"Why Is My Brother in My Bed"

Jiang Yu wants to understand three things now. 1. Why do I feel so dizzy after a hangover? 2. Why is the bed so messy and I feel sore all over my body? 3. Why is my brother in my bed? Jiang Jin subconsciously wanted to get up, but as soon as he moved, there was a secret pain under his body. Grass. He lay back resignedly and reached the cell phone with difficulty to make a call to his friend Xu Song. "Hello?" "Book me a ticket to Iceland. I'll fly this afternoon." "? You want to escape your debt." "Ten thousand times more terrifying than this." At this time, the person behind him suddenly turned over. Then, Jiang Yu heard the sound he least wanted to hear at this time. "Jiang Yu, you are so promising that you just ran away after sleeping?" ———————————— When he was sixteen, both his parents died, and he took twelve-year-old Jiang Yu home from the mourning hall. I changed clothes, took a shower, covered my fevered forehead, saved my tuition fees, and fended off the gangsters surrounding me at the school gate. Everyone said - Jiang Jin is the best brother in the world. Only he himself knows what he swallowed in those years. Jiang Yu looked away at the back of his neck that was exposed when he was brushing his teeth. Jiang Yu rolled around in the living room wearing his T-shirt and locked the door. The first time Jiang Yu took his male classmate home to do homework, he chopped a whole cabbage in the kitchen and the chopping board cracked. He restrains himself and returns to propriety, he is gentle and steady. He stuffed every inch of his crazy possessiveness into the shell of the word "brother" and hid it for ten years. But Jiang Yu wanted to peel off this shell. That night was full of alcohol, and the eighteen-year-old boy sat astride his lap, hooked his fingers on his collar, with red eyes, lips brushing against his chin as if without touching, and his voice was lazy and sticky—— "Brother, you are hard." "You obviously want to hurt me." The word "pain" is pronounced ambiguously, and the final sound is dragged like a hook. The veins on Jiang Jin's arms twitched. He didn't move. It's not that I don't want to. I'm afraid that when I reach out my hand, the four years difference, the ten years of raising me, and the millions of titles of "brother" will all be shattered between my fingers, turning into a pile of inexplicable absurdity. But Jiang Yu's knee was slowly touching the inside of his thigh, and he added with a smile: "If you don't dare, just do it for me." Gentle and tolerant, hypocritical attack Pseudo-Orthopaedics·Year Whoever is tempted first will admit defeat, but Jiang Yu never intended to win - what he wanted was for his brother to be crazy. Intention: Face yourself and accept yourself