salt by salt

I carefully looked at myself in the mirror.

The eyes are quite big, but the tails of the eyes are slightly drooping, and it looks like they are not awake. Such eyes may look good on the face of a cute girl, but I am a very manly boy, so on the contrary, they are in the overall There is a touch of humor in the fierceness.

The eyelashes are too long and not curled enough, like black curtains that are crowded together, and the eyes that are not bright because of my short-sightedness are more dull, and they are easy to fall off and get stuck in the eyes when rubbed.

The nose is just like that, not too tall but still passable.

Lips are where I perfectly inherit the charm of my mother, but unfortunately, this is a woman's mouth.It's too small and too rosy, and even if you purse your lips angrily, it looks like you're smiling. It's not manly at all. Fortunately, I cut my hair very short.

Generally speaking, it is not ugly, but it is not handsome.If you put it away properly, it can only be regarded as eye-catching, and it does not make people feel amazing or "this is a handsome guy".This is an ordinary face, I have long recognized this.

I pushed the mirror away in disgust. Every time I took a serious look in the mirror, I hated this kind of object more and more, or I hated the ordinary-looking self in the mirror.Why invent such a thing as a mirror?Let ordinary people like me realize the shortcomings of my face.

I opened the door and went down the stairs. On the sofa, two people wearing the same black sweaters were leaning against each other intimately, watching TV.

One looks handsome and slender.

A gorgeous face with beautiful blond hair.

"Brother Yucheng. Andre." I forced a smile, "Good morning."

They raised their heads at the same time, Xu Yucheng smiled at me, gentle and quiet.Andre still has a cold look, his whole face is like a rose in ice, I can even describe him as delicate and charming.

"Good morning, Xiao Yan." Xu Yucheng said, the peach blossom eyes may look frivolous on other people's faces, but coupled with his refined temperament, it only makes people feel like a spring breeze to be looked at by him, "Grandpa asked me to take you and Xiao An later The main house, I just made breakfast, you eat a little before leaving."

ah.Mirrors are prepared for such favorites of the Creator.

I thought so in my heart and nodded: "Thank you, cousin."

I sat in the back seat of Xu Yucheng's car, and Andre naturally occupied the co-pilot.

He is always like this, he doesn't speak, and looks easy to bully, but he is merciless when it comes to grabbing things.

Xu Yucheng was always in the co-pilot seat with me. Since Andre returned to China, I have never overtaken him.

He's just a blond demon... I thought to myself.

Andre is my half-brother.Of course, he and I don't look like brothers at all.I look ordinary, but he is like an angel who descended to the world, and he always makes people look sideways when he walks on the street.I have lived under the fence since I was a child and watched people's eyes. He has enjoyed everyone's praise and favor since he was born.

Above all, he is a product of love, and I am a product of sin.

Andre's father was a good-looking Frenchman, and Andre's blond hair came from him, a rich and learned man.I only met him once at the Xu family's main residence.At that time, I was standing in the corner, watching my mother holding his hand with a happy face, and the other hand was holding Andre in a small suit.He looks a lot like his mother, beautiful almost feminine.

At that time, he appeared indifferent and impersonal, turning a blind eye to the praise of all the elders.

That was the treatment I had never received before. I looked at him enviously until he suddenly looked at me.

Blue eyes, like a sparkling lake.

Some elders followed his eyes and saw me standing in the distance, and showed a smile that could not be called contemptuous, but definitely not kind.She leaned down and said softly, "Oh, that's Toshihiko, your brother—but we won't introduce him for now."

The one who is not introduced to formal occasions, the one who stands in the shadows, the ordinary-looking me.

He was still looking at me, and I smiled at him, hoping that he would look away quickly and avoid unnecessary trouble.But he didn't, he stared at me and even shook his mother's hand.I saw his lips open, and the angel said coldly: "Mama, c'est mon frère. (Mom, that's brother.)"

I understood.So everyone looked over, and I was suddenly forced to stand under the spotlight of disgust, disdain, or boredom.

The beautiful woman came to me, leading the angel and her husband by the hand.She squatted down in front of me, just looked at my face and exclaimed: "Why is this child so ugly!"

I looked at the blond angel so close to me, embarrassment swallowed me all at once.No matter how young a child is, he will feel ashamed if he is said to be ugly, let alone a gentle mother who I have been looking forward to for a long time.My face turned red unconsciously.A beautiful smile suddenly appeared on Andre's face that had always been indifferent, sweet, cheerful, and successful in mischief.

Blonde devil.

I was eight years old that year, I thought so.