About my hopeless brother and sister

I hadn't thought about it once, I hadn't experienced it, and I really don't know how much humans can take on if this kind of thing happens. It's an unknown, and it's like many questions in the world that have more than one solution, there is no answer. No, there shouldn't be no answer, it should be said that there isn't a single answer.

I used to think I couldn't handle the responsibility so I wouldn't accept any invitations or requests for help. I don't trust others to carry the responsibility, or I'm not sure how much of it they can carry. So, I never cooperated, never asked for help, and never helped.

But now I've taken on a myriad of other responsibilities. The weight of each responsibility has been different, but without exception it has been very heavy. Either time, I have to do it with all of my strength and effort, and I hate carrying the responsibility, but when I carry the responsibility, I have to live up to it.

Right now, I'm carrying forty-five kilograms of responsibility.

Song Yixin was lying on my back, her hands tightly wrapped around my neck. She didn't cry, draped in my clothes didn't shed tears, didn't even sigh, she was very calm, calm breathing calm heartbeat, if I looked back, I could still see her eyes surveying the surroundings.

She was wrapped up by a few punks, maybe if we arrived a little late, Song Yixin's life as a girl would be ruined. When I think of this, I have a cold back fear. If that was really the case, what should Song Yixin do? Should I take on that responsibility?

Or who is going to take that responsibility? I even felt that if that kind of thing really happened, Song Yixin might not have a future. Song Yixin killing herself like the faithful women of the past was even possible, this wasn't something that she had done to me before, this was something much worse.

This is the most tragic thing a woman can experience.

The streetlights around us were dim, huge black moths pounding the streetlights and shaking the lampshades, which should have been transparent, but were filled with insect corpses, front and back, blocking out the light and seemingly blocking out the world. I carried Song Yixin on my back and walked quickly along the old streets.

Song Yixin's original home hadn't been sold, and her parents still came back here often, supposedly for work reasons.

So, I'm going to send Song Yixin to her original house now, so she can have a good rest. By the way, I really can't leave Song Yixin alone in it. Song Yixin's clothes weren't actually torn off much, but there was only underwear left in the chest area as a last line of defense. Maybe those punks weren't skilled after doing this kind of thing for the first time as well.

No, what I have to worry about right now is not the group of punks that almost got burned to death, if I hadn't stopped them, the furious Summer Hao would have really burned those punks to death.

Rather, it's the so calm Song Yixin.

There's no greater sorrow than to die, at this time, if Song Yixin cried out, if she cried out loud and hugged me to death, I would still think Song Yixin was normal. However, a girl who was almost raped is actually so calm at this time, as if nothing had happened, and she has no psychological shadow, which really scares me.

Is Song Yixin already so desperate that she doesn't care about such things?

Is this because Song Yi-xin wants to leave? The dead don't think about faces, and such things as chastity don't apply to the dead, or rather, only the dead get the chastity plaque.

I wanted to say something, but, but I didn't know what to say. I wasn't very good at talking, and at this point, all the cells that wanted to speak seemed to have died, leaving me with nothing but feeble thoughts.

Under the moonlight, under the streetlights, by the occasional slow passing car lights, I carried Song Yixin on my back, walking along the road in silence and worry. Song Yixin was silent, and I was silent, I was anxiously silent. Song Yixin, what kind of silence was it again? Perhaps for others, this silence was preceded by just one less definite sentence, but for Song Yixin and me, this one definite sentence was either the scythe of death or the circle of angels.

"My house, I live in this neighborhood."

Song Yixin suddenly spoke up as we reached the entrance of a neighborhood.

I stood up straight and looked at the neighborhood. It wasn't a luxurious neighborhood, just a very ordinary residential neighborhood with only two railings, and it was completely open all year round. There wasn't much greenery, just two flower beds, and at this time of year the dirt from the flower beds was still turning out. The guardhouse that was supposed to be manned was dark at this hour, and the streetlights inside the neighborhood were dim, as if even the bugs despised the light and didn't want to pass.

"The last row of buildings, the one in the middle, third floor. Here are the keys."

A bunch of keys jingled in front of me, and Song Yixin's voice had a hint of relief in it. She didn't seem worried about giving the key to a boy.

I paused, reached for the keys, stood in place, took a breath, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay, Song Yixin."

Song Yixin twisted behind me, sucked in a breath, and said, "It's nothing, they didn't rape me, they just touched me, and although it also made me want to die, I'm still, right now, quite happy."

"Why? What's the happy occasion?"

Song Yixin's words made me a little confused, they were completely without logical relationship, and although she said that she used though, it was still very strange.

"Because, Qin Feng, when you rushed in, your expression, it was especially scary."

Song Yixin's head gently rested on my shoulder, perhaps laughing, she tightly hugged my neck and said, "It was like you were going to, like, rip that group of scum apart, and your expression was really particularly scary and, like, very worried. I knew you were so worried about me, and I learned that no matter what happened to me, you would always show up to help me. It's really, really nice for a girl to realize that she has a knight so protective of her."

I shook my head sadly and said, "You should thank your brother for this, he was the one who told me where you were, so I rushed over here. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have known where you were."

"But didn't you find me right away when I ran away from home in the first place?"

I walked into the dark hallway, the door to the unit that was supposed to be a security door had already been destroyed, and the door was even blocked with bricks for easy access. This security is also really poor, but, this residential area does not have a single family to install security windows. Maybe that's trust.

"That's because it's not hard to find you, you won't get far."

The voice-activated lights in the hallway are still sensitive to a point, and I make my way up the stairs that seem to have been untouched for a long time.

"So, you really know me well, Qin Feng. Other than my parents, you're the one who knows me best. And also, you're the one who's always by my side. If it wasn't for you today, I would have been really scared, I would have cried, I would have made a scene, and I might have even attempted suicide. Before you came, I was all mentally prepared, but now, breathing in your scent, on your back, I'm really, really solid."

Song Yixin's words were laced with a soft chuckle, which was already an obvious hint, right? I opened my mouth to say something, but something seemed to be lodged in my throat, and it wasn't a dinner I hadn't eaten, nor was it a fishbone. And merely, I thought of what Summerhall had said to me before.

I couldn't, at a time like this, say something like that.

Take out the key and open the door. A dusty smell came over me, and I walked over to the sofa, lifted the sofa that prevented dust from falling, put Song Yixin down gently, then walked over to the window and opened it. The night breeze poured in, driving out the air of an unknown time ago. Then, I turned on the light.

The interior was pretty big, or rather, it was a very well laid out house, with every inch of space used perfectly. But the furniture was simple and plain, probably because they don't live here often.

Song Yixin sat demurely on the sofa, her back straight. Looking at it gave people a sense of dignity, if it were me, I would have just sunk into the sofa and wouldn't have thought so much about it. Song Yixin was worthy of being a lady's daughter, even if she was usually, she was much more polite than us.

I walked up to Song Yixin and looked at her, her face still had traces of tears on it, and the corners of her eyes were still red. Her lips were slightly pale and chapped. I gently touched her hand and asked, "Do you want some water, Song Yixin?"

"Well, please, but before you do, can you look me in the eye? I feel like, my eyes hurt a little."

Song Yixin blinked her eyes and smiled at me.

Do your eyes hurt? Hmmm...maybe because there was ash in it? Or did you cry a little too much? I leaned closer to the face that was as perfect as sculpture, so close that I could almost see the fine fuzz on her cheeks. The tenderness that usually radiated a golden glow.

The black pearl-like perfection of those eyes trembling slightly in front of me, but I didn't see anything different except for the redness and swelling. I wasn't a doctor, either, not to mention I didn't have any tools. There was no way to tell if there was anything wrong, and if there was, it would have to be a hospital.

"It's not...woo!"

I felt it, that different softness.

That softness with warmth, that slightly bitter taste, that trembling but bold touch. And the calming fragrance of Song Yixin's body, that petite body hugging my neck, that pair of catkins gently cupping my face. Those black pearl-like eyes slightly closed, she was a little scared, she was a little nervous, she was a little trembling, and that tentative little tongue was proof of that.

She was kissing me.

Song Yixin, was kissing me.

My brain was roaring, no, it would be better to say that nothing was left of it. I subconsciously hugged her, avoiding her attack, but I couldn't turn my head because her hand was right behind my head, kissing me gently. All that was left of me was the narrow, wet lashes.

I didn't know how long it had been, it seemed like a short period of time, or a long period of time. Song Yixin gasped slightly, and with a smile, gently moved her lips away. Under the light, there seemed to be strands of silver links remaining.

I looked at Song Yixin dumbfoundedly, completely unsure of what to say, what to do, what to do, what to do. I didn't even know, perhaps because there were so many things I wanted to say and do that I simply couldn't do them all at the same time.

"Thank you, Qin Feng. Now, I'm not thirsty. I'm still new to kissing and inexperienced, so I'm sorry if I'm not too comfortable, Qin Feng, but I think if we kiss more often, we'll be more comfortable later."

Song Yixin wiped her lips and smiled softly, under the light, her face was slightly red, was it because she was shy, or because she was holding her breath?

"No...not...this...that..."

"I hope to be taught more in the years to come. Although I don't understand the customs over there in Japan, I really like their words, I'm not talented, I hope to be taught more in the rest of my life."

Song Yixin hugged my waist and gently pressed her head against my chest, a few tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes.

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I thought it was going to be a confession, but it wasn't a confession at all, it was, like, a marriage proposal!