About my hopeless brother and sister

Gently, I took hold of the chairman, who looked back, tilted his head in puzzlement, looked at me, and asked, "What's wrong, brother?"

I nodded, looked at her face in the neon light, clear and blurry, took a deep, silent breath, and said.

"Sister, that...I like you!"

Chapter 201 about my world that will eventually be gentle.

Words that are spoken cannot be taken back. Words are such a thing, invented by mankind, the most powerful tool, by virtue of words, mankind can understand what is destruction, what is war, by virtue of this one or two words, there will be countless people he went to war, there will be countless people died.

It is the same for us, the greatest power of words is not the words themselves. For words themselves are but the trembling of the vocal cords. The greatest power is influence.

And I have just now, just now, spoken the word that confronts everything that is now. I just now, just now, spoke the words that could shatter all of my life right now. It's a word that is not yet acceptable in this world, or rather, it's common sense that this is the most basic ethic of human evolution.

I stared at the chairman dumbfounded, I had prepared myself for all the expressions I thought the chairman might show, the puzzled, the teasing, the mocking, even the angry. I had thought of it all, and I was prepared for all the treatment I might receive. There are some things that, if not said now, are not coming. All of the later, all of the coming later, are just reasons to be cowardly, and if you can't say it at the time, what makes you think you'll be able to say it later? It's not pitiful that you disappointed others with your cowardice and then pretended to be pitiful afterwards, but rather than weeping now, you should have had courage at that time.

So, I spoke those words.

I spoke my mind.

The president stood there, a pair of eyes staring straight at me, I looked at those eyes, even in the dark, even if it was a dark night, I could still see her eyes shining, this is the eyes of human beings, this is the most beautiful eyes among human beings, that black dimness, shining with the countless emotions of human beings, happy, excited, frightened, afraid, angry, puzzled, confused, happy.

I never imagined that human eyes could carry so many emotions, that all human feelings could be born in those eyes, that all human feelings could come together in my words. My sister's eyes carried all the emotion, all the everything, along with the glistening luminescence that slowly trickled down. Great streams of tears flowed out, no, this was not crying, I should say, this was, tears. Perhaps to, let out the overcrowded emotions.

"Ah grin? Why am I crying?"

My sister reached out her hand and touched her cheek carefully, but was shocked by her own tears. She stared at the tips of her fallen fingers, the glistening tears reflecting the sad light of the night sky, and the tears washed out on her long cheeks in a curved trail, like a river made of two diamonds.

My sister reaches out, rubbing her own eyes, wiping away the clear broken diamonds, but the more turbulent current will still precede and follow, and the chairman, with unborn tears, looks at me, but with a smile always on her lips, her throat trembling violently, as if she is suppressing the urge to cry out loud, or enduring the feelings she has broken out. I looked at her quietly, at my sister's face, wanting to reach out and take her hand, but, not having the courage to do so.

"Brother... brother... brother brother brother... I... I... was brother... I... why am I... crying... I..."

My sister's words were no longer even sentences, she wiped her tears and looked up at me with a strong head, her tear-soaked eyes sparkling with stars in the sky, I looked at her tears, took a deep breath and said, "Sister, the like I said, not that kind of family like... but that kind, wanting to The like with you all the time, not sister and brother...but...I know it's not possible, I know it won't be accepted, I know it'll even make you hate me. But, sister, you don't have much time left with me, really, really not much. I don't want to, I don't want to keep it to myself."

"Well...I know...I understand all that..."

My sister wiped her tears, raised her head, looked at my face, and gently lowered her hand. My sister's face, covered with tears, was extraordinarily beautiful, however, for she was wearing the brightest smile in the world as she looked at me, smiling, like a blooming flower, like the stars in the sky, like the sun, radiating a gentle, happy light.

"I know, I know all about my brother's feelings...I know all about them...so...I'm...so happy...so happy...to hear this from my brother...really, really happy...so happy like my heart is going to explode...brother...brother brother brother brother..."

My sister gently reached out and took my face, I raised my hand and gently held my sister's hand, my sister's face was right in front of me, I used to have to look up at her, I used to think my sister was incredibly tall. But now I could hold my sister's hand, I could look down at her, I could, keep her behind me.

However, my sister's back is still so tall, so far away.

"That sister..."

I reached out and tried to hug her. But my sister withdrew her hand sharply and held me down, she looked at me and smiled, "No...don't do that...it's not fair, I...I want to Raise your head and come face to face with your feelings...I want a personal answer, my favorite, favorite brother..."

My sister gently walked up to me, looked at me with a bright smile, took a deep breath, suppressed her tears, looked at me, and said, "Actually... I too... I don't know when it started, maybe since The first time my brother learned how to cook, maybe the first time he held my hand, maybe the first time he pulled me away from a confessor he couldn't shake, or maybe the time I came home and liked my brother when I saw him sleeping on the couch waiting for me. I had wondered what kind of boy I would like, but as much as I thought about it, all I could think about was my brother's face in my head. I've always, always, always liked my brother..."

"Sister..."

"And I understand, I understand our relationship... I've said before that I think the luckiest thing in the world is that I'm your sister, I'm the sister of the best brother in the world. But the most unfortunate thing in the world is also that I'm your sister, and if I'm not your sister and you're not my brother, we met by chance. Maybe it was a brush between hallways, maybe it was you showing up in the student union office in violation of school rules, maybe it was maybe it was, whatever it was, I can live with it."

My sister looked at me, and in her eyes, such happiness bubbled out with pain.

"Whenever you call me sister, I'm happy and I hate the pain. Why are we such a happy and awkward relationship, we're sisters and brothers, our blood is from a pair of parents. We will be together, but not always. I, we, are destined to leave one day."

"Sister!"

I can't take it anymore, I don't want to hear this theory of time, I don't want to see that despair in my sister's eyes, I don't want my sister to be in that much pain. We are all in the same pain when it comes to this, we are all in the same pain, we are all in the same pain.

It wasn't our choices that brought us together, but we, however, couldn't choose to be together all the time. It was the most painful thing in the world, ever.

I reached out and hugged the one I loved the most, tightly in my arms. My sister's body shook violently, then, slowly, she reached out and hugged me. The smell and warmth of my sister wrapped around me as tightly as before, but it was my sister who was comforting me, that time, that time, it was my sister who was holding me. But now, it was me who was holding my crying sister.

My sister's body trembled, and then, weakly leaning on my shoulder, she sniffled and said, "Brother... brother... you're fouling up... ...What about the promise that I would be the one to face this relationship? What about the promise that I would respond to you properly?"

"It doesn't matter."

I hugged her tightly, I held my sister close to me and in her ear, I said firmly, "It doesn't matter, I don't need my sister to face it, we're going to face it together, we're going to face this relationship that's not meant to be accepted by anyone, we're going to face this relationship that's meant to be discarded. It doesn't need a sister to respond, the fact that she's not angry is the best response to me, the best response."

"Brother..."

My sister's hand gripped my clothes tightly, lay on my shoulder, closed her eyes, and said, trembling, "Brother... I'm so happy... I feel for the first time how happy it is to be confessed by someone I like! ...really...so happy...so happy...I'm so happy! ...It feels like my whole body is going to float...Even if this is a dream, even if this is my fantasy, I'm, like, happy enough."

"No oh, it's not a dream, it's real. Whatever is real, the smell of my sister, the warmth of my sister, the touch of my sister, all of this, all of this is real. So are my feelings, and my sister's response, all of it, the same."

I hugged my sister, in her ear, and whispered.

"Well..."

My sister leaned close to me and laughed softly in my ear.

This might be happiness.

I've never felt so happy before. I never thought that I would be able to reciprocate my feelings. I knew that my confessions were not blessed, no, not blessed, but cursed, that my feelings were not allowed in this world, and that I would be an enemy of the world if I spoke out. But just for this moment, just for the warmth of this moment, just for my sister's tears, just for my sister's smile, it's enough.

With that, why not make the world your enemy?

My sister dared to stand up to all the adults for me, and I was able to stand up to all of them for my sister.

"Sister...then we..."

"We're not to be known, are we..."

My sister pushed me away, wiped her own tears, and said with a smile, "If others know about us, they'll be scolded, right? No one will support us, everyone will be against us, no matter who it is, I guess even Qin Lan and Lin Yiran won't give their blessing to us. We are bound to leave everyone, even, leave this country."

"I don't care."

I looked at my sister and said firmly, "How many years have I waited for this moment? To give up my own favorite sister for this world that never cared about me, for this world that took away my parents? No way, if my sister cares we'll leave and go somewhere where no one knows, no matter what, I'm going to be with my sister, all the time!"

"You're really, really naive, brother."

My sister looked at me, laughed bitterly, and said, "But my brother's naivety makes me happy, too. Brother, in that case...let's, first experience the hard struggle of our revolutionary predecessors."

My sister smiled and stretched out her hand, her beautiful white hand, hanging in front of me, she looked at me, smiled, and said, "What's the matter, brother, don't you hold it? If you're a sister and brother, even if you're holding hands, it doesn't matter, right?"

I felt that the corners of my mouth were twitching slightly. Was I trying to laugh? How long has it been since I've laughed? My sister looked at my face and said with a smile, "My brother's smile, really, it's been a long time since I've seen it. Although it's not like my younger brother is usually unhappy, but to make him smile like that, sister eh, it's also a success. Come on, younger brother, let's go home."

I took my sister's hand and held it tightly, and she smiled, twirled it lightly in my hand, and then, crossed her fingers with mine and held it tightly together.

The world, still the same, hadn't changed. The wind is still the same cold, the sky is still the same gray, the streetlights are still the same dim, the faces of pedestrians are still hard to see, the footsteps are still busy, the air still smells odd, the neon lights are still flashing, and nothing in this world has changed.

Nothing has changed.

But the world, to me, has changed completely. It wasn't that this world had changed, it wasn't that this round, sphere covering water and continents had changed, it was that my world, had completely changed. My world, finally leaving the winter, warmth melting the snow, a rush of hot blood around my chest, as if it wasn't blood flowing through my veins, but burning fuel.

Maybe the world still isn't gentle with us.