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Full Sugar Cola: Azure Grape Summer
墨書 Inktalez
It was still a bit of a youthful summer, with a heart that felt free and unrestrained like Ma Boquan's. The weather in March and April could change in an instant; yesterday, the temperature soared to nearly 33°C, but today it shifted from sunny to thunderstorms.
The sound of rain pattered against the umbrella, and he thought of his brother, Zhang Kangle.
For the past few days, Zhang Kangle had been swamped with a packed schedule, running from morning till night. They could only meet for dinner, and even then it was just for twenty minutes. Afterward, he would watch his brother's interviews on the van over and over again.
During the time he waited for his brother to finish work, he couldn't help but wonder what interesting things might happen with his colleagues today.
He felt like a jealous husband.
No, no, Ma Boquan shook his head, trying to shake off those strange thoughts.
As expected, he failed.
He couldn't help but fiddle with the jade grape ornament that Zhang Kangle had given him. It was crystal clear and cool to the touch, and suddenly he craved some fruit. Ma Boquan unconsciously licked his lips, and his brother's sparkling eyes flashed in his mind, resembling a pair of grapes filled with water.
And then there was the silky feel of his skin... the snow-white shoulders... the collarbone, and those fingertips that turned red when he was excited. Ma Boquan felt his ears burn; his entire body felt hot. How could this be? He was being ridiculous.
Now it was getting even stranger. His brother worked so hard, yet here he was thinking about all these nonsensical things. Damn it, he should punish himself by skipping dinner.
But his brother had praised how cute his cheeks were...
"Ma Qiqi, come eat. What are you thinking about?" Zhang Kangle opened the only container of mango double-skin milk and handed it to Ma Boquan. His younger brother didn’t like drinking herbal tea but loved double-skin milk. So he had to swap out all the herbal tea he bought for the team for double-skin milk—except for this mango one in his hand.
It was already six in the evening. The chips beside them remained untouched; hadn’t the kid eaten anything? Wasn’t he hungry?
Ma Boquan stared blankly at his brother as he opened the lunchbox.
A pair of long, white hands with distinct knuckles.
“Sweet and sour ribs, boiled shrimp, stir-fried broccoli… and a box of fruit. Time to eat, let’s dig in.” Zhang Kangle set the table and noticed his younger brother staring at his hands. He couldn’t help but chuckle, “What’s wrong? Is there something shiny on my hands?”
He instinctively reached out to ruffle his brother’s hair, but as his left hand stretched out, he felt something was off and quickly pulled it back with his right hand.
“Ahem, let’s eat first.”
He didn’t notice Ma Boquan slightly leaning toward his hand, a hint of disappointment flickering across his face from the lack of contact. “You’re really busy,” Ma Boquan said out of the blue, a hint of annoyance in his tone. Deep down, he scoffed at how long it took for his brother to reply to messages.
“I’m filming, you know. I’ll take you out for crawfish tonight after work.”
“It’s a promise.” Ma Boquan looked at his brother, often changing moods like flipping a switch—such an easy-to-please little hedgehog.
“Alright, let’s eat. I’m not great at cooking, but I made this broccoli. Want to try?” Zhang Kangle said with a blush as he picked up a piece of broccoli and placed it on his brother's white rice. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping for—maybe he wanted Ma Boquan to praise him for being capable and nurturing?
“It’s delicious! Chef Zhang! A homey kind of teacher,” Ma Boquan exclaimed as he devoured nearly all the broccoli, despite having claimed to be a meat lover.
Zhang Kangle didn’t respond, his face turning as red as a watermelon. Ma Boquan was eager for fruit; he had initially wanted grapes but now craved watermelon.
The juicy flesh of the watermelon burst with sweetness as he scooped it up with a spoon. How did his brother get a grain of rice stuck on his lips? Without thinking, he reached out and brushed it away.
Wait, what did I just do? Did I just short-circuit my brain? He hoped he wouldn’t be disliked for it… no way, right?
“Cough cough!” Zhang Kangle choked slightly as Ma Boquan handed him a bottle of water.
They didn't know whose water was whose, just drinking randomly. Since he was the younger brother, it didn't matter.
Even when Ma Boquan foolishly handed over the bottle he had already drunk from, his brother didn't notice. Of course, even if he did, he wouldn't say anything.
Because he was the younger brother.
"Taking care of you is just what I should do, right? Because you're my brother." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pout. Wasn't it just about being a brother?
"Well, I'm off to work now. See you tonight! I bought a small speaker over there; you can play your favorite music."
Ma Boquan's expression changed in an instant. Anyone who didn't know would think he had studied with the Peking Opera Master. He nodded enthusiastically, but deep down, he felt his brother was always on his mind, happy as could be. He connected to the Bluetooth speaker and continued to enjoy some fan-made compilation videos on a certain site. It wasn't much; he had only watched it about ten times, tossing in coins, saving it, recommending it, and even sharing it with his secondary account for data.
Fans of couples really have great taste!
After watching for a while, he felt a bit tired. He opened WeChat and saw that his last conversation with someone was still about which late-night snack was delicious. The Highway Lobster Restaurant was indeed tasty.
On a whim, he typed out a message: "I want to eat fruit."
His brother hadn't gotten off work yet, so he wasn't sure if he'd see the message. Ma Boquan sent it off casually and then closed his eyes to sleep.
Zhang Kangle had pinned his younger brother's chat. When his rival actor went to the restroom, he opened his phone to check the message notification and quickly replied with a "Good," then swiftly opened a certain Blue Takeout app and started tapping away.
"Fruit Flower, I really like it; I hope everyone else can receive it too."
A picture of a smiling Little Puppy Sister holding flowers won praise from the avatar's owner for its "high energy happiness, attracting romance and wealth."
That night, where Ma Boquan went without any scheduled events was well known among the fans.
With the temperature at six degrees, a bunch of fresh Fruit Flowers... Fans noticed that the background of his selfie looked so familiar, and the clothes he wore seemed reminiscent as well. Wasn't that his brother's car and his brother's jacket?
"Six hundred sixty-six, not even pretending anymore, flaunting happiness right in front of us, bagel."
"Zhang Kangle, take care of your little husband, can you please keep an eye on him? 🥵"
"Already reported to the police; they said they won't catch xql."
"Tsk tsk, after all this time, we finally got a blessing. Let's congratulate the newlyweds."
"Zhang Kangle's car, Zhang Kangle's jacket, Zhang Kangle's person. No words needed, really Sister-in-law, bagel you are this 🥯, I am this 😋."
While Ma Boquan was busy commenting with a big grin, he heard his brother's voice and quickly opened the car door, smoothly wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
"Ma Qiqi, are we going for crawfish?"
"I've been waiting for you for so long! Gogogo! The moon is beautiful tonight, and the Fruit Flowers are lovely too!"
"Got it." When they finally got to eat crawfish, seeing his brother's chubby cheeks made someone unable to resist taking at least eight hundred photos and even booked more Fruit Flowers for the next day.
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