[Bottle Evil Doujin] Generation Gap

Smoking is harmful to health.

I stared at the small line of words on the cigarette package and looked again and again, but it didn't stop me from smoking. I still opened the cigarette and took a deep puff after lighting it.

Damn, since I learned to smoke, I have never been controlled like this. Thinking back to when I was in college, I used to laugh at my roommates. Once I got a girlfriend, smoking a cigarette was like being a thief. Nemesis.

The last time I went to the photography exhibition, Pokerfing’s hand healed within a few days. His physical fitness has not deteriorated after ten years in the bronze door. A broken wrist usually takes a month or two. It took more than 20 days to recover, and even the doctor praised him for his excellent health.

But my mood did not improve because of his wrist recovery, because he seems to have realized that my body is not as good as it was ten years ago. It is urgent to quit smoking. Every nicotine is killing my lungs, so he started to control me Here comes the smoking thing.

In fact, I am already very afraid to smoke in front of him. I always smoke while he is not paying attention, and I have to go out to blow the cold wind to escape the smell after smoking.Every time at this time, I feel a little sad, after all, this house is my own, and I feel like a thief.

Ever since he found out that I had a nosebleed after smoking, he confiscated all my cigarettes. I didn’t expect him to know where I put all my cigarettes. After a search, I didn’t even leave a cigarette butt. If I say it, I can only watch him confiscate my inventory.

Of course, another reason why I didn't stop him was because I thought I could still buy it anyway. Baisha cigarettes are not expensive, and the vest would honor me with a few packs every time I came here, so I wouldn't starve to death.

As a result, I underestimated Poker's determination to help me quit smoking. He followed me as soon as I went out, and couldn't shake it off like a small tail. I could only look at the cigarettes on the supermarket shelves and secretly gritted my teeth. Quit smoking mints.

This road was blocked and the other road was also blocked. He actually threatened Wang Meng and the vest and told them not to buy me cigarettes. He didn't say what would happen if he bought me cigarettes, but the vest and Wang Meng made up their own minds. Eight thousand words, a painful choice between offending him and offending me, and finally chose to betray me without much hope.

Now these two hide from me as soon as they see me, and they dare not bring a pack of cigarettes with them, for fear of being touched by me, and then they will be kicked away by Big Brother Zhang. quit.

There are policies and there are countermeasures. A few guests came today. I bought a pack from one of them while Poker Finger was not paying attention. After taking a shower, I sneaked to the balcony to smoke.

I finally took a puff, and the cigarette was exhausted quickly. I was not willing to smoke more or only one cigarette. I lit another one with a fluke mentality, thinking that it would not be so boring to take a bath Come out quickly, who knows that before I have time to smoke two more times, a hand stretches out from behind me and takes the cigarette away.

"Hey, hey, little brother, you washed it so soon..." I laughed a few times, turned around and tried to make my expression look more innocent. Poker bottle probably came to catch me deliberately, I didn't even have time to put on my clothes, so I ran to the balcony with only a bath towel around, and the tips of my hair were still dripping.The unicorn on his chest was aroused by the hot water, staring at me together with Poker, it made me feel stressed.

He looked at the cigarette case and asked me, "Have you smoked two?"

"Ah... well, I just smoked two. Cough, it's quite cold today. Brother, let's go in and talk about it! What to do if you catch a cold, go in and go in!" Although I was thick-skinned, I didn't have the guts to pretend Talking nonsense to Poker's face, he found an excuse to push him into the room, trying to get away with it.

Maybe it's because I have a good attitude of admitting my mistakes, Poker Bottle didn't strangle me or shoot me against the wall as I thought, I was secretly relieved, thinking to myself why am I so afraid of being caught by him if this is the case Stay, the great thing is to apologize and write an inspection.

It turned out that I was too naive. Poker-Face woke up the next day without eating. I was so scared that I thought something was wrong with him, so I grabbed him and ran to the hospital. After a full set of examinations, I was in good health, and my wrist recovered very well. Great young man with any questions.

I couldn’t pry it open even with an iron bar if I didn’t eat. I asked him why he didn’t eat and he ignored me until the morning of the third day. There was a click.

Does Poker Bottle mean that if I smoke a few cigarettes, he won't eat for a few days?I was a little unsure, so I tried my best to smoke another one, and sure enough, he didn't eat for another day after being discovered by Poker Bottle.

I really want to slap the table and ask him to stop playing tricks on me. After so many years of playing around with me, I am no longer the original idiot.

But the reality is that I hold a bowl of white rice dog-leggedly in front of him, begging him to take a bite, and promise that I will never touch a cigarette or even look at it in my life. Who will follow me in the future? If I offer a cigarette, I will break anyone's legs.

But what kind of person is Poker-Face? He knows that my words are like farting, especially this kind of promise. Even if I swear with a household registration book, he won't believe it. He turned around and walked upstairs without even looking at me.

I really want to jump up and down the table, I've grown my skills, you dare to threaten me if you eat my food, drink my food and live in my food!It's none of my business whether you like to eat or not. If you don't eat, you can save food. If you don't eat, I don't care at all... Maybe you don't care! ?

Competing with Boyouping is destined to be my loser. Is it okay for me to be cowardly? Is it okay not to smoke? Is it okay to sever ties with cigarettes for the rest of my life?

But I have to know who is behind this incident. Someone must have made a plan for Poker Ping. This kind of plan is obviously not something that Poker Ping came up with. He prefers simple and crude methods, such as beating me up. meal or something.

As soon as I asked Poker-Face, he told me that this trick was taught by Xie Yuchen. I went to the hotel and found that Xie Yuchen had already left the building, running faster than a rabbit.

On the way home, I heard my phone ringing. I took it out and saw that it was a WeChat message sent by Xie Yuchen. He probably found out that I had discovered the thing about Jiao Poyouping's bad move, so he just broke the jar and smashed it. I deleted the photo, and even boldly sent it to me in the WeChat group to share. The fat man immediately gave him 32 likes.

untie!big!flower!you!wait!Go!

this!hatred!No!report!No!Jun!son! ! ! !

After being so angry with Xie Dahua, I wished I could buy a plane ticket and fly to Beijing to settle accounts with him, but it was snowing in Beijing and it was very cold. For the sake of my health, I stayed in the air-conditioned room for the time being, cursing the boy for losing his hair a hundred times a day, It is best to fall into alopecia areata.

In order to ensure that Boyouping can eat three meals a day, I had no choice but to quit smoking completely. Without nicotine, my anxiety could not be relieved, and it was immediately reflected in my sleep, and the symptoms of insomnia became more and more serious.

Poker bottle moved back to the sofa after he recovered. Although I fell asleep on a high bed with soft pillows, the quality of sleep was not as good as when I slept in the graveyard. Every night I lay open until dawn. Even if I fell asleep, it was still a nightmare. Then came a nightmare.

People who have never had nightmares probably can't understand my feelings. The sense of reality in the dream is enough to drive everyone crazy. Either I was walking alone in the snow mountain and my throat was cut with a knife, or I saw the stuffy oil after blowing up the bronze door. Bottle's corpse, cut off his two fingers with a knife, after waking up, he couldn't regain his senses for a long time.

Some people say that dreams are a real reflection of the fear in people’s hearts. The more stable I am in reality, the less peaceful I am in dreams. I spend double the time wishing that I fell asleep, and when I do fall asleep, I wish I could wake up quickly come over.

It's the same tonight. I lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, but the moon is very bright these days, and the room is brightly lit. When I close my eyes and open them, they are equally bright. I can't sleep at all, so I have to Sit up and wrap yourself in the quilt to let yourself go, and start to be in a daze with nothing to do.

The room was very quiet, except for the sound of my own breathing. I suddenly had a very strange idea, wanting to open the door to see if the Poker Bottle was still outside.

I didn't dare to turn on the light or make too much noise. It took me more than ten minutes to open the door, almost inch by inch. I was afraid that I would wake up the oil bottle and misunderstand that I wanted to take the opportunity to smoke.

Fortunately, Poker Bottle was still outside, and he happened to be facing the direction of my door, sleeping soundly wrapped in a quilt, and the movement of me opening the door was very small, which did not disturb him.I stared at him for a long time, and finally I tiptoed to move a stool and sat at the door, staring at his face and thinking about things for a while, and sat there all night.

I don't know if Boyoufeng has noticed my sneaky behavior. Anyway, he didn't ask me, so I pretended nothing happened. Every night, I moved a stool and sat at the door to stare at him. Thinking about it, it's okay Ping's psychological quality is excellent, and he doesn't have the habit of getting up in the middle of the night. Otherwise, when he opened his eyes in the middle of the night, he would see a person sitting in front of him staring at him, which would be very exciting.

I know this kind of behavior is abnormal, but only in this way can I slightly relieve the restlessness in my heart. I dare not tell Poker Bottle what I am struggling with, because I think he can't understand.

Just like children will cry when their candy is dropped, but it is very incomprehensible to adults. They will think that it is only one candy, if it is dropped, it will be dropped, and just buy it again.Adults will not know how long the child has been looking forward to this lesson of candy, nor do they know that the child will never be able to buy the same candy after losing this candy.

My entanglement is probably not as good as a piece of candy in the eyes of Boyouping. He will probably define my behavior as hypocritical. After all, he has experienced more pain than me, and I have never seen him become crazy because of it. This shows that this is my own reason, rather than objective factors.

Alas, he is One Hundred Years of Solitude, and I am Les Misérables, two world famous novels.

I couldn't sleep well, my complexion was naturally bad, and my unshaven appearance made me look old for several years. I touched my face in the mirror, and thought that this virtue was several times worse than that of my third uncle. If people on the road saw , People will believe me when I go bankrupt.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep, my face can’t be so ugly, it’s too detrimental to my image, I’m turning over my razor to get a good shave, and I’m thinking about whether I should buy a special mask to remove dark circles online One apply.

Unfortunately, even the razor is broken. I pressed it several times but it didn't turn. Modern high-tech is unreliable, and my big white dog leg is still good.

However, after searching for a long time, I couldn't find my big white dog legs, only my big white machete. I gestured and felt that the picture of shaving with this long-armed big knife is really beautiful. If you accidentally use the tip of the knife to cut your hair You'd be blind if you shaved it, so don't do it.

I remember that I bought him a razor when Poker-Face came. Although sharing one feels a bit boring, but it’s okay to change the blade. Neither of us is that particular about people.

"Brother! Where did you put the razor I bought for you? Lend me to use it!" I threw the big white machete back to its original place and yelled twice outside the bathroom. When the razor came in, I saw that it hadn't even been opened.

I suspected that Poker Bottle was not used to this kind of modern high-tech, and he still liked the old-fashioned manual razor, so I said, "Brother, you don't use this? Don't you like this style, then I will let the king Let me buy you an old-fashioned one."

Poker bottle shook his head and said, "No need, I don't grow a beard."

I admit that I was stunned when he said this, and I couldn't help but glance at his crotch, thinking that I can't do it, my brother doesn't grow a beard, is it that I am a eunuch, no, my brother can't be a eunuch, but he How come they don’t grow beards? Normal men have beards, but they don’t grow beards. Could it be that he’s really a eunuch? It’s impossible.

Poker bottle saw my stupid expression and knew that I was thinking about strange things again, so he shook his head helplessly: "Wu Xie, don't think about it."

It turned out that in order to wear a human skin mask for a long time, he destroyed the hair follicles on his face when he was very young, so he would not grow a beard. Thinking about it carefully, when he was in the wilderness, it seemed that his face was really the only one. It was clean, I only saw him once with a beard on his face, but then I found out it was just cinders.

Although I knew the cause and effect, my eyes still stayed between his legs uncontrollably for a while, I can't blame me, if anyone heard that a big man doesn't grow a beard, the first reaction would be that he is a eunuch, I Definitely not the kind of person who loves to be unconstrained.

Poker-face asked me suddenly before leaving the house: "Wu Xie, have you been unable to sleep lately?"

I was opening the razor to check the blades inside. When he asked me, I trembled in fright, thinking that he found me sitting and peeping at his affairs in the middle of the night. It came out.

Fortunately, I have also practiced in these years, and the promising ones did not cry out. I just clapped my hands and said falteringly: "No, I slept soundly. You see, I don't want to get up in the morning, why? Suddenly asking this, little brother?"

Boyouping was already going to go out, but when he saw my hand was broken, he turned around and came back, took the medicine kit from behind the mirror, put a band-aid on me, and said, "I'm going out tomorrow."

He said he was going out for a while, but he didn't say where he was going or when he would be back. How could I just let him go like that, and I couldn't care less about shaving right away, so I followed him and asked: " Brother, where are you going? When are you coming back? Are you going alone? Do you want to bring some money? How do you go? Is the ticket booked? "

My main purpose was actually to ask him why he was there. Pokerfoil told me that he was going to buy something and he had to do it himself. He had already contacted the seller and he would come back tomorrow.

I know it's useless to ask him what he bought. If he would tell me, he would have said it in the first place, and he didn't want to take me there, otherwise he wouldn't say that I will go out tomorrow.

I asked him if he needed money, and he said he did. I thought to myself that you, a poor man, don’t even have an ID card. How could you have money? I took him a credit card and asked for the password several times, lest he forget it. up.

In fact, when I gave him money, I felt a kind of inexplicable satisfaction in my heart. I finally understood the psychology of those rich people who like to support college students with a good education. Giving money to someone who is many times stronger than you is actually a very pleasant thing. .

Poker bottle took something from his small cabinet when he left, I didn't see it clearly, he put it into the backpack very quickly, all I saw was a golden thing.

I prepared the cabinet for Poker Bottle for him, and asked him to put some personal belongings, and I also gave him a lock for many things.I originally thought that he could have something to put. I bought all the things on him. Who would have thought that he really has a lot of little secrets? That brass lock is locked every day. Every time I pass by Seeing it makes me want to be cheap.

As soon as I sent him home, I ran to his cabinet and stared at it. The lock was indeed locked, but the key was on the side, and I could open it as soon as I reached out.This is really a test for me. I try my best to restrain myself, not to let myself be like those parents with rebellious sons who sneak through the door and pick the lock just to peek at their son’s diary. I am an enlightened parent.

In the end, I still didn't control my hand and opened the lock. I comforted myself that it was for the sake of the oil bottle. As his current guardian, this kind of behavior is definitely not considered peeping.

The things in the cabinet are clear at a glance, except for the small antique wooden box he brought back last time, the most neatly bundled hundred-yuan bills, the visual estimate is about hundreds of thousands, it should be the wages of the last time he struggled with the waistcoat, no wonder He said he was rich.

I thought to myself, isn’t this cheating our little brother, but the little brother was an old master worth 2000 yuan in the Republic of China, what age is it now, who is going to send these 10 yuan, really, I have to give the waistcoat tomorrow Phone, let him spit out the swallowed part.

There is no mysterious thing in the cabinet of Boyouping, which makes me relieved. I am afraid to see some things in this cabinet, such as old things related to the Zhang family. You Fing is still working on Zhang's mission, I will go crazy.

I know that Poker's so-called stable and comfortable life now is all my wishful thinking. I am satisfying myself. I want him to stay by my side. I think this is the best way, so I did it.

But Boyouping doesn't necessarily think so. I don't have the ability to destroy everything. I just let "it" lose its vitality and have to go dormant. Although the real Zhang family no longer exists, the Zhang family is still there. For some people, it's nothing to lose one's vitality.

After devoting himself to death, I suddenly realized that if there were no outside forces to intervene and blend in, he would probably really devote his whole life to the Zhang family, and he would still be running around on the day of his death.

Whether it's Boyouping or the Zhang family, they are all just temporarily dormant now. If one day he suddenly starts to function again, what can I do to stop it?Kneel down and hold his thigh and cry?Then he kicked his head off?

No one can force him to do anything, and I comforted myself that he is willing to stay to show that he is willing, no matter what happens in the future, at least he is still by my side now.

Think about it, what could be more tragic than falling in love with a rock?I still hold him in my arms every day and hold him warmly, hoping that one day he will bloom, wood can grow fungus, how can stone bloom.

I had a dream that night, I dreamed that I planted a stone in the snow, fertilized and watered it every day, hoping it would sprout, but no, I kept waiting and waiting and waiting, but it was still bare of snow.

Nothing will grow.

When I woke up, it was already 10:30 in the morning, and my whole brain was hurting. When I got up, I found that the shop was not open. Open the door for business, feed Brother Xiaoman something to eat, and sit at the door with one person and one dog waiting for others.

Poker bottle is a person who keeps his promises. He will come back when he says he will come back. I am not worried that he will take the opportunity to run away. After all, his baby box is still in my hand. If he dares to run away , I split that box and used it as firewood.

"What do you think little brother is going to buy?" I stroked Brother Xiaoman's fur and chatted with him, and he flicked his tail and barked.

"The waistcoat said that my brother asked him for a lot of cash, but there was only that little left in the cabinet. Why did he take the money? You stay with him every day, did he tell you?"

"Wang."

I gossip with Brother Xiaoman, my mouth is dry, it is just a dog after all, even if Poker-Face told him something, it can’t tell me, I just want to find a way to vent, it’s not safe to tell anyone, I had to tell Brother Xiaoman.

In this world, only dogs are the most sincere to you, and people are unreliable. This is what my grandfather told me. He was eating dog meat hot pot when he said this, tsk.

I sat at the door with Brother Xiaoman and talked for a day. A few female college students passed by and were attracted by the handsomeness of Brother Xiaoman and me. It is beyond my control to actively leave me WeChat messages.

Poker-Face, who killed thousands of swords, said that he came back at night not a quarter of an hour earlier. He stepped into the house with one foot as soon as it was dark. Ask him what he bought.

Poker bottle opened the backpack, carefully took out an object wrapped in layers of oiled paper, and unwrapped it layer by layer for me to see, I counted, there were at least twenty layers of oiled paper wrapped outside, the real thing was only my fist It was so big, I saw his cautious appearance, and I took it carefully to look at it, and found that it was a piece of old incense inside, and I couldn't tell what kind of material it was.

I was very disappointed, and said helplessly: "Brother, did you go out just to buy this incense?"

Poker Ping said: "The raw material of this fragrance is extinct."

Although his answer is a bit wrong, but I know what he means, he said that this incense is very precious, he finally got such a little, I guess a large part of his reward for disappearing is to buy this thing.

When I thought of such a little fragrance and got rid of such a large sum of money in the oil bottle, I felt that what it exuded was the smell of RMB. Catch it, good guy, almost lost tens of thousands with a flick.

"Brother, have you eaten tonight? Shall I cook some noodles for you?" I wrapped the fragrant ancestor tightly on the table and asked Poker Fing. I didn't eat it, if I didn't ask him, I probably wouldn't say I didn't eat it.

Sure enough, Boyouping hasn't finished his meal yet. I ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles according to the method my father taught me. This kind of junk food is not eaten much now that I am old.

I was refreshed when Poker Bottle came back, and I was able to sit and watch him all night again. I was a little excited when I thought about it. Who knew that before I went to bed, I was lying on the bed wondering which chair would be more comfortable to sit on. Poker Oil The bottle opened the door and walked in.

I was a little baffled when I saw him walk up to me, put the small incense burner in his hand on the bedside table, then cut off a small piece of the RMB-flavored incense, lit it and put it in the incense burner.

The smell of this incense is very unique, even more blurred than the bone incense of the forbidden woman. My half-crippled nose can still smell it. Maybe it’s because I haven’t smelled it for a long time. When I smell it, I feel very comfortable and I like it. The smell seems to penetrate directly into the bone marrow, and it is a bit addictive if you smell it too much.

"You have insomnia." He opened his mouth after lighting the incense, using a declarative sentence, I didn't dare to open my eyes and talk nonsense in front of him, so I nodded and admitted.

Poker bottle asked me, "Why?"

I tried to think about it, and said: "It's not good, it doesn't count if I feel uncomfortable, but when I close my eyes, I feel uncomfortable, and I always think about the past."

"You are disturbed."

"It doesn't count..." Are you worried?I don't care about it, so many difficult and difficult days have passed, and now it's time for me to feel at ease. There is nothing to be worried about. Even if I am not at ease, there is nothing I can do, and I can't change it.

Poker bottle sat down beside my bed and leaned against the head of the bed, then stretched out his arms and hugged me, I was caught off guard, pulled the quilt and lay half of my body in his arms.

My old face blushed: "What is this, little brother?"

He didn't say anything, just pressed his thumbs on my two temples, and I realized that he wanted to give me a massage. His ability to control the strength of his fingers was superb, and he pressed the acupuncture points on my head with subtle force. Needless to say where I feel uncomfortable, he seems to know it all.

There are many people with infinite strength in this world, but not everyone can control that kind of strength properly. The level of Poker Bottle needs a lot of effort to hone. I guess he uses his two fingers If you sandwich tofu, the tofu will not break a corner.

I'm not willing to close my eyes, after all, such opportunities are too rare, I haven't seen Poker Bottle for ten years, how many decades can there be in life?Ten years ago, I might not dare to stare at him so carelessly, but who am I now, I not only dare to look at him, but I dare to touch him with both of us.

He lowered his head and massaged me with a serious expression. His eyes were as flat as ever. In fact, the eyes of yellow people are rarely dark black, and most of them are brown or dark brown. My brother's eyes are dark and dark, like obsidian. , I feel like I'm going to drown if I look at it more.

I have seen many lamas in these years, no matter how profound their morality and deeds are, they can't compare to his expression, which makes me always have a bit of disdain when facing those lamas--I have seen a lot of worlds, you are nothing, How dare you pretend to be in front of Grandpa.

In fact, my feelings towards Poker Ping are very complicated. I thought that this person would become the white moonlight in my heart. I will never think of it and never forget it. I didn’t expect that neither he nor I died in the end. They can still live together.

I don't dare to expect too much. What people get in this life is to be exchanged with what they have. I can't afford the bargaining chip, and I can't get such a generous gift.But human nature is greedy. After staying by my side for a long time, I feel a little smug, thinking that he belongs to me. There are four big characters of Wu Xie on it. Anyone who dares to reach out will chop off his claws.

I looked at Poker Bottle, and said in a strange way: "Brother, I can't sleep, so please sing me a song."

After I finished speaking, I thought to myself, isn't this the same tone as molesting women, and his finger is still pressing against my temple.It exploded for me all of a sudden.

I didn’t expect Poker-Face to actually sing it for me. He sang really well, with a serious opera tone. I didn’t understand the lyrics, so I thought it sounded good. I regret not recording it with my mobile phone, and I will keep it as a family heirloom in the future. .

I listened to his singing, enjoyed the massage with his hair mound and two fingers, and smelled the incense he specially bought for me. My eyelids became increasingly heavy, and I suddenly understood why some people prefer peony flowers. Down to die.

I heard his voice in a daze, it was a bit ethereal, like a dream, I couldn't tell if it was the real voice of Poker Bottle.

He asked: "I am with you by your side, can you feel at ease?"

I don't know if I answered or not, I went straight to dreamland, without a dream all night, finally I don't have to wait for the stones to sprout on the bare snow field anymore.

When I woke up the next day, it was already high in the sun. I opened my eyes and felt very comfortable. I fell asleep this time, and I will never wake up from a long sleep!I haven't had such a peaceful sleep in many years.I held the thing in my arms and didn't want to let go, so I sighed comfortably and rubbed it a few more times.Only then did I feel that something was wrong, the hand didn't feel like a quilt, but like, like a person's hand...

I lowered my head tremblingly, and found that what I was holding was indeed a hand, and that hand was wrapped around my waist, my right hand clasped his fingers, and my left hand wrapped around his wrist and tightly clenched.My back was pressed tightly against the chest of the owner of this hand, and the body temperature came through the pajamas, burning my whole body.

I'm too familiar with this hand, it's the fucking one from Poker Bottle, which means that the person holding me behind my back is also him, happiness came too suddenly, my brain just woke up can't digest such a big surprise, She froze, and didn't want to let go of the hand holding the bottle of boring oil.

As soon as I moved the oil bottle, I knew I was awake. He yawned, and his breath was sprayed on the back of my neck. My goosebumps came up all at once. I subconsciously let go of his hand and turned around. I suspected that I did it on purpose, because I was still in his arms at all, and we were about the same height, so my forehead was directly attached to his, and the distance between my lips was probably only two centimeters.

too close.

My old heart started beating uncontrollably. It didn't beat so fast when I saw the blood corpse. Why is Boyouping on my bed?Why is he sleeping with his arms around me?This pose is too fucking a couple, too intimate.

I wanted to find out what happened, but I couldn't bear to let go of Pokerfing's warm and comfortable embrace. I just wanted to wait for him to push me away, but who knew that Pokerfing actually hugged me into his arms again and touched me. Touch my head: "Did you sleep well?"

I was afraid that I would miss the sound when I opened my mouth to speak, so I nodded tremblingly, and the tip of my nose rubbed against his a few times with the movement, ambiguously like a loving couple.

Poker bottle asked me: "Is it safe enough?"

I subconsciously asked: "What?"

He said that yesterday I grabbed his hand and refused to let it go, and when I wanted to break free, I groaned, my head was covered with sweat as if I had some nightmare, he hugged me, and I calmed down, so he hugged me all night asleep.

When he said this, he still didn't let go of the hand holding me, as if he was afraid that I would feel scared if he let go, and stared at me seriously.

I don't remember what kind of nightmare I had, but I believe that my little brother would not let such a lie, and immediately felt ashamed, and actually pestered my little brother to hug him before falling asleep.

But with him around, I do feel at ease. The sense of security he gives me is not the kind in Dou Li, but the kind in my heart. His calmness seems to be contagious.In the words of today's young people, the breath on his body can especially heal me.

I just said: "Yes."

Poker bottle made an action that made me doubt that I was still in a dream. This action can be remembered almost for the rest of my life, and it is directly engraved in my bones.

He raised his head slightly and kissed my forehead, and then I heard him say: "From then on, I will sleep with you."