soft hedgehog

Ji Tong almost didn't get up early the next morning, but luckily the alarm clock was set three times in advance, and finally nothing happened.

Bought breakfast from the cafeteria and rushed to the dormitory building, his brother happened to carry him off the hall.

There were less than ten steps in total. Liang Yuchen held on to the stainless steel railing with his left hand and Yang Hongliang's back with his right hand. He walked very slowly for stability, and seemed to be struggling, at least much more strenuous than carrying him.

Ji Tong rushed over and gasped: "Brother." Then quickly helped him off his back, "Student Yang, I'm here to bring you breakfast. Are you feeling better today?"

The attitude is never polite and sensible.

Yang Hongliang held Liang Yuchen's shoulders and took a small step before he stood still: "It's better, it's not as painful as yesterday. Your brother brought breakfast over early."

He still looked dissatisfied with him.

Ji Tong looked at the buns in his hand, and then at his brother: "Have you all eaten?"

"Help me hold him." Liang Yuchen didn't answer him, put the person into his hands, pushed a bicycle, stepped on it, and signaled him to help him onto the back seat.

Ji Tong was surprised: "You still want to ride a bike?"

"The Shaw Tower is far away and I can't carry it on my back. He will suffer again if I help him to walk there. Sit in the back seat of me and relax. Just hold me steady."

He could only help people to stabilize and do a good job reluctantly.

Liang Yuchen glanced back: "Hold my waist and lift my feet up."

Yang Hongliang complied one by one.

After sitting steadily, Liang Yuchen turned around and confessed: "Tongtong, you go upstairs, I will go to class after seeing him off."

Ji Tong pursed his lips and nodded, worried, and hung the steamed stuffed bun and soy milk on the handlebar again.

"Not sweet," he said, "I didn't ask the boss to add sugar."

Yang Hongliang looked between the two strangely.

Liang Yuchen didn't refuse, and stretched out his hand to rub his head: "I've eaten too much."

After finishing speaking, he kicked his feet and rode the bicycle out.

Just like that, Ji Tong, with his rumpled hair on his head, looked at his brother's back riding a bicycle, and Yang Hongliang, who was injured by himself, lifted his plaster leg and hugged his brother's waist.

If Yang Hongliang was inconsiderate and hugged his hands too tightly, his brother would be very hot and uncomfortable.Only he knows in this world that his brother's waist is the most ticklish.

What about soy milk, would you still be willing to drink it when the ride is hot? If I knew it, I would have bought it cold.

He withdrew his gaze, returned to the dormitory and threw himself on the bed, covered his head with the quilt, feeling nothing but regret in his heart.

I don't want my brother to drive others anymore.

In the following period, Liang Yuchen was very busy and saw him less often.It wasn't until one and a half months later, when autumn came and Yang Hongliang was alive and kicking again, that he saw his brother who had lost weight again at home.

For some reason, Ji Tong felt that Liang Yuchen's attitude towards him had changed.

It's not like being angry, and it's not like she's just out of time.It seems that the relationship between them is slowly fading day by day, not as hot as before.

He couldn't figure out which link had gone wrong, he could only think that he was too self-willed and disappointed his brother.

It was rare for the two of them to be at home on weekends, and Hu Aihua cooked a table of dishes for them, including roast beef brisket and grilled chicken wings, all of which were meat and meat.

During the banquet, Ji Tong seldom talked, and he kept his bowl in his head and didn't speak much.Liang Yuchen sat next to him, and the person who didn't talk much before was even more silent today.

The mother thought that the two brothers were having an awkward fight again, and deliberately found topics to brighten the atmosphere, but unexpectedly fired a cannon.

"Son, I heard from my colleagues that graduate students are required to have social practice experience, have you found an internship unit?"

"No." Liang Yuchen slowly put away his chopsticks, "Don't worry."

It sounds like he doesn't want to talk about it in depth, unlike his usual serious attitude towards studies.

Ji Tong looked sideways, and before he had time to care, Liang Changlei on the opposite side put the bowl heavily, and suddenly challenged: "I told you to stop thinking about making money, our family is so poor that we don't even have enough money for your education? I don’t know what you think if you refuse to go for a good internship in front of you!”

It's rare to hear his stepdad get so angry. Ji Tong looked at him in a panic, then looked at Liang Yuchen next to him, and asked, "Brother, what kind of internship is it, is it important?"

Liang Changlei breathed heavily through his nose: "His teacher introduced him to an internship at the consulate. What a great opportunity? People can't even look forward to it. They said they would go there last month, but who knows, they suddenly said they couldn't go?" !"

Ji Tong was startled when he heard that.

"Calm down." Hu Aihua picked up the bowl and put it in front of his wife, "Why did you throw the bowl? Yuchen is such an old man, maybe he has his own plans."

"Tell me about your plan?" Liang Changlei obviously didn't calm down so easily, "Why don't you go for an internship?"

"No time." Liang Yuchen said lightly, "I told you, I'm busy with homework, and there's no salary for an internship at the consulate."

Unnecessary to explain.

Liang Changlei was so angry that he stood up abruptly, and before turning around, he suddenly made a fuss, and slapped his son's left arm with chopsticks: "I don't know what's good and what's wrong!"

The slender bamboo chopsticks were whipped on the meat, Liang Yuchen didn't blink, he just groaned.

His father was distressed by this rare opportunity, and also annoyed that he was no longer close to his son.In the past, when it was only the two of them who depended on each other, Liang Yuchen would do everything with consideration, and would not be as vague as he is now.When my son told him about going to the consulate for an internship more than a month ago, he was clearly in high spirits. Why did he stop going if he couldn't?

The sudden lesson made Ji Tong terrified, and he threw his hands over to hold the chopsticks in Liang Changlei's hands: "Uncle Liang!"

I'm afraid he will smoke again.

Hu Aihua groaned, and was also taken aback, and dragged her husband into the room after trying to say something.

A few bright red bloodstains slowly surfaced on the skin, like wounds left by a thick rope strangled for a long time.

Ji Tong pressed his hands on his knees, stared at the wound, and asked eagerly, "Brother, does it hurt?"

Liang Yuchen said, "Go inside and get me some alcohol."

He hurriedly got up, went to the room to search for unused alcohol pads, and took another pack of bandage gauze.In fact, there was no bloodshed, so how could these things be used.

When he returned to the restaurant, Hu Aihua had already sat back at the table alone, talking to Liang Yuchen in a low voice, and the ring-wearing hand nudged his knee from time to time.

He heard Liang Yuchen say: "Understood, I'll be there in a while."

Ji Tong sat back in his original position and handed the alcohol pad to his brother: "Where are you going?" Hu Aihua watched him knock on the bowl: "Eat."

The beef brisket is getting colder, the chicken wings are getting colder, everything is tasteless, and there is only the sound of chewing on the dinner table.

The piece of alcohol Liang Yuchen was useless, he looked normal as if nothing had happened.

Ji Tong froze by the side for a long time, full of confessions that he didn't have the courage to speak out, he didn't dare to let his mother know that he bumped into someone, after a long time, with red eyes, he picked up the bowl, buried his head and picked up the rice without saying a word.

"Tongtong." His mother suddenly called his name.

He looked up in panic: "Huh?"

Seeing his face, Hu Aihua stopped what he was about to say, and asked strangely, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"It's nothing." Ji Tong shook his head to cover it up, "I just yawned."

She thought for a while and smiled clearly: "I have a good relationship with my brother, and it hurts to see my brother being beaten? You, now you should know how lightly I usually spare you."

Ji Tong didn't raise his head again, and crossed his legs, looking at the rice in the bowl, his eyes became moist again.

The next moment, there was an extra chicken wing in the bowl.

He glanced sideways, colliding with his brother's gaze.

"It really doesn't hurt." Liang Yuchen said.

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After eating, Hu Aihua went to wash the dishes, Liang Yuchen went into the master bedroom, and returned to his own room after a while.

When Ji Tong heard the sound of the door opening, he turned his head immediately: "Brother, have you gone to find your father?"

"Well, Aunt Hu asked me to advise my dad not to be sullen, he has high blood pressure."

In fact, it is nothing more than bowing your head and admitting your mistake, just another way of saying it.

"Brother," he had been struggling alone for a long time, "I'm sorry."

Liang Yuchen smiled relievedly: "You don't need to say it again." Then he changed the subject naturally: "Have you washed it?"

Ji Tong hummed: "It's just been washed." He changed into a pure white cotton T-shirt that was one size bigger, and a pair of navy blue shorts underneath, with a thin white hemp rope hanging down his waist.

Liang Yuchen also took a clean top and pajama pants from the closet, took a simple shower and came back, the bloodstain on his forearm became more obvious after steaming.

Ji Tong had some lectures to finish, and when he returned to the bedroom, he was still concentrating on translating Chinese, gnashing his teeth lightly on the penholder.

Liang Yuchen walked over to flick the pen, motioned him to take it out, then lay down on the bed and put on the earphones.

The room was quiet, and the air was filled with tenderness. The typeface on the white paper attracted Ji Tong's spirit like a demon, making him gradually fall asleep.

At nine o'clock in the night, several translations were finally translated properly. He closed the book and saw his brother with his back turned to him, watching a foreign movie on his mobile phone sideways.

He climbed onto the bed, knelt down and took off one earphone: "I want to watch it too."

Liang Yuchen turned around: "Then go to the living room to watch and turn on the TV."

"Let's watch together." Ji Tong lay down on the side of the bed as if he didn't hear, with his head pillowed side by side with him, but the person turned over and turned his back to him, "Just watch like this."

Liang Yuchen smiled: "How do you look at it this way, I can only see the back of your head, which is flat."

Unconvinced, Ji Tong pulled his right hand holding the phone and asked him to hold the phone up and in front of his line of sight so that both of them could see it.

In this way, Liang Yuchen was sticking to his back, hugging his body, with a furry head in his arms.

Only Ji Tong is at ease.

The slender white headphone cable is connected to Ji Tong at one end and Liang Yuchen at the other end.The heart is still connected, pounding and pounding, stepping on it.

"Isn't that all right? Let it go."

From his angle, he could see the slightly curved corner of Ji Tong's mouth, and then he could imagine the proud expression of a successful scheme.

Seeing that he didn't move, Ji Tong simply clicked on the video, "Is it behind your ears..." whispered.

Liang Yuchen restrained for a long time, and slowly put his left hand around his younger brother's waist, but he didn't expect that this hand was pulled hard the next moment, and he took the initiative to make him hug him even tighter.

The heartbeat is out of control.

The freshly bathed body was fragrant and soft to the touch, and the neckline was wide open, revealing a white and slender neck.The loose fabric can barely cover the narrow waist and crotch, but further down, the two-petal round hills can't cover it, and the undulating lines slip out from the too short trousers, fitting on Liang Yuchen's lower abdomen, like a lock and key, A natural fit.

The movie is very interesting, Ji Tong is absorbed in watching it, he will move when he is tired from lying down, and he will laugh softly once or twice from time to time, caressing his soul like a feather.

Every time there was a slight friction between the buttocks and the lower abdomen, his size would be messed up by [-]%, until it was completely messed up.

Not long after, Ji Tong punched his arm while staring at the screen with a smile: "Brother, your belt is pinching me, step back a little."

His body stiffened suddenly, and he stepped back in silence, pulling off the blanket to cover himself.

With a smile on his face, Ji Tong turned his head to look at him with difficulty: "Are you cold? Did you turn on the air conditioner?"

Liang Yuchen was very energetic physically and mentally, but his voice was hoarse: "Maybe I'm too tired."

Ji Tong immediately turned over and put his palm on his forehead: "Do you have a fever and feel cold?"

Liang Yuchen couldn't refuse and pushed away: "Don't get so close, I'm afraid of infecting you."

"It's quite particular..." Ji Tong threw off the earphones and jumped out of bed, pouring him a glass of warm water.

"Your face is a little red, it looks like you really have a fever. Drink some water first, don't be shy to call me if you feel uncomfortable at night."

His little ability to take care of others is all on his brother, and he is absolutely doing his best.

Liang Yuchen hummed, drank the water, and fell silent again.On the surface, he closed his eyes and meditated, but in fact he was facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes.

Normal men know what's going on, and he is no exception.It is not a gentleman's work to pull people over to press him up and steal incense and jade, and besides, my brother doesn't know how scared he will be.

After thinking about it, he felt that he was not as good as a beast, but he couldn't make up his mind to do that hooliganism, so he let the fire burn in his heart for half the night, and it didn't calm down until two or three o'clock in the morning.

After this night, a heart that was still wavering between giving up and moving forward a few days ago, because of my brother's care and concern, became firm again.