Reborn you are my male brother

Fu Xiyu was a little surprised to find that Fu Xizhou chose an unknown gunfight movie.

He didn't understand why until after the opening commercial was broadcast - counting the two of them, there were six audiences in total, two by two, scattered in three corners that were far apart.

An ominous premonition flooded his heart instantly.

As expected, Fu Xizhou did not "disappoint" him. Just 5 minutes into the movie, the whole person leaned towards him, and the arms outside the short sleeves touched each other, sometimes rubbing lightly, sometimes touching lightly, this kind of feeling seemed invisible. The tactile sensation was magnified by the darkness, doubly stimulating his senses.

Fu Xiyu moved his arms away calmly, as if feeling that the air-conditioning in the theater was too full, he crossed his hands and folded his arms.

Fu Xizhou glanced at Fu Xiyu who was on alert from the corner of his eye, leisurely grabbed a handful of popcorn, and handed it to Fu Xiyu's mouth.

"Chocolate is delicious." He sincerely recommends it.

Fu Xiyu declined with a smile: "It's too sweet."

"You haven't eaten it yet, how do you know it's too sweet?" Fu Xizhou's hand was still raised, with no intention of taking it back.

Fu Xiyu turned his face sideways and looked at Fu Xizhou. Although the two pairs of eyes were not similar, they looked at each other with affection when looking at people. One pair of eyes seemed to be shining with the quiet moonlight on the sea, and the other pair of eyes seemed to be shining brightly. Fragments of starlight.

"Some things are known without trying." He said calmly.

However, in the next second, Fu Xizhou filled his mouth with popcorn.

Fu Xiyu: "..."

Fu Xizhou burst into a smile that was sweeter than chocolate popcorn, and said in a brisk tone: "I let you eat popcorn, not me."

Fu Xiyu: "..." His mouth was full of popcorn, and he couldn't speak at all.

"However..." Fu Xizhou prolonged his voice on purpose, and cast sly eyes on Fu Xiyu, "Among the popcorn I just fed you, some of them were licked by my tongue, and some were licked by my tongue. It has been in your mouth for a long time, if you bite now, you should feel soft and sticky."

Fu Xiyu's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face turned red and white for a while, which can be described as wonderful.

"Do you want to spit it out?" Fu Xizhou asked understandingly, and spread out his palm considerately, signaling Fu Xiyu to spit it into his hand with his eyes.

Fu Xiyu glared at him, chewed the popcorn in his mouth two or three times, and swallowed it in one breath.

"How is it, do you feel it?" Fu Xizhou asked curiously.

"Is it disgusting that your brother is fun?" Fu Xiyu had a depressed expression that wanted to get angry but couldn't.

Fu Xizhou said happily: "You really believe it?"

Fu Xiyu didn't say anything.

"Then you ate them all?" Fu Xizhou pretended to be shocked.

Fu Xiyu turned his head to look at the big screen, his originally soft side profile showed a bit of coldness.

"Only people with a guilty conscience will put on airs." Fu Xizhou muttered in a volume that Fu Xiyu could hear, picked up the Coke, bit the straw and drank leisurely.

The movie continued to play, and the plot became more and more incomprehensible. Only Fu Xiyu watched it engrossed.

Fu Xizhou drooped his eyelids, and slumped on the sofa chair in a dispirited manner, except for the occasional sideways glance at Fu Xiyu, he didn't make any "superfluous" movements.

Fu Xiyu gradually relaxed his vigilance.

The plot progressed to two-thirds, and the villain boss, who was spoiled by the screenwriter from the very beginning, officially tore off his disguise, and the soundtrack played as passionately as Nezha Naohai.

Fu Xiyu moved his neck.

Fu Xizhou also moved - he tilted his body, resting his head on Fu Xiyu's shoulder.

Obviously feeling that Fu Xiyu's whole body was suddenly stiff, Fu Xizhou's mouth curled slightly, and lazily complained: "This movie is too boring, I almost fell asleep watching it."

"Didn't you choose this yourself?" Fu Xiyu replied calmly on the surface.

Fu Xizhou moved Na's head, as if looking for a more comfortable angle, the soft curly hair slid across Fu Xiyu's chin time after time.

Fu Xiyu raised his chin slightly without showing any signs.

"It's right that I chose it," Fu Xizhou stopped fidgeting, and replied casually, "But I didn't really choose it to watch it with Zhang Ben."

Fu Xiyu didn't follow Fu Xizhou's words and continued to ask, but changed the topic and said: "Since you can't see it, let's go."

Fu Xizhou: "'I bought all the tickets, don't waste them', isn't that what you said yourself?"

Fu Xiyu said dotingly: "If you really look at it, you will catch a cold when you fall asleep."

Fu Xizhou rubbed Fu Xiyu coquettishly, and said, "If you hold me, I won't catch a cold."

Fu Xiyu stretched out his palm, and pushed Fu Xizhou's head away gently but firmly.

"See clearly, I'm your brother, not that ghost Zhang Ben."

With his forehead resting on Fu Xiyu's palm, Fu Xizhou blinked and said, "Of course I know, if Zhang Ben was sitting here, the two of us would have kissed early in the morning, and now we might be crowded in the cubicle of the men's toilet." Sweat away, how can I have the spare time to care whether the movie is bad or not."

Hearing this, the corners of Fu Xiyu's eyes and mouth twitched for a while, and his idle left hand subconsciously exerted force, almost bursting the paper drink cup in his hand.

He slowly showed a sinister smile, and apologized sincerely: "Watching a movie with me, I really wronged you."

Fu Xizhou suddenly pushed aside Fu Xiyu's hand that was touching his forehead, leaned forward, almost pressed against Fu Xiyu's ear, and asked in an extremely charming tone: "So should you compensate me?"

The warm breath hit Fu Xiyu's ears, and the air lingering between the two heated up accordingly, and the atmosphere became ambiguous and charming.

"Xiao Zhou..." As if dealing with a naughty younger brother, Fu Xiyu smiled helplessly, "Don't mess around."

"Brother, your ears are all red." As he said, Fu Xizhou raised his hand, stretched out his white and slender index finger, and traced Fu Xiyu's ear from top to bottom, "Are you imagining some pictures that are not suitable for children? , and the kind that is taboo?"

Facing Fu Xizhou's almost blatant molestation, Fu Xiyu finally couldn't maintain his peace on the face.

He stepped aside, opened the distance between him and Fu Xizhou, and said with a downcast face: "Even if it's a joke, you can't say nothing."

Fu Xizhou stretched out his hand to caress Fu Xiyu's thigh, moving it up inch by inch, while deepening the smile on the corner of his mouth, he said wickedly: "Then if I'm not joking, can I not talk about it at all?"

Fu Xiyu grabbed Fu Xizhou's hand that was about to arrive at the battlefield, so tightly that the veins on the back of his hand were all bulging.

"If you're not joking, I'll think you're joking, because—" his tone sank, "I don't want to lose my only brother."

The warning could not have been stronger.

Fu Xizhou's heart felt cold, and the light in his eyes turned into frost.

"Brother." He called in a flat tone, "I'm hungry, let's go out and find a place for supper."

Fu Xiyu let go of Fu Xizhou's hand, and said softly, "Okay."

It was dark when we left the cinema.

Fu Xizhou walked in front with his hands in his trouser pockets, and Fu Xiyu followed behind with his hands in his trouser pockets. At a distance of half a step, he passed by under the shadow of mottled and swaying trees, as if bathed in a gentle and lonely moonlight rain .

Neither of the two wanted to speak to break the silence, so they walked silently to the snack street behind the school.

Almost as soon as you step into the boundary of the backstreet, you will be greeted by the aroma of food that is "delicious is zero calories".

The flashing neon signboards, the loud and endless laughter, youth is like dry wood falling into the fire, burning wantonly.Because I am young, I can be so confident.

Fu Xizhou unconsciously quickened his pace.

He thought of the old, the old, the old… the old days, when he was obsessed with Bryan Adams' 18 till Idie—to the end of his life.

If you die, you won't grow old, you won't, and neither will Fu Xiyu.You don't have to think about those difficult and obscure issues, you don't have to face those unresolved tomorrows, and you can live together heartlessly and carefree like this.

But when he experienced the life that stopped abruptly again and again, regarding the matter of "permanent youth", there was only one sentence mmp left in his heart, which he didn't know whether to say or not.

Especially at the moment when I just encountered a setback, in such a young and lively street, watching other people's youth who still have dreams flying in the smoke, a strong jealousy that is completely unreasonable arises spontaneously.

Driven by this jealousy, Fu Xizhou went straight to the stinky tofu stand, bought stinky tofu for five people with a wave of his hand, and piled up stinky tofu on top of the stinky tofu with an attitude of emptying out all the coriander prepared by the boss. The majestic "Coriander Mountain".

Seeing this grand occasion, Fu Xiyu, who had just paid the bill consciously, silently took out another 20 yuan ticket and handed it to the stunned boss.

Maybe it's because it's tired, maybe it's because it's annoying, when the last bowl was piled up, Fu Xizhou finally showed mercy, he only piled up a small mountain and stopped.

He took the bowl with the highest altitude in his hand, took a step, and ate while walking.

Fu Xiyu looked at his back helplessly, packed up the remaining four bowls, took a few steps with his long legs, and chased after him.

Fu Xizhou finished the first bowl quickly, stretched his hand back without looking at it, then his hand sank, took the second bowl, and continued stuffing it into his stomach.

Coriander and stinky tofu are a perfect match.

He could not help but narrow his eyes.

Feeling that the suffocation in his chest was dissipating, he suddenly couldn't help wondering if he had been so persistent until the seventh time, could it be that it wasn't Fu Xiyu but the coriander that he couldn't let go of?

If it really turns into sea foam, I will never eat such delicious coriander again...

Thinking of this, just passing by a jewelry stall selling cheap silver jewelry, a bracelet full of little mermaids successfully attracted Fu Xizhou's passing sight.

He stopped, turned around and faced the jewelry booth, staring straight at the shining bracelet.

Fu Xiyu followed his gaze, and found that what he was staring at for a moment was something that girls would like. He raised his eyebrows, moved his lips, and wanted to make fun of it. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the After the coriander, he immediately dismissed the idea - Fu Xizhou would only consume coriander so crazily when he was in an extremely upset mood - so it is better not to act rashly, so as not to add fuel to the fire and burn it into a prairie fire.

However, Fu Xizhou took the initiative to speak: "Brother, have you heard the story of the Little Mermaid?"

Unexpectedly, Fu Xizhou would ask such a question, Fu Xiyu was stunned for a moment before replying: "I have heard of it."

Fu Xizhou took a step forward and said to the boss, "Please give me the little mermaid's bracelet."

Fu Xiyu was about to take out his wallet, but Fu Xizhou waved his hand and paid the money himself.

"Why are you so interested in this?" Fu Xiyu couldn't help asking.

Fu Xizhou put the bracelet into his pocket, squinted at Fu Xiyu, and said calmly and frankly, "Because I'm also a mermaid."

Fu Xiyu: "...is there enough coriander?"