My rival won't let me fall in love early! !

Yuan Rong's eyes suddenly burst into flames. Holding the cone in his left hand, he awkwardly withdrew his right hand from Yuan Qingzhuo's arms and carried it behind his back. He was about to give him a common elbow while he was unprepared, and Yuan standing in front Dad has already answered this question for him: "Be obedient! Why don't you be obedient? This year, Yuan Rong is very well-behaved, and the first model in the city also got the second place in the city. Your mother and I are very satisfied."

Where Yuan's father and mother could not see, Yuan Qingzhuo firmly pressed Yuan Rong's head on his chest, and then said with a smile: "It seems that you are really obedient."

The warm body sensation and the low magnetic and dull words from the chest flowed into the cerebral cortex along Yuan Rong's ears. At that moment, he shuddered, and pushed Yuan Qingzhu away like a stress reaction, his face was full of suffocated anger And slightly pink: "This is a public place, you should pay more attention!"

He rubbed his reddened earbones, and walked directly behind Yuan's father, avoiding Yuan Qingzhuo's direct gaze.

Sure enough, the brothers and sisters in front of their parents were all pretending, even if they hugged him, what Yuan Qingzhuo thought about was how to deal with him.

How can it be a year since you miss your brother?

Yuan's father and Yuan's mother didn't notice it, they just thought that the two children were still competing. They took the suitcase from the eldest son and walked towards the parking lot outside the terminal building. Yuan Rong quickly followed. It didn't take long for him to be equal to Yuan Qingzhuo behind him.

"..."

Yuan Rong felt uncomfortable all over, and the sweet orange-flavored ice cream rolled on the tip of his tongue became less sweet, and it was as cold as the temperature of his fingertips.

This time, Yuan Qingzhuo didn't continue to come up to him to find him unhappy, but took out his mobile phone and glanced at him while walking side by side, not knowing who he was sending a message to.

The family of four got into the car, Yuan Rong pulled down his scarf, deliberately ignored Yuan Qingzhuo who was sitting next to him, and turned slightly to the car window, pretending to enjoy the scenery while eating.

Although he didn't know where his eyes were staring, he was secretly observing the movements of the people around him from the corner of his eye... The car was dark, and his parents were sitting in front discussing business matters.

After the car started, the sound of clothes rubbing suddenly sounded beside him. Yuan Rong looked over subconsciously. In the darkness, Yuan Qingzhuo slowly approached.

Alarm bells rang in Yuan Rong's heart. Since his parents were present, he could only warn in a low voice while holding an ice cream: "Yuan Qingzhuo...what do you want to do?"

With the light behind him, Yuan Qingzhuo's expression was dark and unclear. He turned his head slightly and staggered a little, and his voice contained a bit of narrowness: "Rong Rong, you are not wearing a seat belt."

Immediately afterwards, there was a rustling sound, and Yuan Qingzhuo's slender and handsome hands pulled the black seat belt around Yuan Rong's body, and it fell into the buckle, making a soft "click".

Look, how skillful this movement is, how kind this smile is, how he looks like a good brother with 24 filial piety.

Veins twitched on Yuan Rong's forehead: Even the aunt who came to Yuan's house to clean knew that he hated being called Rong Rong the most. Since he entered high school, his parents stopped calling him that.

Only Yuan Qingzhuo likes to dance in his minefield, Rong Rong in front of others, Yuan Rong in back, and even calls him a little bastard when he is angry.

Laughing Tiger!

"... melted." At this time, Yuan Qingzhuo said again.

Yuan Rong: "What changed?"

"Cones."

Yuan Qingzhuo raised his hand and grabbed his wrist, bit the last piece of ice cream above the cone into his mouth with his hand, and then Shi Shiran sat back to his original position.

Yuan Rong:? ? ?

There is only one empty crispy tube left, this is the ice cream he bought!Yuan Qingzhuo really didn't dislike him, in order to make him unhappy, he even bit into the half-eaten ice cream!

No, this is not quite accurate.Thinking about it carefully, Yuan Qingzhuo is indeed not as clean as usual when it comes to eating his food.

When the relationship between the two of them was very good before...Of course, that was a long time ago. Yuan Rong was often picky eaters, and he would throw away half of the snacks. He was afraid that his parents would see and teach him again. He mopped up.

At that time, Yuan Qingzhuo was still a kind-hearted young man with strong roots, and he took very good care of Yuan Rong. Every day, his younger brother and younger brother were in love. Who can resist a beautiful young man hugging you and saying that he wants to protect you?

However, as soon as he reached the age, Yuan Qingzhuo began to grow like a strip, his eyebrows and eyes became sharp, and he also had his own thoughts, and his relationship with Yuan Rong gradually became estranged.

At the beginning, the two of them just didn't talk or make contact. This inexplicable cold war lasted for more than half a year, and the way Yuan Qingzhuo looked at him also changed.Cynicism, provocation, and pranks emerged one after another. Only when Yuan Rong saw how shriveled was Yuan Qingzhuo would he show a spring-like smile.

And Yuan Rong also changed from the initial grievance and incomprehension to what he is now, maintaining a level-[-] alert state all the time, avoiding if he can, and being tough if he can't.

Thinking of this, his mood slowly sank, so he ate all the cones in silence, and had no other communication with Yuan Qingzhuo along the way.

The original family lived in a villa area inside the second ring road of Shicheng. The small bungalow they lived in was moved in when Yuanrong was in his second year of junior high school. In that year, Yuan's father's business finally improved, and the whole family happily bought this apartment. Later, no matter how much money he earned, he never moved again. For Yuan's father, this small house has the most special meaning to him.

After entering the house, Yuan Rong put on slippers, quickly washed his hands in the kitchen on the first floor, and volunteered: "Dad, I'll cook for you!"

Yuan's father took off his foggy glasses and joked, "Hey, when will my son be able to cook?"

Yuan Rong blushed a little when he said this. Indeed, he has basically never been in the kitchen. The biggest expectation of his parents is to get good grades in the exam. It doesn't matter whether he learns other life skills, after all, there is always someone to take care of him.In their concept, no matter how bad it is, Yuan Qingzhuo can help. After all, as the "most worry-free" child, Yuan Qingzhuo actively learned to cook and do housework at a very young age.

Yuan's mother took her luggage and went upstairs with Yuan Qingyao. He didn't want to stay on the first floor with Yuan Qingyao, and would rather learn to cook here than go up.

Yuan Rong said embarrassingly: "I just want to help out. My brother is back, so of course I have to cook a delicious meal."

The youngest son wanted to cook it for the first time, and Yuan's father was certainly satisfied. He opened the refrigerator and took out a bag of fresh vegetables: "Then let's wash and choose vegetables first."

Yuan Rong took out a vegetable basket from the cupboard and went to the terrace to start working.

About half an hour later, the kitchen door opened, and Yuan's mother took off her coat and walked in. As soon as she saw Yuan Rong, she said, "Hey, why don't you go up, Qingzhuo is waiting for you."

Yuan Rong's face froze: "What is he waiting for me for?"

"Your brother said he brought you a gift when he returned home, so go up and find him."

"It's just a gift, it's the same whenever you give it, don't worry—"

Before he could finish speaking, Yuan's mother pulled him over and pushed him out of the kitchen: "Okay, you two children go to play, and we will cook."

"..."

Play shit.

Yuan Rong turned around and glanced at the stairs, struggled for a while, and then reluctantly went up to the second floor step by step.

In addition to the master bedroom and a guest bedroom on the second floor, there are two other rooms close to the end of the corridor, which are his and Yuan Qingzhuo's room.

Yuan Rong stood at the door of the original cleaning room, looked at the closed mahogany door, raised his hand and knocked lightly a few times, the sound was so small that it could be ignored.

He counted ten seconds, but the door didn't open, so he turned around, opened his bedroom and walked in without looking back.

Yuan Rong lay on the bed and rolled around a few times, then found his cell phone in the bookcase drawer, and texted back with his good friend.After quitting the chat software, he felt a little bored, and suddenly didn't know what else to play.He doesn't dare to touch TV series and games. Yuan Rong knows that his self-control is not that good. If he touches it, it will be a bit difficult to enter the current learning state.

When it comes to holidays, his entertainment becomes going out with friends, singing, eating, watching movies, and they occasionally go to the bar behind their backs. These things can never distract him, nor will they Get him hooked.

Yuan Rong lay down covered by the quilt for a while, remembering that she hadn't changed her clothes yet and would be scolded again when her mother found out, so she jumped up and went to the closet to look for her pajamas.

After another exchange, the phone rang suddenly, and the caller ID: Hua Yihe.

Seeing this name that hadn't appeared for a long time, Yuan Rong was overjoyed, took off his pants halfway, then moved to the side of the bed and switched on the speakerphone: "Yihe, you finally remembered to call me!"

A slightly hoarse and low voice came from the phone: "Well, I haven't gone to school for so long, so you may be worried."

"Yeah, everyone is very worried about you... It's just a holiday, why don't we meet up another day?"

There was silence on the phone, and then he said, "Okay, how about you, how are you doing recently?"

Yuan Rong said casually: "Of course I'm still the same old man. I'm in the third year of high school, and everyone has started to study hard. There were a lot of dark horses in our class in the last exam."

Hua Yihe smiled sullenly on the other end of the phone.

"What are you laughing at? By the way, are you in Shicheng now? Qinchuan and the others miss you very much. If you are free, let's meet this week. I will find you—"

"Who are you looking for?" Suddenly a question came in at this moment.

Yuan Rong took the call as a matter of course: "Who am I looking for, of course I am looking for you, otherwise who else can I look for..."

Before the end of the sound fell, he stopped putting on his pants, and turned around suddenly to look at the door.

I saw Yuan Qingzhuo leaning on the door frame with folded arms, looking at him intently.

The atmosphere became quiet, only the hands-free noise was accompanied by the question from the other end of the phone: "...Yuan Rong, what's wrong?"

Yuan Rong's thinking was sluggish, his face turned red, and he didn't have time to respond to Hua Yihe: "Yuan, Qing, Zhuo, why didn't you knock when you entered someone else's room? Get out of here quickly."

Yuan Qingzhuo straightened up, slammed the door behind his backhand, walked to him with long legs, picked up the phone and looked at the screen, and then hung up the phone neatly.

Taking advantage of this spare time, Yuan Rong cleaned up the remaining pajamas and snatched his mobile phone from him: "What are you doing, I finally made a call with Yihe."

"Stop associating with such evil people," Yuan Qingzhuo showed displeasure in his long and narrow eyes, "I heard that he doesn't go to school and spends all day at home studying how to psychic catch ghosts. You should break up with him early."

"I don't, you go out for me," Yuan Rong pulled his arm and walked out, "In the future, you are not allowed to come in without my consent."

This sentence is said every time, but it doesn't work every time.

Yuan Qingzhuo was dragged by him to the door of the house, suddenly turned around and pressed his younger brother against the door, stretched out a long leg to touch his knee, patted his side face, and said through gritted teeth: "Little brother Bastard, I haven't seen you for a year, and I will bite my brother when I see him."

Yuan Rong was placed in a posture of being defeated by his subordinates, with his face pressed against the cold door, his eyes half downcast and not speaking.

Take a look, this is Yuan Qingzhuo's true face, vicious, arrogant, and especially fond of bullying others.

"Are you dumb?" Yuan Qingzhuo let go of his strength a little, and leaned over to his side, "Or do you want to pretend to be pitiful and get away with me?"

The two grew up together, who didn't know each other, and he could clearly feel the small thoughts in Yuan Rong's heart.

Sure enough, after being spotted by Yuan Qingzhuo, Yuan Rong closed his eyes, looking annoyed.

"I didn't mess with you, why did you treat me like this?"

"Didn't you mess with me?" Yuan Qingzhuo repeated the question and smiled, "If you didn't mess with me, I can bully you too."

Yuan Rong: "You!"

"What about me?" Yuan Qingzhuo looked condescendingly at his white side neck in the loose dark blue pajamas collar, his eyes quickly focused, and then returned to his face, "Why don't you say something nice , I will let you go, this request is not too much, right?"

Yuan Rong snorted, "For example?"

"For example, call me brother, or say that I miss you, or say that brother, I was wrong, it's fine." Yuan Qingzhuo showed a malicious smile.

"..."

Yuan Rong closed his eyes again: "You think beautifully."

"Don't say it? If you don't say it, I can only hold you like this forever." Yuan Qingzhuo sighed regretfully.

……hateful.

Yuan Rong had a plan in mind, and said in a compromise: "Okay, then let me go first."

Yuan Qingzhuo let go of the shackles on him and watched him perform with a smile.

Yuan Rong suddenly pounced on him, wrapped his arms around his waist, pressed on every step of the way, and threw him directly on the carpet beside the bed.

"elder brother!"

Yuan Qingzhuo didn't notice for a while, the young man had already straddled him, proudly pressing him into the gray velvet blanket, and pretending to be holding his neck with both hands.

"I miss your size! When you're not around, I live very comfortably every day."

Yuan Qingzhuo lay flat on the carpet, his eyes fell on his face, and he said quietly: "Really? I'm not very comfortable."

"It turns out that the legendary Colonel Shi will also feel uncomfortable." Yuan Rong raised his eyebrows and laughed, "Then I will feel even more at ease."

After that, he stood up directly, stepped over Yuan Qingzhuo's long legs and left the room, humming a little tune and went downstairs quickly.

Yuan Qingzhuo slowly sat up from the carpet, recalling his brother's heartless smiling face, his heart sank.

What a dodgy little bastard.

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