The sun was shining brightly today and the room was bright. They could see each other's expressions clearly.
Wei Jing opened his mouth. He wanted to beg for mercy and act coquettishly, but nothing came out in the end. What could he say? He was the one who did not work hard enough and was jealous of his elder brother. He was the one who betrayed his elder brother because he was not determined enough. Everything was his fault.
His elder brother took good care of him and listened to him. He was the one who was not satisfied. In the end, not only did he hurt himself, but he also hurt his elder brother.
In his second life, he lived with his elder brother with the intention of atoning for his sins. In the end, he was still the one who needed to be taken care of. He was like a parasite, saying nice things while thinking about what he should do. In reality, he had been sucking his elder brother's flesh and blood to survive.
He was despicable and selfish.
How could he beg for his elder brother's forgiveness like this?
Was he going to be abandoned by his elder brother? From his previous life to this life, he had been panicking for countless years. Now, it was finally going to happen. Wei Jing looked up in a daze and saw the young man's cold eyes that were no longer gentle. He wanted to hold the other party's hand, but he could not lift it.
"Don't you have anything to say?" The man's voice was low and sexy. At this moment, in Wei Jing's ears, it was like the whisper of a demon.
"I'm … I'm sorry." The little boy shrank back. The corners of his eyes and brows were slightly red. He held back the tears that were about to fall and said in a soft voice, "I will move out."
When he heard the first sentence, Wei Zhe's expression had just improved a little. However, when he heard the second sentence, he was so angry that he laughed. He stood beside Wei Jing. His tall body was like an insurmountable mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression. He sneered and said with contempt, "Move out? You? I'm afraid that in less than half a month, you will be tricked into becoming a child bride in the mountain village. "
He continued, "He has no household register and no identity card. A twelve-year-old child with a large sum of money. He is the best target for hooligans. "
He had put in so much effort for him over the years, but in the end, this child … wanted to leave?
Did he dislike him that much? Then why did he take the initiative to approach him back then? Did he lack a playmate? Now that there were more people, did they want to give up on him?
Wei Jing's face turned pale. He had always known that he was useless. He wasn't smart, wasn't quick-witted, didn't know how to please others, and didn't have any skills either. Even after being reborn, he was still muddling along. The only way he could think of to earn money was to resell houses, a skill that any Chinese would know.
He was a pest.
Therefore, it was only right for Big Brother to look at him like he was looking at a pest.
Don't cry. Big Brother hates weak people the most. Wei Jing told himself this. He shrunk his nose hard and held back the tears that were about to fall. He stood there stupidly, like a prisoner who had committed a heinous crime, waiting for the Emperor's judgment.
"Say something! Are you mute? " At this moment, Wei Zhe was like a maniac. His voice was sharp, his eyes were red, and his face was distorted. He was doing things that he would never do when he was sober.
"Then … Big … Big Brother … You … You … What do … you want?" Wei Jing couldn't speak fluently at this moment. The huge, indescribable pressure was like a mountain pressing down on his back. Everything in front of him turned black, and there was a temporary visual gap.
Wei Jing thought that even if Big Brother asked him to die, he would jump off the balcony without hesitation.
However, he waited and waited, but there was no response.
It wasn't until the loud sound of the door closing that he was suddenly awakened from his muddled state. The white roses in the painting were in full bloom, and the messy packaging was thrown aside. The whole living room was empty, and he was the only one left.
Wei Jing's legs went soft, and he knelt down on the cold ground.
He had messed everything up again.
Like a piece of trash.
The confidence that he had just built up disappeared like the snow under the June sun.
The young man held the painting in his hand silently. His delicate fingers, which were like flower buds, clasped tightly on the painting, and his fingernails were quickly dyed with the color of the paint. If only he hadn't drawn this painting. If only all of this hadn't happened.
The painting was ravaged into a mess by him. Cold, salty tears fell on the painting one by one. Those uncontrollable, undeserved grievances collided with the self-blame and shame in his heart, making him feel like he was in a mixture of fire and water.
He sobbed softly, and his voice was broken. His chest felt like it was being pressed down by something, and he couldn't breathe. It was as if he would faint in the next second.
The sun was setting in the west, and this was the scene that the confinement nanny saw when she came to make lunch.
The young man, who was about 12 years old, hugged his knees with his hands, and his eyes were tightly shut. His eyes were red, and there were still tears on his face. He was like a pitiful little rabbit that had been bullied but had no one to complain to. It was very lovable.
"You're here …" Wei Jing was tired from crying, and unknowingly fell into a light sleep. The confinement nanny opened the door, and he woke up with a start. He rubbed his eyes and got up from the ground. Because he had been squatting for too long, he almost fell.
"Are you okay?" The confinement nanny, who was supporting the young man, asked worriedly.
"I'm fine." Wei Jing shook his head. He wanted to say that he wasn't hungry and that she didn't need to cook today, but on second thought, what if Big Brother came back later? Even if the chances were slim, what if? "You cook! I'm going to the bedroom to rest. "
"Okay." The confinement nanny nodded and comforted him. "Take it easy. There's nothing that can't be overcome in this world."
Wei Jing forced a smile, but it was uglier than crying.
The bedroom was still the same as when Wei Jing woke up in the morning. It had only been a few hours, but everything had changed. He sat on the bed in a daze, and his gaze fell on the corner of the room. The yellow sponge and his gay friend, Patrick Star, were quietly snuggling together, just like when Big Brother had just given him a few years ago.
What was he going to do? Why wouldn't Big Brother be angry?
Wei Jing didn't know.
If he doted on someone so much, and that person betrayed him in the end, he would probably throw him far away and hope that he would never see him again. However, he had been mocked by Big Brother when he had said that he wanted to leave. So … Big Brother didn't want him to leave?
Even in such a situation, a hidden happiness rose from the bottom of his heart because of this thought.
Wei Jing thought about many things that day, but he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. Wei Jing only snapped out of his daze when the curtain of night fell and the room was pitch-black. His empty stomach screamed in hunger, but he didn't want to move at all.
He even thought that he might as well just die.
After all, he was useless in this world. Even if he died, not many people would be willing to shed tears for him.
Bang!
Wei Jing turned his head and saw the aggressive young man kick open the locked door. His face couldn't be seen clearly in the dark, and he could only vaguely see the man's long and narrow eyes. His voice sounded anxious. "What are you doing in the room all day? Come out and eat. "
"Big … Big Brother." He stared at the figure in front of him without blinking. He suddenly jumped off the bed and threw himself into the man's arms. His thin and weak arms hugged the man's strong waist tightly. He was afraid that this was just a dream and that it would disappear in the next second.
Wei Zhe immediately regretted it the moment he ran out of the house.
He bought a pack of cigarettes from the small store in the neighborhood. Without caring about his image, he sat by the flower bed like a homeless man and smoked one cigarette after another. The familiar smell of nicotine filled his brain.
People walking by the roadside pointed at him and looked at him as if they were looking at a monkey in the zoo.
The sun in May was strong, and he was sweating like a fool. However, he didn't dare to go upstairs, afraid that he would say those hurtful words again.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. As long as he was facing Wei Jing, he would easily lose control of his emotions. His previous calm and rational mind seemed to have been thrown to the dogs. He was like a rash person, saying things that he didn't mean, hoping that this person would give him more and show that he cared more about him.
Once the other person's answer didn't meet his expectations, his temper would become even more irritable. He wanted to take a chain to Wei Jing and lock him in the house, so that he would never see anyone else.
But … this was wrong.
Wei Jing was the person he loved. He should give him enough respect and treat him as an equal, and not as an object that he could casually manipulate.
The person he loved should be a reserved and shy little prince. Although he was a little crybaby and didn't know much about the world, he was still him. He was the person he liked from the beginning, the person he cared about.
So what if he wasn't smart? There were many smart people in the world, but he only loved one Wei Jing.
So what if he loved to cry? Wasn't he just a little delicate? It wasn't like he couldn't afford to spoil him.
So what if he didn't know much about the world? He had a lot of money and a lot of power. He could build a white ivory tower for him and let him live as he wished.
But because of this, he couldn't wait to spoil the person he loved. When did he become so sensitive and fragile? He was like a delicate porcelain. He was beautiful, but too fragile. He was afraid that the other person would accidentally fall and break into pieces if he didn't catch him.
He obviously wanted to be good to the other person, but the end result always seemed to be the opposite of what he expected.
No matter what he did, it was wrong!
Even if he asked, he would only get a tearful expression. It made his heart ache, but it also made him angrier. He wanted to drill into the other person's brain and see what he was thinking.
Wei Zhe sat alone in the garden of the residential area for a long time. He finished smoking a pack of cigarettes and his throat was hoarse.
But he still didn't dare to go upstairs.
His emotions seemed to be stirred up by a demon, making him feel uneasy and unable to control his actions. Wei Jing must have hated what he did before! That's right, he was so selfish, cold, and full of evil desires. He also … hated it!
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