My brother became a playboy

Zhao Xing got up and went to work the next day. When it was close to noon, I received a message from the bank to remind me that Zhao Xing had transferred 888 million yuan to me from his personal account, and the note was lucky money for Chinese New Year.I want to transfer it back, but the amount is too large, and I need to make an appointment with the bank counter in advance. Zhao Xing doesn't need it, he is a VIP user, and the account manager will help him with everything.

I called Zhao Xing and asked him, "Why did you call me suddenly?"

Zhao Xing replied: "Too much money burns hands."

I sneered and said, "You know I'm not short of money."

"Of course I know," Zhao Xing's speech slowed down a little, as if he was trying to convince me, "But I will be happy if I give you money. Anyway, mine is yours. Why don't you buy a car?"

"I have enough cars, I'm too lazy to drive." After all, I'm still a layman, and I'll be happy when I get the money. "Go and do your work."

"It doesn't matter if I do work later, if I chat with you a few more words, I will be in a much better state." Zhao Xing's words were simple and touching, and I was almost moved, but I still said: "It seems nothing. Nice chat."

"I'm working overtime tonight, do you want to come to the company to accompany me?"

What he said was so far-fetched, I naturally replied mercilessly: "Are you dreaming?"

Even when we were not divorced, he didn't have such a good treatment, not to mention that we have no relationship in the legal sense now.

"Then I won't work overtime, I'll go back to accompany you earlier."

Zhao Xing said kindly.

"I have something to go out in the afternoon, so I shouldn't have time to meet you at night."

"where to?"

"It's none of your business."

"Oh."

"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."

"Cui Minglang." Zhao Xing suddenly called my name.

"What's the matter?" I raised a little vigilance.

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

--

I didn’t really have anything to do in the afternoon, but staying at home was meaningless. After thinking about it, I took a taxi to the promised house—of course, it has now become my house again.

I haven't been here for a few days, the furniture in the room is covered with dust, and the underwear I promised has been cremated with him. I followed his last wish and used his mobile phone to send a unified message to his friends. Short message.

He mentioned that his novels are all on his computer and tablet, and said: "If you want to read it, you can take a look. I have set up automatic updates, and all novels will be updated to the end."

I turned on his computer and entered his usual website, only to find that he is still an internet writer. His last novel is a pure love story. In Chapter 1 of the story, a young man pushes away the coffee The barista in the coffee shop fell in love with him at first sight.

I read three chapters and didn't read any more. I can naturally see that the prototype of the characters in it is me and him, but the story between us cannot be called "love".

Literary creation is false after all. No matter how sweetly the characters of "I" and "him" live in the novel, they cannot change the fact that he and I are essentially just short-lived lovers.

I turned off his computer and easily unlocked his tablet with my fingerprint. There are a lot of photos and pictures in it, most of them are me and him. I have seen them one by one, deleted them one by one, etc. After deleting the last one, my mood suddenly became depressed, people died like a lamp went out, and such a lively person disappeared in the blink of an eye.

I slept in this house overnight, and the next day I called the housekeeping company to clean up the traces of me and the promise, and entrusted the house to the selling agent.

After finishing these, I went to the cemetery to check Xu Nuo, and happened to meet someone sent by Zhao Xing to burn paper for him.

The man didn't know me, but we chatted for a while, and then I knew that he had received a mission to burn for a year. He seemed to like this expensive part-time job, and said: "Their brotherhood should be Not bad, but I'm too busy to come here in person."

I chuckled lightly and said, "It should be like this."

--

Zhao Xing and Xu Nuo were strangers, why did he know that Xu Nuo was seriously ill?There is only one reasonable explanation, and he investigates him.

Why did Zhao Xing investigate the promise?It is impossible to really want to be brothers with him, but all the planning becomes meaningless when it is discovered that the promised life is not long.That's why Zhao Xing became calm and gentle, even tolerant, and watched my relationship with Xu Nuo warm up step by step, which was regarded as a "gift" for Xu Xu's deathbed.

What if the promise is in good health?What if the promise is very promising to become my new lover?

Such a scene may be very exciting and interesting.

--

I found a park and took a turn. When the evening approached, I pushed open the door of a coffee shop. The waiter handed me the menu. I ordered two cups of coffee, and then frowned, realizing that one of the coffees was a promise. Often drink taste.

"Two cups?" The waiter confirmed with me.

"Two cups." I sighed silently.

I was bored drinking coffee when a young same-sex couple walked in through the door, they looked like college students.

I only glanced at it, then looked away. After all, the two of them were not as good-looking as me. They wandered around and sat at the table next to me. The atmosphere was good at the beginning. When the topic of coming out was discussed At that time, they almost quarreled.

A boy who has come out and his family forgives him asks when his lover will explain everything to his family.

The other boy was repeatedly talking about his embarrassment: he was the only child in the family, and his mother had a chronic grade. He really didn't have the courage to speak up, and he had to wait anyway.

After listening to it for a while, I became impatient, drank the coffee in my hand, glanced at the other cup that hadn’t moved, scanned the payment QR code on the table, and paid the bill directly.

--

I got out of the coffee shop and got into the taxi directly. Sitting on the seat of the taxi, I remembered the old me and the old Zhao Xingxing again.

After a chaotic night after the college entrance examination, Zhao Xingxing lay on the bed and asked me: "Will you marry a woman in the future?"

I pressed his back with my hand, and I said, "Aren't you my woman?"

He turned his head, gave me a suspicious look, and said, "I'm a real man."

I said "Oh" and waited for his next sentence.

What he said was not beyond my expectation, he said: "Cui Minglang, I want to tell my parents that I fell in love with a man."

"Wait no more?" I knew very well that his parents were not enlightened people.

"Don't wait, I've already got your man, wait any longer, I won't be a man anymore."

Zhao Xingxing, frank and sincere, he loves me, he has slept with me, and he will be responsible for me, so he has identified me as a person, as if nothing can separate us.

But I still persuaded him, and I said: "If your uncle and aunt get angry and drive you out of the house, you won't even be able to pay the tuition."

"You can apply for student loans," he said with a kind of blind naivety and ignorant optimism. "Besides, they are only my son, so what if I get angry?"

"Have you decided?" I asked him again.

"It's decided, I'm an adult," Zhao Xing smiled brightly without a hint of gloom, "I like a man, and it's nothing to be ashamed of."

I sent Zhao Xing to the taxi home, turned around and went back to my home.

My parents had just finished arguing, and each of them was holding a mobile phone to play games. They were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, and they seemed to be very different from each other.

When I walked in, my mother asked me casually, "Where did you go last night?"

While changing my shoes, I replied to her: "Stayed in a hotel for one night."

"Oh, are you having fun with your classmates?"

Actually, I should have replied "um", but Zhao Xing came to my mind, and when the words came to my lips, it turned into "I am with the person I like".

"...you've just come of age." My dad broke the silence.

"The person I like is a man who has just grown up."

After saying this, I subconsciously dodged to the right, and sure enough I avoided a heavy pillow.

My parents looked at me furiously, pointed at the door and said, "Get out."

I wasn't surprised by their reaction, and said calmly, "Keep your voice down, the neighbors will hear you."

The decent middle-aged couple looked at each other tacitly, and finally said through gritted teeth: "Get out."