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It was still a bit of a youthful summer, with a carefree heart belonging to Ma Boquan. 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 couple of days, Zhang Kangle's schedule had been packed from morning till night. They could only meet during 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, his mind wandered—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 the strange thoughts.
As expected, he failed.
He couldn't help but play 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 as images of his brother's sparkling eyes, which seemed to hold a pool of water, flashed in his mind—so much like a pair of grapes.
And then there was the feel of skin as smooth as silk... the snow-white shoulders... collarbones that would flush when emotions ran high... Ma Boquan felt his ears burn and his entire body heat up. How could this be? He felt so pathetic.
Things were getting weirder.
His brother was working so hard while he was lost in these chaotic thoughts. Damn it, maybe 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 mango double-skin milk dessert and handed it to Ma Boquan. His younger brother didn’t like drinking herbal tea but loved double-skin milk. So, he had swapped 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 lunch box.
A pair of long, fair hands with distinct bones.
“Sweet and sour ribs, boiled shrimp, stir-fried broccoli… and a box of fruit. It’s time to eat, let’s dig in.” Zhang Kangle set the bowls and chopsticks, noticing his younger brother staring at his hands. He couldn’t help but chuckle, “What’s wrong? Do I have something shiny on my hands?”
He instinctively reached out to ruffle his brother's hair, but as his left hand extended, 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 leaning slightly toward his hand, a hint of disappointment flickering on his face from not being able to make contact. “You’re really busy,” Ma Boquan said out of the blue, a hint of annoyance creeping into 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 deal.” Ma Boquan looked at his brother, often changing moods like flipping a switch; he was such an easy-to-please little hedgehog.
“Alright, let’s eat. I’m not much of a cook, but I made this broccoli. Want to try?” Zhang Kangle said, his cheeks flushing as he picked up a piece of broccoli and placed it on his brother's white rice. He couldn’t quite understand what he was hoping for—perhaps 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 nearly polished off all the broccoli, despite having claimed to be a meat lover.
Zhang Kangle didn’t respond, his face as red as a watermelon. Ma Boquan was craving fruit; he initially wanted grapes but now had an urge to bite into watermelon.
The juicy flesh of the watermelon burst with sweetness as he scooped it out with a spoon. His brother had a grain of rice stuck to his lips. Without thinking, he reached out and flicked it away.
Wait, what did I just do? My mind short-circuited. He won’t hate me for that… right?
“Cough cough!” Zhang Kangle choked slightly as Ma Boquan handed him a bottle of water.
They were drinking from the same bottle, not knowing whose was whose, just taking sips at random. Since it was his 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 made him pout uncontrollably. Was it really just about being a brother?
“Well then, I’m off to work. See you tonight! I bought a little speaker over there; you can play your favorite music.”
Ma Boquan’s expression changed in an instant. Anyone who didn’t know him would think he had trained with the Peking Opera Master. He nodded along, but deep down, he felt his brother was always on his mind, and he couldn’t be happier. He connected to the Bluetooth speaker and continued to enjoy some fan-made compilation videos online, watching them over and over again—just about ten times—tipping coins, saving favorites, recommending them, and even sharing them with his alternate account for data.
Fans of couples really have great taste!
After watching for a while, he started to feel tired. He opened WeChat and saw that the last conversation with someone was still about which late-night snack was good. The Highway Lobster Restaurant was indeed delicious.
On a whim, he typed out a message: “I want to eat fruit.”
His brother hadn’t finished work yet; he wasn’t sure if he would 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 co-star went to the restroom, he opened his phone to check the notification dot and quickly replied with a “Good,” then hurriedly opened a food delivery app and started tapping away.
“Fruit Flower, I really like it; I hope everyone can receive it too.”
A cheerful picture of Little Puppy Sister holding flowers earned praise from the avatar’s owner for being “high-energy happiness that attracts love and wealth.”
That night, where Ma Boquan went without any scheduled events was well-known among his fans.
With the temperature at six degrees, a bunch of fresh Fruit Flowers... it was also discovered that the background of his selfie looked so familiar, and the clothes he wore seemed to be from his brother. Wasn't that his brother's car and 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 get some blessings. Let's congratulate the newlyweds."
"Zhang Kangle's car, Zhang Kangle's jacket, and Zhang Kangle's person. Honestly, Sister-in-law, you're this 🥯 and I'm 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 crayfish?"
"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Let’s go! The moon is beautiful tonight, and the Fruit Flowers are stunning too!"
"Got it." When they finally got to eat the crayfish, seeing his brother's chubby cheeks made someone unable to resist taking at least eight hundred photos and even booking more Fruit Flowers for the next day.
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