"Have I really... been letting you down?" Wei Qian thought to himself.

But apart from the occasional anger that Wei Zhiyuan showed because he was irritated that night, Wei Qian didn't remember him expressing any negative emotions.

Wei Zhiyuan took the pillow that Wei Qian had caught, turned around and put it back on Ma Chunming's bed, and said lightly: "My brother is not that kind of person."

Ma Chunming and Wei Qian asked in unison: "How did you know?"

Wei Qian regretted what he said and glared at Ma Chunming who didn't understand.

Wei Zhiyuan just smiled and said: "People with a cold and unfeeling appearance are not likable."

Because Ma Chunming was not good at dealing with things and had big eyes, he didn't notice that Wei Qian's ears turned red after hearing this. He still asked Wei Zhiyuan in a foolish and naive way: "Really?"

After saying this, he carefully recalled his wife's appearance. He just thought she was quite pretty. Although he felt sad at the thought, he still couldn't see how she looked "unpleasant".

Ma Chunming asked Wei Zhiyuan very seriously: "Can you tell fortunes? Can you tell me whether I will never have good luck with my wife in my life?"

Wei Zhiyuan caught a glimpse of Wei Qian's expression, and his smile deepened. He sincerely lied... No, he comforted Dr. Ma and said, "No, your luck just came late. You were too hasty before, so you met bad peach blossoms. The Red Luan star has not yet moved to the main palace."

"What?" Ma Chunming said in disbelief, "I'm already in my thirties and I'm not even in the prime palace yet? The speed of the planet's revolution is too slow."

Wei Qian interrupted coldly, "You drew all the turtles."

Ma Chunming straightened his back as if facing a formidable enemy. Then, with one of the few times he was witty, he made one of the few reliable responses in his life: "That makes sense. You also like to draw turtles, and you are still single."

Wei Qian: “…”

He really wanted to kill Dr. Ma, but before he could put it into practice, there were new visitors in the ward - Xiaofei and Ma Chunming's assistant came to see him on behalf of his colleagues.

Ma Chunming's assistant is a little girl who has just been working for the company for less than two years. Everyone calls her Mengmeng. She has big eyes, bangs, and two dimples when she smiles. She is also a little weird. She carries a broken notebook with her all day long, like a eunuch recording the daily life. She is asked to take minutes of meetings, and she can even write down word for word the chatter between several people after the meeting.

The small meeting record book is filled with all the dark histories of the company's executives...

The two girls also brought gifts in large and small bags.

Wei Zhiyuan hurried out to help them move the things in and placed a large box of milk at the head of Ma Chunming's bed, with some fresh fruits and snacks on top, as if they were having a picnic in the hospital.

Meng Meng said obediently: "We picked the high calcium milk, which is good for Mr. Ma's legs."

Sister Xiaofei then added: "Yes, it also helps adults to wean as soon as possible."

Wei Qian knew that Mengmeng and the other new kids were a little afraid of him, so he didn't stay long. He turned around and asked Wei Zhiyuan to leave. The two of them left the inpatient department, went downstairs, and when they reached the threshold, Wei Qian naturally supported Wei Zhiyuan's waist, using this intimate way to remind him to pay attention to his feet.

Wei Zhiyuan slammed the brakes and looked back in disbelief.

When Wei Qian was with him, he was always in a state of first-level combat readiness, as if in his eyes, he had changed from a Transformer who could be grabbed by the scruff of the neck and thrown into the mud without dying, to a Lin Daiyu who could die of depression because of a look or a word.

Every time Wei Zhiyuan touched Wei Qian, he felt that his brother was like a quasi-martyr sitting next to a mercury rod bomb - tense all over, but holding back and not running away with a sense of righteousness.

Wei Qian saw him turn around and asked nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"

Wei Zhiyuan didn't want to waste a second, so he grabbed his hand, dragged him into the parking lot, and stuffed him into the car.

Wei Qian was dragged and pulled by him, and he choked, but that was fine. The key point was that the two of them ran wildly at the hospital entrance, looking like they had just escaped from the psychiatric department.

He coughed a few times and asked breathlessly, "Is there any room in the car for reincarnation?"

Wei Zhiyuan said in a dreamy tone, as if he had just won five million: "You...did you hug me just now?"

Wei Qian: “…”

He really didn't mean that, it's just that when a person starts to focus on another person and tries hard to express some tenderness in a roundabout way, he will subconsciously make those movements.

However, Wei Qian could hear the joy and excitement in Wei Zhiyuan's voice, and of course he tacitly understood why he was so excited.

He thought back, when he was as old as Wei Zhiyuan, would he be able to be as indifferent to fame and fortune and remain persistent and unrepentant for a certain person or a certain thing as Wei Zhiyuan was?

Wei Qian felt that he couldn't.

So he let Wei Zhiyuan keep this little misunderstanding, without any explanation, but just moved his seat back a little like a big shot, and glanced at the person next to him: "Why, you want to charge me for a hug? The guy who bought raisins at the door even let me try two."

Wei Zhiyuan stared at him with a gaze as scorching as that of a high-temperature oven: "Eat as much as you want."

Wei Qian always thought that he was not a decent person at heart, because birds of a feather flock together. Just look at the people around him. But he could never handle Wei Zhiyuan's tricks - if flirting with decent women also had a level, then this guy had obviously reached the level of a professional ninth dan after returning from the evil old society overseas where he lived a life of debauchery.

Then, he felt that there was something wrong with this idea.

"Is it reasonable to flirt with his brother as if he were a decent woman?" Wei Qian thought incredulously, "Damn it, I raised such a shameless thing with all the hard work, what did all the books he read get him into his stomach?"

Since Wei Zhiyuan kept harassing him with his naked gazes along the way, Wei Qian had no choice but to manually push his face to the other side every time they waited for the traffic lights.

After finally driving home in fear, Wei Qian said angrily: "If you do this again in the future, you should just roll over and sit in the back. Even elementary school students know that for traffic safety, they should not disturb the driver..."

Wei Zhiyuan said aggrievedly: "But I didn't even say a word, can't I just take a look?"

Wei Qian was speechless for a moment, then he sighed, raised his hand and rubbed Wei Zhiyuan's chin, and said in his gentlest voice: "Let me try first, okay?"

After a bumpy life, he has never tried to love someone. He doesn't even know where to start or what priorities to follow.

Wei Zhiyuan grabbed his hand and said, "If there are a hundred steps and you said this, I will crawl over the remaining ninety-nine steps even if I have to...Brother, I am actually much more despicable than Dr. Ma."

Wei Qian suddenly restrained his previous expressions and his eyes darkened. He asked the same question as he had asked Xiao Yuan, who was only as tall as his waist at that time, many years ago: "Has my brother treated you badly?"

After many years, the little boy who could only shake his head grew up and could speak.

This time, Wei Zhiyuan stroked his fingertips and whispered, "There is no one else in the world who loves me so much."

Wei Qian's face showed no joy or anger. He just listened to this and quietly asked him, "Have I loved you for so many years just to make you a slut?"

After he finished speaking, he pulled back his hand, snapped his fingers together, and tapped Wei Zhiyuan's forehead hard, commenting on the muffled sound: "The watermelon is ripe."

He then unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

Wei Zhiyuan was stunned for a long time before he understood the twists and turns in this sentence. Suddenly, he couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

Dinner was prepared quickly. Alex had to go out of town for work, and Xiaobao had agreed to go out for dinner with him, but she pushed the door open just as the news broadcast began.

Wei Zhiyuan served her a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge and asked casually, "Why did you leave your friend alone?"

Xiao Bao said angrily, "I passed by the entrance of the bar street, and before I even went in, I was seduced by a foreign guy whose words I couldn't understand."

Wei Qian on the side put down his teacup in surprise: "What? I saw you two were very close, and I thought he was your boyfriend."

Xiao Bao jumped up three feet high: "Protest! Brother, you are a great insult to my personality and IQ!"

"Come on, which of these two do you have?" Wei Qian rolled his eyes at her, then breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "It's great if it's not him. I also thought that young man was lazy and unreliable."

"Not only is he unreliable, he is simply..." Before Song Xiaobao could finish his words, the phone rang.

Alex, who was a little drunk, asked, "Lili, did I leave something in your bag?"

He doesn't bring a bag when he goes out. He usually puts his money and cell phone in his pockets. If he has other things, he will put them in his bag.

Song Xiaobao reached for the bag he had thrown on the sofa and asked, "What is it?"

Alex said vaguely: "Ah... well, just show it to me anyway."

Wei Qian's attention had already been diverted to the TV. Suddenly, a high-pitched scream rang out in his ears like thunder. He heard Xiao Bao yelling "Ah" and roaring at the person on the other end of the phone: "You shameless bitch, fuck you, you dare to put condoms and lubricant in my bag!"

Wei Qian choked on a mouthful of hot water without warning and began a round of heart-wrenching coughing fits.

Song Xiaobao then realized what she had said right under her brother's ear. She immediately felt like a fool and angrily ended the conversation: "Go buy another set yourself. I won't give it to you. How does your agent tolerate you? If it were me, I would have peeled and boiled you long ago."

Before she hung up, Wei Qian heard Alex's arrogant laughter on the phone, mixed with a sentence: "I can change my career and work as an accountant for the cat food factory. The boss of the cat food factory contacted me last time!"

Song Xiaobao was so ashamed that she wanted to get rid of some things under the eyes of her two brothers, but Wei Zhiyuan was staring at the small box and bottle that she hadn't unpacked yet. Before she grabbed them and threw them into the trash can, Wei Zhiyuan couldn't help but said, "Hey, that..."

Before he finished speaking, he came to his senses and immediately regretted it. Under the table, the beads on his wrist were spinning like a top, almost becoming a shadow. He felt guilty that lust had defeated him so easily.

What was even more embarrassing was that after Xiaobao heard it, she seemed to "understand" something. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly put the thing she was about to throw back on the table. Then she pursed her lips and carefully pushed it towards Wei Zhiyuan.

Song Xiaobao picked up the bowl of porridge, maintained a standing posture, and drank the lean meat porridge in two gulps with the posture of Wu Song who "drank three bowls without passing the post". She almost choked to death. She went to the kitchen along the wall, washed the dishes and chopsticks in a hurry, then came back along the wall in small steps, and went back to her room silently without daring to raise her head.

She used a series of body language to say, "Please do as you please, just pretend I don't exist."

Wei Zhiyuan and Wei Qian were left staring at each other. On the table in the middle were these two small items that had a strong presence. On the TV, the opening theme song of the weather forecast sounded leisurely...

After a while, Wei Qian quickly looked away, pretending that he saw nothing, and carefully studied the page of Sudoku and riddles in the evening paper. He even seemed to suddenly become interested in this extremely stupid reasoning game.

After a series of severe ideological struggles, Wei Zhiyuan's beads that turned into propellers could not stop his thoughts from running wildly in the dirty direction, so he secretly collected the things on the table and put them in his pocket without anyone noticing.

Wei Qian felt really uncomfortable in the living room. Not long after, he found an excuse and went back to his room.

He sat upright at his desk and turned on his computer, then opened the browser with a serious expression. After hesitating for a moment, he finally searched seriously in the Baidu search bar for such embarrassing questions as "How to find gay porn".

Afterwards, Wei Qian began to analyze all kinds of complicated information as if he was doing market research. However, most of the online addresses he found had been blocked long ago. He always felt that there might be viruses in the obvious pornographic websites or unknown download addresses, so he did not dare to enter them casually.

Wei Qian, who originally had no idea what "bad thing" he was going to do, spent the entire night seriously arguing with major search engines over this issue.

But before he could come to any conclusion, his door was suddenly opened from the outside.

Wei Qian's hand trembled and he quickly tried to close the search page. Unexpectedly, he clicked on something and a strange sound came out from the speaker, which made his hair stand on end.

Wei Zhiyuan stood at the door, woodenly holding up the apple and fruit knife in his hand: "I just want to ask if you want to eat it..."

Wei Qian: “…”

Of course, he felt that the most unfair thing was that there was clearly nothing on the screen, and the noise just now was the background sound when the wicked website was opened!

Wei Zhiyuan stood at the door for a few seconds, thinking about whether he should be a saint or a mortal. In the blink of an eye, the "saint villain" was beaten into a pile of debris by the "mortal villain" - he decisively dropped the fruit knife and apple, slipped sideways into Wei Qian's room, and locked the door.

With a "click", the room seemed to have a string that could break at any time, and the tension was so intense that it almost suffocated.

But then, the suffocating string loosened - Wei Zhiyuan caught a glimpse of Wei Qian's screen full of search results and the aggrieved expression on his face. He couldn't help laughing and fell from the table to under the table. Finally, Wei Qian kicked him out: "What are you laughing at?"

Wei Zhiyuan sat on the floor, leaning against the leg of his desk, rubbing the tears from his eyes. "Brother, I have two GB of storage on my external hard drive. The password is the full spelling of your name. Do you want it? I'll copy it all for you."

There were only a few words in this sentence, but Wei Qian felt that he could find several reasons to punish Wei Zhiyuan. However, when all these reasons were piled together, it seemed to produce a ridiculous "two negatives equal a positive". Wei Qian couldn't help but think of a picture in his mind: Wei Zhiyuan was sitting alone in the room, typing out the full spelling of his name, and then...

"elder brother."

While he was still immersed in the chaos, Wei Zhiyuan stopped laughing at some point. Wei Zhiyuan tentatively grabbed Wei Qian's ankle, easily rolled up his thin trouser legs, and stroked Wei Qian's legs.

Wei Zhiyuan met Wei Qian's gaze and said softly, "You have to wait for me to get the movie. Do you want the live version now?"

As he spoke, he picked up Wei Qian's bare feet and rubbed them slowly on the sides of his feet. Suddenly, he lowered his head and pecked the back of his feet lightly.

Wei Qian retracted his foot as if he had received an electric shock: "Xiao Yuan!"

Wei Zhiyuan stood up, put his hands on the handles of his chair, and looked down at him: "Qian'er, do you want to try?"

He smelled the gentle scent of bath gel. He raised his hand to close Wei Qian's computer, turned his desk lamp to the dimmest setting, and gently lifted Wei Qian's collar: "If you don't want to, just kick me away like you did just now, okay?"

Wei Qian's face looked gloomy under the dim light.

Wei Zhiyuan's movements were extremely gentle, even though sweat had already soaked his forehead in the cold winter. He had already discovered that his brother, for some reason, was very resistant to overly intimate relationships and skin contact. He didn't want to think about the "some reason", but he could guess it a little.

He didn't want to make Wei Qian feel uncomfortable, so he tried hard to suppress himself.

His ten-foot-long soft world was in the palm of his hand, and all the ethereal or clear meditation was shattered into ashes. He just wanted to drown himself in it.

Wei Qian called his name in a low voice: "Xiao Yuan."

Wei Zhiyuan pulled him up like a man who had suddenly gone mad, then put his arms around his waist and threw both him and himself onto the bed.

The soft bed made a hoarse, sharp creaking sound.

The gate that was closed to him twenty years ago was completely opened. Wei Qian closed his eyes and seemed to hear the sound of water flowing like a river.

He felt as if something in his body was slowly flowing away in the whirlpool of desire, and a new torrent was ignited in his dormant blood vessels again.

If there was no Wei Zhiyuan...

He would never learn to be as cynical as Alex. At least, he would never quit his own company and work as an accountant in a cat food factory.

He also couldn't learn to do what he liked simply like Ma Chunming, and he didn't even have a clear and expressible ideal.

Material abundance will drain his spirit. In a few years, Xiaobao may become famous or get married. No matter which path he takes, she will gradually leave him...

No one needs him to carry heavy responsibilities without sleep and work like a workaholic anymore.

That was supposed to be his end.

"Fuck, it hurts!" Wei Qian couldn't help but curse out loud in a changed tone, "Can you be a little gentler? You're killing a pig!"

…but I’m afraid not now.