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When I found out that I liked girls in high school, it was because of a girl in the same dormitory.She is very white, with big eyes, and there is a small birthmark-like scar between the right earlobe and the corner of the mandible. She speaks very interestingly, and few people can resist teasing.She has a strong personality and a flamboyant personality, but she is actually a very sincere and considerate person.

Later, she was the first to tell me about her boyfriend, and when she introduced me to him, she said, "You've passed the test of inviting Murong to dinner, and if you have a handsome guy in your school, bring it to Murong." You have to be handsome, Murong is very demanding.I said yes, just by looking at you, you can tell that your school's average level is very high, please take care of me, senior.she laughed.

Then they went their separate ways after graduation. I haven't heard from her for many years.

When I was a sophomore, a female exchange student came to our department, a foreign Chinese, who only stayed in our school for one year.It's not love or dating, it's just that two people who have a common language have been with each other for a year, and after a year, they get together and part ways.

Then I fell in love with Yanyan.She doesn't like me.

Then I met Jian Qianli.

When I was a student, when I was young, I never showed my difference in front of others, I was even very careful to hide it.Maybe it's because I haven't met the person I want the whole world to know. I don't want to ask for trouble more than being open and free.

As for now, in fact, it is not deliberately revealed, but it is no longer deliberately hidden.I cut my hair short because I have to tie my hair up every time I enter the bar, which is very troublesome. I didn’t expect to get used to it and cut it shorter and shorter. In addition, my hair stylist can’t help but take my hair. I don't mind showing off his skills, as long as he looks good.

So I have met many cute little people chattering around me like those three little sparrows, and I have also seen many stupid human beings like the aunt I met on the subway last time. They are more rude than "disgusting". It's not that I haven't heard the word.

I have never been a weak person, and I have never been a kind person who repays grievances with kindness. I deal with other people's malicious and malicious words. When I am in a good mood, I treat him as nonsense. When I am in a bad mood, I don't mind wasting Give him time to understand that he's the disgusting one.

But that's someone else.

Murong Zhi is none other than my younger brother.Although he is only ten years old, he is my younger brother.

"Do you have a younger brother?" I asked Qianli.

She was mixing the remaining noodles and bringing it to me, she was taken aback by my sudden and unconstrained question.

"No," she blinked, "I don't have a younger sister, nor do my brothers and sisters. My parents and I are the only three in my family~"

"Do your parents know you like girls?" I looked into her eyes.

She gently placed the bowl and chopsticks on the table, straightened her face, and then replied: "They only hope that the person I like can make me feel happy."

Really, that's great.I bowed my head and ate the noodles seriously.

She didn't speak, just sat beside me quietly watching me eat, and when I finished eating, she reached out to collect the bowls and chopsticks.

I stopped it, "Leave it alone, I'll collect it later."

She withdrew her hand and rolled her eyes, "Then I'll go to the kitchen to clean up my hands." She was about to get up.

"Should you go home?" I asked.I think, at this time, she should be at home with her parents, not here with me.

She sat up halfway up and sat back again, thinking for a while, "Um...Murong, it's getting late, can I stay tonight?"

Can't.I checked the time, and it was only after one o'clock in the morning, "You can still get a taxi at this time."

She curled her lips, "You can get a taxi at any time... But the point is not whether you can get a taxi, but whether I can stay?"

"Tonight, New Year's Eve, go back and be with your parents."

"I've been with them for a whole month, and they're annoying me a bit!" She looked aggrieved, and then made a very distressed look, "So I told them I won't go back tonight, if you don't take me in , for the sake of face, I can only stay in the hotel for one night."

face?I couldn't help raising the corners of my mouth and humming out of my nose. I lowered my head to cover it up, and my eyes just passed over the pair of bowls and chopsticks, and I picked them up and walked towards the kitchen.

She followed behind and lobbied persistently, "If you don't have a guest room, I can sleep in the study, and the sofa is also fine, I don't recognize the bed!"

Forget it, go with her.

After taking a shower, it was past two o'clock. I took the dirty clothes to the balcony and threw them into the washing machine, and sent her to bed.

She was wearing a set of my pajamas, the sleeves were rolled up several times, and every time she raised her hand, it slid loosely to the elbow, revealing a large section of smooth forearm.

"Where do I sleep?" Her eyes wandered between the sofa and the study, with a look of confidence that I would definitely not let her sleep in these two places.

I twitched the corner of my mouth and pointed to the door of my room.

She rubbed her nose and finally felt embarrassed, "I sleep in the guest room, I sleep in the guest room..."

But I'm not kidding.

I walked back to the living room, closed the French windows on the balcony, went to the other side and turned off the lights in the living room, then went to open the door of my room, stood at the door, pointed to the window on the other side of the room, and told her, "That morning There is sun nearby, if you are afraid it will be too bright, you can close the curtains later."

She finally realized that I let her sleep in my room alone, "What about you? Aren't you going to sleep?"

I turned my head and glanced at the other closed door, and raised my chin as a gesture.

She took a step forward and walked up to me, and said softly: "Murong, I'll just sleep in the guest room, it's okay, I really can sleep like a pig anywhere, I don't choose at all~" It was obviously a discussion, listening She seemed to be comforting me, she didn't know that I didn't make this decision to consider her feelings.

I walked over, opened the door under her gaze, turned on the light, and walked in.She followed to the door, and when she was about to come in, she raised her eyes and saw the painting on the wall, and subconsciously stopped.

I looked at the person in the painting and said, "This is my mother, hello?"

She looked at me in amazement, then looked at the painting again, her eyes flickered a few times, and finally understood what I meant.Then she walked in, approached the painting, bowed slightly to the person in the painting, and said softly, "Hello, Auntie, I'm Qianli."

Suddenly, my eye sockets became a little hot, and I blinked to let the heat out.

With her back to me, Qianli looked at the painting for a long time before turning to look at me, hesitating to speak.

"Go to sleep." I said.

She moved her lips, but finally she didn't say anything, and walked out the door obediently.Walking to the door, he stopped suddenly, turned around and called me, "Murong, can you come out for a while?"

Oh, of course, but, is there anything you dare not say in front of my mother?

She just hugged me gently.Just a hug, and then let go, like a flowering tree outside the train window on a long journey, fleeting.But then she stood on tiptoe and kissed my chin again, and said: "Good night~" After finishing speaking, she looked at me expectantly without moving.

I have known for a long time that she has a pair of innocent and bright eyes, as bright as stars, but when these eyes are full of affection, they are so dazzling, as if reflecting the starlight of the entire Milky Way.

My heart softened for a while, and I pressed a kiss on her forehead.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, the corners of her mouth hooked up, she lowered it, and hooked it up again, then she calmly disappeared through another door without even looking at me.

What a baby.

What kind of family can raise such a rare thing?

I woke up very late the next day without an alarm clock, and it was almost noon when I woke up. As soon as I walked out of the room, I heard the soft sound of tableware colliding in the kitchen.I walked over and saw that Qianli was busy at the cooking counter with her back to me.

She had already changed out of her pajamas, and was back in her own clothes, with an apron hanging around her neck and a belt tied around her waist, loosely tied in half a bow.

Probably hearing footsteps, Qianli suddenly turned her head, saw me, and showed a big smile, "You're awake~"

Like a sunflower... "Well, what are you doing?"

"Get ready for lunch~" She took out a tissue to wipe her hands, then suddenly raised her hand to stroke my hair.

I was baffled, and avoided her when she wanted to do it a second time, "What are you doing?"

She seemed to find something very interesting, looked at me, smiled inscrutably for a while, and then said, "Did you just wake up and haven't looked in the mirror? Your hair is all up~"

I immediately turned around and walked towards the bathroom, I forgot about my short hair.

"It's so cute!" she added loudly behind me.

I pretended I didn't hear, and kind of wanted to kick her out.

When I came out after washing my hair and changing clothes, it was already half an hour later, Qianli had already come out of the kitchen and was sitting on the sofa waiting for me.

"Did you get up early?" There was a plate of green spinach on the dining table, which I don't remember in my refrigerator.

"Yeah, wake up before dawn."

ha?

"Can't sleep."

"You still say you don't recognize the bed?"

"I don't admit it, I'm just so excited that I can't sleep~"

"……Let's eat."

She proudly brought out another big bowl of soup from the kitchen, and put it in front of me, "It's our custom to eat light on the first day of the new year! Happy New Year, Murong~"

I fiddled with my chopsticks twice, Chinese cabbage, shiitake mushrooms, sliced ​​ham, vermicelli... looked up at her, "Should I give you a red envelope?"

she laughed.

"Isn't it always the case that younger generations pay New Year greetings to elders? Doesn't your family have this custom?"

"Yes," she retracted the emoji, "so you eat slowly, I'm going to pay New Year's greetings to our parents."

I looked at her in surprise.

"It's an appointment. My dad's car is already outside. If I don't leave, my mom will—" He gestured a knife around his neck.

So it's because I got up late. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"Can you call me?" She exaggeratedly widened her eyes.

"No."

"Then I'll wake you up next time!" She happily ran to get her coat and bag, and then went to the door to put on her shoes.

I'm a little chagrined to realize I've missed a good morning.Reluctantly walked over, opened the door for her, and then caught my father's surprised eyes unexpectedly.

"Dad?" Why are you here?But after thinking about it, I understand.

However, my father didn't look at me, and met Qianli face to face. They were scared by each other, and they didn't react yet.Qianli's coat was only half worn, and she stopped there awkwardly, forgetting to blink her eyes.I suddenly felt funny, but fortunately the shoes have been changed...

"Get dressed." I took her bag from her, and said to my father, "Dad, this is Qianli." Looking at Qianli again, she had already arranged her clothes at the speed of light, and she was back to a well-educated She looks like a girl, waiting for my introduction, "Qianli, this is my father, uncle."

"Hello Uncle, Happy New Year!" She bowed slightly and greeted politely.

The father has also recovered his demeanor, nodded and smiled: "Hello, happy new year!"

I returned the bag to Qianli, she took it, and walked out, "Uncle, go in, I have something to go~"

"Hey, be careful on the road!" Dad replied gently.

"Thank you, bye~"

It was to me at last, and I answered with a glance at her, invited my father in, and shut the door behind me.

"Who is she?" asked the father.

"A friend," I said.Kapok hasn't opened yet.

He didn't ask.

"Dad, why did you come here suddenly?" I asked knowingly.

Sure enough, the father said, "I want to talk to you about your brother."

It turned out that my younger brother met a new friend at school, she was a quiet little girl. Although the time was short, they had a very good relationship.But since she has two mothers and no father, no one wants to talk to her except my brother, they laughed at her, and my brother too.Just the day before I went home, the little girl called to say goodbye to my brother, and she was going to transfer schools.

So, my brother is blaming me for losing his best friend because there are people like me in the world.It's really my fault, it's me, who deprived him of some ignorant rights at this innocent age.

"He already knew that he was wrong. After you left, he was very sad and cried for a long time." After a pause, "Dad can't apologize to you instead of your brother. If you want to see him, I will let him come in and meet you personally." Apologize."

"My brother is outside?" I couldn't believe it, "Dad! How could you let my brother outside alone?" I stood up and walked towards the door.

My father stopped me and explained: "I'm afraid you don't want to see him now...it's okay, your Aunt Xin is downstairs with you."

"You let Aunt Xin and brother downstairs?!" I raised the volume, unbelievable, a little angry, would I still keep them out?But seeing my father's serious face, I could only sigh weakly, and walked out of the house quickly.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw Aunt Xin sitting on a wooden chair in the garden talking to my younger brother, who was standing in front of her with his head down, depressed.

I calmed down, walked slowly step by step, stopped a few steps away from them, and called softly, "Xiaozhi?"

He turned his head suddenly, saw me, suddenly turned around and ran in front of me, threw himself into my arms, hugged my waist tightly, and said in a crying voice: "Sister, I'm sorry..."

I thought that I was really bitter, I thought that although I didn't blame him, it was inevitable that I harbored a grudge, but at this moment, I found that there are really some things that can be easily forgiven, and there are really some things that can disappear in an instant.