The hero always suspects me of cheating [Transmigration Book]

When Xing Yang opened his eyes, it was already midnight.

He lay on the sofa, and slept groggyly for most of the day. He didn't eat any food, and his stomach, which was not very healthy, was even more uncomfortable now.He jerked his body back, but his thighs were crushed tightly by the heavy head.

Only then did Xing Yang see his younger brother lying on his lap in a strange posture, smiling and looking at him, his round eyes shining brightly: "Are you awake? Are you feeling better?"

Xing Yang smiled and said, "It's much better."

It's really much better.It was just such a dream that was neither long nor short, and after it dissipated, the clouds cleared and the mist dispersed, everything seemed like a lifetime away, no longer so real.

Xing Xing got up, poured him a cup of hot water, and blew the two cups alternately, then found out Xing Yang's usual stomach medicine, stuffed it into his hand, and then climbed onto the sofa to lie down.

He lay on Xing Yang's lap like a golden retriever, watching him take medicine.

Xing Yang finished drinking the water, hesitantly said: "I'll tell you something..."

Xing Xing smiled and said, "Let's talk about it."

Xing Yang reached out to comb his hair.The young man was taller than him, curled up on the sofa in aggrieved manner, put his head under his hands, and retracted his sharp claws into the pads, grunting like a child.

Xing Yang said softly: "I went into the book you wrote."

As soon as he said it, he regretted it.He didn't want to hide it, but he felt too hasty when he said it.Sure enough, Xing Xing didn't speak for a long time.He leaned on Xing Yang's legs and turned over, the wide camel T-shirt was lifted a little, revealing his tight and strong waist.

"Brother." Xing Xing poked him.

Xing Yang: "Huh?"

"How long have you been in the book?"

"...Less than 20 years." Xing Yang subconsciously said.After he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, and when he lowered his head, he saw his brother's eyes of admiration and admiration. He made a stop gesture, but he still couldn't stop Xing Xing's mouth.

"Oh my god, brother, you are super powerful!" Xing Xing said solemnly: "How did you come back? Did you get killed?"

Xing Yang: "..." I guessed right in a sense.

Xing Yang: "I mean it."

Xing Xing applauded: "Wow! Brother, you are awesome! Let me call for you to turn the chair 180 degrees and turn on the lights!"

Xing Yang covered his face.Xing Xing got up, opened his hand, and pressed his forehead face to face.His physique is rather cool, unlike Xing Yang who is warm all year round. In summer, it is like refreshing ice cubes.

He coquettishly softly: "Brother."

Xing Yang thought to himself, forget it, if you believe it, there will be a ghost, and at the same time squeezed him out.Xing Xing couldn't go on, and turned his face fiercely like a little wolf dog: "You don't love me anymore! You betrayed me! You don't even want to hug me."

Xing Yang thought to himself, I don't even want to hug anyone who just came back from the book, what do you want?Even though he thought so, he still needed to be coaxed. Xing Xing arched his fluffy head back and forth, pressed his chin on his shoulder, and called again, "Brother."

Xing Yang said helplessly: "I'm here. You shouldn't sleep with me in the afternoon. If you sleep too much, you will be too energetic at night."

He reached out and patted Xing Xing's back lightly twice.

The air conditioner was turned on very low, Xing Xing leaned on his brother, wrapped his arms around his back, pressed against his body, and rubbed him greedily.

Xing Yang said: "Come down, are you hungry?"

The meal made by Xing Xing at noon was still there, untouched.

"Not hungry."

Xing Xing lowered his head, not daring to let his brother see his expression.He licked his lips and frowned, not knowing what to say, he could only hug his brother by the waist and strangle him to death.

..."God Market".

He made it a joke with a playful smile, and if he wrote it casually, it would be drowned in the Internet soon, and he could even show it to his brother openly.

But the world of Shenxu is a taboo that cannot be touched.

Xing Yang felt something was wrong, poked his raised hair: "What's wrong?"

"nothing."

His tone was brisk, and he was unwilling to get up from his brother.

Xing Yang slapped him on the head and urged: "Get up quickly. You slept all afternoon this afternoon, have you finished your work?"

Xing Xing stayed at home after graduation and worked as a business analyst.When Xing Yang went to work, he was alone in the room, knocking and doing work, sitting on the chair for a whole day, and didn’t drink water when he was lazy. The only thing that could make him energetic was to listen to him Brother's footsteps, if there was any movement, he ran over to open the door for his brother, very obedient.

Xing Yang slid down from his shoulders lazily, and lay back on his lap as if he had no bones, "I'll just lie down for a while and finish the report, bro, don't you keep urging me."

Xing Yang asked: "Are you in a hurry?"

"Not urgent."

Xing Yang took a sip of water, "If you're not in a hurry, just wait until tomorrow. Staying up late can easily lead to sudden death."

He has a meal.

This...he seems to have told Qi Guanshui.It was in the inn in Los Angeles, Qi Guanshui was still a little kid, dangling on his arm.Xing Yang stretched out his hand and pressed his temple hard, he couldn't think any more.

"Brother, you've been too tired recently." Xing Xing said: "I'll go and warm up the rice for you, so you can eat some. You can rest here alone. The water is still warm, drink it quickly, and don't move when it's cold gone."

Xing Yang responded with a smile.

Xing Xing groaned and still couldn't remember, he finally made up his mind to get up from his brother, but was held down by Xing Yang.

The young man tilted his head and said, "Brother?"

Xing Yang grabbed his wrist and said softly: "...Why did you write two protagonists?"

Xing Xing frowned, and then relaxed.After a while, he said: "There is no reason. I just wrote it."

Xing Yang stopped breathing.

People will always dig into the horns, and Xing Xing is a typical example.You must get what you like, but he pretends very well.His paranoid and fierce side was easily buried deep by him, even Xing Yang, who was close at hand, couldn't easily see it.

But here, at this moment, on the smooth and soft sofa, the two were leaning against each other, and he suddenly showed this side.It's not sharp, but Xing Yang can easily feel it.

Xing Xing lay lazily on his lap, playing with his fingers, and said casually: "Brother, your IQ...you can just live an honest life. Don't think about what you have all day long, God Ruins are written for entertainment, if you want to see it, let me know, and I will fill in the hole for you."

Xing Yang didn't speak.

The little boy bit his brother's wrist, and said dissatisfiedly: "I don't want to talk about this anymore. You are really weird today." He stopped being coquettish, got up and pulled on his slippers, covered Xing Yang with a quilt, and lit him The forehead said: "You stay here obediently, I will go and heat the food for you."

Xing Yang couldn't laugh or cry, he lost all emotions, and said with a smile: "Go."

Xing Xing turned around and went to the kitchen, and soon there was a smell of oil in the room.Xing Yang sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a glass cup in his hand, the water inside was still warm as expected.

His heart was pounding in the dark.

He suddenly remembered something from a long time ago - something that stuck in his throat.In the kitchen, Xing Xing has been walking up and down.Xing Yang tilted his head to listen to him, his hand holding the glass was shaking.

It turns out that over the years, not only has it not melted away, but it has become even more difficult to destroy, and it has been deeply embedded in the flesh and blood.

A few years ago?

Ten years, or more?

When their parents left, Xing Xing didn't remember much, and ran around with him by the hem of his clothes like a fart.At the beginning, he didn't know what happened, so he asked him, brother, where are the parents?

The house was very lively, with relatives and neighbors from all walks of life.The portrait of his parents hadn't been finished yet, Xing Xing hugged his legs and looked up at him.

The child had red lips, white teeth, and plump cheeks, and was raised innocently.He didn't know anything about the world, he didn't understand anything, he bit his lips and leaned against his brother, staring blankly at the people walking around.

Xing Yang is only three years older than him, and he is still a little kid. He was silent for a while, patted his head, and said that he will bring you to buy candy later, okay?

Xing Xing said yes happily and in a childlike voice.

He sat there quietly, twisting the hem of his clothes and dangling his short legs.After the people who dealt with their parents' funeral had left, only he and Xing Yang were left in the empty room. He leaned over again and asked cautiously, brother, when are we going to buy candy?

Xing Yang said, wait a little longer

Waiting is many years.A long time finally crossed Xing Yang, and slowly and heavily pressed on Xing Xing.The black and white faces of his parents became ferocious, opening a huge gap in his warm and quiet years.Standing in front of the portrait that suddenly appeared, he tightly grasped Xing Yang's hand.

elder brother.That's the only person he could be called.

Xing Xing was extremely wronged, he pursed his mouth and wanted to cry, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Xing Yang's profile.Xing Yang is older than him, knows more than him, and knows better what the departure of his parents means.

Xing Xing grabbed a lock of his brother's hair.

He was hugged by Xing Yang, who in turn held his face, wiped his tears, and said brother, don't go, I only have you.

Although he is still so young, he already knows that he wants to please Xing Yang.Xing Yang looked down at him, put his chin on his soft hair, and said yes, I won't leave.

He hooked the child's snow-white fingers and made this promise.

The grandparents of the Xing family left early, and the custody of the two of them is actually in the hands of the grandparents, but the two old people are old and unable to raise them. Several relatives perfunctorily expressed that they could adopt the two brothers, and they were very reluctant. It's clearly written on the face.

——So when Xing Yang said that he didn't want to move out, no one objected.

They let the two children stay so reassuringly and boldly. Before they left, they gave thousands of warnings and asked the neighbors to help watch over them. There was nothing else.

why not?If you have savings, a place to live, and can cook, you can survive.Nobody wants two tow bottles.

Xing Yang did it.

The money is enough, and the aunts in the community help arrange for school. He cooks on the bench and can do laundry when he finds time.Xing Xing was raised white and fat by him, and the child didn't remember much, so he quickly adapted to this kind of life.

After school, the two brothers sat on the old sofa together, Xing Yang did his homework, Xing Xing watched TV, and turned off all the lights to save electricity.Xing Yang was lying on the table, his eyes hurt badly, Xing Xing knelt on the sofa obediently and rubbed his eyes.

In fact, it is not uncomfortable at all, even more uncomfortable.

Xing Yang asked him, are you wronged?We can't even turn on a light.

Xing Xing blinked at him.

At that time, his face was far more exquisite than ordinary people, with long and thick eyelashes, trembling slightly in the light from the old TV, like a piece of shiny gold leaf, incredibly beautiful.

"I'm not wronged. My brother... my brother is still here." He blushed and stammered to express his liking, "Brother is, is the most beautiful lamp."

For a while, Xing Yang really felt that he could raise Xing Xing up and well.

However, the whitewashed peace is extremely fragile after all. The pressure from the outside world is like countless sharp blades. Any light falling can split this barely maintained 'home' into thousands of pieces.

Probably when Xing Xing was 11 years old.

One day, he didn't come home on time.

Xing Yang himself had just finished class, and when he went home to prepare dinner, he called Xing Xing, but no one answered him.He didn't feel that something was wrong, he only thought that Xing Xing was naughty and didn't come back after going out to play.

He sat on the old sofa and waited until eight o'clock.

——Xing Xing still hasn't come back.

Xing Yang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and his ears were full of noise.Neighbors and the police were busy looking for Xing Xing. He staggered, cried and shouted, almost convulsed, so he was sent downstairs first, and told him to stay at home quietly, maybe Xing Xing would come back by himself.

Xing Yang was crying as he walked up. After climbing two steps, he was already dripping with cold sweat. His hair was sticky in strands, and his tight calves were so weak that he could hardly stand up.

The corridor was dark and empty, only the sound of his footsteps.He arrived in front of the anti-theft door without even the courage to open it. He sat on the ground and sobbed softly, but suddenly there were rustling sounds in his ears.

He turned his head and suddenly saw Xing Xing crouching in the corner.

The child huddled into a small ball, hugged his schoolbag, pursed his mouth, and called out 'brother' like a milk cat.

At that moment, Xing Yang was almost unconscious. He took a few steps forward, surprised and angry at the same time, but he didn't say a word. Who knew that before he approached Xing Xing, he heard a word .

Xing Yang didn't move for a long time.

Xing Xing hugged his schoolbag and said timidly, brother, I'm afraid if someone touches me.

He blinked his eyes, as dark as a cold stone, stained with wet tears.He didn't know what what happened to him meant, he just subconsciously felt sick and uncomfortable.

Xing Yang did not speak.

This matter is far beyond his ability, like cooking and washing clothes.Writing homework is completely different.He looked at Xing Xing like a monster.

--What means?

He was too flustered, he was young and ignorant, but he understood a little more than Xing Xing.That's it, it almost crushed his immature shoulders.

Xing Xing lowered his head and twisted his fingers to play.After playing for a long time, he finally realized what was wrong with Xing Yang. He took a step forward, but was frightened by Xing Yang's distracted eyes.

"Don't come here..." Xing Yang's back was covered in cold sweat, and he pressed against the cold anti-theft door.

"--do not come!"

"elder brother?"

Xing Xing seemed to be splashed with cold water head-on in the twelfth lunar month of winter. He hugged his schoolbag and looked at Xing Yang puzzled. In the sentence of "don't come over", it is like a waterfall falling down from the top of the abyss.

The author has something to say: ...don't blame me, the author is innocent (hands up

So, the character settings of Xing Xing and Xing Yang are almost like this.The reason why Xing Yang, who is so easy-going, insists on coming back, is because of this.

It's not that he doesn't want Xing Xing... He is also very scared. At that time, both of them were young and there were no adults in the family. Xing Yang thought he could raise his younger brother well, but what happened?Something happened, and it's such a big thing...

Both of them thought that they could expose this matter by avoiding talking about it, but no, no, they couldn't.For Xing Yang, it was a scar that was still bleeding, and Xing Xing felt uncomfortable, and was even more worried about his brother, so he simply pretended nothing happened and didn't care at all.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah this matter is the direct cause of the appearance of A Lan A Shui, I thought about it a long time ago, but I couldn't write it when I was about to die, and I was busy reviewing it, so I was delayed for so many days. I'm very sorry (bang bang bang