About my hopeless brother and sister

Sure enough, the noise there stopped and there was silence. The pen didn't fall, maybe it was just suspended in the air. For her, there's probably no answer to that question. I wriggled around, sitting here was making me a little uncomfortable because of my wet pants. I understood her confusion, and I wouldn't have blamed her if she'd written down that she didn't want to.

Because I know why.

"Please answer quickly."

The pen hesitated, then, on the table, tapped a few times.

I couldn't hear what was written.

"Okay, I'll take the note. It will be returned to you later under your gift, um, so, let's look at the boys' side..."

He turned and looked at me with a smile and said, "The questions for the boys are actually very simple and you answered them at the beginning. So, first question, are you sure that the girl you found is the girl for you?"

"Yes."

"Second question, what kind of girl do you like?"

Ah, this question...well...it's very hard to say. You have to say, what kind of girl do I like, or rather, if you ask every guy what kind of girl he likes, it's probably not very good to say. If it's a little more superficial, big breasts, round ass, long legs, thin waist? I don't think any boy would hate this kind of standard... I don't want to talk to you guys if I'm breast poor... But, is this going to make me like a girl? Why do I have to add what I like? Because the question is what I like, what "I" like.

I am a boy, but I am not the only boy. How can I prove that "I" am myself, if my choice is based on the same criteria as the "boy"? "I'm a unique individual among boys, and although I'd like to be the same as everyone else in the assembly line, I still have ideas. It's like those anemic milk controllers, who are boys but have their own criteria for selection.

I'm a special being.

"I like, well, special girls."

"A special girl? Can you be more specific?"

"Well, that is to say, she is excellent...er...unique...the kind that is different from other girls...if she and other girls are If it's the same, how can I tell her apart?"

The man looked at me, those dark glasses staring at me for a while, I felt like my time was flying by...well, can you ask quickly, I'm having a pretty hard time sitting here.

"Well, then, one last question."

He smiled an ambiguous smile and said, "Please tell this girl next to you how you are, judging her."

I turned around and looked at the red curtain, and the girl sitting across from me had a beautiful silhouette of her body reflected in the curtain. I took a deep breath and said, "The smell."

"Taste?"

"Mmm, the smell, the smell of shampoo."

I looked across and said softly, "I smell all of you, ah, no, I don't smell Song Yixin, I haven't had much physical contact with Song Yixin, I'm not familiar with the smell of her shampoo. But, Qin Lan, Lin Yiran, and my sister's shampoo smells exactly the same, I'm completely lost between the three of them, I don't know how to differentiate between them, but I know that out of those four, the unique one is you."

How can I tell you apart from the other girls if you're just like the other girls? Chairman Lin Yiran was all the same, and I couldn't distinguish them at all. However, I could smell that unique scent, and of all the scents I was familiar with, only hers was so fresh and light that I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't breathed carefully.

Maybe I still wasn't sure when I smelled it, but at the end, when I took her hand, I knew. Such a small hand, such a scared grip on mine, and she owned it, only she.

She was my that, the one and only girl.

Shadow, visibly startled, turned around and grabbed the curtain. I could see her tiny fist, bringing the curtain to tremble.

"Wu Moxie."

I gently, to both of them, said the girl's name.

"Qin Feng!"

That side was startled for a moment, then, that side suddenly moved, grabbed the curtain, hard, and hugged me. Under the violent tearing sound accompanied by the girl's choked cries, the curtain was ripped off and over me, and I was knocked down by the girl who jumped on me, and Wu Mo Xi held me tightly, dying through the red curtain. The young girl's head was resting on my chest through the curtain, her face was red with excitement, and there were one or two teardrops in the corner of her eyes, she was holding me in a death hug, choking on my name.

I don't know what's wrong with her, but I also hug her gently with my backhand. Lan and Lin Yiran may have wanted to be closer to my sister, but if they were the same as my sister, why wouldn't I choose her?

The young lady was wearing a wedding dress and hugged me tightly through the red cloth.

"Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng Qin Feng"

I feel that I will never forget this scene for the rest of my life.

Her hair hangs down on the tip of my nose, the faint scent of flowers vibrates my lungs, Wu Moxie is like this fragrance, although faint, but, when everyone is wearing heavy makeup, she is the most elegant one.

"Ah la la, so excited, well, also, I guess this kind of thing will happen several more times. Before you go, though, I'd like you to put up the curtain."

The young man looked at us and said with a smile. Wu Moxi raised her head and looked at me, the shy redness on her face becoming more and more obvious, I felt that if I said that I would give Wu Moxi a snail shell at this time, I reckon she would get into it and never come out.

"It's nothing, I'll put it on for you."

Pushing away the shy shrinking Wu Mo Xi, I stood up, well, the clothes were already wet, being so messed up, I guess it's covered in mud... Uh, can I borrow your high-pressure water gun later?

The young man smiled and took out a penguin made of a shell from under the table, a craft that the old lady must have made. He folded the note and threw it into the penguin's stomach, then, handing it to Wu Moxie, he said, "Please take your gifts, and thank you for your participation. As for how the girls answered, boys, ask yourself."

Well, do you think Wu Moxie will tell me?!

So, I guess I'll never know the answers to those three questions for the rest of my life.

"That, clothes..."

Wu Moxi looked at the wedding dress on his body and asked somewhat shyly. The young man was stunned and said, "You have to walk back, to the starting point there, your clothes on there, well, remember to hold hands ah..."

Nani? Excuse me!

me? That's enough! That's enough! You want me to walk back like this? I think the fact that I chose Wu Mo Xi is enough to kill me once, and the fact that I'm holding hands and going back is definitely enough to kill me a second time!

Wu Moxie looked at me in fear, like a frightened rabbit, but she couldn't run away yet. I helplessly touched my head, then said, "Well, do you have any other solutions?"

"No...no...no..."

Gently, I took Wu Moxie's hand.

But this time, Wu Moxie didn't shrink her hand into a tiny ball for me to hold. Instead, he also held my hand.

The stars, the streetlights, the festive crowd watching us laughing and whistling.

Beside us, the girl in the wedding dress, the hand, the catkin held tightly. The corners of her eyes, the girl with a shy redness, despite her shyness, the girl was still attached to me, the two of us gently rubbing the fabric, all the way, did not separate.

This visit to Hainan was not my intention, and I have not changed my mind about this matter of tourism. I still feel that it's something that costs money to suffer.

But, this tour, with this scene, this journey, this person.

I also feel that I can, take this memory, to the grave.

Well, looking at the four people already waiting at the end of the line.

I'll really, I'll take this memory, to the grave, I guess.

Chapter 122 on the night of my dangerous homecoming

In fact, something like a first impression, or an idea that is ingrained in a person's mind, does need to be changed, or cannot be used as a basis for doing something.

Especially if this thing is still important, you can't think on personal ideas or taken for granted opinions, you have to make a well thought out decision. Because there has to be a sense of responsibility, like the front desk of a hotel, you can't just give out a spare room card, right, you can't just give it to her because she says she's the sister of the person living in it, you have to ask if it's really lost....