Chapter 14
"Today will be a beautiful day."
On the fourth day, when I woke up in my brother's bed, this sentence popped into my head for no reason.
My brother and I got up at the same time, got dressed and washed up, and then went to the cafeteria hand in hand to buy breakfast.
I wrapped his hands in my sleeve and tucked them inside. When I took them out in class, they were still warm.
...
"Su Yu, the homeroom teacher wants to go to the office!" A classmate called me out from the classroom door with a gloating expression. Half asleep, I quickly tried to recall if I had done anything wrong recently.
No, why did you call me?
My brother came out at the same time. He saw that I looked dejected and asked me what was wrong and where I was going. I said that my homeroom teacher wanted to see me but I didn't know why. He said that his homeroom teacher also wanted to see him, so he could come with me.
Standing in front of the office door, I felt a sense of bewilderment, like someone about to die but not knowing why. My brother patted my back and pushed the door open.
"Here you are. Here's the thing: your parents messaged me saying that your brother and sister-in-law's child is having a 100-day celebration and they want you two to come back to attend. They've asked for leave for you."
Holy crap!
Extra holiday!!! For the second time!!!
Suppressing my excitement, I glanced at my brother, who was still standing quietly.
“Your homeroom teacher hasn’t arrived yet, so I’m just telling him for you. Your mother said she’s busy right now and can’t pick you up, so you should take the bus home by yourselves.”
My brother nodded to my homeroom teacher, and I followed suit.
As soon as I left the office, I was jumping around, eager to tell the whole world, while my brother seemed used to it and didn't react at all.
"Bro, we're on holiday! Aren't you excited?!"
"It's alright, but finals are coming up soon... Oh well, I guess I'll just take a break."
I don't understand why my brother is suddenly so focused on his studies. If it were his senior year of high school, I could understand, but we're not at that stressful stage yet, are we?
When I got to class, a few boys who had been using the demerit sheet as a task board surrounded me and asked me what was wrong. I didn't say anything, just shook my head. Seeing how anxious they were, I picked up my empty backpack and left.
I didn't see him when I passed by my brother's classroom. Why didn't he wait for me? That shouldn't be the case.
Later I saw him talking to a female teacher in the teacher's office, and he looked like he was reciting a text.
I waited outside for a while and saw my brother nod slightly to the teacher and then turn around before pretending to have just arrived.
"Hey, are you ready? Wait a minute, I just finished memorizing my notes."
My brother, clutching his thick, blue notebook that could probably kill someone, ran a few steps back to the classroom.
Then we walked away together with our backpacks on.
When we got down to the first floor, I was about to take his hand as usual when he dodged me. Then he pulled a roasted sweet potato out of his clothes.
"This was a reward from my English teacher, let's eat it together."
My brother was scalding his hands while opening the bag. I wanted to help him, but he gently nudged me with his elbow and said it was okay, just be careful not to burn myself.
Then he took out a small spoon from the paper bag. My brother weighed it in his hand for a couple of moments and realized that this was the only one available.
Great, there's only one!
My brother peeled the sweet potato until it was pointed, then brought it close to his nose and smelled it.
"It smells so good! You should have a bite!"
I held the spoon, and my brother held the huge sweet potato.
"It's so sweet, brother, you should have some too."
"Ah, feed me."
Holy crap.
I'm getting a little itchy to know how to feed him.
My brother was still staring at the golden-yellow flesh inside the roasted sweet potato, as if he were admiring a work of art.
"What? You're disgusted with me?"
How could I possibly dislike you, my dear brother!
So I carefully scooped out the prettiest spoonful, held the spoon in my right hand, and used my left hand to shield it from the bottom as I fed it to my brother.
His lips were so beautiful, completely different from other men's. They were translucent and pinkish, his teeth were white and small, and his tongue was even more...
Oh no, I'm thinking about things I shouldn't be thinking about again. It's all because my brother's tongue is too cute.
I saw him lick the bottom of the spoon with his tongue, and then, with the tip of his tongue, he ate it.
It was as if they were deliberately trying to seduce me.
So it became my brother holding the food while I fed the two of us.
It felt no different from feeding a house cat; my brother and the kitten were both soft and well-behaved.
I didn't enjoy being fed for long before my brother complained that I was too slow and that it would be faster to just gnaw on the food. He thought eating with a spoon was too inefficient, and at this rate, I'd be eating until we got home.
All right……
No! That would be even better!
I always bite the spots my brother has already bitten; after all, they're only so big, where else can I bite? Every time he reaches out his hand, there's a faint fragrance about it, maybe it's because I'm addicted to him, anyway, this leave of absence was really great.
It takes more than 20 minutes to walk from the school gate to the bus stop. We have walked home by ourselves a few times before, but we always went home with a group of classmates.
This time, it was just my brother and me. With so much less noise, we seemed to be quietly savoring this street that we had walked countless times before.
It turns out there was a shop selling rice, flour, and oil under the lush trees; it turns out there was a bookstore around the corner we had never been to before; it turns out there was a milk tea shop across from the bus stop.
It turns out we can talk so much without getting tired.
Would you like some milk tea?
"drink!"
"Let's go buy it then."
Once inside the store, I found a seat and waited. My brother scanned the QR code with his phone and came over, putting his right arm on my shoulder to support his entire body weight.
While his left hand was still scrolling through the menu, wondering what to order, he slowly moved closer and closer to me, his waist as soft as water pressed against me.
After much difficulty, he finally decided on the champion from the three cups of milk tea that made it to the final round, and handed me his phone to choose.
They even told me to hurry up and choose.
I took the slightly warm phone; the phone case still felt slippery and warm, as if my brother's hand sweat had been left on it.
My brother saw me looking at my phone like an old man reading a newspaper, so he took his arm off my shoulder and put it around my neck.
His right hand rested on my chin and chest, his face rubbing against my hair.
I should have shaved my head.
I was so absorbed in my brother's affection that I completely forgot about ordering. As I watched my fingers move sluggishly on the screen, my brother scratched my chin and asked what I was thinking about.
I'm thinking of you!
I randomly ordered a drink I hadn't tried before, and my brother got up and sat down opposite me.
We were all looking at our phones, and the milk tea was ready in no time. I took a big gulp.
It tastes awful.
My brother was still savoring it, but seeing my less-than-pleasant expression, he probably guessed what was wrong. He then pinched his straw and fed it to me so I could try it.
"Hey, this tastes so good!"
"Right! Chen Tianmo taught me how to do it this way."
"..."
I'm a little bit unhappy.
Are you two close?
My brother puffed out his cheeks and swallowed, thought for three seconds, tilted his head, and said, "It's alright, I feel like he likes me quite a bit."
"Uh... I mean he and I get along really well."
angry)
"Brother, this doesn't taste good, can I switch with you?"
Despite saying that, I had already taken his glass and almost finished it in three gulps. My brother, holding my glass, looked puzzled and asked, "Does it taste better when I drink it?"
Hey, I knew he wouldn't reject me.
My brother pursed his lips and took a suck.
"It's a little... it tastes bad."
Half of its pink tongue was hanging out. What did it look like? Like a Chihuahua emoji sticker printed by Qiu Jiajia. But my brother is cuter.
It didn't matter that it tasted bad; his glass was already empty, but my brother didn't ask me for it. Instead, he drank mine the whole way.
It's an hour's bus ride from the bus stop to home, but I'm not in a hurry, and my brother is relaxed too.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was my mom calling, telling us to be careful on our way home because she and my dad hadn't finished their business and wouldn't be back until evening.
"Oh, okay then, my brother and I will walk slowly."
That's great!
We sat in the back row of a two-seater, my brother sat inside, and he opened the window to let in some fresh air and make himself more comfortable.
My brother held his schoolbag in front of him, his two hands clasped together.
So cute... This round thing is so adorable...
The drive was so long, I thought we'd share wired headphones to listen to music and enjoy the scenery, just like in TV dramas, and reminisce about the beauty of youth.
As a result, I only brought Bluetooth headphones, and my brother started nodding off, almost falling asleep.
I saw him take a sip of the milk tea with his eyes closed, as if he couldn't hold it steady, and he seemed to wake up a bit. Perhaps stimulated by the taste, he opened his eyes, looked around, and then inexplicably clenched his fist and punched me twice.
Then I fell completely asleep.
He knew he wasn't comfortable sleeping like that, so he rested his head in the crook of my neck, shook his head and adjusted himself for a while before finally settling down and starting to sleep.
I love winter, I love the temperature difference between the back of my hand and my palm, I love the contrast between the cold outside and the warm inside, and I love that my brother can snuggle up to me comfortably like a kitten and sleep.
I hate roads that aren't properly repaired.
The huge jolts lifted my brother's head off me, and it was really funny to see his bewildered expression.
My brother used me as a support to steady himself before finally settling down. He was clearly still half asleep, but he couldn't fall back asleep either.
He took out his phone and took a picture outside. I glanced at it casually and saw that he was sending a message to Chen Tianmo...
"Brother, do you really like Chen Tianmo?"
"What?"
"..."
"I really didn't hear you, I just woke up."
"What...what do you think of Chen Tianmo?"
"Ah, um, it's alright, it's pretty good."
"So, do you like him?" I'm going to find a new way to play with the cuffs. My brother doesn't understand what kind of question this is, but he's still thinking about it seriously.
"I like him... I don't. He's more of a friend. He helped me a lot when I first became the class representative, and we also communicated frequently, so we saw each other quite often. What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, it's just that I feel you two are getting a little too close."
I lowered my head, my voice growing softer.
Just as I was fretting about how I had no status or position yet was being so jealous, I felt a slight itch on the tip of my nose.
"What's wrong? Aren't you happy playing with him?" My brother lowered his head to face me, his forehead touching mine, and lifted my head up.
"What's the big deal? It's your freedom to choose who you hang out with."
"Then I'll hang out with the person who took me to the bar."
"That won't do..."
It was only then that I realized what my brother was talking about.
"You came back that day, you were covered in alcohol and cigarette smoke, you didn't know that, did you?"
I turned to look at my brother. The wind outside the window swept the hair on his forehead, and a ray of sunlight shone in, etched into his eyes and the tip of his slightly red nose.
"elder brother……"
I don't know what to say anymore. All of this is just me struggling with myself. Su Yu still treats me like a younger brother, like a child with a temper.
We went to school together for so long that I've come to regard him as my "brother" in a more straightforward way.
He is my brother, the brother who would cry and come looking for me, the brother who would forgive me.
But when I was a child, he held me in his arms; now I'm big enough to hold him in my arms.
A strong belief suddenly welled up in my heart: I don't want Su Yu to treat me like a younger brother anymore. I want him to treat me as someone, even if it's just like Chen Tianmo, someone "suitable to be a friend".
If we can't break down this barrier of identity, there will never be an equal relationship between us. No matter what I do, he'll always treat me like a child.
I enjoy being treated like a child, but Su Yu, you're the only one I can't be treated like.
Su Yu is on the phone with his mother, telling her how long it will take for us to get home. He still takes care of everything for me like an older brother. With him around, I don't need to stand out.
"Yu Yu, Mom has something to say to you."
I took the phone from Su Yu, and my mother asked us a few questions as usual; I suspected that we always used the same script.
After hanging up the phone, Su Yu and I exchanged a glance, and the same question arose in our minds.
"Don't I only have one brother, you?"
"Don't you only have one brother, me?"
When I got home, my parents were on their way back. They said the plans had changed and they had to pack up and leave that night.
It turns out he's my aunt's son. I knew it! I only have one older brother, Su Yu.
Huh? What will Su Yu be like as the younger brother?
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