About my hopeless brother and sister

Song Yixin turned around, walked to the dining table, pointed to a room on one side and said, "Over there is the bathroom, Qin Feng, you go freshen up."

"Mm."

I nodded, yawned, and walked over there, then went into the bathroom. Turned on the faucet and held a handful of water and splashed it on my face. This won't give my brain a break at all, but it will stimulate it and tell it that your work isn't done and you're going to be busy for a while today.

Wait a minute!!!

What does this strange feeling feel like? Why does it feel like we're a newly married couple or a couple about to get married? I'm the one who's supposed to be explaining things, but why does it have to be like we're getting married? This is obviously not normal! No, no, no, this is supposed to be my illusion, this is my illusion, my illusion, maybe this isn't wrong, maybe this isn't wrong.

I wiped my face, and it suddenly felt as if, here, there was no towel for me.

So, whose is it that I'm using?

A faint scent....

Wait, what is this? If this towel was just used by Song Yixin, then at this point am I rubbing my face against Song Yixin's? No, no, no, that's not it. Isn't it the same kind of "indirect kissing" that's a meaningless innuendo that a bunch of bachelors invented to comfort themselves?

Song Yixin wasn't much different from her usual self, and I thought it would become very awkward when we met again, that Song Yixin wouldn't talk to me at all. However, Song Yixin wasn't any different from her usual self now, or rather, no different from a normal wife.

I touched my head and walked out with a complicated feeling. Song Yixin was already sitting at the dining table, taking a sip of soy milk. Then ripped open the fries skillfully and threw them in.

Okay, I knew Song Yixin was good at making western style breakfast. No, that shouldn't be western style. If I said that as long as there's juice it's a Western-style breakfast, I should be spat at for not having seen the world. I should say that it's a very modern breakfast, in the past, no one would make juice, right?

Song Yixin's style doesn't go well with greasy fries and soy milk that costs a dollar a cup. However, Song Yixin doesn't seem to hate it, and yes, no one would hate this kind of breakfast. The fact that this relatively old breakfast had survived until now was enough to prove that it was extremely resilient.

"Qin Feng, have something to eat."

Seeing me sit down, Song Yixin handed me a pair of chopsticks and said, "There are no ingredients at home here, but I remember some places that sell breakfast. I used to especially like this one's fritters, and when I went down there today, I didn't expect this shop to still be there, so I was happy. However, that uncle is no longer here, a new person is here, and sure enough, the fritters aren't as good as they used to be."

Song Yixin took a sip of soy milk and then smiled, her demeanor was very normal and not a little bit awkward, as if she was having breakfast with a friend. Honestly now we really are friends, except that before this Song Yixin confessed to me and was rejected by me. Did I seem a little too concerned about such things, was I overreacting a little?

"You're out alone in the morning, is everything okay."

What happened yesterday is still a bit scary now that I think about it, so I asked subconsciously.

Song Yixin was stunned, then laughed and said, "It won't be a problem, after all, it's already daytime, and I don't think anyone would have attacked me if it wasn't for that person. And, even if something like that happened, wouldn't the house still, have Qin Feng there?"

"Ah...um..."

I nodded somewhat awkwardly and hmmmed a few times in agreement.

Song Yixin put down her chopsticks and looked like she had already finished eating. She stretched a lazy waist, then moved her neck and said with a smile, "Actually, I don't particularly care about what happened yesterday because there's still Qin Feng after all, so I'm no longer afraid."

"That's good, I guess your aunt already knows about what happened yesterday. Today, your aunt should be bringing your cousin to apologize."

"That's great. I also want to show him that I like boys."

Song Yixin looked at me, proudly puffed out her boat chest, no no no, not her chest, but her breasts, and said, "I want them all to see how good the boy I like is."

Did I reject it a little enough yesterday? Or is that too euphemistic? Or was Song Yixin so sad yesterday that she forcibly forgot about it? Shouldn't I be, like, a little stronger now?

"That, Song Yixin, I...I'm not...um...no no no, I'm not saying I hate you, it's just that . it's just that I really, I can't be with you."

Some things can't be dragged out, some things aren't soft, some times aren't gentle, and when they're broken, they're not, I know this. Yes, I'm not one of those harem anime heroes, and yes, it is indeed a pleasure to be surrounded by a group of girls, and it is indeed exciting for a man to be liked by many girls, but, in the end, there must be a choice.

There is no equal love in this world, love must be biased, otherwise why should it be called love? Equal love is just words, a choice that must be made. And it must never be changed. This world is not an anime, this world is not so simple, the fairy tale is only written that "the prince and the princess lived happily ever after", but it does not explain the rest of the story. Days for women.

No, no, no, I think why there are so few of these fairy tales over there in Russia is because that's how the story is bound to end.

My life wasn't a call, a few girls would never allow me to have other girls around, Qin Lan would storm off, Lin Yiran would get angry, Wu Mo Xi would cry, Song Yixin would break up with me. This is, there's no way around it. In this world, there is no harem, and as long as women have their own rights, they definitely also want to possess it alone, exactly the same as men do.

"I know, last night, Qin Feng, you rejected me."

Song Yixin nodded with a smile, propped up her chin, looked at me with ease, and continued, "I know that you couldn't be with me, Qin Feng, and that you kept calling out that person's name while you were sleeping. Maybe it's nosy of me, but I think Qin Feng you should think about your answer again, I know who you like Qin Feng, but I know you'll have to turn back eventually. I'm not worried, I'll always be here waiting for you to come back. When you're faced with reality and your head is bleeding, come back, no matter when, no matter where you are, no matter how downtrodden you are, at that time, I'll hold you."

Song Yixin's eyes seemed to be plated with a layer of hard metal, her eyes, filled with determination, "I will always be behind you, waiting for you. It doesn't matter if you don't like me now, but, I will wait until, the day you like me. Moreover, you liking me and me liking you, are two different things, so you have no right to interfere with my freedom, Qin Feng, I will always be firm, and like you."

I looked at her dumbfoundedly, looking at her unconvincing eyes, and the momentum of her determination to come down, ah ah, I knew that at this time, if I said to go and persuade Song Yixin, I could only take it as a breeze, Song Yixin was right, however, my determination would definitely remain firm as well.

"You're also, what an incorrigible person."

Song Yixin laughed, stood up, and proudly said, "That's right, I'm an incorrigible tennis girl!"

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If you say you've been helping someone, do you fall in love with that person?

Well, maybe not. After all, caretaking and love are two different things.

If you are alone all the time, with only one person by your side, and he listens silently to whatever you say, and no matter what anyone says about himself he won't believe it and will only be with himself, will you fall in love with that person?

Maybe not, after all, gratitude and love are two different things.

If the person is always with you, even when you've been abandoned by the world, even when you have no one to be with, even when you can't do anything, nothing, and he's still there for you, soothing you, taking care of you, then will you love him?

I don't know what your answer will be, but Lin Yiran thinks it will be.

She liked Qin Feng. Always had, since childhood that is, maybe at that time, people said that the feelings in elementary school weren't feelings, it was just a slightly changing friendship. But she knew that she was the one who liked it, the one who liked it completely. It's the same thing that you've been doing since you were a kid until now.

When I was a child, all I was exposed to was a bunch of messy numbers, and the language I've been learning wasn't just Chinese, but the focus was on English. Obviously other kids are already very good at adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing fluently, yet they have already learned basic algorithms, they are not studying any multiplication tables, but the direction of finance, and the newspapers they read are all the English version of the Financial Times.

Self can't do anything, or rather, what a normal child must know how to do. Own can't play, can't use a spoon, and even, can't even speak well.

Because, the main language one learns is not Chinese, one is still able to communicate well, if at all, in English.

If that was the case, at that time, when it was small, at that time, when it was most capable of dividing into camps and groups, Lin Yiran, was destined to be liked by no one, no one who would pull together, no one, who would be with such a girl.

Himself, too, had been miserable, myself, and I wanted friends. What had made himself this way? It's the father, and it's all fatherly discipline. What kind of life do you experience every day of your own life learning and studying and watching something you don't like or understand or know why you're dealing with? What are you experiencing yourself? Himself, what the hell is going on?

"You must remember that you are now living for your own future, you are now going to live for Qin Feng's future, you are now going to live for all the others, and what you are carrying is the hope of countless others!"

What you, yourself, are carrying, is the hope of others, and what you are carrying, is the future of others.

So, who is carrying their own future? What about your own, when you carry someone else's world and your own future on your back? What about your own future? What about your own world? Why, why, do you just have to live for others? Why, can't you live for yourself?

I guess I've had this thought, myself, and I've also carried a grudge against Qin Feng. However, one could never be angry with oneself.

Because, it was also this boy, who fed himself lunch for two months in kindergarten because he couldn't use chopsticks.

This boy, who stood up and took himself away when others were excluding him.

This boy ha-zi, who accompanies himself, who accompanies himself who has no friends. He can't do anything on his own, nor can he play chess or play with him, except sit with him and talk about numbers that no one else understands, and financial stories that he hears.

But he wasn't bored, he wasn't far away from himself like the other kids, even laughing at himself for being an idiot, he was just beside himself, listening in silence. In the sun, in the shade, in the wind, in the rain, in the snow, that child's side face, but with a strong air of maturity, perhaps which time of the day, he still did not understand what was the perfect boy, what was the perfect partner, but at that time, he felt that Qin Feng was the most dazzling existence in this small world of his own. Like the sun.

Like himself, at that time, Qin Feng was very enthusiastic, and he would come to do things that no one in his class was willing to do. The things that no one in the class was willing to do, he would come and do. At that time, he took over the job of making paper flowers, and after assigning the work, he silently folded two hundred paper flowers himself.