After being killed by the author who wrote fanfiction [Korean Entertainment]

Only the dull and sharp outline remained, "Not too many, just worry about me."

This is simply the overlord clause.

Jian Wuyu looked at the extinguished charcoal fire, and said helplessly in his tone: "I will try my best."

Bian Baekhyun stared at her, and suddenly tilted his head and smirked: "Are you agreeing to everything? To this extent, do you really like me?"

The answer he got was still simple: "No."

"Yeah, since you're not a noble person, why stop being mean," Bian Boxian's eyes slanted and his smile became more sinister, "What do you want, me?"

Jian Wuyu glanced at him, only to feel that he was running the train with his mouth full again.

However, Bian Boxian approached her and seduced her with a suppressed voice: "Do you want me to pay you something? I heard that you still have my face, kiss?"

He almost sent himself to Jian Wuyu's lips, and tapped his soft cheek with his fingertips.

Jian Wuyu stared at him indifferently. After a while, she drooped her eyelids and said nonchalantly, "If I had any thoughts about you, I would do it that night."

"Ah, that's right." Bian Boxian tilted his head to look at her without any shyness, "That's difficult. What exactly do you want?"

If this is a deal, everything he wants is on the table, but what she wants, he never knows.Why did she only say that she was the victim? Obviously, it was not good for him.

Jian Wuyu raised his eyelids, and at a distance where he could kiss with his neck stretched out, he said solemnly to him, "Tell me about Che Che right now."

Bian Boxian was stunned for a moment, then laughed with a sneer, and gasped after laughing: "If you are so persistent, even if I don't tell you, you will check it yourself."

Jian Wuyu nodded calmly.

The charcoal fire has gone out, the barbecue is cold, the wine glass is bottomed out, and the story is just beginning.

Baekhyun asked her at the beginning: "Are you disgusted with homosexuality?"

Jian Wuyu shook his head.

"Then I'll just say—"

A little boy, since he was very young, found that he liked his elder brother who was more than ten years older than him. His elder brother was very kind to him, buying him all his favorite toys, telling him bedtime stories, and wiping his mouth.

The teacher said, marry the person you like.

So the little boy thought that when he was an adult, he would marry his brother.

One day, my brother brought a woman home and said it was his girlfriend. What is a girlfriend?Why is that woman holding his brother's arm?Why did my brother look at that woman like that, with eyes that he had never shown to him?

Mom and Dad seem to welcome this woman, so he should be happy too.

At the dining table, my brother wiped the woman's mouth with the same hand that wiped his mouth, and wiped the corner of her mouth with the same right thumb, with the same doting smile.

The elder brother said with a smile that he would marry this woman.

The little boy suddenly felt very dirty, his brother's thumb was very dirty, his face was also very dirty, and he had to use a knife to remove the dirty parts one by one, just like his mother cut off the rotten parts of fruit.

It was very late that day, when my brother was asleep, he opened the door of his room silently, holding a fruit knife in his small hand, and a silver light flowed through the blade in the night.

He looked at his brother sleeping soundly, with a smile on his mouth, why did he smile?

Because of that woman?

This smile is also so dirty, it must be because my brother's thumb is dirty, so it's like this, so, so.The little boy struggled to lift the knife, his eyes were strangely bright, but there was a gentle smile on his face.

As long as I help my brother cut it off, my brother will be clean.

His favorite brother, the brother who is going to marry him, the brother who likes him the most, will be back soon.

Bian Boxian did not bluntly mention the name of the protagonist in the story, and every word in his words meant protection, but this did not prevent Jian Wuyu from peeling off the filter of him as an elder brother and grasping the core of the story.

She asked directly, "brother, is it you?"

Bian Boxian almost choked on his own saliva, and coughed several times: "It's not me, how could it be me."

Jane looked at him without doubt.

"Brother Zaizhi," Bian Boxian said in a calm manner, "What Cha Che likes is Brother Zaizhi. Although they are not related by blood, they are biological brothers in name, so the uncles and aunts behind are almost mad." .”

"Uncles and aunts sent Che Che to a mental hospital because they didn't want the family to be destroyed. They actually loved Che Che very much—" He paused, then sighed, "But brother Zhi is their biological son, so continue to let Che Che go. Che and Brother Zaizhi live under the same roof, so they will inevitably be afraid."

Jian Wuyu asked: "Che Zai didn't know about this, did he?"

"Well, uncle and aunt were afraid that Brother Zaizhi would be sad, so they didn't tell him all the time, they just told him that Cha Che likes boys," Bian Baekhyun explained, "Brother Zaizhi loves Cha Che very much, because he is a teenager, not so much My brother is actually more like another father. If I let him know that Cha Che has such feelings for him, he will definitely blame himself."

There is no need to argue about Che Che's feelings for Cha Zaizhi, it is indeed intolerable by the world.

As the second son in the family, Bian Boxian enjoys the pampering of the family, but with such a young brother, he will inevitably reveal his elder brother's love and pampering. For Che Che, he has compassion and sympathy even more than his brotherly love .

"I was also very clingy to my elder brother when I was young. Che Che may be too young, sensitive and introverted, so he can't distinguish his own feelings."

"However, I heard from the psychiatrist that Che Che's dependence on Brother Zaizhi is just a kind of dependence. After a year of treatment in the mental hospital, he has been corrected. The doctor also proved that he and Brother Zaizhi are getting along very well now."

Jian Wuyu nodded slightly after hearing this: "Fortunately."

Bian Boxian looked at her with his cheeks on his hands: "Why, do you still doubt Cha Che?"

Jian Wuyu raised her eyebrows: "It stands to reason that I shouldn't doubt him."

"However," she changed the topic, and said, "Compared to saying that he likes Che Zaizhi, I believe that what he likes is you. At least for now, he likes you."

Seeing the corners of Bian Boxian's drooping eyes twitched, his lips slightly opened, as if trying to argue with her, Jian Wuyu unhurriedly picked up a small dish and stuffed it into his round mouth, and said slowly: "Otherwise, why don't you Explain that the person who is so dependent on his brother appeared here, not his brother Che Zaizhi."

Bian Boxian chewed a few times and swallowed the radish hastily, before opening his mouth again, Jian Wuyu suddenly leaned forward, reached out his chopsticks and tapped his soft and pink lower lip.

He raised his eyes in disbelief, and her meaningful smile was reflected in his pupils.

"If you want to talk about brother, aren't you also his good brother?"

The hot lips touched the cold metal, and this movement crossed the Chu River Han boundary between the small tables, Bian Boxian could only look at Jian Wuyu for a moment, his heart felt empty, and he gave a thud.

Seeing him in a daze, Jian Wuyu smiled, and accepted it as soon as he was good.

But when he was about to retreat, there was a sudden pause in his hands, and it was Bian Boxian who opened his mouth and bit the tip of the chopsticks, raised his eyes and glanced at Jian Wuyu, a smile gushed out from the depths of his throat, rolled over the tip of his tongue, vague and ambiguous.

"So, you like brother like this?"

drunken encounter

If the puppy bites something, just give it to it, and if you insist on grabbing it, it will get angry and insist on fighting with you to win or lose.

Wait for the puppy to let go, and then pick it up again.

"elder brother……"

This call has a gentle mocking tone, which means tolerance and accommodating. It is no different from an adult who is used to children's pranks, but if it is only calm, it is not. The enemy will have this attitude.

The woman let go, took a sip of the wine slowly, let the man hold the chopsticks in astonishment, and said leisurely: "Actually, according to seniority, you should call me grandma, it's not too much."

"Ding dong."

There was a crisp sound, and the stainless steel chopsticks fell on the table.

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"Why is it so cold when I go..."

At around [-]:[-] p.m., the cold wind swooped down from a high place like a thousand troops, and each stream was like a knife sharply piercing into the empty sleeves of the runner, entering the enemy's position, but the knife turned into a cunning The snake wrapped around it coldly, tightly clinging to the body, greedy for temperature.

I don't know where this strange wind came from, and the weather forecast certainly didn't expect a sudden drop in temperature.

The summer wind is getting stronger, but like a rough man with a pink girl living inside him, a big man with buckled feet likes to read girl comics, tenderness and delicacy are all wrapped in it.

And tonight's wind is wrapped in the skin of night, wrapped in the killer's heart.

On the street, the beautiful people with their shoulders and thighs exposed huddled together, and they did not forget to comb their hair sticking to their faces back to reveal their delicately made-up faces.

The curtain of the stall was blown up by the wind, covering the faces of the bewildered customers. The owner jumped up and apologized and then hurriedly pulled the curtain back. Unexpectedly, the seasoning jar flipped over with his elbow, ruining a pot of fish cakes .

The wind swept over, and the red bean taiyaki that the high school students held in their hands and took a bite suddenly lost the heat.

In the alleys, the wind can’t come in, and you still feel warm when you leave the store, but once you walk out of the deep alleys, the wind slaps you right, and the ferocity is comparable to those late drunks who are guarding them at the door. Husband's wife, drunken drinkers sober up from the tenderness of barbecue and soju in an instant.

The road was swept away by the wind and was deserted, most of the people were running with their arms folded and hiding in wretched ways to hide back home, even the handsome men and women shrank their necks in embarrassment when they went out on the street. I didn't bother to look at it.

That being the case, each went back to each house, each looking for each mother.

Shredded paper was rolled everywhere, and the bright red letter on the advertising paper - "Late Night Beauty Online Hot Chat" flashed stubbornly in the wind. The only thing in the world that is not shaken by the wind is light and shadow.

The street lamps are evenly arranged at the same intervals, extending towards the end of the road, and the two figures are drawn from time to time