my brother is not cute at all

In the school cafe.

Yang Yue and Jiang Haibo were sitting facing each other, basking in the warm wind, half-eaten waffles and matcha coffee that were no longer steaming were placed on the table.

One of the two held a small piece of crumpled red colored paper with white fingertips before folding it over and over again, and the other sat quietly with his cheeks on his back and watched, the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Turn it over to the other side, here you need to fold a triangle along the line..."

Seeing the perverted ancestor muttering to the tutorial while folding, Jiang Haibo couldn't bear it anymore, and leaned over to test in a low voice: "Are you all right to fold roses? Let me tell you... there is nothing wrong with your brain, right?"

"I think my student looks pretty when folded. What's wrong if I learn it?" Yang Yue's thin white fingers followed the tutorial and folded the paper in her hand little by little, without bothering to lift her head: "I don't want to be like you, except for dancing. I don’t know anything, I’m like an idiot, I don’t have any thought, no craftsmanship, and no connotation.”

"I rely on me to provoke you? Are you scolding again?!" Jiang Haibo was so angry that he almost flipped the table, but thinking about Yang Yue's fighting power, he still held back: "Forget it, seeing how ugly you are. For the sake of it, I don't care about it with you."

The movement of Yang Yue's hands stopped, and a sharp eye knife was thrown over.

Jiang Haibo shrank his neck, but still had the courage to ask: "That's not right, you are usually so rough that you sleep without drying your hair, why do you suddenly start doing these things? You can't be a spring heart, Which girl do you see?"

Xiaoxin's thoughts were almost punctured, Yang Yue felt a little guilty, she lowered her head and continued to fold paper: "What kind of girl do you think can catch my eye?"

"That's true," Jiang Haibo agreed, "You are so pure and ascetic as a pair of girls, if you don't know, you might think that you have a problem with your sexual orientation."

"..."

That may and does have some problems.

Yang Yue thought silently in her heart.

Staring at the over and over again of origami in his hands, he suddenly thought of the appearance of Hou Zeqi coming out of the bathroom with his upper body shirtless when he was eating in the restaurant in the morning——

"Xiaoyue, the milk is cold, you can drink it after heating it in the microwave."

The morning sun shone into the room through the gauze curtains in the living room, and a strip of light that leaked through the gaps shone brightly on the sculptural, vigorous and strong body.

He looked against the light, Hou Zeqi was bathed in the morning light, his light brown hair and deep-lined eyebrows and eyes were all covered with a layer of fluffy light gold, and the floating dust in the sun lingered around him, making his whole portrait It is a beautiful god who came out of Greek mythology.

Yang Yue was stunned for a moment, then gave a faint "um", picked up the cup and gulped down a mouthful of saliva as if drinking milk.

"Also, I'll take my mom and Timmy for a stroll this morning, and I'll take them to the airport in the afternoon. If you can't make it back due to traffic jams, you can go home by yourself," Hou Zeqi came over wiping his hair, and pulled away the chair opposite sit down.

Yang Yue immediately straightened her body and leaned against the back of the chair.

Hou Zeqi raised half of his handsome eyebrows and gave him a puzzled look.

"Put on your shirt." Yang Yue bit the rim of his cup and looked around his chest, furrowing her brows desperately to wink at him: "You, you have quite a strong impact."

"Oh," Hou Zeqi smiled meaningfully, put the towel on his shoulders, and lowered his voice across the dining table: "It's not impossible if you want to try the feel. Tonight at 7:07, I'll wait for you." your answer."

Yang Yue almost choked a mouthful of blood in her throat.

So what does that thing feel like?

After Yang Yue took the last step of folding the rose, the movements of her hands stopped.

Jiang Haibo couldn't bear to look at the ugly paper flower in his hand, cleared his throat and changed the subject: "Hey, then what kind of person can get into your eyes? You have to have an ideal type?"

Ideal type?

The powerful image in the morning popped up in Yang Yue's mind, and she answered without thinking: "Yes, tall, long legs, good figure, gentle personality, good cooking, good-looking face, the most important thing is You must be able to bear my temper, and be able to bear me beating him."

"..."

Are you fucking living in a dream?

Jiang Haibo stared at this serious nonsense person in disbelief, wanting to pinch his face to wake him up.

At this moment, a series of rapid mobile phone ringtones interrupted the thoughts that popped up in his mind.

Yang Yue fiddled with the paper flower in her hand, glanced at the caller ID and answered the call with a snort.

A familiar female voice came from the number marked "Brother".

"Is it Xiaoyue? Your brother can't pick you up at school tonight. He had a car accident and is now in the hospital..."

"..."

In the blink of Jiang Haibo's eyes, the person opposite had already stood up suddenly, without even saying hello, picked up his backpack and blew out the door like a gust of wind.

Yang Yue ran all the way to the side of the road and stopped a taxi. When reporting the address, his voice was trembling uncontrollably.

car accident?How could such a good person have a car accident?

What kind of car accident will end up in the hospital?What kind of car accident will hurt you so much that you can't even make a phone call yourself?

Even though it was December, when the wind was blowing to the bone, fine beads of sweat kept oozing from Yang Yue's back groove and forehead. The huge ghost claws pulled him into the icy cold deep pool water when he was 9 years old.

cold, so cold.

It's so cold that I can't get up and down my neck, as if I'm about to suffocate.

His fingertips tightened unknowingly, and his ruddy and healthy nails turned a sickly blue-white due to the force.

The scenery outside the window was passing by, but he was still begging the driver to speed up.

In just a short distance, his memory was pulled out like a film to stretch out a century, frame by frame, scene by scene, full of that familiar shadow.

His deep voice, his casual smile, and his deep eyebrows and eyes looked over, as if carrying a powerful and gentle magic power, which made him speechless and let him sink; made his heart beat faster and made him forget breathe.

Unknowingly, this person has already occupied his heart so deeply, and has become an inseparable part of his heart.

The triangle warning sign was placed at the intersection not far from the hospital gate, and the flashing picture outside the window made Yang Yue startled like a lightning strike!He yelled at the driver: "Master stop!"

The wheels slammed and made a screeching sound on the ground, he jumped out of the car after paying, and rushed towards the tall and straight figure on the side of the road in a menacing manner!

Is it him?Is it really him? !

Yang Yue recklessly pulled the man's arm and pulled it hard!

The deep light brown eyes met him suddenly——

"Xiaoyue? Why did you come here so soon?"

It's him!It's really him!

The joyful light in the depths of Yang Yue's pupils was pulsating, and then it was wrapped in a layer of crimson from all directions!

He was mad with anger, trembling, trembling, standing on the road and screaming in a low voice: "Why do you say I am so fast? Are you sick?! You have no hands or feet, and you beat me yourself. Can a phone call to make it clear that you are not injured can kill you?"

"I was just contacting the insurance company with the owner of the car, so I asked Anji to give you my mobile phone..." Hou Zeqi was stunned by his yelling, and half of what he said suddenly recalled in disbelief: "Wait, what are you talking about?" Are you worried about me?"

"I'm worried about your fart!" Yang Yue's chest heaved violently because of panting heavily: "If you frighten me again, I'll punch you and throw you into the trash can by the way!"

Hou Zeqi was dumbfounded by his tyrant-like arrogance, but seeing his round and delicate almond eyes blush with arrogance due to anger, his heart softened instantly.

"Are you willing?"

His voice was so soft that Yang Yue panicked instantly.

The traffic coming and going passed by, and Anji was still negotiating with the insurance company not far away, and there was a lot of noise around him, but at this moment, only his own clear heartbeat and lingering gasps of anger could be heard in his ears.

"Reluctant."

He heard himself whispering.

The night in the cold winter is getting darker and earlier, before the street lights are turned on, the sky is already dark, Hou Zeqi can't see Yang Yue's expression clearly, he can only see the pair of black and smart eyes like stars falling in the dark night There is a scorching and moving light shining in it.

The head of the heart is like the spring breeze blowing warm water, rippling layers of ripples.

He even forgot to say hello, he pulled Yang Yue's wrist and pulled him into the car.

The moment the car door was slammed shut, the surroundings were instantly cut off from the hustle and bustle outside the car window, and fell into a narrow silence.

Yang Yue panicked even more: "What are you doing? How did you come up here? Isn't it finished yet?"

"It won't be finished in a while," Hou Zeqi said.

"Then why don't you deal with it quickly, don't you want to eat early?"

"I don't want to," Hou Zeqi looked into his eyes like a rogue and said, "I want to see you first."

His eyes were neither bright nor warm, but like warm spring water, filled with deep tenderness, soaking Yang Yue's whole body.

Yang Yue suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Xiaoyue, the three-day deadline is less than an hour away. How are you thinking?"

Yang Yue lowered her eyelashes, stared at her slightly trembling hands and remained silent.

"I know that three days is too short for you, but three days is my limit. I can't wait for one more minute, because I can't control my liking for you long ago."

Hou Zeqi moved closer, his thick lower eyelashes made his deep eyes reveal fluffy tenderness: "Xiaoyue, I said I treat you well because you are my younger brother, but in fact I am lying to you, and I am also lying to you." Myself. In fact, I have always liked boys, and my feelings for you have deteriorated since the day we went to the playground. "

Yang Yue thought of the radiant park, the unexpected hug, the heart-pounding stare at each other, and the wildly growing love like weeds, and finally opened her mouth.

"So before you took me to see your mother yesterday, you told her about it, right?"

"Yes," Hou Zeqi gently put his palms on the back of his trembling hands, and said firmly, "I told her that I recognize you. If you agree, we are lovers. If you don't agree, then I will be your lover." I will never take her to see another person in my life."

Yang Yue's hands suddenly trembled more violently.

"So you understand my heart, Xiaoyue?"

"..."

"Xiaoyue?" Hou Zeqi asked tentatively, rubbed his fingertips on the back of his hand twice, but suddenly found that his tightly clenched fist was actually hollow all along...

"Xiaoyue, what are you... holding in your hand?"

He lowered his head, flipped his thin wrists, and slowly spread his palms upwards.

In the middle of her white palm lay a bright red paper rose quietly.

"Rose."

Yang Yue looked at this paper flower that had been squeezed like a ball of waste paper, and suddenly felt sad: "It was folded very ugly, and I crushed it on the way here, and now it doesn't look like it anymore. .”

Hou Zeqi's heart was like a gigantic bell on a distant mountain that was hit by a bang. The sound waves in the air swept across mountains, rivers and wilderness, shaking his chest, and it reverberated for a long time with hundreds of times of humming.

"They say the meaning of red roses is that I like you, so I want to give you a discount."

"..."

Yang Yue's dark apricot pupils looked straight into his heart like spots of paint.

"Brother, let's be together."