best day

There is always a time in life when you are so happy that you will get carried away.

Be with the person you like, be happy and carefree.

It feels like all the sunshine in the world is shining in my own world.

Dewey's 19-year-old summer is exactly that.

Even though time has passed, when he thinks about it countless times, he still feels warm in his heart.

Not sad, not complaining, just warm.

Because "have ever had" is far stronger than "never experienced".

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"You haven't come to work recently, why, have you found another point of interest?"

Fang Yu is still an expert in the workplace. He just received a large stack of materials from his colleagues, and then went to the office to ask his unreliable apprentice.

Dewey ate pancakes while watching the unedited news: "No, I just ran away. I just came back from Shanghai yesterday."

It is not easy to observe words and expressions, but if the object is Ermeng, it is not difficult.

Fang Yu smiled, sat next to him and asked, "What's the matter, are you in love?"

Dewey laughed happily, considering the close relationship between master and elder brother, he still didn't mention Zheng Luolai.

Fang Yu didn't bother to ask, he just said, "Recently, the station is looking for a formal intern, do you want to come?"

Dewey nodded quickly.

Fang Yu squinted at him: "Then you can't fish for three days and hang the net for two days, don't embarrass me, you know?"

"No way, I'm such a reliable person, haha." Dewey was still heartless.

Fang Yu sighed: "Okay, then I will contact you for you, you stay here for a while, I still have a small meeting to hold."

"En, hey! That's right! Master, does my brother have a girl he likes?" Dewey suddenly began to gossip.

Fang Yu froze when he got up just now: "Ah...?"

Dewey chewed on the pancakes and said, "The girl my mother introduced to him is great, she can do whatever she wants, but he just doesn't want to, and has been arguing with the family all the time lately."

Fang Yu was distracted for a moment, then forced a smile: "Maybe your brother doesn't like being forced, it's better to let nature take its course."

Dewey was wondering why the master who loved to preach and analyze could talk so little, when Fang Yu hurried out.

He shrugged boredly, then read the news again.

There is a characteristic of the incident of misfortune coming from the mouth, that is, when it happened, the person involved never knew that he had caused trouble.

-

The beer gradually melted off the foam in the glass, and it has been three rounds.

Du Yi was indeed in a bad mood, he didn't touch this thing very much on weekdays, but tonight he drank several bottles in a row.

Fang Yu looked at him quietly, and suddenly smiled wryly: "Your brother is right, but you are not moved by the beauty, probably because you already have something you want."

Du Yi put down his cup, took two mouthfuls of food, and then sighed: "Don't listen to his nonsense, ignorant child."

Being asked out at night, I wanted to breathe, but I didn't want to talk about Jiang Yushang, Jiang Yushang's, really annoying.

"Yeah, I'm not sensible..." Fang Yu still smiled: "He must never have imagined that the beloved big brother belongs to me."

Du Yi frowned: "Can you stop talking nonsense?"

Fang Yu hummed: "It's not that I haven't met my brother, do you think I'm stupid? You owe him so much for being so kind to him?"

Du Yi kept a cold face and said nothing.

Fang Yu curled his lips again: "Or do you dare to say that you never want to kiss him, never want to hug him, if he is not your younger brother, then you can have sex with him, will you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Yi slammed the cup, scaring the owner of the restaurant to come over and look around.

Being in a family of officials, if you want to go smoothly, don't make trouble outside.

Du Yi suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, watched the waiter clean up the glass, and then said coldly: "I don't want to hear you say that again."

How could Fang Yu feel better? He really liked to see his out-of-control expression. He played with his chopsticks and said, "Just because you don't like me doesn't mean you're not gay. Why, are you afraid of facing the truth? You don't even dare to think about it yourself. Do you want to keep pampering and protecting him forever? But your brother doesn't like you, he fell in love with someone else, you know?"

This passage, like dense needles, made Du Yi have nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape.

He didn't speak for a long time, and suddenly he said strangely and calmly: "I'm tired, let's go back."

Still polite and impeccable.

If there is really something missing, it might just be the blood in Fang Yu's heart and the smile on the corner of his mouth.

-

"La la la la la la la la la!"

In the middle of the night, Dewey hid at home and started to go crazy again. He sang and screamed on the table with a headset, and kept drawing something in his notebook.

When he was happy, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Looking up, he saw that it was my brother. He immediately took off the earphones and said, "You're back! Did you bring me something delicious?"

"You go out and talk nonsense, don't you think I'm not annoying enough?" Du Yi was a little drunk, and asked in an unprecedented tone.

Dewey was dumbfounded: "Ah...what's the matter..."

After all, he was still worried about alarming his mother, so Du Yi slammed the door shut before continuing to get angry: "What did you tell Fang Yu about Jiang Yushang? What does it have to do with him?!"

"Let me just talk, aren't you friends..." Dewey was still very afraid of his brother, so he immediately stood up and apologized awkwardly: "I was wrong, I'm sorry."

Du Yi looked at him silently, with an indescribable pain in his eyes.

"Do you dare to say that you never want to kiss him, never want to hug him, if he is not your brother, then you can have sex with him, will you?"

Fang Yu's weird ridicule echoed in Du Yi's heart again.

Yeah, what if Dewey wasn't his own brother?

"Brother, did you drink too much? Don't be angry. I won't mention this to others." Ermeng walked forward still very ignorantly, and asked with concern.

In just a moment, a drunken kiss fell on the lips.

As if struck by lightning, Dewey stared dumbfounded at his familiar relatives, unable to react at all.

This kiss broke through the darkness in my heart like bright fireworks.

But soon, it disappeared decisively, leaving ashes all over the ground.

Du Yijiu woke up, his heart was startled, he pushed De Wei away a little bit at a loss, trying to explain something.

Dewey was staggered, and subconsciously went to support the table, but knocked down the notebook he was guarding just now.

The book fell wide open, revealing the contents inside.

Silly comics, like drawing the hero in a game.

Although Dewey's painting skills are very poor, people can't recognize who he painted.

But the name on the edge of the painting is unquestionably clear.

Zheng Luolai, Zheng Luolai.

How could a normal boy paint another man's face in the middle of the night?

Dewey met Du Yi's equally shocked gaze in a panic.

At this moment, the room was as quiet as if the universe had just been formed, and it was silent.