified to sit on it.

I said, "I can't live anymore, I'm going to kill you."

He paused the meal project he was working on, and found my tone a little funny: "Aren't you happy? So serious."

He still didn't take the sharp bone-chopping knife in my hand seriously.

I'm a little unhappy.

This feeling is like you put on enough equipment, go to slay the dragon, and then the dragon in the big cave warns you "I'm having dinner, I will fight after eating".

A vulgar and noisy shopping program was playing on the TV, and the host, who was wearing a cheap suit and smiled shyly, was promoting diet pills.

Well, I'm not fat, he's not fat, I don't know what's so good about this kind of show.

He noticed my gaze and explained: "There is a fat man who is 17 years old and weighs 180 pounds. He is amazing. After taking this medicine, he lost weight to 120!"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

He also tried to justify: "There is also a 63-year-old female who weighs 190 kilograms. After taking this medicine, she lost weight to 150!"

My attitude was very tough, and no one responded to him. Just like all the plots of this kind in the past, he quickly faded away.

"Okay," he tuned to the documentary channel, a Gabonese viper slowly squirming through fallen leaves, which is my favorite channel, "let's eat."

He said again: "...can you put down the knife first, and talk about it after dinner if you have anything to do."

I am indeed hungry.

I also don't want to talk to him.

He doesn't have any special skills, so he just cooks and eats better.

I think there is no regret in making use of the last specialty before dying.

After eating and drinking, he went to wash the dishes, and I approached behind him with a knife.

"I have to kill you," I repeated, whether to cheer myself up or to explain to him, "I can't live anymore, so I have to kill you."

He seemed to finally realize that something was wrong with me.

But he still turned off the dishwasher very calmly, carefully put the dishes into the cabinet, and stacked them in a row, very neat and clean. I have always been amazed at his obsessive-compulsive disorder, and it is difficult for me to stack them in a row.

He said, "Okay, so can I hear why?"

He is using delay tactics.

Fortunately, I was full of food and a little sleepy, so it would be good to hear him explain it to me.

He was a little fawning, and half hugged me to sit on the "throne", and then put his hands on his knees, like a primary school student listening to a reprimand.

The reclining chair is a bit short. He sits upright like this, and his 1.9-meter-long arms and legs are a little funny, which makes people uncomfortable.

Makes me feel like I'm abusing him.

I looked away: "There is no reason."

I added another sentence: "You talk a lot."

"Hey, don't bring such a thing." He showed a somewhat aggrieved expression, which I couldn't stand the most, "Can't you die to understand it?"

Understand death?

You ask me who I ask.

My mind is messy and clear.

The mess is, I don't know what the hell is going on with my life.

What is clear is that I know I must end this day.

Boring, waiting to die every day.

If every day of the rest of your life is the same as today, getting up at the same time and doing the same things, it is too hopeless.

It is better to stop now than to repeat to death.

I'm not a patient, so I naturally don't want to let myself die.

That can only kill him.

I told myself that my logic was fine.

It was and it is now.

And the source of all such emotions that make me restless, uneasy, and lack of confidence is him.

He is so perfect.

He started a business in college, made a lot of money every day, could sing and dance well, could speak eloquently, cooked delicious food, washed dishes cleanly, washed clothes quickly, and was humorous and handsome.

Picking out any one characteristic can make an interesting person.

Then he's an interesting man among interesting men.

I'm not.

I am manic.

The specific manifestation is that he doesn't like to communicate with others, he is not good at expressing emotions, and he just likes to shrink in his own small world.

And scolding those who try to get into my baby.

But recently I have changed.

It's been a week since I went out to disco, and I haven't worn those "drafty" clothes for a week.

I stayed at home, slept late, opened my eyes, there was food on the table, the game console was turned on when I turned back, and there was even a big dessert on the balcony.

Every day is like this.

Except no money.

Because this bastard withdrew money from all my payment accounts and only gave me 10 yuan in cash every day to buy cute and delicious food.You can only buy two of the cutest ones, and it’s not enough to buy the third one.

damn it.

At dinner time, he would come back early and cook the meal himself.

Then watch those dumb TV commercials.

Slimming pills, mosquito repellents, magic medicinal wine for high blood pressure and high blood sugar, good backs, even wigs, whitening medicines, and magic pills for uterine fibroids.

And then recount to me how amazing these things are.

I almost have to remember those mentally retarded advertisements.

I dug out a notebook from the big box where the game discs were stored, and threw it to him.

He took it with a smile: "You still take notes."

I ignored him.

It lay out nearly five pages of complaints about his annoying behavior.

He also read out in amazement: "Holding someone too tightly while sleeping makes it difficult for me to breathe... This is also a shortcoming!"

I snorted coldly and signaled him to continue watching, so that he could understand clearly.

After 2 minutes, he finally finished watching.

He is definitely stalling for time. This book is as big as the palm of my hand. I bought it online as a gift from the snack store. He secretly got up in the middle of the night to throw away the snacks, but he didn't throw away the book.

He nodded seriously: "I see. Let's play games first."

He added: "After you fell asleep yesterday, I studied the online strategy. There is a building outside the wolf village. We have to go there to trigger the hidden mission before proceeding."

I was taken aback: "Really?"

He nodded solemnly: "When have I lied to you?"

He really didn't.

I kinda miss that copy.I play DPS, and he plays support for me. We barely have a tacit understanding. Now that I have abandoned him, I really can't find a better brother for a while.

"Okay," I reluctantly curled my lips, "I'll kill you after the fight."

He came up to me with a smile and picked me up. I was startled. The bone-chopping knife defended me to prevent him from killing me in a rage, but his movements were very light. He just rolled me up and held me against his shoulders. , to the game room.

"Drive," he childishly imitated the beeping sound of a small train, "passengers, please sit down..."

To be honest, he has long legs and long arms, and he also exercises, like a shark line. I definitely have no chance of winning with him.So when he jumped at me, I was a little freaked out.

Of course, after being married for so many years, he has never done anything with his size advantage, and he caught me off guard quite a lot.

So I didn't panic about his move, and watched him gently "take" my bone chopping knife, and then put it on a low cabinet beside me.

"I'll use it later," he said again in a coaxing tone that made me want to beat him up. "Play games first."

"Super Fierce Husband" set up a wind dragon, held "Super Fierce" in his arms, soared into the sky, and overlooked, the gloomy and quiet small village was left behind, and in the damp and thick mist, a temple appeared far away.

I was dumbfounded.

My godhead is not enough for such a large displacement, and I never thought that the werewolf game would never end if it was played according to the rules.

This broken game looks like a copy of intelligence, but it is actually force.

With the strategy he checked, we quickly ended the search.

However, the clearance condition is that all male players die.

The "death" in this dungeon just means "release", not real death, only the dungeon will pop up.When I was about to commit suicide at night, he suddenly grabbed my handle.

"What are you doing?"

He winked in a flattering way: "You play Fengshen, I play Vulcan. You come to kill me."

Want to curve to save the country?

I deadpanned manipulating his character to kill mine.

All male characters are dead, and the instance is cleared.

"Are you happy?"

I glared at him: "Don't be poor."

Then I walked to the low cabinet from under his aggrieved eyes, and copied the knife.

"Is there anything else to say?"

He thought hard.

"How about this," he tried to use his negotiating skills, "before execution, prisoners on death row in other countries are very humane, fulfilling one of their greatest wishes, or eating a delicious meal."

He added: "You don't know how to cook, so please fulfill my biggest wish."

I thought about it, and it made sense.

Now we emphasize the rule of law society, the supremacy of insect rights, and the equality of all insects.While he is genuinely annoying, there should be corresponding powers.

I reluctantly nodded: "What wish?"

He smiled and said, "Let's do it."

……

I take back my high praise for him.

He really is like this, all the time, under any circumstances, he will be in heat.

Sperm on the brain.

I'm still thinking, if his wish is not to die, how should I argue, I didn't expect his wish to be so unreliable.

But it was promised.

What's more, I couldn't bear to see his pitiful eyes.

I spit on myself, stick to the goal, okay, he did it on purpose.

Think about your life.

It could have been otherwise.

Travel the world, do volunteer work, open your own restaurant, no no, open your own game store, whatever, as long as it's not like this.

Like a pet, being occupied by another person, and then revolving around another person's life.

I lower my eyes.

"do it."

I fucked him upside down.

At the end, the sky outside turned white, and he rarely showed a tired and satisfied expression. After taking a short bath, I avoided his hands trying to tease me, went to bed, and closed my eyes.

Damn, he put the bone chopping knife back in the kitchen when I was unconscious. It was so far away, I really didn't bother to go there to get it.

Tomorrow, I thought, to-morrow he must be killed.

I think I know exactly what kind of feelings he has for me.

Love me?

Ha ha.

He just can't live without me.

On this point, 18 years before my life, I still mistook it for love, so I was very troubled for a long time.

Later, I found out that this turtle grandson didn't even know how perverted he was.

I know very well that he was miserable as a child.So I never touch his wound.

But his wound was still rotten into the flesh.

He longs to be loved, to be cared for, to be understood.

And I was the audience he identified.

Because I have been loved, cared about and understood since I was a child.

He is very envious of me.

Therefore, whether his feelings for me are jealousy, envy, or love, he himself may not be clear.

He has worked hard for a long time, but I can easily obtain what he has not obtained.

He must be very confused and bewildered, and then think so sadly and aggrievedly, why can he do it?

Then he's drawn to what he doesn't have, a morbid desire to keep what he can't touch.

I want to live that kind of life.

He can't live it all over again, but in order to protect his desire, he can do anything.

He hugged me tightly again and fell asleep, as if holding the only desire in the world.

He didn't remember any of Ganqing's little vengeful notebooks just now.

I said quietly: "I want to come back."

He stopped breathing pretending to sleep.

He asked calmly, "Really?"

"real."

His hands were shaking.

After my fight with him last year, I took a break.

I am self-defeating and stay at home every day, playing games and watching TV, and shopping online for a bunch of useless junk, the quality of which is not as good as that of TV shopping.

He didn't dare to touch my bad head, but just beeped in my ear every day, begging me to find something to do, otherwise I would lose the meaning of life.

I glared at him ferociously: "Hurry up and find me a script, a big production and high-quality one, do you hear me!"

"Yes," he said softly, "Yes, MyLord."

Ugh.

I relented again.

I put it down to the majestic female pheromones overpowering my tyrannical male pheromones and interfering with my sane train of thought.

Let's finish this movie before killing it.