love brother

Emi has very beautiful, blond hair, like my brother, but his eyes are a very sheer emerald green from his mother.

I used to hate his birth very much, I should say hate.I feel like he took away the last bit of attention my brother had from me.But later I was relieved, because I found that his birth could transform my brother from a sophisticated machine into a mortal.This change is very important. My brother, who was born as a machine, never looked at me more than once.However, when he becomes a mortal, he will always care about me by the way.So I have a little liking for this kid.

Do you think I'm pathetic?

In fact, there is no need. In order to get his care, I am as humble as an ant and willing to do so.

As you all know, I am not related to him by blood.My mother was his father's step-wife, and I was just brought into his family's pedestal.I don’t know if it’s Mr. Kemercia’s special wife. My mother died in a car accident five years after she married him.Fortunately, he didn't abandon me and send me to an orphanage, but instead raised me up to adulthood responsibly.Although my elder brother looked down on me since he was a child, it was like being poisoned. I have been very clingy to him since I was a child.He is to me what heroin is to an addict. He cannot quit for the rest of his life and has become my only weakness.I attribute it to providence.

The Kemersia family has been in politics for generations, and my dear brother, of course, followed the wishes of the family and embarked on this path.He is smarter than me, more decent than me, and more adaptable to this ever-changing society than me. Of course he will succeed.It can be said that he is the most successful member of the family in the past 50 years.

Contrary to him, when I became an adult, I joined the Mafia.I actually didn't think of any consequences at the time, I just wanted to protect him.Because you see, he is a white way, I am a gangster, and I can help him with things that he is not easy to come out to. The combination of two swords is really perfect.But obviously, he doesn't think so. He thinks that I have ruined the family's reputation, and I will look down on me even more.

"Yuni, do you like butterflies?"

When I recovered from my memories, I saw Amy dressed like a little gentleman, walking towards me with short legs.Since the last time he was kidnapped and rescued by me, he has become very close to me, he regards me as a hero.

"What are you doing?" I walked over and picked him up, and only then did I see the poor butterfly in his hand.

It was a phoenix-tailed butterfly half the size of an adult's palm. Its wings were shining with fluorescent blue light, and its antennae were moving. It looked half dead.

"This is what you caught?"

Amy was extremely proud: "Yes, I caught it alone!"

"Beautiful. Would you like to give it to your dad?" I asked because Ryan had a quirk, or at least I thought it was a quirk, of collecting butterfly specimens and sometimes making them himself.

"Well, I want to give it to Dad, and then let Dad give it to you." Amy said in a childish voice, playing with the phoenix butterfly that couldn't fly.

I was a little surprised: "Give it to me? Why didn't you just give it to me?"

He thought for a while and said seriously: "The housekeeper grandpa said that Dad has a way to make the butterfly live forever, so that you can have it forever. Youni, will you like this gift?"

Of course I would like it, even if it is a dog's tail grass, as long as it is given to me by Ryan's hands, I will regard it as a treasure in the world.

"Master Youni, the master is waiting for you in the study." The housekeeper came over and took Amy from my arms. Amy twisted dissatisfiedly, but in the end she didn't make any noise due to her good upbringing since she was a child, just like some kind of big eyes. Like a little furry animal, it stared at me pitifully until I walked up the stairs.

It seems that I am very popular with children, I thought a little smugly.

I haven't been to my brother's study for a long time.For those butterfly specimens, I feel both beautiful and weird, coupled with the sharp and delicate beauty of the owner, it makes people feel restless.

"sit."

Ryan didn't raise his head, and kept signing and approving the documents.I could see that he was busy with business, and it became even more strange why he asked me to come.

"Are you wondering why I asked you to come here?" He was like a mind-reading freak, interpreting my thoughts at the moment.

I began to picture him begging for mercy and crying under me in my mind, wondering if he could still read my thoughts.

But obviously he failed this time: "There is a banquet tonight, and I hope you will attend with me."

I was taken aback: "For what?"

"Miss Monkel's family is sixteen years old."

I understood it all at once, and then my mouth became bitter, and I didn't know where to put my hands and feet.

"Can I not go?"

He suddenly stopped the dip pen's flowing trajectory, then slowly raised his head and glanced at me.

That glance was like an ice pick piercing my bone, and I couldn't stop trembling.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and stared at me unblinkingly with his silver eyes, as if silently whipping me.

"What's your problem?"

I knew that his words were not insulting, he was just asking me, but I was too guilty to look him in the eyes.

I whispered, "I don't want to get married."

"If you don't get married, what do you do?" He seemed to have a good discussion with me. "Come and tell me, are you going to be like this for the rest of your life?"

I have no idea!Maybe I can still have a crush on you like this for the rest of my life!But I don't want to marry a woman for show!

I think at that moment I was a little bit desperate, and I blurted out: "I have someone I love."

His eyebrows frowned uncontrollably when I said this, I knew he was a little impatient.

He said in a cold voice: "Even if you get married, you can continue to love her."

He didn't even ask me the identity and name of the other party. It seemed that he believed that the person I loved was just a wandering warbler or a commoner somewhere.

I really want to tell him that it is he, the noble Mr. Kemersia, and see if he can keep his face calm.

I admit I lost my cool.

I said tremblingly: "But doing so will undoubtedly betray my loyalty to love, and I don't want that."

He should think my words are extremely ridiculous, because he showed a weird smile full of contempt, puzzlement, and absurdity.

"Youni, maybe you are not as mature as I thought." He stood up, walked around the desk, walked in front of me, and looked down at me.

"Brother..." I called out to him weakly, trying to arouse a trace of pity from him.

He stretched out his hand and smoothed a strand of hair from my cheek to the back of my ear. I didn't dare to look at his expression, but felt the coolness of his fingertips: "Now you just need to tell me, go or not."

The familiar scent lingers on the tip of my nose, which makes me nostalgic. I don't want him to be angry with me, nor do I want him to turn back to that indifferent brother.

"Yes, I'll go, I'll go with you." I restrained myself from kissing his fingertips and the back of his hand, restrained myself from pulling him into my arms, and finally met his gaze.

"Very good." He said deadpan.

That night, I attended the dinner with him and got acquainted with the sixteen-year-old lady.

Compared with me, she seems to be more in love with Ryan's maturity and stability. Although Ryan has a five-year-old son, I don't think she would mind being Emmy's little stepmother.

"She likes you."

I rode back in the same car with Ryan and I couldn't wait to loosen the tie as soon as I got on the seat, it was suffocating me!

"That's because you behaved very uneducated, did you do it on purpose?"

"Even if I imitate your appearance perfectly, she still doesn't like me. You should know that I don't have a prominent family background. I'm just your stepbrother." I looked at the quiet street outside the car window, feeling a little lonely I think he and I are so different.

"Will you marry her?" I asked.

"No." He seemed to be distracted for a while, and now he seemed a little caught off guard, but soon he calmed down: "She's too young, I won't marry her."

Amy's mother only occupied a little more than a year in my memory, and then she became a cold and pitiful tombstone for giving birth to Amy.But I'm still jealous of her, madly jealous of her.

At first I thought I could handle it with equanimity, but I was still uneasy: "Will you remarry?"

"If needed."

When he said this, his expression was still so cold, without hesitation, and he didn't care, as if he was born to be ruthless for the sake of profit.

I'm a bit disdainful of his indifference: "You're really tired, you should learn from Amy, and you'll be much happier."

He looked at me and sneered, his metallic eyes were as cold as frost in midwinter.

"He's a child, he has naive power. We're adults, and it's not a good thing for adults to be too naive."

So I hate growing up.

I wish I was just having a nasty dream, waking up to the same 12-year-old me looking up at my brother with fear and love, only daring to kiss him when he was asleep.

When the car drove not far from my apartment, I asked the driver to stop, and Ryan looked at me puzzled. He might have thought that I would go back to the manor in the suburbs with him.

"No, it's more convenient here. I'm going to see De Cario tomorrow morning."

When he heard De Cario's name from my mouth, his cold facial features became more and more impersonal.

Decario is a street gangster I met when I was 16 years old. The process of acquaintance was full of sweat and blood. Anyway, we became good buddies. In my party, he is considered to be my right-hand man, but only we know each other. He is my best friend, the person I trust and love most in the world, besides Ryan.

Compared with my deep friendship with De Cario, Ryan regarded him as an underground rat, and his disgust was palpable.

I think it also has something to do with his belief that De Cario led me into the Mafia.

In fact, he was wrong, I brought De Cario into "MASK".

"You will get into trouble because of him sooner or later." Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly annoyed, the silver-gray eyes without any warmth.

I put my hand on the car door and bowed slightly to say goodbye to him.

"Perhaps you are right, but even if it is death, I am willing. Good night, brother."

He was really angry, because in the past, his good manners would not allow him not to respond to my goodbye, but now he turned his face away and deliberately ignored my existence.

I had no choice but to sigh, help him close the car door, and then leave alone.

After walking more than ten meters, I couldn't help looking back, the car was still in place, and for a moment I had the illusion that Ryan was looking at me through the shadowy car window, and I smiled in that direction Laughing, feeling a little silly, touched his nose, then turned and walked towards the apartment.

The next day, I received a butterfly specimen from my brother. The blue wings were not complete, because Amy was not gentle in the capture process, a small piece was missing on the left side, and one of the tentacles was also broken. But I cherish it very much and hang it where I can see it with my open eyes.

I kissed its glass dome like I kissed Ryan, my love.