lost hearts

Dinner was Italian food.

By the time we ate, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, China time.

Krist doesn't like to eat this kind of serious Western food, but the dinner is also provided by the Macau side, so Krist ate some hastily.

If anything, he still likes things like fried chicken that are full of meat, delicious and fresh.

His brother likes vegetables very much, and also likes the desserts provided after the meal.

Back at the residence, everyone went back to their own rooms.

When sending the line to singto, Krist was lazily lying on his bed.

"P'sing, what are you doing?"

P'bank in the same room turns on the computer to work.

Krist is left alone, it is not good to disturb him, and it is not good to go out to play in other people's rooms.

He misses his brother a little.

Even if they just broke up.

[I am reciting the lyrics to be sung tomorrow. ]

[Hey, sometimes I can't even remember the names of my friends, but I have to memorize the entire Chinese lyrics. ]

Krist laughed out loud.

His memory is also not very good, but always in some small details.

His brother is the complete opposite. He remembers so many little things so clearly that sometimes even Krist doesn't remember them himself, but he remembers all the details, yet in the lines, and many, many other places, he usually acts like It's an amnesiac.Even the question that was just asked a few minutes ago can be flashed back to memory in a second, and the memory is lost.

From time to time, I see him on Twitter saying forget about wallet, forget about glasses, forget about anything inexplicable.

"5555555555"

Apart from anything else, Krist first sent a series of hahahaha.

Plus a hilarious emoji.

singto rolled his eyes back.

[I am an older brother. ]

"Sorry 5555"

While quickly apologizing, and even clasped his hands together instinctively, Krist smiled and felt better.

Of course he knew that the boy on the other end was his brother.

Although he is only one year older than him, he seems to be much, much more mature than Krist in his actions.

So he is the "husband", right?

Secretly amused, Krist remembered that the role he originally wanted to get was his junior kongphop.The result of such an inversion now may be a coincidence, but it is just right.

[I didn’t feel my brother’s sincerity[/sad]]

"Then give your hurt husband an apology [/love][/love]"

With a mind that Krist himself only understood, he resumed the couple joke that he hadn't made for a long time-it was a routine they used to play when they first started their bondage promotion.Just in retrospect, at that time, I only thought it was necessary for work, and the formulaic ambiguity of joking with each other was the subtle sweetness that Krist can't wait for now.

But he never thought about going back to the past.

As long as she keeps walking along the current life trajectory, Krist already feels that it is enough.

After more than ten seconds, singto's reply arrived.

[Accepted the wife's heart[/bad smile][/bad smile][/bad smile]]

Krist's heart pounded.

The corners of the mouth are very sweet, very sweet and rolled up.

Even if he pursed his lips tightly, he couldn't hide it.

The more I thought about it, the more shy I felt, and I couldn't help but curl up into a ball, firmly grasping the phone, clamping the soft quilt with my feet, and yelling.

Alarmed by P'bank who was buried in front of the computer, he probed and asked, "Oh... what's wrong with Krist?"

"No, it's nothing! Nothing!" He kept denying, but Krist felt that his ears were getting hotter and hotter.