On my 16th birthday, my father brought me a brother. When I first saw him, I thought, he is really ugly. How could such a person be my brother? I decided to hate him.
Later, when I discovered my father's unknown hobby, I became even more disgusted with my so-called father and brother, and firmly believed that he must not be my brother, maybe he was my father's favorite male favorite!
I hated him very much and wanted to make trouble for him, but I was clearly making trouble for him, but somehow I ended up helping him instead.
Snort! I didn't mean to help you! You are not allowed to be moved casually!
Since he turned 20, my instinct told me that he was dangerous. I was worried that he would be a threat to me, and I began to be more and more afraid of him and avoid him.
I thought he also hated me very much and turned a blind eye to me. But why did he treat me so well after noticing my avoidance? Aren't he and I incompatible?
Snort! It's just a male favorite! There is nothing to be afraid of! It's just that my father was too picky and found such an ugly male favorite.
Having said that, I'm still a little scared.
What? Not your father's favorite boy? Father never touched him? What a joke! It's not like a doting father would be so kind to him! Don't tell me the nonsense that he is really my brother! My brother doesn't look that ugly!
What? This father's male favorite actually likes me? Humph, I don't want to be liked by ugly people!
What? In fact, this brother is really handsome?
Okay, I'll just let you be my brother.