About my hopeless brother and sister

The black shadows that oppress us....

"Sister... Sister... come and taste it!"

"Sister, I've learned another dish oh! You're going to taste it!"

"Sister, sister, I cleaned up the house oh!"

"Sis, the lights at home have been broken lately, I'll come back tonight to fix it."

"Sis, I'll go make you a system if you want one for this computer, it's not that hard."

"I don't want to say anything, but I want you to stay away from my sister, you're not even qualified if you want to be with my sister."

"You too, sis, you have to know how to say no even if you're stuck with someone else all day."

Maybe in the eyes of others, I'm a genius, a girl with beautiful and elegant character, and it's also true that I've always given others the appearance of an image that won't annoy any mistakes, and the mask I've shown others is a goddess who won't make mistakes elegantly and intelligently.

But I also make mistakes, or I make a very serious mistake, although in ancient times this could not be a mistake but a normal thing.

I like my brother.

I've watched my own brother grow up, I can him grow from a skinny, wimpy kid, there for me, supporting me, together, growing up. I could see him getting to be almost as tall as I was, I could see his back chest becoming as broad as a boy's, and I could no longer hold his wide boy's hands.

I began to rely on my brother, and I began to feel comfortable giving him everything.

He was, no longer, a child.

I can still remember the texture of the first dish he made by stepping on a stool and following a recipe he couldn't quite recognize. It was a black, disfigured fried green pepper, watching his happy smile, taking the first bite, tears, coming to his eyes.

I never regretted my choice, I never felt hard that I had to take care of my brother as a middle schooler.

Because, like me, I know that my brother is constantly working hard for the life we have chosen.

As long as we're together, we can overcome any obstacle, no matter what.

As long as we're together....

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"Brother brother brother brother brother..."

"Get away from me, I'll cut you down if you hug me again."

Well....

A brother like this....

It's pretty cute too....

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Startled, I looked at myself in the mirror.

The self in the mirror, looking out of the mirror, gently reached out and pressed his hand to the mirror. The mirror's self, also reaches out, hand to hand, but feels only the coldness of the mirror's surface.

What was separating yourself from your mirror self?

The left hand gently grasped the long hair on his forehead, the hair he had kept for so long, the last and most reassuring layer of protection he had ever had, under which he had dared to speak to others, under which he had been able to communicate with others.

Long hair blocks your eyes and the eyes of others looking at you, yourself, so you don't get nervous and afraid of others looking at you.

"How about cutting the bangs short on your forehead first?"

He said so.

With his right hand, he picked up the scissors on one side, gently, and placed them on his forehead. Looking at your long hair that you once had for a long time, deeply, take a breath.

"Yes!"

The right hand pushed hard.

A few long strands of hair, swaying to the ground....

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Well, hello, everyone.

Not sure how it started, well, yes, I'm really not quite sure. Because, I'm still new to the narrative, how should it have been before? Well, maybe a whole bunch of weird and wonderfully diverse life lessons involving the philosophy of art first?

Well, maybe that's the way it should be, but unfortunately I'm not that guy, I'm not very good at thinking about weird and wonderful things in my brain, after all, I don't have much time to think every day, unlike my brother, who is all kinds of everyday dazed, no, you could say dazed has been his daily routine.

I'm sorry sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, maybe you should have realized by now by reading this that the person here now is not the boy who was smelly all day before. Without further ado, let me introduce myself.

My name is Qin Yun, the Qin of Qin Han, the rhyme of rhyme, I am the president of the student council and the first in my senior year group, if you call me a genius I won't be modest, if you call me a hard-working genius I won't be sophomoric, then just think of me as a hard-working genius.

As for the appearance...well, what can I say, there are still a lot of boys who like it, I guess. I think for the beautiful setting, was it my brother who gave you guys a long tug on it a long time ago? Then I'll leave it at that, I don't think I'm convincing myself that I'm good looking, so I should use what guys think is bad looking as the standard.

Okay, okay, boring words end here, I have a lot going on in my day, and as my dear brother says, the more I receive the more I have to give, so he won't show his talent, and I need to say here, well, if I'm a hard-working genius, then my brother is probably a genius who holds a cookie milk straw in his mouth and claps his hands lazily on the side.

How can I put it, my relationship with my brother, let's say, can be analogized to Sherlock Holmes and his brother.

However, Sherlock is not a brother-controller, however, I am a brother-controller.

Yes, I'm a disciple-controller, and a hopeless one at that.

You can see the way my brother is sleeping in my arms, watching his face which used to stink every day with a relaxed and lazy smile, buried in my chest, breathing steadily. The first thing that I want to do is to take a look at my brother, who has just finished his bath last night, and his skin is smooth and delicate, with a slight scent of mint, which makes me feel as if I've been drinking alcohol. His arms hugged himself as tightly as he could press his body against mine. That side of his face was right in front of me, breathing softly.

Be reasonable, be reasonable how seeing this scene every morning doesn't make my blood run cold! Even if I were a girl I'd still have feelings for my brother! Not to mention the fact that his younger brother was no longer the innocent child he had been when he was younger, now he was a normally developing high school boy!

Something seems to be holding itself back....

No way! No way!

Qin Yun you need to calm down, you need to calm down, think about it, think about this young man in your arms, he's your brother! He's your own brother! Your affection for him should be pure affection, not this evil affection! Get control of your hands! No! No! Don't reach over! Never....

No, no! No way! Get your hands off me! No way! I can't! My hand! My brain can't control my hands! Help!

"Sister..."

As if sensing danger, my brother moved his body, and the hand wrapped around my back loosened and withdrew. Perhaps a little numb from the long embrace, withdrawing it, he withdrew, perhaps deliberately or not, and placed his hand, on.

On my chest.

"Yelp!!!"

My brother touched me! It was touched by my brother! Touched by my brother!!!!!