Brother Donggong

Wen Zhan pinched my shoulder bones so painfully, I looked into his eyes that were close at hand, and was suddenly pulled up by him forcefully, he lifted my collar, and wrapped my waist with the other hand, I was in his arms, I didn't even have time to speak, his face was pressed down, and he blocked my mouth somewhat roughly.

"let me go……"

At this time, I didn't want to do that kind of thing with him at all. I turned my head to dodge, but when I refused, I gave him an opportunity. Wen Zhan's tongue stuck into my mouth, and his kiss was unscrupulous.

I was carried by him unable to struggle, like a rabbit caught in a hunter's trap.

When I felt that I was about to be eaten by him and suffocated, he finally let go of my lips.

We were very close, very close, his breathing was hot and rapid, we just looked at each other like this, then he seemed to close his eyes and decided something, suddenly, he threw me on the bed with his backhand, pressing my palm Hold my back so I can't move.

"what are you up to??"

My clothes were ripped off by him, and his body pressed up from behind.

"What else do you want? Do you really don't want me to live?"

Wen Zhan's fingers suddenly clasped my chin forcefully, causing me to lift my neck. His lips pressed against my shoulders, and his back meandered all the way. There were bites and kisses. That kind of kiss was terrible and painful. , like a brand, each time it leaves a blue scar and a mark that belongs only to him.

He lifted up my hair, and branded his lips on the back of my neck... His tongue also came out, and he kissed...

"Wen Zhan... woo..."

Wen Zhan licked my left ear, and all of a sudden, I felt numb all over my body, and I started to tremble slightly, my toes were tense, and my fingers suddenly grabbed the silk quilt under me, very hard , so hard that the finger bones turned white...

He pressed his fingers against my chin forcibly, and said with a sneer, "Aren't we nothing but brothers? Look at your current virtue..."

Before Wen Zhan finished speaking, he turned me over forcefully, ripped off my clothes completely, and opened my legs to expose everything, where he even started to raise his head slightly because of his kissing and licking...

"Being in love with my younger brother...you are such a good brother!"

I'm almost begging for mercy.

He refused to let me go.

He stubbornly pulled my chin and made me look at him.

"Chengyi, look at me and say what you said just now!"

I can't say it at all.

I am like a clam that has been dug open by a sharp knife.

The brittle shell of self-esteem was crushed by Wen Zhan long ago, and it fell into the sand, making it impossible to pick it out.I have never been so embarrassed as now, I want to roll myself into a ball and roll back into my mother's stomach, or hang myself, wipe my neck and bite my tongue.

My heart felt a little uncomfortable, very stuffy, and I couldn't breathe. I subconsciously raised my hand to grab my chest, but I grabbed Wen Zhan with my fingers.

His fingers were slender and strong, and he clasped my hand firmly.

But I saw a strange emotion in his eyes...it was exhaustion.

"...How could I push myself into such a miserable situation..."

He muttered to himself inexplicably, let go of his hand, pulled the quilt to cover me, but inserted his fingers into my hair, bent down, and kissed me with somewhat cold lips.

That night, he just sat by the bed, didn't talk, didn't look at me, and his fingers didn't even play with my hair for nothing.

I lay with my back to him, sleepy and tired, but unable to fall asleep.

Until the fourth watch drum beats, the sky is slightly bright.

"Baby, how long are you going to write? If you write this word, others can recognize it. You are not Du Yuchan. He earns his living by selling letters. You don't need to write it so seriously!"

Yuezheng was practicing calligraphy at the Yuanxiang Pavilion, and I sat by the side to accompany him.

I didn't sleep well last night. After eating four buns and a bowl of rice porridge in the morning, I became sleepy.Wen Zhan went to see his family, met his people, and talked about his state affairs, so I continued to lie here and sleep with my big head.When I open my eyes again, boy, the sun is almost setting.

I was holding a purple sand hand pot with Pu'er soaked in it, and then wandered around to the Yuanxiang Pavilion. I saw the little baby Yuezheng sitting upright on a big chair with thick cushions, holding I am writing a post with a brush.

I hurried over, said to wait for him to finish the post, and accompany him for dinner.

He writes, writes, writes...

I wait, wait, wait.

The sun was no longer visible, and the gauze lamps were shining brightly around me, but my stomach was growling.

"No."

When Yuezheng writes, it is dignified like a Buddha statue, which is quite dignified like a treasure statue.His arms are like lotus roots, his face is round, and he has a small double chin. His big eyes have become smaller because of his chubby face.

He is like the Sakyamuni who jumped out of the lotus flower, with one chubby finger pointing to the sky and the other pointing to the ground, and he still muttered words-the world and the earth, I am the only one!

Hey, great fun.

I felt that I was still quite sleepy, and I looked at him with my chin propped on my hands, and I seemed to be confused again.

"Brother Yi...Brother Yi??"

Xiaopang, who was Yuezheng, pushed me, and I realized that I was lying on the table and was about to fall asleep.I looked up at him in a daze, "Honey, are you finished? Great, let's go, let's go eat! Today I have my favorite steamed stuffed bun."

"I haven't finished writing yet. There's still a lot. Brother Yi, you're drooling."

"Uh……"

I quickly wiped it with my sleeve, and I looked up at the sky. In late autumn, the days are short, the nights are long, and it’s dark outside, and it’s already past the time to eat.

I said, "Baby, eat first and then talk, it's okay to write after a while."

Yuezheng shook his chubby face and said, "No. Sixth brother said, don't eat until today is over."

I said, "Huh? Then he is so bad. He hides and steals good food by himself, and leaves us here to starve. He is a bad person."

Yuezheng gave me a sideways glance, and I was surprised to find that his eyes and movements looked more and more like Wen Zhan!It was carved out of the same mold, exactly the same! !

Yuezheng said, "Not at all. Brother Six has been in the study since morning."

I said, "Then he must have eaten secretly in the study."

Yuezheng argued with a small mouth, "No way! Who would eat in the study? Besides, you can't put food there, for fear of soiling the books."

"Can't it?" I was stunned, "I thought the bookcase was a place to hide snacks."

Yuezheng suddenly scratched his cheeks with his chubby fingers, "Brother Yi must be not paying attention to studying, but only stealing steamed buns in the study, ashamed...(@^_^@)~"

I squinted my nose and glared at him, then stretched my neck to look at the words written by Yuezheng - it also surprised me!Regardless of his young age, his handwriting is decent and good!

I used to want to take his brush out of his hand, "Okay, okay, stop writing, you can eat, your handwriting is already very good! Much better than your sixth brother!"

"No!" Yuezheng hid his hand, "The sixth brother's handwriting is very good. Chu Qiangsheng and Chu University scholars all praised him for 'slamming Fang Qiu, the artistic conception is profound'."

Uh... is this a well written word of praise?Why do I sound so strange?

I said, "That guy Chu Qiangsheng is taking your sixth brother's job and counting on him to make ends meet. How dare he speak ill of your sixth brother?"

Yuezheng glared at me again, "Brother Yi, you don't understand anything, brother Liu's handwriting is already very good."

I leaned over and kissed his little head.

I said, "Uh, if you don't understand, you don't understand, but... the prince's handwriting is really good. He used to forget to eat every day to practice handwriting. Is there anything more important than eating? You forget it every day? This writing is sweeter than eating? Isn’t writing just for people to read?

Yuezheng said again, "That's not true! Handwriting is a person's face, of course it is important. Sixth brother also said, if my handwriting is like this, he will ignore me in this life."

As Yuezheng said, he carefully found out an ebony black box from the side, and carefully opened it. There was a layer of white linen cloth covering it, and a paperweight of jade was pressed on it. What I was looking for - a stack of letter paper, large and small, uneven, it can be seen that it has been a few years old, but it is not an antique, at most it is a second-hand product that is more than ten years old.

He took out a sheet from it for me to read, and I looked at it, uh...the writing was not very pretty, and the words were crooked and ugly, very ugly.

I quickly comforted Yuezheng, "It's okay, it's okay, baby, your handwriting is much better than this!! Besides, if your sixth brother must say that your writing is like this, he will ignore you, I will answer you, Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

"But..." Yuezheng looked contemptuously at the crooked melon cracked dates on the letterhead he was holding, "I had a nightmare yesterday, I dreamed that I wrote this thing, and then I woke up crying... He even shivered, "Hey... so scary!!"

I took out a few more pictures to look at carefully, Yuezheng quickly said, "Brother Yi, be careful, these are the treasures of the sixth brother, and no one can move them at ordinary times. Last time, a cleaning eunuch accidentally touched them." He was dragged out and beaten right away."

"yes……"

I looked at those letterheads and really didn't know what to say.

It's all stuff I wrote when I was a kid.

—— "Wen ○, my mother cooks for a few days, and I have to go back to eat. I won't be eating in ○'s main palace anymore. You can eat by yourself."

——"Wen ○, I picked up a little eunuch from the ○ garden at the back. He is only seven years old. He just entered the palace. He loves to cry and keeps crying. I just ate cucumber yesterday, so I want to call him cucumber. Cucumbers are delicious, you can eat them yourself, my cousin is here today, so I won’t be eating in ○ Zhenggong.”

—— "Wen ○, I have a stomachache today, and I won't go to ○ Zhenggong to study. Tell Du ○ that I won't go."

——"Wen ○, by the way, why is your name so difficult to write, tell dad, change your name to something easy to write, your teeth are starting to hurt again, the medicine is on the desk in ○ Zhenggong's study, remember to apply the medicine. My mother has stewed meat, so I won’t go to Zhenggong Palace today.”

Wen Zhan, Yuzheng Palace, Du Yu.

At that time, I was afraid of trouble when writing, and all the characters with many strokes were drawn in a circle.

Originally, it was written casually, but I didn't expect it to be kept for so many years.

I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in my heart.

There are some things that shouldn't belong to me, and I can't want them.

I am ashamed of what I have gained, but my life is lost.