Something's wrong, they're not NPCs?

Maybe things are going to get serious.

“That’s too much.”

"My brother-in-law just watched me like this... doing terrible things."

"unacceptable."

"so……"

She grabbed Su Ming's hand with her other hand and pressed it against the cafeteria window.

"Brother-in-law...can you feel it?"

"My heart is beating really fast right now. Super super super fast... I feel like it's going to jump out."

"..."

"Brother-in-law, don't bear it."

"Do whatever you want to me. Well, I can do anything. I am willing to do anything. As long as I am your brother-in-law."

Chapter 204 It’s Over

12 month 2 day.

early.

I occasionally actively seek out a state of virtual daze. Of course, there is no such word in textbooks, but I just think so.

Simply focus your sight on a certain point and actively filter out other clutter. It's like opening a wide aperture to blur the background when taking a photo of someone. Pursue depth of field.

What on earth made those holes?

The size is perfectly adequate for a van.

"...I'll go down and take a look."

The temperature has dropped a bit today. I can no longer bend over and expose my neck shamelessly.

My brother-in-law wore a jacket with a stand-up collar, not caring about his image at all… He turned up his collar. Particles of snow occasionally fell on his shoulders and hair… It was easy to form a picture that I thought was perfect.

If I could take a good picture of it, I might choose to use it as my computer wallpaper.

Ok.

Of course it can’t be a mobile phone wallpaper. Wouldn’t it be the end if someone saw it?

Isn't the skewed and twisted building dangerous? Even though it looks like the two sides together form a triangle.

What if people go in and the place collapses?

"Okay. Then I'll find a place to wait here. You can call brother-in-law if you need anything."

If you have any problem, you can shout immediately.

I also felt that if the building collapsed... I would die and my brother-in-law would be buried underground.

Is there something wrong with your thinking?

"..."

I watched my brother-in-law hammer the expansion bolts into place, then tie the ropes and go down without changing his expression. It must be very deep and high, and it would take at least half a minute to hear the echo after throwing something down.

He just had a small flashlight and a rope tied to his wrist, and he fell down without changing his expression.

There is a difference between my sister and I.

When my sister was in high school, there were many men who were attracted to her by her appearance, temperament, and family background. There is no doubt that anyone who dares to confess to such a dazzling sister must have an excellent image on the surface.

But soon, as they were ruthlessly defeated one after another, they were even defeated to the point of losing their will. Unfriendly names such as ice face, gossip, and female fist were spread. The charm of the sister's appearance was still there, but no one dared to confess to her casually.

What is the difference between me and you?

I don't hate men as much as my sister. I'm not as charming as my sister at the beginning, attracting so many confessions. After all, I always wear sportswear and don't deliberately pursue "decency" like my sister. It seems that it will be easier to get along with, right?

So, they would always send me some inexplicable messages after three days or a week. My view on men is that we are all in the same school, so why should we be so distant? I am also a human being, and I need to socialize. But they seem to be just like my bestie said, they only think with their lower body.

I gradually understood what my sister said before. The boys in school are very immature. When they see a girl, they always focus on her appearance and figure first, then look at themselves... If they think there is an opportunity, they will come and cling to her.

But what if society, men and women are originally structured like this?

In other words, men are meant to look at women with scrutiny and selection, and women are meant to accept being selected. Marriage is a derivative of the law of animals, in order to increase the ability to resist risks.

I was confused for a long time.

Until I saw with my own eyes that there were office workers who looked like homeless people on the train, chewing cheap bread without paying attention to the surprised and disgusted looks of people around them. Crumbs flew everywhere.

That is definitely uncivilized behavior.

But I suddenly understood. My sister was in a nursing home and couldn't recover and integrate back into normal life. Just because I'm not in a nursing home, does that mean I can integrate?

There is no necessary connection between the two.

Originally, I would grow up little by little, enrich my knowledge little by little, and develop a normal view of others in a normal society. But now it is different, and my life trajectory has changed.

I look at men and I judge them.

He's fancy and doesn't like it.

He's a jock, so he must always stink. Better not get too close to me.

He looks good, has a good family background, and good grades, but he is not as good as my brother-in-law. Why do I come to this conclusion? My brother-in-law is not handsome, and he doesn't have the body to participate in a bodybuilding competition. His speech and manners are not very elegant. Even my brother-in-law and I don't have the same hobbies.

At first, it was just a comparison. The more I compared, the more I fell into the memories that I had beautified.

I watched Leon the Professional alone in my private theater at home. I think that was when I got the idea to write… I wanted to draw a story where adults and children could finally have a happy ending.

Anyone who can laugh at that kind of story must be a terrible person.

But I just wanted to be happy at that time, because my sister and my father... all thought I was normal. I was hope and a role model.

The more I recall, the more I draw… I dream about what I think about during the day. I dreamed about some not-so-healthy scenes.

When I get to the critical point, I will wake up immediately.

That's easy to understand too.

After all, I have no experience and I have no idea what to do. Even if I dreamed that the people in the bathroom were me and my brother-in-law, and my sister was me waiting at the door, I would not know what to do secretly in there.

'Do you have a website like that?'

'ha? ’

Of course my best friend would be very surprised. After all, I have always been a good kid, so asking her for a porn website or something like that is unimaginable, right?

"At most I'll go to b2 to read some fan fiction."

Fan fiction?

'It's Nantong. Handsome guy, please stay.'

not interested.

"I don't know what's wrong with you... let me ask."

It is easy for a girlfriend to pull a boy from the fish pond and ask about the resource website. She complained that the man she was chatting with would definitely ask her this kind of question specifically, thinking that there was a chance.

I stupidly opened the website with QQ, but it was blocked by the security center. I shamelessly asked my best friend and found out that I had to copy the URL to the browser to open it. That was my first time to enter a risky web page with a red exclamation mark, and the various flashing ads made me feel uncomfortable.

'...'

So this is how men and women are.

It's like it was specially prepared by the Creator when he created humans. Women just happen to have a depression, and men just happen to have a place to make up for it.

Even though there are mosaics, it doesn't prevent me from imagining what it looks like.

After all, I am a reference. I also learned about the structure of men in physiology class.

I have doubts...

I have heard that kind of noise before, and I have heard the noises from my sister and brother-in-law next door in the supermarket. At that time, I thought that my sister and brother-in-law were arguing and my sister was crying.

Now I know it’s not about quarreling or crying.

Will it be comfortable?

I can't imagine.

But it doesn't stop me from dreaming. As if in response to me, I won't wake up suddenly at the critical moment when I dream about staying in the bathroom with my brother-in-law. There is a follow-up.

At that time, I simply found something wrong with my body after getting up. I also came to the conclusion that at least in my dream, I did something with my brother-in-law that was probably not much different from what I did with my sister, so it wouldn't hurt.

My sister is stupid.

I told her that love requires courage and directness.

But I was just a half-baked person. How could I be so absolute? I couldn't even confirm whether my brother-in-law was my brother-in-law at first. My father told me that if I could fool my sister... I could let my 'brother-in-law' play the role of my brother-in-law.

I was tormented for a while. But fortunately, my brother-in-law didn't need to play the role of brother-in-law. Because he was himself. My sister is not so easy to be deceived. My brother-in-law is not so easy to play either.

But here comes the problem.

My brother-in-law will marry my sister. He will definitely do that.

When my brother-in-law is not around, my sister and I are no different. We both cannot see our brother-in-law, and we both live in a society that already feels detached. It’s just that I hide it very well, while my sister suffers more than me, and there is no need to hide it.

Now my brother-in-law is back from the dead. Although it is unbelievable, it is the fact.

I bought the plane ticket excitedly, but then I thought about the dream I had and I gave up in despair.

From that moment on, I knew that I had committed a grave sin and had disrespected my sister and brother-in-law.

I shouldn't...recall so often, and demand so often that it brings me relaxing dreams like an addiction. If I had realized it earlier, I would definitely still be a lovely sister.

I had already started apologizing at that time.

'sorry. ’

I… got emotionally involved in the process of recalling the past. Too much fantasy and emotion would give me a pleasure like being addicted, but in reality, all of this would backfire, and after I finally saw my brother-in-law and sister being so sweet together, it became a source of pain.

just now.

Peeping into the bottomless hole. Debris and rubble were scattered around. Looking up, tall buildings were still standing outside... but they were all a little crooked. Like a undried clay sculpture that was deformed after being shaken.

The snow never faded from my sight. I squatted alone in the lobby a little further inside the cave. It should be the lobby of some company, right? There were some tables and sofas that were deformed by the concrete blocks... For some reason, the ground wire inside the wall was taken out, maybe they were planning to do some renovation.

"..."

Dream world.

dream.

I held out my hand, and it was clean... The lines on it were commonly known as a broken palm. They said that a broken palm represented a relationship or fate that one had been thinking about all the time, and it would suddenly and forcibly be severed.

I wasn't dreaming. If I was dreaming, I shouldn't have felt the deformed table corner hitting my butt when I sat down.

"what."

I won’t feel cold and can’t help but blow out hot air and hold it in my palms.

I’ve done shit.

I mean, every day I let my brother-in-law touch me after he fell asleep. It was like Pandora's box. I thought it would be over once, but it turned out to be the last time. I thought it would be over in ten seconds, but watching my brother-in-law not feel anything, it took countless more seconds.

Being touched by my brother-in-law was different from the self-satisfaction and security I imagined on my own.

He can really touch any part of me that I want to be played with. When I think of my sister's gentle smile, I feel a strong sense of guilt.

But the shameful thing is... I can't help but have a stronger response.

I used my brother-in-law's hand.

I was touched by the baby cafeteria, muttering to myself, shamelessly asking him to decide between me and my sister. I even directly enlarged the gap between my legs and held them.

I heard.

Being teased by someone you like... can easily become weird. It seems to be true.

My most precious thing should be given to the man I truly love, the man who can accompany me for the rest of my life.

My brother-in-law doesn't meet the criteria. He has an older sister, and she's pregnant.

But now I have only one thing on my mind.