my brother is not cute at all

"Good morning, Teacher Yang, is there no one at home making breakfast for you? How can you stand at the door and eat? It's so cold."

The weather in late November was already getting tough. Yang Yue was standing at the entrance of the dance academy, eating bread. When she looked up, she was indeed Jiang Haibo's vengeful dog.

My inadvertent teasing of him last week actually made him remember it now. Yang Yue stared at the smiling face walking towards him, and sniffed back coldly with her nose reddened by the wind: "Teacher Jiang Isn’t it the same? Is eating fried food every morning to put on autumn fat to keep warm? Be careful that you will gain weight before middle age, and you will have excessive body fat when you are a pig.”

"..." Jiang Haibo's foot on the steps was caught off guard, and he rushed over by gnashing his teeth through inertia: "Damn, why are you so unforgiving?"

"Are you annoying? I'm eating, so don't fucking pinch my face!" Seeing that the other person's hand was about to touch her own face, Yang Yue quickly avoided it.

Jiang Haibo stopped teasing him, just opened the soy milk and ate breakfast side by side with him, muttering and asking: "Hey, didn't you have someone cooking at home all the time in the morning? What happened recently?"

Yang Yue's mind suddenly recalled all kinds of embarrassing scenes on the birthday night and Hou Zeqi's face that made his heart beat faster and faster, silently sucking the milk straw.

Jiang Haibo sensed something was wrong, lowered his voice and asked, "You didn't run away from home again, did you?"

"Run away from home," Yang Yue lied, "He's busy recently, so he doesn't have time to cook, can't he?"

"What's worth working on for a week?" Jiang Haibo was skeptical, and his mind began to wander again: "You don't have a sister-in-law at home, do you?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help thinking up a love-hate relationship about the grievances of a wealthy family: "Tsk tsk, poor boy, is it your brother's childhood sweetheart who came back from studying abroad? Or is it because he wants to inherit the family business and is about to marry him?" A well-matched noble daughter is engaged?"

Yang Yue squinted at him: "Can you watch less romantic dramas? Can't you think more useful things in your mind?"

"Why is this bloody? Is what I said unrealistic? He is at this age, and the conditions are so good. I have come out of the closet, and my family has started to introduce me to blind dates. How dare you say that he Is there none then?"

Thinking about it carefully, what Jiang Haibo said is not unreasonable. No matter what, one day in the future the family will always live in a mistress who really belongs there, and it is impossible for him to live in this family in such a stable way forever.

If one day I really have an extra sister-in-law, will Hou Zeqi treat that woman as well as he treats himself?

Yang Yue muttered to this point in her heart, and suddenly she couldn't eat any more. He swallowed the last sip of milk in his mouth with difficulty, turned around and threw the half-eaten breakfast into the trash can.

"Hey, don't you want to eat now?" Jiang Haibo was still immersed in the ups and downs of the plot in his mind, but when he turned his head again, he found that the people around him had gone away.

"Tsk, what's the matter? You won't be really stimulated by my joke, will you?"

The large-scale anniversary party in the red tourist area that Hal took over is about to perform, and the classes of all the actors have been suspended.The phone vibrated, and Yang Yue glanced at the information on the screen. It was the news of the mobility rehearsal. After reading it, he exited the window and slid down. Except for some chores in the courtyard and chats in the class group, there was nothing else. Other news.

After locking the screen, he inevitably felt a little frustrated.

In the past, he deliberately avoided him for so many days, and that person had come to the gate of the academy to block him. What happened this time?Didn't even send a message?

The more Yang Yue thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. She was depressed all day long. He gnawed on the nails of ten fingers in turn. After rehearsing for a whole day, he almost gnawed all of them bald.

Tomorrow's arrangement is to go to the theater to take the stage. In two days, he will officially go to other places to perform. In the afternoon, he left the rehearsal early and went back to Bishan directly.

When Ji Wanyu came back from get off work, she was shocked to see him watering the flowers in the yard.

"Little Moon?"

Yang Yue was taken aback by the intimate address, and when she raised her head, she realized that it was her own mother who had returned, so she let out a weary "hmm" as a greeting.

"Why did you come back suddenly today? Is there no class in school tomorrow?"

"No in the morning, the two classes I lead are closed, I can just take them to the rehearsal in the afternoon after lunch at noon."

Ji Wanyu got out of the car and handed the car keys to Meng Hanqing, asking him to drive the car to the underground garage, and walked directly into the yard by herself.

"Stop watering it. Meng Hong just watered it the day before yesterday. If you water it again, you will drown me." She couldn't stand it anymore, and walked over to snatch the water bottle from Yang Yue's hand: "Since you're back, what do you want to eat?" Delicious? I'll help Meng Hong and cook something you like."

"You'd better not go." Yang Yue thought about Ji Wanyu's unflattering cooking skills, and walked her into the house, "I'm going to perform in another place in two days. I'm not busy today. , come back to see you."

Ji Wanyu vaguely heard him mention this matter, and asked: "Going to the coastal city? How many days?"

"Tentatively, it will take four and a half days to travel, two days to go to the stage, one day for the official performance, and the rest of the time will be spent on the road," Yang Yue said.

Ji Wanyu nodded: "The weather over there is cold and humid, and the temperature is also low. Remember to bring some thick clothes so you don't catch cold."

"I see," Yang Yue accompanied her into the house: "Mom, when I came back, I squeezed a section of the subway, so I'll go upstairs to take a shower and change my clothes."

"Go, you've been too tired recently, take a good rest after washing, and I'll ask Tongtong to call you inside the room when dinner is ready," Ji Wanyu took off her expensive cashmere coat, smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Yang Yue went upstairs with heavy steps, set aside the hot water and soaked herself in the large bathtub.

He seldom goes back to live in Bishan, and the environment here is not as friendly to him as Lanting, but every time he walks into this bathroom, he can remember that night after the nightmare Hou Zeqi put him on his bed The cup of steaming honey milk on the head, and the gentle and hoarse good night.

Although this person is a bit sloppy and has an unpleasant personality, but under his idle appearance, there is a gentle and delicate soul wrapped around him.The warm smell on his body is like the warm sun in winter, like a huge and dry towel wrapped around his body after the rain, which always gives people a feeling of warmth and safety.

Yang Yue recalled the first time she met him in this bathroom. There were wet drops of water hanging between his deep eyebrows and eyes, his collarbone was deep and straight, his skin was fair and delicate, and his perfect muscle lines were like Greek mythology. He also told him that the bathroom and the room were designed like this for his unmarried daughter-in-law...

But why did he somehow let him live in this room afterwards?

There was a splashing sound of water overflowing, and Yang Yue suddenly became agitated!

Isn't this a little too weird?

Memories made his already messy thoughts even more messy. He put his bare thumb in his mouth and gnawed, and then there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and the bathroom door was knocked lightly. Only then came back to God.

Through the bathroom door, Tongtong's voice came in vaguely: "Little cousin, have you washed yet? My aunt asked me to call you downstairs for dinner."

Yang Yue stood up from the bathtub with a clatter: "Okay, I see."

He tore off the black bath towel from the shelf and draped it over his body, pulling the dry corner to cover his wet face.

A familiar and warm scent of sea salt cypress shower gel rushed into the nostrils, and Yang Yue froze instantly!

This is... his smell.

When Ji Wanyu was pregnant with Yang Yue, it happened to be the time when she was in her senior year of graduation project. The huge energy consumption and lack of nutrition caused Yang Yue to suffer from malnutrition in the mother's womb. A lot, coupled with the irregular diet after rehearsal, in the long run, he suffered from serious stomach problems.

Recently, he was busy rehearsing for a week and didn't go home to have a good meal. Coupled with the severe cooling, his delicate stomach began to rebel again, and it was throbbing faintly all afternoon.

There was a gloomy and cold wind leaking from all directions in the large theater, but his fine cold sweat continued to ooze out, dripping down the sunken back groove.

It hurts so much, I really want to drink hot milk tea.

Thinking of drinking cold mineral water for a week, Yang Yue suddenly felt more severe stomach cramps.

After the rehearsal, he walked out of the theatre, only to find that at some point in the sky, fine raindrops were falling.

It's no wonder the stomach will rebel, Yang Yue muttered in her heart, took out her mobile phone and ruthlessly pushed the agreement to accompany Jiang Haibo to eat Malatang, and went home directly.

When the sound of keys turning came from the lockhole outside the anti-theft door, Hou Zeqi was sitting in the living room for a video conference due to the weather. He glanced at the time on his laptop and lamented that it was not too late to come back today. , The anti-theft door was pulled open with a clatter.

Yang Yue wrinkled her pale face, walked in the door with shaky steps, and retreated into the room without even saying hello.

What's going on here?

Hou Zeqi paused for a moment when he rubbed Xiaoguai's hand, feeling puzzled.

It was already past the normal off-duty time, and the progress of the meeting was coming to an end. He simply ordered his assistant to sort out the meeting minutes and send them to his mailbox. The meeting ended 10 minutes later.

He was full of thoughts about Yang Yue's abnormal appearance, went to the door of the room and knocked on the wooden door, but no one answered.

"Xiaoyue?" He continued to knock, but still no one answered.

Strange: "Xiaoyue? I came in?"

After Hou Zeqi finished speaking, he opened the door with a squeak, and turned his head to see Yang Yue huddled in the quilt, wrapping herself tightly into a quilt ball.

"What's the matter with you? Why don't you speak?"

It was so noisy, Yang Yue frowned, felt the sound of footsteps near her ears, walked to the bedside and stood firm, raised her hand and tightened the quilt wrapped around her body.

Hou Zeqi lifted up a corner of the quilt, but the inside was torn to death by his stubborn claws. He violently opened those fingers that were bluish and white due to exhaustion, and saw the girl hidden under the quilt through the drowsy sky. Zhang pale little face.

"Why do you look so ugly? Are you uncomfortable?"

"Well," Yang Yue lost her mind, she could only mutter vaguely, and said stiffly, "It's okay, my stomach hurts."

"Why do you have a stomachache? Caught a cold?" Hou Zeqi put his hand in along the seam of the quilt: "Where does it hurt? Let me see."

Warm big hands suddenly squeezed in, Yang Yue became anxious immediately, pushed his arm and shouted: "Don't touch me, don't you just ignore me!"

"?" Pushed away unexpectedly, Hou Zeqi was in a trance for a moment.

You obviously avoided me for a week and ignored me, why do you think I don't care about you now?

After regaining his senses, he squatted down beside the bed, stared at the quilt ball dumbfoundingly and asked, "I didn't care about you? Didn't you avoid me first? Why did you turn around and rely on me?"

What he said was reasonable, but Yang Yue didn't reason with him at all: "I used to hide from you and you would go to find me, so why didn't you go this time?"

Well, it turned out to be awkward.

But Hou Zeqi deliberately missed the point and asked, "Do you want me to find you?"

Yang Yue stopped talking immediately, and the half of her face that was finally exposed shrank into the quilt again.

Hou Zeqi smiled helplessly: "You started to hide from me for no reason. I thought it was because what happened that day made you shy, so I wanted to give you a few days to calm down."

Across the quilt, Yang Yue's soliloquy seemed hushed: "I have nothing to be shy about, it's not like I don't have nothing."

Hou Zeqi was amused by him, and lightly patted his arm through the quilt: "Then I won't do this next time, no matter where you hide in the future, I will go to you as soon as possible, okay?"

The person in the quilt still didn't respond, but there was a trace of looseness in the corner of the tight quilt.

Hou Zeqi continued: "Okay, don't lose your temper, let go of the quilt, and I'll help you see where your stomach feels uncomfortable."

Under his soft words, Yang Yue finally raised a small gap in the quilt. Hou Zeqi took the opportunity to lay his body flat, put his palms into the quilt, and gently pressed him through the pajamas to make him firm and soft. belly.

"Where does it hurt when I press it, you can tell me."

"No need to press it."

Hou Zeqi was stunned for a moment when a slightly cold little hand grabbed his hand.

"When the weather is cold, I tend to have stomach problems. Help me get the electric warmer plugged in next to the bed. I'll cover it for a while and then take some stomach medicine, and I'll be fine."

Hou Zeqi didn't move his hand: "Stomach medicine can't be taken on an empty stomach. I'll cook some hot porridge. You can eat it after filling your stomach, is that okay?"

Yang Yue didn't answer, but just looked into his eyes in the dark bedroom and asked, "Why are you being so nice to me? Is it because I'm your younger brother?"

"..."

Hou Zeqi was suddenly at a loss for words, the warm and powerful hug from a week ago flashed through his mind again, that feeling, like a fragrant cherry snow blowing down by the smoky wind in early spring, like the blooming fireworks blooming by the seaside in summer, like The full moon in autumn casts a bright light, more like the fine snow in winter turning into a pure white and flawless flower on the earth.

All the beauty in the world seemed to be intertwined with him at that moment, making him nostalgic, intoxicated, and palpitations.

As time passed by, their hands were quietly held together under the soft quilt, and neither of them wanted to let go.

"Perhaps so."

It took a long time before he managed to pull out a smile in the darkness.

That incomparably deep breath sounded more like a bitter lament than a chuckle.

"Really?" Yang Yue's hand finally moved away from his palm: "Then when I come back from the performance, I'll call you, okay?"