After waking up from tomb raiding, my brothers all fell in love with me

"You're so naive! It's so hot and you're still wearing long sleeves. Aren't you afraid of getting prickly heat?" The fat man walked out of the living room and said, "Xiaohua, I bought you so many clothes a few days ago. Go change quickly.

How long have you been wearing this? If someone saw it, they would think Huaer had gone bankrupt."

Fat people are afraid of heat, so generally speaking, they don't come out very often.

I sat on the lounge chair, the sun was not too strong yet.

"I'm used to it. I just pick it up and put it on."

The fat man came over with a large palm-leaf fan in his hand, stood beside it, and waved the fan. The wind was quite strong.

We both can blow it.

"With Xiaohua's financial resources, how can I show it by not changing my clothes? You are so superficial."

The fat man was standing in a position that just blocked the sunlight from shining on me.

There is also wind, which is quite pleasant.

"Hey, although Xiaohua's financial resources have nothing to do with clothes, you can't just wear this one.

You may be stubborn now, but after a few days, you will gain true knowledge through practice, and you will have to change your naiveté."

The fat man waved the palm-leaf fan faster as he spoke.

"What's the matter? It's just a change of clothes. Fatty, I've noticed that you've become more and more nagging recently. Is it because you're getting older that you've automatically awakened?"

I smiled and looked up at the fat man.

The fat man stopped what he was doing and looked at me with pursed lips.

"You are so naive, just tease me, Fatty. Who am I doing this for?

It’s almost time, let’s go sit inside, it’s quite hot.”

The fat man smiled, and we both understood each other. This kind of joking was a common occurrence.

"Well, I'll sit for a while. You go in first." I raised my hand and took the palm-leaf fan from the fat man.

With tacit understanding, the fat man handed me the palm-leaf fan.

"Why didn't I notice you loved sunbathing so much before? Maybe you're just getting older."

The fat man's voice came from behind.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

Just know.

Over the years, the tacit understanding between me and Fatty has reached a very profound and unfathomable level.

Just one look, that's how I feel, very much like the martial arts masters in TV dramas who have skills and use magic to transmit voice.

So much so that there is an unspoken implication.

Also well aware.

I'm used to using these long sleeves to cover the scars on my arms.

I don’t really feel anything about these marks, they are all my medals.

Which man doesn't have a few scars on his body?

I think that's pretty cool.

I used to roll up my sleeves as a reminder.

Remind yourself that things are not over yet and the plan will not stop.

This represents the actions during that time.

Everything has its stages. The sleeves that I used to roll up are now tightly covering my body.

It's quite sensitive. I know I just don't want the guy's eyes to fall on my arm.

It took me four months to write about these ten years that I have no memory of.

My eyes fell on the scar hidden by the sleeve, and my mind was filled with the image of what the young man saw at that time.

Silence, I have never seen such silence, just silent eyes.

Even though I haven't seen him for ten years, his appearance is engraved in my mind to an extent that is hard to forget.

Looking at this silent guy, my mind went blank for a moment.

Can't find the same look.

When I realized this, I couldn't help but shudder and lowered my sleeves to cover it.

It also blocked that memory from his sight.

"Would you like some mung bean soup, Tian Zhen? Iced."

The fat man's shout brought my memory back and my eyes fell on my arm.

But now my memory has been evoked, as if it were automatically playing, the people and things related to it.

I don't have time to reply to the fat guy.

Xiaohua's figure appeared in my mind.

I remember that the first person I looked for after four months was Xiaohua.

I told him my plan in detail, that I needed his help, and I knew he would help me.

Unlike the young man's silence, I could clearly see Xiaohua's expression when she saw my arm again.

The pain was palpable.

When I think of this, I feel like laughing. I admire my own train of thought at that time—before I realized Xiaohua's feelings for me.

I think this is a kind of heartache for friends, brothers and family.

Now it is clear, and the memories related to it are brought back to yesterday.

Xiaohua always has an inexplicable obsession with this scar.

Intensive kisses fell on this scar again and again, and I counted them silently in my heart every time.

Seventeen times, seventeen times.

Fall on the arm.

And on the neck, it will also fall on the neck.

nine times.

After the neck, Xiaohua will kiss the lips again.

Twenty-seven times.

I was puzzled. At first I thought it was just a coincidence, or maybe it was a bit of Xiaohua's obsessive-compulsive disorder?

But after so many times, I couldn't help but wonder.

"Xiaohua, why do you always do 27 strokes?"

I waited for Xiaohua to give me the last kiss on the mouth before I asked.

"Wu Xie, seventeen times on the arm and once on the neck... you did it for him.

These 27 strokes are what I can do for you.”

Xiaohua supported herself with her arms, raised her hand and gently touched my face.

How could I not understand that?

I was glad the lights were turned off.

Otherwise, I definitely wouldn’t be able to bear looking into Xiaohua’s eyes right now.

sorry……

"Don't say sorry to me, Wuxie, you know, I did this voluntarily.

Whatever you want to do, I will help you do it.

I, Xie Yuchen, am willing to do this." Xiaohua's voice rang in my ears simultaneously.

They know each other too well.

Even if they don't say anything, you can still know what the other person is thinking.

"What I'm most grateful for is that you gave me the opportunity."

"Xiaohua, I..." I heard Xiaohua's sighing voice and her lips moved.

I don’t know what to say. This is undoubtedly a heavy burden that I cannot repay.

"Shh, Brother Wuxie, save some strength."

Xiaohua smiled and gently covered my mouth.

Well...the fat guy is right, Xiaohua needs him.

Still couldn't pay it back, so he paid it off with his body.

I wanted to laugh, and I couldn't help but raise my arms to cover my eyes.

I understand. I understand the fat man’s implied meaning, I understand the young man’s silence, and I understand Xiaohua’s intentions.

"Wuxie, come in and have some mung bean soup." Xiaohua's voice sounded beside me again.

My thoughts were completely pulled back.

I looked up at Xiaohua standing beside me.

"What are you thinking about? You're so lost in thought. I called you several times but you didn't respond. Come inside quickly. It's too hot outside."

I watched Xiaohua stretch out her hand and look at me with a smile.

"Well, I didn't think much about it. It's just what happened last night." I smiled, took Xiaohua's hand and stood up.

He spoke in a rather rude manner, close to Xiaohua's ear.

"It seems that I satisfied you last night." Xiaohua smiled even more and turned to look at me.

"cough cough"

Whether you are satisfied or not is another matter. I understand what Xiaohua means.

"I understand. Number 27 is you, Xie Yuchen."

It's a scar and a hickey.

I could feel the look in Xiaohua's eyes becoming extremely hot the moment she heard my words, and the strength in her hand holding mine.

"Well, it's me."

I know you understand because we are connected.