my brother is not cute at all

Residential property.

Yang Yue was leaning against the counter and fiddling with the mobile phone that Hou Zeqi had brought down for him. From the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the man walking towards him after paying the electricity bill.

"How much? We share it equally," Yang Yue said, and clicked on Hou Zeqi's WeChat avatar.

Hou Zeqi: "I won't tell you."

Yang Yue's fingers froze when she opened the transfer: "..."

"I don't like to owe others things, how much?" Yang Yue's patience was limited, and her index finger tapped the phone case impatiently.

Hou Zeqi looked at the little movements of his hands, and felt a little cute: "You call me brother, and I'll tell you."

Yang Yue gritted her teeth, lowered her head and transferred 200 yuan in front of him, then raised her head expressionlessly: "This is for one month, it's not enough for you to ask me for it."

Hou Zeqi: "..."

In this life, apart from Hou Chenghai, there is no second person who dared to say such a thing to him. Not only did the kid in front of him not call him brother, but he also said something rich and powerful, as if he was taking care of him.

Hou Zeqi couldn't help feeling a little funny. He took out his mobile phone and refunded the money in front of people.

"If you don't call, I won't accept it." Hou Zeqi left without saying a word, turned around and left.

Yang Yue chased after him angrily: "Give me your phone!"

Hou Zeqi was held back by him angrily, and he was still a little flattered: "Stop making trouble, it's really impossible to charge you, how much electricity do you use? It's less than a fraction of me."

"But I use a lot of water," Yang Yue thought for a while, but something was still wrong.

He likes to be clean. He has to take a shower when he gets home from get out of class, and he has to take a shower before going to bed. He also has to wash his exercise clothes every day. Sometimes he wears his private clothes once and doesn’t want to wear them.

"Then think about how to repay me." Hou Zeqi ignored his worries at all, and directly changed the subject: "What do you mean by calling me yesterday afternoon?"

"I wanted to invite you to dinner, but..." Yang Yue thought about what the evocative female voice and Hou Zeqi did at that time yesterday, her face became hot, and she immediately gave a reason: "It turns out that at night With rehearsals temporarily added, I couldn’t leave.”

Hou Zeqi thought about Hei Dazhuang's military achievements a few days ago, and immediately realized: "It doesn't matter, I'm quite free now, and it just so happens that it's time for dinner, why don't we go eat now?"

Yang Yue nodded: "What do you want to eat?"

"There's nothing that can't be solved with a barbecue." Hou Zeqi smiled lazily, "Go to the back door of the community to get some skewers, and give me a whole order of crayfish, and then burn two kidneys."

Yang Yue: "..."

He thought that Hou Zeqi had a very expensive and high-end face, the kind of rich young man who wandered around in various high-end restaurants without blinking when swiping his card, but he didn't expect this person to be so down-to-earth when he had a meal.

In the end, Yang Yue had no choice but to compromise, and was dragged to the barbecue restaurant at the back door of the community. Then, in the atmosphere of eating skewers and drinking beer around him, he stared at the opposite person with a foolish look. A row of Wahaha AD calcium milk was neatly arranged.

"..."

Hou Zeqi ignored the gazes of the surroundings, generously opened a bottle of ad calcium milk, and handed it to Yang Yue: "Come, drink, toast to our brotherhood."

No, I don't want to be brothers with silly b.

Yang Yue rolled her eyes: "Who is your brother."

"It's written in the household registration book," Hou Zeqi said with a straw in his mouth, "Why, do you want to renege on your debt?"

"Who wants to renege on the debt," Yang Yue retorted, "It's just a piece of broken paper. Just because my parents agree with me doesn't mean I have to accept this relationship."

"Unreasonable," Hou Zeqi laughed, "I can't see that you are still a little rascal."

After Yang Yue swallowed the food, she glanced at him: "Well, yes, do you have an opinion?"

Hou Zeqi held back his laughter and hummed twice: "Don't dare."

Yang Yue continued to eat in a muffled voice, while Hou Zeqi peeked at him from time to time with a straw in his mouth.

He eats very well, he sips and doesn't make a sound, but the speed is extremely fast, and he will never speak when there is something in his mouth.

Do not eat cauliflower, do not eat hot peppers, do not eat eggplant.

He doesn’t touch things with chopped green onions, and things that are far away from him. He likes to eat meat, but he only eats chicken wings and fish with his mouth. They were arranged neatly, and even the gaps in the middle had to be pinched to death with hands.

If it's not obsessive-compulsive disorder, it's because the family education was too strict when I was a child, and I was restrained by the rules.

In order to verify his idea, Hou Zeqi seemingly unintentionally put a crayfish into his small plate: "Come, eat a lobster."

Sure enough, the next second, Yang Yue lowered her head and stared at the crayfish on the plate, her thick ink-like eyebrows frowned a little bit, looking a bit embarrassed.

Hou Zeqi captured the changes in his face, and asked indistinctly, "What's the matter? Don't you like peeling shrimp shells?"

"I..." Yang Yue paused, and told the truth: "I have never eaten this thing."

"Have you ever eaten?" Hou Zeqi asked.

"Well," Yang Yue said: "In the past, the family didn't allow this kind of food to be eaten."

it is as expected.

A knowing smile appeared in Hou Zeqi's eyes, and he couldn't help teasing: "Unexpectedly, you, a young master, are more valuable than me."

Obviously it was Yang Yue who had lived in that family for more than ten years, but for some reason, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable when she heard such words.

Seeing his appearance, Hou Zeqi hid the keen light in his eyes, put on plastic gloves with a smile: "Come on, I'll peel one off for you."

His bony fingers were slender and flexible, and he stripped a lobster with its complete tail out of the oily red shell, and put a piece of crescent-like lobster meat into the lobster in front of Yang Yue. In a small dish.

"Try it, you will be allowed to eat this kind of hands-on food at home in the future."

Yang Yue stared at the prawn meat, the pulsating light in his eyes flickered under the bright incandescent lamp of the small shop, he couldn't tell what kind of feeling he felt in his heart, he just felt that at that moment his whole chest seemed to be covered by a mysterious warm current. Filled to the brim.

He rolled his Adam's apple, slowly picked up the shrimp meat and put it into his mouth to chew carefully.

The texture of the shrimp meat is soft and tender, and after soaking up the soup, it has a fresh and fragrant spicy taste.

It was unexpectedly delicious.

Seeing him chewing slowly, Hou Zeqi skillfully picked out a bigger lobster, flipping it with his slender fingers.

"How is it? Is it ok? I'll peel another one for you. After you learn how to peel it yourself, do you hear me?"

"Give."

At the same time as the voice fell, a piece of plump shrimp fell into the plate.

Yang Yue stared at the prawn meat and thanked in a low voice, the tips of the chopsticks stretched out with imperceptible eagerness.

Hou Zeqi saw it, and smiled silently: "Hey, I have a question for you."

Taking advantage of Yang Yue's eating time, he approached tentatively, lowered his voice and asked, "You don't really want to accept me, is it because... I'm not as good to you as your old brothers?"

Yang Yue was taken aback.

The brain flashed through several scenes like an electric shock, the broken porcelain bottle, the dark and damp attic, and the freezing cold pool of water.

An uncontrollable suffocation choked his throat silently like a ghost, causing his pupils to vibrate violently in an instant, and his entire face lost all color.

how could be?

It's you who are much better than them...

He swallowed the food in his mouth, his heart felt a little congested, and he was thinking of some reason to prevaricate, when the mobile phone on the table rang like a life-saving straw.

The two turned their gazes to the lit phone screen at the same time.

"You answer the phone first," Hou Zeqi glanced at Yang Yue's cell phone, biting the straw into his mouth out of boredom.

Yang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and answered the phone: "Hello, teacher?"

"Well, their monitor has music in their hands."

"Send it now? I only have 5 minutes and 34 seconds in my phone, and 6 minutes and 42 seconds in my USB drive."

Yang Yue was talking on the phone with one hand, and played with the plastic skin of the straw with the other. His frame was small, and his hands were much smaller than ordinary boys, but his fingers were white and slender, with a youthful look.

Hou Zeqi took this series of small movements into his eyes, and smiled imperceptibly.

Yang Yue always has some inadvertent little movements hidden under his cold appearance, making him look soft and cute.For example, he likes to chew his nails when he is thinking, he likes to tap something with his fingertips when he is anxious, and he likes to hold something and secretly play with it when he is bored to pass the time.

"The school only gave us 22 minutes, wouldn't 6 minutes and 42 seconds take up too much time?"

"Okay, what time do you rehearse? I'll send it to you."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Yue looked at the time, looked up at the dude with a straw in his mouth, and asked, "Do you have anything else to eat? I have to pay the bill and leave first."

Hou Zeqi glanced at the similar meals, bit the straw and mumbled: "Let's go together, just treat me to a half meal next time."

Yang Yue: "?"

Can it be considered half a meal if you are not full?What the hell kind of logic is this?

Yang Yue was a little convinced: "Are you cheating on food and drink here?"

"You can't say that. You see, I don't charge your electricity bill. You can't take care of my meals?" Hou Zeqi threw down the empty ad calcium milk and leaned back on the chair, with a smile that was not a smile. Intimidating, but looking like an evil rascal.

"You're the only one with a lot of nonsense." Yang Yue was so angry that she threw the straw skin in her hand to his face, and went to the front desk to pay the bill without looking back.

The unreasonable scoundrel not only cheated on eating and drinking, but also followed Yang Yue all the way to the school in the name of eating and drinking after eating and drinking. wait for him.

Hou Zeqi was bored, so he just watched the dance stills posted on the wall in the corridor.

In the classroom far from the door, a female class is doing evening exercises, wearing long sleeves and reviewing dance combinations.

He suddenly remembered that when he saw Yang Yue for the first time, the child was wearing sleeves with gradient ink colors, and his dancing posture was like a splash of paint and ink, with a sense of immortality in his elegance, but he was also resolute and free and easy.

He vaguely remembered that there was a crescent moon on the background of the LED, and the moment when the bright and flawless brilliance poured down, just like his name, it shone softly and serenely into people's hearts.

He is the clear and cold white moonlight...

Just as she was thinking, Yang Yue came downstairs with her pockets in her pockets after delivering the USB flash drive. Before reaching Hou Zeqi, a girl wearing long sleeves rushed out of the classroom and stopped him out of thin air.

"Hey! Teacher Xiao Yang!" The sharp-eyed girl clung to the door frame and stopped Yang Yue with a loud voice: "Can the Shaking Sleeve Group help us take a look?"

"How much have you learned?" Yang Yue was taken aback, and walked into the classroom while asking: "Let me see by jumping first."

"There's still one ending left to learn," the girl stuck out her tongue in embarrassment: "Just... maybe, we danced a little messily."

Yang Yue nodded without making a sound, and played the music to signal them to dance first, he probably knew it in his heart.

But after reading it, he still pinched his eyebrows with a headache: "What do you think?"

A slightly smaller girl rushed to answer with a sad face: "I think our eyes are a bit hot."

Yang Yue folded her arms and nodded: "Do you agree with the opening ceremony of the large-scale square dance?"

All the girls in the class: "..."

Yang Yue got up: "Give me a sleeve."

The head monitor immediately took off the light pink sleeves and handed them over, jokingly said: "Mr. Yang, the girl's style, just leave."

There was low laughter from behind, but Yang Yue didn't pay attention.

The teacher-student relationship among the dance students has always been very good. It is commonplace to joke with each other. Some young teachers occasionally invite students to bars and KTV for entertainment. The relationship is even worse, and there are situations where class parties go directly to the teacher's house to cook and have dinner.

When I was in my sophomore year, everyone had a dinner party after the exam, and their choreographer teacher paid out of his own pocket. After the meal, he took the whole class of boys to the bar to drink and dance disco, and then a group of people went to the teacher's house to play games all night. It is said that the sky is fast When it was bright, they were lying all over the ground in a mess, and some people didn't even catch the train home the next day.

But he was not yet an adult at that time, and the teacher said that he was not allowed to participate in the midnight show, so these things were only heard from classmates later.

He put on his water sleeves and began to explain in detail: "Some people's sleeves are wrong, why did Teacher Xu tell you?"

"The five fingers are straight and close together, and the tiger's mouth is opened, aiming at the sleeve seam. Check for yourself if the position is correct."

"When the sleeves are out, the waist is loose, the elbows are around the waist, and the wrists are around the elbows. When your sleeves are thrown out, they must be flat against the sleeves..."

He demonstrated while talking, and flung out the long sleeves smoothly and forcefully: "Wrists and fingers are at the same level, pay attention to your force must extend to the fingertips."

The students who were still laughing just now learned the essentials carefully. Hou Zeqi wandered to the door and watched Yang Yue explain little by little. With a delicate baby face, Hou Zeqi can't help but want to laugh a little bit.

Unexpectedly, the child looks a little handsome when he is serious, no wonder Qu Yaotong blush and heartbeat when they met for the first time.

After Yang Yue demonstrated, she explained the chaotic rhythm again, then took off her sleeves and handed them to the monitor.

The squad leader held him back relentlessly: "Aren't you going to help us figure out the moves! Tomorrow this group will be checked by Mr. Xu, if we don't dance well, we will die."

Yang Yue smiled grumpily: "I've told you so much, do you have my class fee?"

After hearing the students' rebuttals, they immediately retorted——

"Teacher, you hurt your feelings when you talk about money."

"You are a teacher! A teacher's dedication is selfless!"

"We are affirming your teaching quality! We wouldn't listen to other teachers."

"That's right, I'm not familiar with other teachers, we won't let them in when they come!"

Regardless of their protests, Yang Yue glanced at their light pink silk sleeves and joked, "Who ordered you such an ugly color? It looks like you are dark and fat."

All the girls in the class suddenly fell silent: "..."

The leader of the class explained cautiously: "Our gym uniforms this semester are light bean green. Teacher Xu said to order pink to create a feeling of 'Little lotus just shows its sharp corners'."

Yang Yue retorted mercilessly: "She may want to emphasize that your legs are as strong as lotus roots."

All the girls in the class: "???"

Sure enough, the whole class fell silent for three seconds and began to quarrel——

"Damn! Beat him out!"

"Do you know the zero-point teacher evaluation form at the end of the semester?"

"This is unbearable! I'm going to the Academic Affairs Office to report that he personally attacked me!"

"Squad leader lock the door! We outnumber him!"

In the end, Yang Yue was pushed out by the class monitor with a playful smile, and her eyes happened to collide with Hou Zeqi, who was leaning against the corridor with his trouser pockets in his pocket.

The dazzling man who was still handsome under the dim light of the corridor smiled and walked towards him, stood in front of him and said in a low voice, "Go home, Teacher Xiao Yang."

Yang Yue's blood surged, and she punched him on the chest: "Are you courting death?"

Hou Zeqi was staggered by the hammer. After steadying his steps, he saw that Yang Yue had turned around and left mercilessly. He quickly followed and smiled softly: "Hey, why did you call you Teacher Xiao Yang?"

Yang Yue: "Because there are two teachers surnamed Yang in their class, I'm the younger one, can't I?"

"That's it," Hou Zeqi felt a little regretful, thinking, I thought it was because you were so small.