Cold and aloof older brother
My relationship with Lin Yue isn't actually water and fire, because I don't dislike him. On the contrary, as a senior member of the Appearance Association, I'm very satisfied with this slightly cold and arrogant brother on my own initiative.
As for Lin Yue, he probably can't be bothered to dislike me.
I remember my mom saying that Lin Yue's biological mother is a Sino-German hybrid, so he inherited a bit of the German look, such as his deep gray-brown eyes, and then there's his high nose bridge, as well as his slender and tall physique that can kill off countless supermodels.
Unfortunately, he's a stubborn bookworm, otherwise he wouldn't have taken the top scholarship to study law, and in all these years, I haven't even heard him mention dating.
Wasn't it... two little men appeared in my mind, they were kissing, kissing, kissing, rubbing, rubbing, and rubbing again. One of the little men turned his face around, it was Lin Yue.
Another little boy also looked at me with him, and he was actually Yu Tian!
I was so scared by my own terrifying imagination that I took a deep breath, and didn't dare to look straight at Lin Yue. If he knew I dared to secretly plot against him like this, he might take out some Hammurabi law code and beat me to death with it.
From then on, the two characters "Xi" and "Le" will be immortalized like cuneiform script.
With this panic, I kept a safe distance from Lin Yue for the entire afternoon. As Grandma would say, God gave me two of the best things in the world: a safe face and wisdom.
Beautiful women die young, and people who are too clever also die early.
So I'm very safe. Lin Yue's life was destined to be on thin ice, so he chose to clear his mind and reduce his desires.
I took a sneaky look at Lin Yue, worried about him, and spent the entire lazy afternoon with my mind wandering aimlessly until the little director in my brain yelled "cut" while holding a grass cigarette.
Lin Yue's line of sight was only moving back and forth in a regular pattern on the thick stack of documents in his hand, folding into one annoying straight line after another.
I think I still have a bottom line, otherwise I wouldn't be so persistent in being flattering and yet not forgetting to put on airs in front of Lin Yue, and I'm also paying attention to whether his attitude towards me will change slightly.
Of course, those are all too far away.
I put on my earphones and started listening to Odawara Eri, savoring the various heartbreaks between Higashi Aoi and Rika, but this balance didn't last long. The music suddenly became heavy-headed and lightheaded, I turned around, Lin Yue was pulling one of my earphones, with a helpless expression reminding me, "Dinner is ready."
He seemed to be speaking seriously, but I wasn't listening very carefully and instead asked out of the blue, "If it were you, would you choose Rie or Liko?"
Lin Yueli didn't respond as she should have, I clicked my tongue and followed her to the dinner table, where we ate a meal with our hearts not in it.
Sometimes I think that when Lin Yue is around, time seems to have been fast-forwarded secretly, and every second is precious and luxurious. To avoid this luxury, or the dishwashing task that follows, I'm the first one to get up from the dinner table and say "I'm full" before rushing into the kitchen to open the fridge and look for beer.
I carried half a dozen beers up to the rooftop.
This is called being young, this is called carefree, this is called decadent, and this is also called reckless. In short, I like this feeling, sitting on the rooftop with my legs dangling, swaying gently, yet fearing that a pair of malicious black hands might suddenly appear behind me.
Luckily, the beer in hand was enough to numb that one thread of nervousness.
I told myself I'm not afraid, nor am I bored or lonely, and certainly not trying to escape the feeling of thinking about a certain someone. You see, it's been ages since I last mentioned his name, hasn't it?
It was as if my line of sight could gather into a small point, staring intently at the area below ten meters, as if it could reflect his pale fingertips hanging down at that time, and those irregularly scattered scraps of paper.
I really want to pick it up, but I don't know if the lost memories and time can be easily pieced together. Can the future pieced together still be considered complete?