About my hopeless brother and sister

If one's life stretches into a straight line, then the intersection with others should be the intersection of a straight line with a line. But, well, maybe not so much a straight line as a line, because some people's lines were previously parallel to yours, twisted by external influences, and intersected with yours, and have continued to intersect with yours. Some, on the other hand, have been entwined with you, deadly entwined, and have not been willing to let go at all.

Well, this kind of twisting would have been fine with me if it was someone else. But if it's a wrapping like the one where the chairman comes up and wraps around your waist and tightly binds your head to his chest, then I feel like I should give her an outside force to go parallel to me.

I didn't lock the door last night.

It was too late to battle with my tablemate, so I casually washed up and closed the door to bed, but in the morning, I felt like I was suffocating. Because I couldn't breathe.

"Ahh...Di energy replenishment complete, I can carry out my work today!"

My sister seemed to have noticed that the person in her arms was gaining strength and stretched out a big lazy back, my sister's pajamas were not so much pajamas, but just a pair of shorts and a tank top, at least I'm an adolescent boy, can't I have some sense of shame?

Ah, I don't think such perverts should be allowed to have shame. How can such a pervert have the virtue of shame, a virtue that only humans have?

My sister released me, people say that lack of oxygen causes nightmares, and I think the reason I remembered that scene that I least expected was because of the lack of oxygen. I sat up rubbing my head, then looked at my sister who was rolling around on one side and said, "Get out of here."

"Ah...no...my brother was hugging me so hard before...ah...a brother like that is too cute...hahahahahahahahaha...a brother like that is too cute...too cute...ahhhhh..."

My sister howled as she rolled around hugging the blanket, she buried her face deep in my blanket and sniffed around, and while I said I didn't think the behavior had any effect on me, the fold made me look very nauseous. I kicked at my sister's body, taking her down with the blanket with me

"Get out of here, I need to change." I ignored my sister who dropped to the floor to play dead and reached for my pajamas to undo them.

"Don't come on... you don't have to be shy, brother... you know I changed your diapers when you were little... you're just a transparent person in my eyes... ...ahhh!!!"

I fiercely turned my hand firmly pressed my sister on the bed, a pillow hard on her head and then pressed dead, this breath can not come over the choking feeling I think you should also try ah pervert! My sister struggled as hard as she could, but why did I feel the excitement in the screaming?

I let go of my pillow and my sister was as limp as if she were dead, her head still on my pillow. I took off my nightgown as fast as I could....

"...it still doesn't feel right."

I grabbed my clothes fiercely, rushed outside, and then, from outside, locked the door.

Ten minutes later....

"Really, my brother has always been so cold, and my sister's bedroom won't even close, so don't you ever get the idea of a night attack, brother?"

"How could it be, you pervert."

I slathered my favorite cantaloupe jam on my bread with a knife and watched the chairman across from me look sad at the fried eggs in front of him. Well, I was a little dizzy before and seemed to address all of them as sister, but that was in my unconscious state, so please don't mistake me for a sister-controller.

"Ah...brother you're also an adolescent...why wouldn't you have any urges towards the opposite sex? And your room doesn't have a strange smell either, brother, you're really scary... If you feel like you can't help it... Sister's side is always welcome, and still won't lock the door.... "

A dinner knife sliced a perfect parabola from my hand, flew past the jam jar, and cut straight into the huge loaf of bread between us, which the chairman's hand was just about to reach, the knife trembling dangerously left and right on the bread, no more than three centimeters from the chairman's fingers.

"Yelp, yelp, yelp, yelp! It's dangerous! It's dangerous, brother!"

The president pulled his hand back with a scream and looked at the still shaking dinner knife with a palpable sense of relief. I took a silent bite of bread and then said, "It's just a dinner knife, it's not going to hurt anyone, but if you keep talking, I'm going to go get the kitchen knife."

After I ate, I gathered up the dishes and then turned back to see the chairman, dressed and ready to go, I looked and asked, "Today, what can I do for you?"

"Ah, yes, the student council is going to talk about your sports day today."

My sister looked at the time on her phone, then looked at me, pouted, and closed her eyes.

I wiped my hands silently, then walked away from her and picked up my clothes from the hanger.

"Brother...goodbye kiss...as usual."

My sister pointed to her pouting lips, those two cherry blossom colored lips should have been in the minds of those thinking teenagers countless times. But I'm really sorry, I think I'm very confused about your orientation. Is there anything to like about such perverts?!

"Where's the parting kiss, now get the hell out of my house."

I slapped a tissue across my sister's face and pushed open the door to my house.

As I've said before, human life should be a myriad of threads that come together so that it can be called life. Survival in words is one thread, and many threads coming together is life. There must be other people in human activity, so that means some people you cross paths with for a long time, some people you cross paths with for a short time, and even some people you cross paths with just once, like a salesman in a store that you never go to twice.

After three years of middle school, do you think your middle school teacher will still cross paths with you? First of all, they won't be a teacher at your high school, nor will they have anything to do with your high school teacher, nor will they have anything to do with you who is already in high school. So that means that this kind of person and you will only have crossed paths for three short years, so what's the point of going back if this kind of person?

I think there's still meaning to this kind of thing, though I don't think there's a need to do things that don't make sense. Parents, brothers, sisters are all people who can stay with you for a long time, but they will all disappear for a moment, the meaning of human life is the people you interact with, the two people I have been stuck with the longest in my life have been disconnected from me, I don't want, there will be someone else, and my life, forever irrelevant.

Walking through the door of middle school, a door I've clearly walked through before. But now when I come back again, it always feels like I've been gone for a long time, the doorman at the door actually stopped me, once I desperately wanted to leave here, yet now, I need the approval of my former class teacher to even enter.

"Ah, it's Qin Feng ah, come back to see ah, you really have a heart ah, haha, welcome, let the teacher see if there is any difference in you entering the high school."

The class teacher of the junior high school on the phone was not as stern as in the past, kindly like the lady selling things downstairs. Maybe it's because the relationship has changed, so the way we communicate has also changed.

After speaking to the doorman, the doorman made way, and I entered the school through the mail room. Looking at the somewhat old school building, I could now enter and leave the place freely, no longer counting the time I had to leave the place with every class of the day like before. Looking back, I looked at the familiar barred doors that once prevented me from leaving, but now, were refusing to let me in to protect the people inside....

Ah... grin....

While my heart was waxing with emotion, on the opposite side of the door, in the gap between the bars and the iron railing, there appeared a face I was once unfamiliar with but was now very familiar with.

Wu Mo Xi.

Chapter 11 about my classmate's brother (I)

Middle school life shouldn't be black history, and I didn't have any black history in middle school, which means I shouldn't feel ashamed when I'm seen by someone I know in middle school. Or there's no need to feel embarrassed about it either. So, I saw Wu Moxie and said hello.

But, when I saw Wu Mohee's scared face and the way he turned around and tried to run, I thought, I don't have a black history, but Wu Mohee should have a black history.

I was actually embarrassed because I didn't even know that Wu Moxie was a student from this school, and I don't have any memories of this girl from middle school. What's more, even if we are alumni of the same junior high school, there's nothing I can say about Wu Mo Xi because we're no longer junior high school students and we no longer have anything in common about junior high school together.

Then it's the same as the last time we already walked down the stairs. She was in front with her head down and not saying anything, and I was behind her with my hands in my pockets looking at the handrail next to her, which had been replaced with stainless steel again when I wasn't there, and had the cold touch of metal to it. It's like the way Qin Lan looks at me.

Both of us belong to the group of people who don't want to talk much, and even now we haven't even said hello. So now it's an awkward situation for both of us, that we don't want to talk or even see each other but still have to walk with each other.

Then, something even more awkward is that the two of us walked into the school building together, walked up the same stairs, walked to the same floor, and, also, stood in front of an office.

Wu Moxie and I looked at each other, and I saw the same puzzlement and surprise in her eyes as I did. I didn't remember Wu Moxie being in my class.

"Qin Feng... you..."

Wu Moxie whispered, perhaps to ask me why I was here.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "To see the teacher."

"Well..."

Wu Moxie seemed relieved to reach out and knock on the door, she knocked with the same great care as her people, I think she may have misjudged the significance of knocking on the door, knocking so that the people inside would realize you were outside, not so they wouldn't hear you.

I didn't ask her back what she was doing here because it had nothing to do with me and I didn't care at all why she was here.

"As a middle schooler don't you understand the difference between men and women right now? The teacher is telling you that what you're doing isn't a problem with your grades or your intelligence, it's a problem with your character, other things can be tolerated, but a problem with your character like this is absolutely intolerable!"

The door wasn't closed, and there was a voice from inside that was different from the one I heard on the phone, but it was also a very harsh voice that I had never heard before. Wu Moxie's body shook violently, and she raised her head sharply, while her hand gripped my arm tightly. I was confused and turned to look at her, frowning.

"Don't...don't...please...not yet..."

She lowered her head, her body trembling violently, she gripped my arm tightly, perhaps because of her nervousness and fear, every strand of her hair was shaking, and because of the trembling, she said words that I couldn't understand at all.