Dressed as a villain's brother

"I caught him with a branch, it's not dangerous." Yang Mu said lightly.

He Yu, who was describing the dangerous and sinister situation at the side, choked, grinding his back molars and looking over.

Ten minutes ago, the snake was literally only a foot away from his ankle. Thanks to his quick reaction, he dodged it and Yang Mu saved it in time.

He was actually quite thankful that Yang Mu was by his side at that time, but he was really dissatisfied with the other party's overly relaxed attitude.

It seemed that he was fussing and cowardly.

It does not conform to the brave image he usually establishes.

"If you hadn't jumped up suddenly, the snake might not have planned to attack you." Yang Mu continued to speak calmly, "It should just be enjoying the coolness under the tree."

He Yu couldn't take it anymore, and stood up from the small pier, "According to you, did I scare it?"

He has always loved jewelry, fancy like a peacock, this action made the silver jewelry around his ears shake, shining bright white light in the sun, making his cheeks flushed with anger.

Yang Mu originally planned to say something, but when he saw his reaction, he froze for a moment, raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and stopped talking.

He recalled some of the past, and found that He Yu's disposition of flaring his teeth and claws when he was angry has never changed.

Seeing that Yang Mu was silent, He Yu raised his foot and kicked the stones flying away, and said to He Jin who had been poking the snake with a dead branch since just now, as if he had the intention of studying it: "Brother, should this snake be fired at noon?" .”

"I'll bury it later." He Jin rejected his proposal, poking the dead branches in his hand into digging, and dug a small hole in the ground with a few strokes, "It's fine for people to be fine, it's better not to eat wild ones. "

Fu Rongjie tried to take the dead branch in his hand, "Let me dig it."

He Jin didn't give it away, stood up and patted the corner of his clothes, and handed the dead branch to He Yu, "You bury it, and I'll wash the fruit."

Fu Rongjie consciously picked up a bucket of drinking water and followed.

On the way, He Jin took the small half bag of fruit and looked back.

As expected, the job of burying the snake fell on Yang Mu, and He Yu stood on the side of the small mound pointing Jiangshan, which made it even more obvious that Yang Mu was honest and easy to bully.

After careful observation for a while, and after confirming that Yang Mu was willing to do so, He Jin felt relieved and turned around.

He was a little worried before that He Yu would enslave people by relying on his creditor status, and Yang Mu would be dissatisfied and then take revenge on He Yu. After all, in the original text, he is not considered a good person.

Fortunately, it seems that this concern should be dispelled.

What is there now that He Yu is written all over his face, it is really hard for people to spend effort to deal with his thoughts.

There is no need to consume that god at all.

"He Jin."

The person who was called came back to his senses, his hands trembled subconsciously, and a bag full of red and black fruits rolled.

Fu Rongjie held him by the arm, "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." He Jin said.

"Really?" Fu Rongjie put down the bottled water.

Obviously worried.

He Jin responded, and quickly glanced across the quarreling couple and He Yu, making sure no one was paying attention, and then quickly pecked Fu Rongjie's side face.

He has a habit that can't be called bad.

When lying, do something to divert the other person's attention.

He thought that this would prevent Fu Rongjie from continuing to question, but he heard Fu Rongjie lightly asking, "Oh, you want to kiss me?"

"?"

"Or, is this your response to that title?" Fu Rongjie continued.

"Response?" He Jin came to his senses and quickly turned to the customer, "What kind of response do you want?"

"...Forget it." Fu Rongjie slowly withdrew his gaze, his eyes flickered, "It's really inconvenient here."

He Jin pretended not to understand, brought the ingredients to Fu Rongjie, and continued to divert his attention.

On the other side, He Yu squatted down, took a slender green grass pole and scratched the soil piled up on the ground, idly monitoring Yang Mu's progress.

Under the shadow of the mottled tree, the boy's delicate and delicate nose, lip and mandible are covered with a thin layer of iridescent light.

Yang Mu glanced at him sideways from the end of his eyes, slowly filled his hands back with soil, and opened his mouth slowly, "Are you afraid of snakes?"

"Bullshit! I just didn't pay attention to being startled!" He Yu said with a straw stick.

He didn't think there was anything at first, but the thing that scared him was a poisonous snake, so it was understandable for him to react a bit more, but there was Yang Mu next to him for comparison.

After he finished speaking, he was really curious, "Aren't you afraid?"

Yang Mu flattened the mound and said, "I have an uncle who raises reptiles."

It's just more contact.

He Yu said "Oh", "No wonder."

Yang Mu watched him lower his eyebrows, thought for a while, and said, "It's normal to be afraid, this snake is very poisonous."

"I told you I'm not afraid..."

"Fortunately, I didn't bite you." Yang Mu continued with his head down.

He Yu was stunned for a moment, with his arms wrapped around his knees, and he replied a little uncomfortably, "I run fast, how can I be bitten."

But he didn't jump far out of fear at that time, if it wasn't for Yang Mu, he might have been caught up and bitten.

"And." He Yu continued to say half-jokingly, "If I am killed, shouldn't you be happy? You don't have to pay back the money."

"..." The dead branch in Yang Mu's hand stopped there, and after a while, it was inserted into the mound, crooked, and cast a long, distorted shadow.

"I'll burn it for you too." Yang Mu clapped his hands and stood up.

He Yu noticed that his tone suddenly dropped several degrees, and he was terribly cold, so he glanced at him for no reason, "Forget it if you burn, if you still ask me to protect you when you burn, I won't be annoyed to death."

As he spoke, he wanted to stand up on his knees.

The moment he straightened his waist, his forearm was pulled suddenly, and He Yu was dragged staggeringly, but soon the force supported him, forcing him to stand up straight.

"Then you have to live well. If you're going to die, I'll burn one paper every day. I'll read a paper while burning it." Yang Mu pressed his broad palm on his shoulder, and withdrew it again, "Next time you see danger, stay away from it." , or call me."

He Yu looked at him in a daze as he said these words.

Yang Mu's eyelids are slightly shallow, and they always cover a little of the eyeballs. The older he grows, the more obvious it is. When he speaks seriously, the arc of the upper eyelid is sharp, and he looks extremely serious.

Is this worrying about him or just being sarcastic?

He Yu couldn't tell the difference.

But then, he figured it out.

Because Yang Mu suddenly said something when he turned to leave.

"Let me tell you one more thing."

He Yu: "What?"

Yang Mu glanced down at his waist and crotch, "The boxers you are wearing today are heather gray printed with big white goose."

He Yu's cheeks were burning, he stared at him in horror, then looked down at himself, "How do you know?!"

Yang Mu patted him on the shoulder and walked under the plastic shed, "Your trousers are too wide, don't squat like this next time."

This kind of casual shorts that only reach a little above the knees will slide down when you squat down.

"……Grass!"

He Yu tugged on his pants and took a deep breath, looking at Yang Mu's back, he suddenly felt ashamed again, and after a long while, he cursed and walked over to beat He Jin.

Speaking of helping others, in fact, it's just adding to the chaos. His ability to make trouble in housework is a talent.

He Jin is a little better than him, at least he can really help, he can still pass the seasoning and wash the tableware, and the rest of the time is to support his head and watch Fu Rongjie cook.

During a brief observation, he found that Fu Rongjie might have learned how to order French food, which is a bit fancy, not as solid as Yang Mu's.

But I have to admit that there are better things to be fancy than fancy, and every move during cooking is orderly. When Fu Rongjie raised his firm arms with veins and crawling, there was a self-evident beauty.

But these are not important, what matters is the color and fragrance of the dishes.

He Jin subjectively gave Fu Rongjie extra points for this item.

The young couple who were not far away finally set up their tent and tidied up their quarrel for the time being. When they started to move out of the oven to barbecue happily, they kept aiming here along the smell of smoke.

"Can I have a taste?" He Jin said, glancing at He Yu who was anxious to get started.

"Yeah." Fu Rongjie picked up a well-fried lamb chop and told him to be careful not to burn it.

"And mine?" He Yu leaned over.

Fu Rongjie took a step back, "Get it yourself."

"I'm fine too." Yang Mu said in a voice, and put the meat in front of He Yu.

He Yu let out a whimper, and his mood cleared up.

He Jin bit the mutton chops, and sincerely praised Fu Rongjie for his good cooking skills. Then the junior turned his face and said in a half-discussive tone, "If you like, you can often come to my house for dinner."

"Okay." He Jin replied vaguely, looking up at the sky again.

He thought the weather was a little strange.

The sky was still clear just now, but now a large thick cloud floated from nowhere, blocking the sun at all.

After He Jin had finished eating the mutton chops, he lowered his head, remembered something, and turned around to talk to Yang Mu about the night's accommodation arrangements.

"Me and...him?" Yang Mu pointed to himself and then to Fu Rongjie, apparently neither understanding nor expected the result of the assignment, "Why?"

Aren't He Jin and Fu Rongjie lovers?Why sleep separately?He and He Yu are familiar, so they should be in the same tent.

He Yu picked up a large piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, intending to block his words, "Why do I sleep with my brother? Do you think you can choose?"

It's not bad to include food and accommodation.

Yang Mu chewed the meat stuffed in his mouth intermittently, and frowned.

"You don't agree either?" Fu Rongjie bent down to look at Yang Mu, leaning his elbows on the table, and shrugged, "That's a tie vote. Shouldn't we be more democratic and re-arrange?"

He Yu shook his head, "I've always been authoritarian."

He Jin glanced at him.

It's a shame to say.

"That's how it is." Fu Rongjie wiped his hands with a wet towel and said, "After eating in a while, we will stand under the tree on the side of the road and run towards the tent. The two people who grab the same tent first will be automatically divided into two groups." A group."

The two tents they set up are one on the left and the other on the right, and the one who arrives first will probably choose the tent on the left.

Fu Rongjie quickly thought of a countermeasure.

No matter what, as long as he and Yang Mu run fast enough to occupy a tent first, He Yu will never come to squeeze with him.

Taking a few steps back, if the He Jin brothers run faster, as long as they first discuss with He Jin not to enter the same tent with He Yu, there will still be only one result.

He Yu loves to play, and the proposal sounded good. After a brief consideration, he quickly agreed, and then began to whisper to He Jin.

Before the start of the game, He Jin received conversations from three people respectively.

When Yang Mu avoided people and came to him and told him about it, He Jin was a little surprised.

At first he thought it was because Yang Mu was not used to sleeping with people he didn't know well, so he didn't want to. Yang Mu also explained it in the same way, so he told him not to run into the same tent with He Yu.

He Jin raised her eyebrows, "However, I promised him before that it's not good to deliberately run to different tents."

He Yu will have to make a fuss at that time, saying that he betrayed him.

"It's nothing." Yang Mu lowered his eyebrows, "You should also be more willing to be with Fu Rongjie..."

"Yang Mu." He Jin interrupted him.

"What?" Yang Mu frowned.

He Jin propped his fingers back on the grass, squinting his eyes, "Do you hate me a little bit?"

He's always been sensitive about it.

Yang Mu doesn't look like a person who resists socializing, otherwise he wouldn't be the vice chairman of the student union.But she always deliberately avoids direct contact with him, and even handing him things is through someone else's hands.

Yang Mu's lips trembled, his expression froze, "I didn't..."

"It doesn't matter if you hate me." He Jin stood up with legs bent, twirling her fingertips stained with grass juice, "Anyway, you'll hate me even more after I refuse."

He paused, and continued: "You might as well take advantage of this time to warm up and try to run faster."

Yang Mu's jaw muscles tightened a little, and when he turned to leave, he heard He Jin's voice again.

"If you can pay back the money you owe Xiaoyu now, you should pay it back as soon as possible. Don't waste his kindness to help others."

Yang Mu squeezed his fingers together and walked away without saying a word.

He Jin looked at his back, raised his hand and stroked his Adam's apple twice, thinking.

He also met a lot of people when he started his business, and he slowly figured out some ways to see people.

Yang Mu is not like a poor and cowardly penniless, he just looks simple.

But he obeyed He Yuyan.

……

The luxuriant camphor tree on the roadside was about five to sixty meters away from the tent. At this time, the sky was dim, and not even a single shadow of the whirling tree could be seen.

A few people stood still under the tree, He Yu scratched his arm that had just been bitten by two mosquito bites, and said anxiously: "I'll start."

He Jin and Fu Rongjie looked at each other inadvertently, then looked away.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, his expression tensed slightly.

Sprinting requires extremely high explosive power in the leg muscles. He has neglected to exercise in the past two years, so it is inevitable that his heart will be agitated. He even feels that it is unnecessary for the three people to talk to him just now, and maybe he is at the bottom.

When he ran out for more than ten meters, He Jin realized that he was wrong.

Because Fu Rongjie ran unexpectedly slow, the rhythm seemed to be walking, and He Yu was several meters ahead of him.

Not only that, he also grabbed He Jin's wrist, as if trying to live and die together.

He Jin, who hadn't expected his junior to play such a trick at all, was dazed for a while, and even forgot to break free from his hand.

Yang Mu was quick and vigorous, but he was always two steps behind He Yu, clinging to his pace.

The sudden change probably happened at that moment.

He Jin reached out to wipe away the rainwater that fell on his face, stared blankly, and slowed down.

Bean-sized raindrops fell with a patter, He Yu rushed to the nearest tent like a shooting star when he saw it.

The moment he arrived, he realized that he had won the championship. When he turned around excitedly and waved, he saw that the black figure approaching in front of him was not his brother.

"It's raining." Fu Rongjie said, his fingers slipped from He Jin's wrist, and he took his hand along, "Hurry up."

He Jin looked up at the ever-changing sky in bewilderment, and when he was half pushed and half embraced into a tent behind him, the rain suddenly became heavier and fell downward like an awl.

He could still hear He Yu calling him from another tent.

He Jin brushed away a strand of wet short hair hanging in front of his eyes, looked at the sky, then at Fu Rongjie, and said helplessly, "...you failed in your studies, junior."

"Yang Mu and I conspired together." Fu Rongjie let go of his hand, pulled the neckline slightly to shake off the rain-soaked fabric, with a smile on his lips, "You can't just blame me."