the one who lives in my body

In that bar, I stayed late on purpose, and my mother called me to ask me. I said I might not go back tonight, so she didn't have to worry.

My mother is not the kind of person who has a strong desire to control. As long as I don't do things that are too outrageous, she usually doesn't care about me.

That's it, I'm drunk.

I also didn't expect that this kind of drink, which looks no different from fruit juice, would have such a strong aftertaste. At this time, I remembered that when I went to the bar with Qiu Xingwen last time, the ones he recommended to me were relatively mild ones. The guy had done enough work before he went.

And I, relying on one experience, was blind.

I just saw that the name of this wine was a little more normal, so I ordered it, who would have thought...

It's a bad thing, although my consciousness is still clear, my steps have already begun to erratic.

There are two options in front of me. One is to find a hotel to stay for one night and go back tomorrow morning, and the other is to find a way to return to Namin without disturbing the princess's family.

I intended to choose one, but I leaned against the telephone pole not far from the bar, touched my trouser pocket, and then glanced at the balance on my brain, and I found fatally that the money I had just drunk had already made my pockets embarrassing. It is estimated that this balance can only take a taxi back to Naming, and it is still the kind that can only go to the gate of Naming.

Damn, that's what happens when you get a little carried away, so is it God's warning me not to take this fucking life lightly?Standing at the gate of Namin, looking at the distance that was too long for a drunk, I resigned myself to the taxi.

I know the elder brother who guards the door. Seeing me like this, he even asked me if I wanted to take his electric car to the main house.

I didn't want to bother him at first, but after looking at the distance, I guessed that if no one was carrying me, I might fall down in a haystack by the roadside, so I could only rely on this enthusiastic old man obediently. big brother.

I almost fell asleep in Big Brother's car. Fortunately, even when I was drunk, my self-control was still relatively strong, so I didn't take the opportunity to get drunk or something.

Until a while after I got out of the car and said goodbye to Big Brother, I took it for granted.

My residence is obviously on the first floor, so I don't know why I have to go to the second floor.

I don't know why I am so familiar with the way to Xie Dongrong's bedroom. Standing in front of his door, I didn't even realize that I was doing a very dangerous thing.

At that time, there was only one confusion in my mind, and that was—"Why is Xie Dongrong still up at this point?"

Because of the crack in the door, there was still a faint light coming from his room.

So, I did another very dangerous thing.

Without knocking on the door, I opened the door of Xie Dongrong's room and walked in.

Afterwards, I substituted Xie Dongrong's mood. It is estimated that his mood at that time was probably the same as that of a woman from a good family when she suddenly saw a lewd gangster breaking in.

But good women can scream, Xie Dongrong can't.

He just turned the wheelchair and looked at me slightly sideways, his blue eyes seemed to hide a thousand years of ice.

"Did you drink?" It was very surprising, this was actually the first sentence Xie Dongrong said to me. I thought he would say "Who told you to come in?" and other questioning words.

Looking at his face, I couldn't stop giggling, I didn't even know how to answer his question, I just said, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Gloomy

As if shocked by my silly aura, Xie Dongrong just stared at me and didn't speak.

Looking down slightly, I realized that there was a book on his lap.

I don't know what I was thinking at the time, maybe it is easier for people to express their first thoughts when they are drunk. I squatted down, raised my hand to caress his book, and asked him: " Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

Xie Dongrong's expression was probably only short of the words "Are you sick" written on his face.

At that time, I didn't even have time to analyze his expression. I just pulled the book out of his hand very firmly, opened it, and pushed his wheelchair towards the bed.

"Tao Shu."

"Ok?"

"..."

Before Xie Dongrong could say anything else, I leaned over, wrapped my arms around his knees, and hugged him onto the bed in a princess hug posture.

Xie Dongrong's face was not very good-looking, but he probably knew that what he said was useless at this time. He closed his mouth and just looked down at me who was kneeling on one knee in front of him.

At that time, I didn't mean anything else, I was just glad that he was wearing pajamas, and after helping him take off his shoes, I almost pushed him down on the bed, and covered him with a pillow and a quilt.

Why are you so obsessed with telling bedtime stories?I think it's probably because when I was young, I always fantasized in my mind that when Xie Dongrong woke up, I would become a warm-hearted brother, he would be a well-behaved brother, and the warm-hearted brother would tell bedtime stories to the well-behaved brother, The well-behaved younger brother will stare at his elder brother quietly, and then after a goodnight kiss from his elder brother, he will obediently fall asleep.

That's right, in fact, if Xie Dongrong never knew my feelings for him, or if he didn't expose me, I might really do my best to be a good brother.

In fact, from the very beginning, whether he likes me or not is not that important in my heart, because I understand that the chances of us being together are pitifully small.

It's not as stable as being an older brother or younger brother.

Unfortunately, things often don't go the way you imagined.

Drunk, I was immersed in fantasy alone, but Xie Dongrong was not the obedient brother staring at me in the dream. More likely, he might be looking at me intoxicated with clear and clear eyes. Think it's a joke.

What Xie Dongrong read was not a story book, but a certain professional book. I couldn’t even read many proper nouns smoothly, but at the time I didn’t realize that there was something wrong with it. Read until Xie Dongrong listened and closed his eyes.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can know that Xie Dongrong probably did not fall asleep, but at that time my brain was no different from that of a single-celled animal. He closed his eyes = fell asleep, which is not a problem at all.

I lightly turned off the light, and before leaving, I kissed Xie Dongrong's forehead just like a gentle brother kissing a well-behaved younger brother.

Until I left his room, Xie Dongrong didn't say anything, just like the calm owner who let his pet run amok, he accepted all this calmly.

No, maybe he didn't accept it calmly, maybe he just didn't want to waste his energy to resist.

When I woke up the next morning, I sat up. This was my exclusive room in Namin.

At first reaction, I thought I had a dream.

In the dream, sometimes I returned to my childhood, and sometimes I became the same age as now. I seemed to tell Xie Dongrong a bedtime story. Of course, it was not the current Xie Dongrong, but the one who had always lived in my imagination.

Mom knocked on my door and greeted me to eat.

I scratched my head in response, and when I was dressing and arranging my appearance in front of the mirror, I thought, the dream is really just a dream after all.

I will not stop loving Xie Dongrong because he is not what I originally imagined. Sometimes I even rejoice that he is not sealed in my fantasy after all, he will get angry and speak very badly , very particular, and a little face-saving.

This kind of him is much more vivid than the one I imagined.

I will not not love him, because even if the lingering emotions between lovers are removed, to a greater extent, he is the younger brother I have seen since I was a child.

After breakfast, I finally saw Xie Dongrong again in the Naming lobby.

He was sitting in a wheelchair with a calm and proud face. I couldn't help laughing when I watched him.

But he just glanced at me, then directly controlled his wheelchair and followed Mr. Driver out the door.

He seems to be busy today.

He never took the initiative to tell me about his itinerary.

As for this exhibition, I have to keep it a secret from him.

Xie Dongrong didn't let me go to Mangkamai Palace to attend the First Prince's birthday party, but he couldn't forbid me to visit an exhibition that belonged to me.

And I was only there for the exhibition, so I can't be regarded as attending the First Prince's birthday party in name.

In order to prevent Xie Dongrong from being overwhelmed, I don't plan to tell him about this matter, and I will try my best to avoid meeting him in Mangkamai Palace.

I took the booklet to find my mother, and before I finished speaking, my mother jumped up happily.

"It's great! Our family is thriving!" Her eyes sparkled, as if she was even happier than she herself had received the invitation letter from the palace.

With her personality, I knew that she would find ways to spread the news in a short time, so I took the vaccination in time and said, "Don't tell Princess Cheng first? Don't tell Xie Dongrong either."

When I said this, she seemed to be thinking about it. Hearing this, she was slightly taken aback, and then asked me with a bit of frustration: "Why?"

It's hard to explain the cause and effect to my mother, so I can only say: "It's hard to tell you, anyway, you have to hold back, it's not too late to tell them after the banquet."

A little bit unwillingly, my mother pursed her mouth and let out an "oh", but quickly regained her vitality and began to say "Shushu is finally going to the banquet with me" and so on.

Although it was a bit cruel to do so, I quickly interrupted her, "No, mom, I won't be with you, we... have different entry times, and I will be much earlier than you." For this reason, my mother is pretty easy to deceive, so she believed it right away.

In fact, I told my mother about this mainly to let her help me organize my outfit a little bit. As her son, I still have a few formal clothes, but I am not as careful as my mother who has always been rough. I believe that as long as I go through her hands, even I, who has always been slovenly, can turn decay into magic.