At that time, he had just been taken back to the Ling family, and he and his brother Ling Qianwei were disgusted with each other. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 It was then that he became obsessed with reading novels. He went to Kaiyuan Literature Network to read novels, and at that time, it was not popular to cross the stallion Shuangwen, and many novels were more serious. Ling Qianchao's favorite novels are the counterattack of the cold door and the rise of the concubine, which makes him feel very immersed.

In the past, when he didn't have any money, as long as he cried a few times at his dad and pretended to be pitiful, he would have money. Over time, he also learned the essence of pretending to be pitiful. Although he knew a boy who was not good at pretending to be pitiful and unmanly, he couldn't help but do it.

Speaking of his cheap brother, he was actually very middle two when he was young. When he first came to his house, he couldn't stop being envious when he saw his brother.

"Grandpa, there's a guest at home." A handsome young man with a tall figure, wearing a set of blue and white sportswear with a good texture, walked into the living room with a basketball in his hand. That was the first time Ling Qianchao saw his cheap brother.

Brother Cheap doesn't look like Cheap at all.

He looks very good, like a prince in a fairy tale. His hair was black as if it had been dyed with ink, his skin was so white that he couldn't see the pores at all, his sword eyebrows were straight, his eyes were clear and narrow, his nose was straight, and his thin lips were a little red. For the first time, Ling Qianchao felt inferior, deeply inferior.

Low self-esteem is a very wonderful thing, hidden in the bones, and inadvertently, it spreads out.

"Come, Ahma." The refined and majestic old man kindly called him to him: "This is your brother, Qianchao. ”

Ling Qianchao timidly and pretended to be generous to raise his head to look at his cheap brother's expression, his heart was beating non-stop, and he had some indescribable expectations.

Who knew that the smile on Ling Qianyi's face immediately collapsed, and the eyes looking at him were empty and terrifyingly indifferent. After a while, Ling Qianwei suddenly made a neat backhand, threw the basketball in his hand into his arms, and sarcastically disdainfully: "What is worthy of being my brother?" ”

The weight of the basketball is very heavy, and Ling Qianwei is vigorous. The basketball hit Ling Qianchao's arms, and he staggered backwards.

Then, the basketball bounced a few times due to inertia and smashed the coffee table. Grandpa was angry, and the nanny came to clean up, it was really a day of chickens and dogs.

Later, Ling Qianchao always habitually showed a weak appearance in front of everyone. He thought that Ling Qianwei was so short-tempered that he would make some small moves for him from time to time, torturing him so much that he was worse than death, but he didn't. Ling Qianwei had never been secretly supportive, he was probably so disgusted that he disdained to hide it, and it was always written clearly on his face.

On the first day of eating, Ling Qianwei was about to go back upstairs after eating a few bites, put down his chopsticks and said, "Don't eat." ”

His grandfather didn't speak, but his father was faintly dissatisfied, "Qianchao just came, what do you look like like this?" Is there anyone like you do to your brother? ”

Ling Qianwei snorted coldly, his arrogant gaze swept over his whole body, as if he had seen him inside and out, "Seeing him is like seeing a fly, it's hard to swallow." ”

Ling Qianchao knew that he was looking at him. He had just come from a small mountain village, and he thought he had cleaned up properly, but in fact, he was still much worse than others. No matter how many times I washed my hair, it was not smooth as others, and my nails were picked a few times, and there was always a little stain hidden in it. He lowered his head, and for the first time blushed in Ling Qian's naked eyes.

His dad especially treasured a vase with a totem depicted on it, said to be an antique, placed in the center of the hall of the house to show off the atmosphere of their home. Ling Qianchao didn't understand it at the time, and he was particularly interested in this kind of thing. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the living room, he squatted next to him and watched.

Coincidentally, this scene happened to be seen by Ling Qianwei, who came back from playing basketball.

The string in Ling Qianchao's heart immediately collapsed, he completely remembered Ling Qianchao's appearance at that time, he just glanced at it casually, his eyes were disdainful and frivolous, as if he didn't see him. It's this kind of look, frivolous, and doesn't take people in his eyes at all! The devil in his heart completely dominated Ling Qianchao's movements!

"Bang!"

The vase fell to the ground, shattered, and shattered into countless pieces, large and small.

Ling Qianchao suddenly exploded and smashed the basketball on him, "Ling Qianchao, are you her/mother/sick!" ”

"You don't know this is my dad's most precious vase, who gave you the right to let you smash things!"

Ling Qianchao was knocked to the ground by the basketball, his hand was pierced with splinters, and he was grabbed by the collar by the furious Ling Qianchao. His father came down from upstairs, sighed at the vase, and roared, "What's the matter with you two? When do you want to make trouble! Give me a day of peace, can't you! ”

"Qianchao, tell me, what's wrong."

He looked at his brother weakly: "My brother threw me with a basketball again, and he wanted to hit me, and accidentally smashed the vase." Dad, I didn't mean to see the vase, but my brother just said that I was a country mud leg, and the vase was dirty. ”

His father was suddenly angry: "Ah Yan, can you stop and stop!" It seems that I used to be so indulgent with your grandfather that you gave me lawlessness, even your brother didn't let go! Today you even dare to smash my favorite vase, so one day you are going to smash something on my and your grandfather's heads to be willing! ”

Ling Qian's eyes turned red and he sneered, "Who the hell admits that he's my brother?" You fooled around with my mother and forced a younger brother to me, and you thought I was willing. Give me a brother who is the same age as me, you wish others didn't know that you cheated on my mother when she was pregnant, didn't you?! ”

"You rebel! You ......" his dad slapped his cheap brother, "you're going to me off!" ”

"Ling Qianchao, you are really a villain." His brother was indifferent, ignored his father, but gave him these words before leaving.

Later, his brother became a lot quieter. No, it should have been a lot quieter in front of his family. His calm down made everyone think of him greatly. was originally the eldest young master of a rich family, but after becoming polite, he became more likable. He can play the piano, draw, dance, swim, and taekwondo...... It seems that everything can be done, and reading is better. In such a comparison, he Ling Qianchao is simply useless, even if he tries his best to learn, he is always a big step behind Ling Qianchao. Ling Qianwei didn't have to do anything, didn't have to say anything, just stepped on the tip of his heart with an elegant gesture.

Moreover, after the family was harmonious, Dad and Grandpa were full of praise for Ling Qianjun and became even more satisfied. He Ling Qianchao was reduced to a green leaf, and he was a foil every day. If there is something bad in the family, the first thing that the family thinks of is what he does. Whenever that happens, he would always see Ling Qianyi raise the corners of his mouth at him, and his light smile was actually extremely presumptuous.

Ling Qianchao clicked on this essay contest and saw at a glance the top three works in the competition so far. The first place is "Time is not old, we are not scattered", the second place is "Youth Chronicles", and the third place is "In those years, we chased the class flowers together".

"Banhua?" Ling Qianchao's eyes darkened.

He casually looked at the chapters that had already been published, and his heart moved. This, this, and this, are the same! When he was in high school, he had a crush on the class flower of their class, and that class flower was still Ling Qianwei's little girlfriend. Ling Qianwei is used to using his own skin, and many girls are fascinated by him.

【Notes】

Ling Qianchao: Actually, what I want to say most is that Ling Qianwei can also pick up girls, and she is a master. And I don't even have the courage to whistle at Banhua. I'm really inferior to others in this regard, I admit it. T_T