My brother became a playboy

Zhao Xing and I steamed for a while, Zhao Xing almost fell asleep, but before he fell asleep, he climbed up on the table and said, "Let's go and play something else."

"What are you playing?" I asked him, yawning.

"Video games." He pointed in the direction, "We didn't always play this when we were young."

"Aren't you tired of playing?"

Zhao Xing’s parents and I are quite open-minded, knowing that we like to play this game, they bought us the annual card of the store and encouraged us to play more, but after playing for a summer vacation, we got tired of it, and in the end, neither of us bothered. go again.

I don't think I have any filters for video games, and my judgment is that neither does Zhao Xing.

Sure enough, Zhao Xing pondered for a while and said, "Let's go read."

--

Zhao Xing just said that I am literary and artistic. When he was wearing a bathrobe and picking up a book, he looked much more literary and artistic than me. He looked like the kind of science and engineering student on campus. Knowing the world but not the world, retaining a somewhat innocent appearance-of course, this appearance only exists in front of me.

Frankly speaking, I still like Zhao Xing a little bit, and I know very well that it will be difficult for me to find a more suitable partner than him in this life.

I guess he feels the same way about me, he likes me too, he thinks I'm a good fit for him too.

But, we really, really don't have any love.

The time limit for pheromones is three months. In theory, love is only three months. I used to think that Zhao Xing and I could break this limit, and we did succeed—at least we really fell in love for a few years.

I still remember that when we were ignorant, when I saw Zhao Xing walk in from the classroom, my heart was beating wildly. Turn away.

"Snapped--"

The gel pen fell on the tile, Zhao Xing would stride over, bent down to pick up the pen, put it on my desk, and said: "You dropped the pen again."

I would hold the pen, like holding his hand, and casually say, "You helped me pick it up again."

He sat beside me dripping with sweat, occupying my seat at the same table, and said, "Cui Minglang, come to my house for dinner tonight."

I pretended not to hear, waited for him to say it again, and then silently counted "three, two, one". He put his arm around my shoulder, and the two brothers seemed to say, "Aren't you doing anything else tonight?"

I gave a calm "hmm" and said pretending to be disgusted, "You smell really sweaty."

He would raise his free hand suspiciously, sniff it, and say, "No."

His hand has been around my shoulder until the preparatory bell for class rang, until I reminded him "you should go".

--

"You should go." After we spent the often boring, occasionally interesting hot spring trip, I reminded him friendly. After all, he is not like me, who has nothing to do. His recent work should be very busy.

"Can you go with me?" Zhao Xing asked knowingly again.

"No, I have to go to promise."

I like to tell the truth in front of Zhao Xing, so I will go to Xu Nuo next, and frankly, I am very satisfied with Xu Nuo's performance - he is a knowledgeable person, and he also acquiesced in my future life of debauchery.

As the substitute I found after I abandoned Zhao Xing, the promise is very suitable. I should appease him, otherwise I will have to work hard to find a new lover.

Zhao Xing raised his hand, wiped his face, and said, "Cui Minglang, sometimes, I can't understand you anymore."

I replied to him: "From the day you proposed an open relationship, I can't understand you as a person."

Zhao Xing looked at me quietly, I guess he might want to say "I regret it", but in fact, he probably didn't regret it, after all, he didn't propose it that way, our ending is obvious, and it's also a point, just because he proposed it , The relationship between us has been maintained for so many years. To put it nicely, it is called relaxation, and to put it badly, it is called lingering.

I know that our relationship is neither normal nor healthy, and I don't want to continue like this.

--

I guess Zhao Xing has a lot to say to me, but he has a very high tolerance threshold, so he just endured it.

He joked with me seriously, he said: "Cui Minglang, believe it or not, we are getting divorced at the front, and I will find someone to marry at the back."

I didn't take his joke as a real joke, I said softly, "I believe it."

Before his expression changed, I added another sentence: "That is your freedom, remember to send me an invitation."

With Zhao Xing's expression, it seemed that he really wanted to hit me, but he didn't show the slightest sign of raising his fist.

He has been raised by me, and I am sure he will not hurt me.

But unfortunately, he didn't raise me well.

I didn't ask Zhao Xing to send me to Xu Nuo's house - from this point of view, I still have a bit of conscience.

Zhao Xing sent me to the subway entrance, but he took the initiative to ask me: "Have you brought enough money?"

I looked at him with mentally handicapped eyes, and I said, "Now the subway has already scanned the codes on a large scale."

Zhao Xing said "oh", and after a while, he said, "I haven't taken the subway for a long time."

Comrade Zhao Xing, the evil capitalist, really does not understand the sufferings of the world.

I patted him on the shoulder, opened the door and got out of the car, and took the subway to Xu Nuo's house.Xu Nuo's home is adjacent to Exit A of the "Sanyuan Bridge" subway station. As soon as I arrived at the subway entrance, I saw Xu Nuo through the gate with the QR code.

Holding a bouquet of mixed flowers for ten yuan bought at the entrance of the subway with one hand, he waved the flowers at me and said, "Little friend, are you back?"

At that moment, I felt that I liked him a little more.

It's been a long time since anyone called me "kid".