Draw a clear line
Song Shuyang fell ill at the right time. Before he recovered, he had forgotten all the grudges he had with Jin Zhou. With nothing to do, he ran to his room to flirt. Jin Zhou didn't understand, "Is there anything about my room that you are so fascinated by? How about I trade with you?"
Song Shuyang was reluctant to part with his 1.8-meter-long bed, and even more reluctant to part with his high-end ice silk mat. "You're so dreamy."
He thought about the day when Jin Zhou helped him wash the sheets. The emotion at that time was forgotten. He was such a heartless person. Now he took the initiative to ask Jin Zhou: "Hey, do you know how to do that?"
"Which one?"
He made a circle with his right hand, put it on the index finger of his left hand, made a rather obscene gesture, and said the word shamelessly.
Jin Zhou was playing a music game, his slender fingers dancing rapidly, without even glancing at him. "Of course I can do it, any man can. Do you want me to teach you?"
Song Shuyang simply ignored his dirty joke that only happened once every eight hundred years, sat down on the bed and asked him, "Would you watch that?"
Jin Zhou's tone was a little heavier, "Which one? You're talking about that every day."
"It's the kind with only two actors."
"crosstalk?"
"No! The kind with one man and one woman."
"Errenzhuan?"
Song Shuyang became anxious and stomped his feet beside the bed.
Jin Zhou quit the game, looked at him, and a malicious smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
When he smiled like that, Song Shuyang knew he was going to be a bitch. It was too late to cover his mouth. Jin Zhou said quickly, "That doesn't necessarily mean two people, nor does it necessarily mean one man and one woman."
Song Shuyang felt uncomfortable and curious, "What are those two men going to do..."
Jin Zhou kicked him in the back and said, "I don't know, get out of here."
Song Shuyang grabbed his ankle angrily and said, "Look, you're anxious again. I'm just asking!"
"So do you want to watch it or not?" he asked again.
Jin Zhou said irritably: "Don't look, your brother is frigid."
Song Shuyang discussed physiological hygiene with the only man of marriageable age in the family to no avail. He left the room with a feeling of depression. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind him: "I will still be broadcasting live in your room at 8 o'clock tonight."
"knew."
After dinner, Song Shuyang had nothing to do so he wandered around the yard. Song Nian was a person who appreciated the fun of life. He had built a flower bed in the open space, which was filled with roses and Chinese roses. Some of the roses grew wildly, with branches climbing all the way to the outside of the courtyard wall, attracting passers-by to stop and take pictures with their gorgeous flowers.
He looked at the flowers that were in full bloom and pestered Song Nian, saying, "Mom, let's build a swing outside."
Song Nian wasn't fooled. He poked his head and exposed him: "I'm going to make you a hammock! Don't you remember when you were little and you clamored for a hammock? Your brother painstakingly made one for you, but in the end, he used it a few times and then threw it in the attic to gather dust."
"I will definitely swing it every day this time! Please, mom, mom~"
Song Nian couldn't stand his coquettishness anymore, so she pushed him away and said, "Go find your brother. If he agrees, I'll do it for you."
Just then, Jin Zhou came out and asked, "What are you going to do to me this time?"
Song Shuyang instantly changed the target of his coquettishness, looked at Jin Zhou with bright eyes, and put his arm around his shoulder, "Brother, can you make a swing for me?"
Unexpectedly, Jin Zhou agreed very readily this time, "Okay."
But he added, "You have to agree to one condition of mine."
"If you have something to say, just tell me. As long as I can do it, I will definitely go through fire and water for you!"
Jin Zhou showed his signature smile again, which he always showed before doing something bad. Song Shuyang felt a chill in his heart and a sense of fear surged up again.
But in the end, Jin Zhou just said: "From now on, you must knock before entering my room every time."
Song Shuyang subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, "What's so difficult about this? Just agree to it."
Song Nian smiled and said, "Brother is still good to you."
"Good, it's good, very good!"
Jin Zhou grabbed his face and said, "Little flatterer." But there was an indulgent smile on his face.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Song Shuyang pulled Jin Zhou to start the live broadcast on time. For some reason, hundreds of people came on the show right after it started.
"What's going on? Has it been recommended?"
Someone in the livestream gave him directions: [From the video of the guy in black clothes laughing and shaking his head, so cute, I'll take a bite]
Song Shuyang glanced down. He was wearing a white T-shirt today. The man in black was Jin Zhou. His phone was live streaming and it was inconvenient to log out. He reached out and said, "Lend me your phone."
He took it and unlocked it by facing Jin Zhou's face, then entered the keywords according to the prompts on the barrage.
The first video has a classic marketing account voiceover: [A netizen stumbled upon a livestream of a singing session. The atmosphere between the guitarist and the singer was fantastic. The netizen asked if they were a couple. The singers laughed and shook their heads, instantly empathizing with the lyrics. Who understands restrained love! Who understands the size difference! Who understands sexual tension!]
There are thousands of likes, and the comment section is going crazy.
Song Shuyang felt a chill run down his spine. If someone had said this before, he could have joked with the commenters, but now he had a vague sense of boundaries with Jin Zhou. He quickly left and returned the phone to Jin Zhou. "How could anyone be teasing us? It makes me sick just thinking about it."
He turned to the screen in front of him and said seriously, "Stop talking nonsense, okay? We are brothers."
The barrage of comments was quiet for a while, and within a minute, half of the people left the live broadcast room.
Song Shuyang was shocked. These people were too realistic!
Jin Zhou picked up the guitar and asked, "Are you still playing it? If you don't want to play it, then don't play it."
"Play it, why aren't you playing it? Give me the guitar."
Jin Zhou said, "You sing, I'm not in the mood."
He played "Ordinary Friends" to himself.
Song Shuyang's voice is brighter than Jin Zhou's, and he is very suitable for singing this kind of R&B. However, he can't sing some high notes, so he can only hum a few times to fool around. However, his voice is clear and pleasant, and the way he tried to hold back his laughter to avoid the high notes has a kind of playful and cute feeling. He finally retained the rest of the people in the live broadcast room.
When I finally ended the show, I made a little over a hundred dollars.
Looking at his first income in life, he quickly put the issue of being a "CP" out of his mind and generously transferred fifty yuan to Jin Zhou, saying, "Use it to have some Kaifeng cuisine."
Jin Zhou accepted the money and said, "Thank you for your kindness."
"Why are you playing emo songs all the time today? Are you heartbroken?"
"I've never been in love, so how can I be heartbroken?"
After hearing what he said, Song Shuyang's strange feeling towards him for the past few days finally eased a little, and he felt that Jin Zhou had returned to his old self.
"Go to bed early. I'm going to bed too. I'm so sleepy." He yawned.
"Zizi," Jin Zhou suddenly called him, "If you feel uncomfortable staying with me, you can keep your distance from me. I won't alienate you because of this."
When mammals encounter something they don't understand, they tilt their heads 15 degrees, as if this helps them think better. Song Shuyang also tilted his head in this way and asked, "What does that mean?"
"Your psychological maturity cannot keep up with your physical maturity, so that day you lost your temper for no reason and felt that I was a stranger. This is normal because you realize that we are not children anymore."
Jin Zhou sighed and continued, "Right now, your direction of courtship is still a little vague. Before you can fully control yourself, don't become too dependent on anyone other than your mother, including me, okay?"
Song Shuyang was confused by what he heard. The only thing he could grasp was the feeling of loss spreading through his body. He instantly lost all energy.
"Just tell me you want to draw a line between you and me."
As he said this, Song Shuyang's bright eyes were covered with a layer of mist again, and his eyelids were trembling slightly. Jin Zhou wanted to reach out and poke his face, as he had done countless times before, but in the end he restrained himself and withdrew his hand.
He didn't want to use his identity to maliciously guide Song Shuyang's sexual orientation.
Song Shuyang's teasing was completely out of habit and ignorance, but he was not like that. He understood everything, and he also knew that he had been seducing Song Shuyang openly and secretly.
He has to stop doing this until his sexual orientation is determined.
But Song Shuyang was still sad. He lowered his head and bit his lower lip. After waiting for a long time without any response from Jin Zhou, he said with a gloomy expression: "I understand. I will pay attention next time." Finally, he closed the door quietly.
Jin Zhou sat on the chair, his usually upright back slumped down weakly.
…
Song Nian felt that his ears had been a little too quiet recently.
Song Shuyang didn't know what was wrong with him. He hadn't been making any noise lately. When she went to work, he would just stay in the room quietly and occasionally play the guitar.
Although it was a good thing that he was not annoying, it was also unsettling to be too quiet, especially since Jin Zhou upstairs basically stayed in his room 24 hours a day. He would only come out to cook dinner when she was about to get off work, and then go back upstairs after eating.
She felt that the atmosphere between the two brothers was a bit weird, so she found a time to talk to Song Shuyang.
Song Shuyang sat on the bay window, holding his guitar, looking like a melancholic love song king. Song Nian knocked him on the head, "Did you have another fight with your brother?"
Song Shuyang suddenly asked: "Mom, do you think Jin Zhou will get married?"
"Of course, my brother is so well-off. If he wants to get married, he will be able to do so soon."
Seeing his absent-minded look, Song Nian pretended to understand, "Oh~ So someone is reluctant to see my brother get married."
"I don't know how to put it, but just thinking about him getting married and having kids makes me feel really bad."
Song Nian smiled. "That's normal, Yangyang. Every younger sibling goes through this. Think about it. Since childhood, there's been a child older than you who's played with you, who's taken the blame for your misfortunes, and who's taken you home when you're sick. Besides your parents, the person who cares about you the most in the world is you. But one day, that person's connection with you grows weaker and weaker. Slowly, the person they love and care about the most becomes just another stranger. Anyone would feel bad."
Listening to Song Nian's words, Song Shuyang felt as if his heart was soaked in vinegar, and he felt sour all over. He pouted and asked, "Can't Jin Zhou wait until I get married before getting married?"
"My brother is more than five years older than you. If I wait until you get married, I'll be a bachelor forever."
This was indeed a problem. Song Shuyang used his strong logical thinking ability to deduce a solution: "Okay, then I'll get married early, so that he won't become a bachelor forever."
Although he got beaten up in the end.
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