[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

I'm Bryce, Darren Bryce.

This surname destined me to easily obtain wealth and power that many of my peers could not obtain.

People outside all praise me for being elegant and personable, but few people know that Darren Brith was a child with severe autism before the age of four and a half.

The childhood memories are long gone, and the scenes scattered in the time tunnel have long been fragmented and blurred.

In the vast river of quiet and fuzzy memory like the bottom of the night, I can always remember that scene clearly:

The young black-haired man had a gentle smile, and his black eyes shone like crumbs of stars.

He held out his hand gently, like a ray of light piercing the darkness, "Hey, Darren."

Hey Darren.

The person who said these words just appeared in my life, leaving an indelible mark with an irresistible momentum.

He is the uncle's lover. When the two of them stand together, they are extremely harmonious. The atmosphere is so warm that people can't help but miss it.

As a child, I didn't have a good understanding of the gender issue between lovers, and of course, I don't think it is a problem today.

Because I witnessed the love between Uncle Zhengyu and uncle, the love between two men.

When they are together, maybe they don't look at each other, but anyone, anyone will understand and can feel very clearly that they love each other so deeply.

It is said that this love affair has caused quite a stir, but it seems that both parties are enjoying it.

My father said sourly more than once, before I was four years old, I was fed by a nanny; after four years old, it was Uncle Zhengyu who took over the feeding activities for me.

Yes, it is true.

Uncle Zhengyu is an incredible man.

He is known as the "Casanova" of modern times. He lives in a very unrestrained and unrestrained manner, painting, playing the piano, dancing, riding a horse, playing skis, even driving a yacht, flying a plane, and even cooking!

To sum it up in one sentence from my uncle: My Zhengyu is omnipotent.

Of course, the last point of those excellent qualities has been worn away by the uncle's "gentleness" and firmness.

Uncle's richly illustrated cookbook topped the best-seller lists for a year, leading sales, especially in the UK.

Oh, well, I'm that nasty bastard who was envied and hated by countless people to the point of gnashing his teeth, and who grew up eating delicious food made by Uncle Zhengyu himself.

By the way, Uncle Zhengyu seems to have a special liking for China. The items he usually uses, the books he reads, and the food he eats and cooks come from China, far more than his country of origin, South Korea.

I remember asking this question once. At that time, I was holding a steaming mellow meat dumpling in my hand, and the salty, sweet and soft glutinous feeling in my mouth has never left.

Uncle Zhengyu seemed to be slightly taken aback, and there was a hint of emotion in his eyes that I couldn't understand at the time.

"Yeah, why do you like it? Maybe, because you like it."

These two sentences sounded extremely contradictory at the time, but I still can't fully understand them now.

However, the look in my memory, I think I should understand.

That is, nostalgia.

I don't know, and I don't understand why Uncle Zhengyu, who is a Korean, has such deep emotions for that ancient and mysterious country.

In his works, there are countless gorgeous and warm colors that belong to that country alone, mysterious and distant, just like a summer night's sweet dream, blooming crazily.

But, because Uncle Zhengyu likes it, I think I like it too.

The first story in my life was told by Uncle Zhengyu;

The first painting was drawn by Uncle Zhengyu holding hands;

The first doll was given by Uncle Zhengyu;

Uncle Zhengyu bought the first ice cream;

The first time I went to the amusement park was brought by Uncle Zhengyu; [Well, the uncle insisted that he was there at the time, and so was my father, but I really have no memory, sorry. 】

Numerous first ones filled my incomplete childhood, until the end I became the happiest child in the world, bar none.

Every year, Uncle Zhengyu would give me a lot of presents. In the sour words of my uncle, I was raised as a son.

[To this day, I still firmly believe that Uncle is an extremely childish revenge, because Uncle Zhengyu once said that my eyes are like the most beautiful sky. 】

I used the whole house to put Uncle Zhengyu's gifts.

Among them, the most impossible to ignore, and the ones that are added to the main wall of Brith Mansion every year, are a series of oil paintings.

That is our family portrait.

The first one was on my fifth birthday, so Uncle Zhengyu drew it for me after he married his uncle:

Inside, grandparents were sitting under the shade of a tree drinking tea, looking at us warmly and lovingly.Uncle Zhengyu was painting, and the uncle stood behind him, looking at him with a smile; while I was riding on my father's shoulders, smiling wildly, mom, yes, mom, and mom followed behind with my skirt up.The breeze blows, the long hair rises, oh, she is as beautiful as an angel.

When he saw the painting, his father showed a deep emotion, his gaze was so gentle that it was unbelievable.

Every year, every year, Uncle Zhengyu draws a family portrait.

This is a unique family portrait of the Bryce family, unique.

It quietly accompanies us, watching the flowers bloom and fall with us, spring and autumn come.

Of course, after the uncle and uncle's sons were born, there were naturally two more little guys in it.

To be honest, when I knew that Uncle Zhengyu was going to have a baby, I was really worried.

What if, what if my uncle doesn't like me?

Will he be too busy taking care of the baby and never talk to me again?

Once a creature in the deep darkness touches the light, how can it let go?

However, after only worrying about it for two days, Uncle Zhengyu smiled happily at me, his eyes full of pampering and tolerance, "Idiot."

Up to now, I still remember the temperature of his hands, putting them on my head, as if touching the sun.

Well, maybe these seem a little childish and embarrassing now, but it doesn't matter, because honesty is a good character of a person.

Aha, excuse my faux pas, because I have to mention two younger brothers next.

Angelo is the eldest son of Uncle Zhengyu and the others, and he is also the future heir of the Bryce family. Well, at the same time, he is still facial paralyzed.

Closer to home, we cooperated tacitly and solved countless incidents, just like my father and uncle back then.

He has completely inherited and carried forward his grandfather's scheming and uncle's calmness and ruthlessness, and his whole body is full of self-restraint far beyond his age.

This is a graceful wolf.

Poof, well, he really has a facial paralysis.

Uncle Zhengyu said countless times that he was very worried, because with his good intentions, my smile was so heart-warming.

But Grandpa said it was nothing, because the patriarch of a family needs enough majesty, just like him.

However, Grandma Jialiya immediately gave a merciless cynicism, and connected with Grandma Zhang overseas on the spot to share the same hatred.

Well, I'm a very brotherly person.

Xu Le, the youngest son of Uncle Zhengyu, the jewel in the palm of the entire Bris family, the little angel.

Of course, even angels sometimes come face down on earth.

I have to say that even though I have such touching brotherly love, I still deeply feel that I may not be able to erase a certain memory in my life:

On a certain day in a certain year, after being led away by Angelo, the flamboyant boy crawled out from under his grandfather's table, hugged Uncle Zhengyu's neck and cried with snot and tears all over his face.

Of course, everyone expressed regret that no one could inherit Uncle Zhengyu's painting talent, because it was destined to be an unprecedented legend.

However, no one would have thought that this kid would grow into a forensic doctor who traveled all over the world, and he seemed to be doing quite well, so that it made people turn pale when talking about it.

Seriously, every time I see orders such as scalpels from Mr. Xu Le placed on the table, I get a bit of a migraine.

Speaking of such a consumption rate, is there really no problem?

Oh, of course, I don't feel sorry for the almost negligible cost of being so brotherly.

Because it's not about money at all.

Peel apples, cut steaks, manicure, sharpen pencils, self-defense, etc. A series of uses that are completely out of reach. Why use scalpels and scalpels for all of them?

In addition, the act of carrying a shining long and narrow piece of metal with you when you sleep, take a bath, and go to the toilet is really, uh, very Bryce!

A few years ago some restless guy tried to kidnap Xu Le. However, I have to say that I made an exception and shed crocodile tears of sympathy for the kidnapper.

When we arrived, the first thing we saw was the kidnapper rolling all over the ground with his arms in his arms and the dark red background, while the victim, Xu Le, was standing among a pile of broken limbs with a ghostly smile on his face.

For such a result, Grandpa's response was: a production line was specially set up for this kid.

I have to admit that I really have brotherly love, so I expressed my concerns about Xu Le's future to Xu Le several times, and made some pertinent suggestions.

Obviously, he is also a good brother with a good character.

Xu Le accepted my suggestion humbly, and after listening carefully, he smiled and said that he would not be caught by human rights activists.

Wait, did I overlook something?

Oh, forget it, Uncle Zhengyu called and asked us to go over to eat dumplings, let's put those irrelevant things aside for now.

The author has something to say: Hahaha, Xu Le children's shoes, you are so cute~! ! !