My brother is the best.
But to protect me, he never told me I was his sister.
I understood his bad intentions and decided to use his rivals as a cover.
But I accidentally did it.
“Ah, my brother is so handsome!”
One night, I screamed with a light on my house and didn’t want my brother to get caught.
He was so angry that he grabbed me from the audience:
Who are you calling brother? I’m sorry.
One.
Early in the morning, I was awakened by a cell phone.
Open the wi-fi, and you see a chicken bark in the group:
“Ah, I can’t believe you! That look on the waist! I’m sorry.
“I’m dead, I’m dead, and my legs are as if the North and South poles would never come together!” I’m sorry.
I’m going to take a look. Fussy shot the September cover of a big magazine.
The Golden Nine cover, not to mention, is a great recognition of fashion circles.
No wonder fans blow.
But when it blows, the word turns away.
“We’ve got a picture of Kim Kau. I’m guessing the white-eyed guy can’t eat. I’m sorry.
“Ha ha, yeah, I guess he must be angry right now. I’m sorry.
I looked up, and I saw the man who was supposed to “never eat” and “drilled” on the couch.
Eating his mother’s cut fruit while brushing a short video of the starter.
It’s funny. He smiles and rolls on the couch, and he doesn’t have an image.
There’s nothing to be angry about.
I suddenly hate iron and steel.
Brother. * I can’t help but say * I’m sorry.
You’ve taken the gold on your family!
You’re still at home watching the sculptor video!
I’m a fan of Fusco, but I can’t help but worry about my brother’s career.
My brother’s busy giving me a white eye from the video:
“What do you know, your brother and I have just signed up for Zhao Kailong’s new play man, and he’s going to do acting training in a while. I’m sorry.
I’m surprised.
Director Zhao Kailong, that’s the biggest co-op in the world.
And my brother’s high-profile, but he usually plays a number three in his play.
Like my wallhead, Fussy, is now playing the number three in Zhao Kailong’s play.
I didn’t know my brother was so good at it.
I couldn’t help but look at the fans of my phone, Fuscian.
They’re still high.
Plum.
Wait a few days before my brother’s theater officer announces that they’re happy to come.
Two.
My brother blew it last year.
It’s a fairy show, push him straight to the top.
He was dug up from his small workshop into a large company, which not only established a separate studio for him, but also gave him a very excellent division.
But my brother has a request…
He requested that the privacy of the family be kept absolutely confidential.
I know my brother was protecting me and Mom and Dad.
After all, as many fans as they do, as many blacks.
As soon as my brother left Red, the car was thrown over paint and someone wrote to us to die.
My brother was also afraid to move our family to Mordu and to keep the agency confidential.
I understood my brother’s suffering, so I was careful not to find me a sister in silence.
But it’s hard.
Because I look so much like my brother.
How much like it?
And the wayfarer who sees my face, and hears my last name Shen, then immediately asks, “Are you not a sister of the voiceless?” I’m sorry.
People don’t know how to answer.
But I’m lucky I’m smart enough to come up with an excellent cover-up.
I changed my phone kit to a photo of Fuscillo.
So everyone saw my cell phone, and they swallowed the phrase, “Are you a silent sister?”
After all, who knows, the words and Fuscilla are right home,
It’s not an ordinary match.
It’s the kind of guy that a fan of Fussy’s new play has to laugh at and talk about the black material Fussy’s fans have to knock on the drums.
They’re the only ones in the world who’s got the same age and resources.
Several instances of tearing down had already resulted in a bloodbath between fans.
So when you saw my phone shell was Fussack, you immediately decided that I couldn’t be a silent sister.
After all, which one of your sisters is going to fuck his own brother?
I’m very pleased with my cover.
The only thing that’s so depressing is that there’s too many fans in the school, and when they see my phone shell, they want to talk to me like they found someone.
In order not to reveal the identity of this fake fan, I have to make up for Fuscilla’s TV show and all that.
But I have fallen into a terrible fall.
Why didn’t anyone ever tell me that Fuscuit’s legs were so long, his eyes were so soft and his voice so sweet!
So I didn’t fake it.
Sorry, brother, you’re my only brother.
He’s the brother I want to sleep with!
3
A week later, my brother and Zhao’s actor declared it.
It’s sad when we’re in Riton.
It is also estimated that the Society saw a lack of morale and immediately announced an opportunity to visit.
It’s the one that Fussy is shooting Zhao Kailong, smoking 10 fans in the comment area.
I went to get some wild comments.
I’d really like to visit, but it’s mainly for us.
I can’t believe I got it.
The fans are yelling, “You’re lucky,” but I’m blind.
What, am I really going after the line?
It’s been a long time since I’ve been on the line.
It’s mostly money.
My brother does make money now, but my parents are used to saving money, and they’re never gonna get me into trouble.
My brother gave me a lot of pocket money, but my brother’s money is his fan.
Let me use my brother’s money to chase my brother’s house. I can’t do anything so bad.
That’s why I’m so cold.
But the opportunity for this visit is indeed rare, and it is not far away from the Shaitans.
I moved hard.
I finally didn’t resist Fusco’s charm, and I felt my parents’ pocket money for six months.
Let’s go!
I have an appointment with the sisters of the fans, first to take the plane, then on the second day to go to the cross shop.
I’ll meet a couple of sisters at the airport.
But as soon as they saw me, they were all stupid.
“What are you, the big pink sister in our group looking at me wrongly?”
I know she wanted to say, “The white eye.”
But that would put me in it, and she would be embarrassed to say it.
So I said, “It’s like being silent.” Many people say that. I’m sorry.
The sisters looked at me with sympathy.
“It is not your fault that you are not ashamed of yourself, nor can you choose your own appearance.” I’m sorry.
I’m:
I’d like to say that I’m actually quite satisfied with my face like my brother.
After all, my brother eats on his face.
Our dialogue was interrupted by the sudden commotion at the exit.
It’s Fussel.
All the fans on the plane got excited, screamed, and the pink sister took us forward.
I saw Fussian at close range.
Woo.
The real man looks better than on TV!
The girls around were screaming, and the standing sisters were gunned.
I didn’t want him to stop.
In front of me.
I looked up on my phone screen and found Fussy taking off his sunglasses.
He looked down at me and said:
“Miss, have we met somewhere? I’m sorry.
4
The fans around are quiet.
And I, for one, went from heart to heartbeat.
I pointed to my nose, and I stammered:
“Me, me?”
Fusco nods.
I feel like I’m gonna throw up:
“I don’t think so. This is the first time I’ve seen you under the line. I’m sorry.
Fussy hears this wrinkled, but then the place is:
“That’s someone you look like I know. I’m sorry.
The pink bubbles in my heart burst.
I’m like someone he knows.
That’s who it is.
Fussel’s agent started pushing, so he waved at me and other fans.
As soon as he left, the fans surrounded me:
You’re too lucky, sister. He talks to you himself! I’m sorry.
“Yes, and ask if you’ve met! I’m jealous! I’m sorry.
I’m not looking at myself.
“Oh, yeah, looks like his family. Do you want it? I’m sorry.
That’s how the girls see my face.
In a moment, all envy and jealousy became endless sympathy.
And I can’t help feeling sorry for myself.
Woo.
I can’t be a fan of Sleepy Bean in my life!
But I haven’t had a hard time.
After all, I’m more fond of Fusco than my girlfriend, so I don’t want to sleep on my face.
I stayed by the airport for one night at the hotel, and the next day I went with the girls to visit the shop.
By the time we got to the show, Fusco was filming.
It’s called “Smoke Off” and it’s a folk play.
I’ve only seen Fusco in uniform. I almost wanted to be a girlfriend again.
And what’s even more surprising is that he’s doing very well and moving fast.
The fans were very pleased, and the sister of the Society immediately spoke:
“You see that? We are a man of the number three, but it’s not much worse than some people call it. I’m sorry.
It’s obvious who’s pulling between lines.
I have to say, these Fuscillo fans, sometimes they really care about my brother.
Rest in the middle. The sister of the aid agency took us to Fuscillo.
He looked up at me, and he blinked, and he laughed:
“It’s you.”
Whoo!
Brother remembers me!
Although I know this is my brother’s face, I’m glad.
We gave the gift and the letter we had prepared to Fuscilla.
I’m delivering a hand-made bracelet myself.
I was embarrassed when I sent it out, after all, several other fans were preparing big cards.
But I didn’t think that Fusco would take away the big cards, and instead he only took away my little handy gifts and letters.
Then we take pictures and sign.
It’s my turn to sign, and I’m getting excited to hold my brochure, and I don’t want to…
“Speak in silence!” “What is he doing here?” I’m sorry.
When I looked up, I found Zhao’s far away with two more men.
It’s my own brother who says nothing and his agent.
I panicked.
What’s going on?
I thought my brother was supposed to be in acting classes in closed doors.
When I was scared and didn’t want to be the next second, I saw my brother looking up and looking at us.
5
And I said, “I’m sorry.”
I almost didn’t think about it, and I grabbed the mask I was pulling off and covered my face.
And then a tactical move took place and hid himself behind the Fossian.
“What’s wrong?”
He looked down on me, and all the other fans around him stopped.
“Pipe”? “What are you wearing a mask for?”
I’m frozen.
But it’s a good thing I’m so fast in my head, and I’m so excited to point to my mask:
“Yeah. I want you to sign my mask. I’m sorry.
Everybody’s stupefying.
I say this:
“So every time I look at the mask, I think of Brother Zhu, I can’t help but think of wearing the mask.
“Epidemic control, everyone is responsible! I’m sorry.
At this moment I admire my own ability to talk nonsense.
And Fuscillo couldn’t stand it.
“Good. I’m sorry.
He took his pen and left it on my mask.
But it’s only then that he thought of something.
What’s your name?
I have to say, the signature on the mask is really too close.
His hand is on my face, and I can feel his temperature through thin masks.
I couldn’t get my heart pounding, stammering and saying:
Shen, Shen, Shen. I’m sorry.
I saw Fussy clearly waking up.
I guess I didn’t realize I was Shen.
I was worried if Fuscillo might suspect that I had anything to do with my brother, but I didn’t think he was going to say anything, just to write it off.
The pen slipped through my face, my nostrils, and then my lips.
I almost fucking didn’t carry it.
“Okay. “Fustler closes his cover and takes a step back.
I took a look at myself and I saw…
Shen Zhen: Epidemic control, everyone’s responsibility.
“Fustler.”
I’m:
It’s a goddamn disease theme!
Fusco’s gonna start shooting again soon, and our fans are leaving.
I was wearing a mask and a hat until I got in the car.
The other fan sisters are jealous of me.
You’re too good! Let San sign the mask and let his hand touch your face! I’m sorry.
“Yes, rounding is sleeping with our brother!” I’m sorry.
“Ooh, I didn’t think of that. Next time I’ll sign my mask!” I’m sorry.
The agency’s sister is also satisfied:
“That’s a good idea. I’ll have the backup copy a bunch of your masks, remove your name and send it to you as help.
“This calls for an epidemic, and the next concert will also unify the mask. I’m sorry.
I didn’t think I’d be able to get away from my brother’s vibrator and lead the pink.
We didn’t rush back after the tour, but we stayed at the hotel for the night and did not return until morning.
We’re staying at the hotel where the Fuscos are staying.
But Fuscuit lives in a penthouse suite, and we’re two people in a booth.
In the middle of the night, the girl I lived with fell asleep early, but I couldn’t sleep.
I can’t help it. Close my eyes and be handsome.
I decided to go down to the convenience store and buy a popsicle to cool the fire.
I put on a cultural shirt for us today, and I stepped down with my slippers.
In the middle of the night the convenience store was empty.
I bought a popsicle and I was eating and blowing at the door, and I didn’t think I’d suddenly hear a noise from behind.
“Pipe”?
I turned around and saw my own brother standing behind me, with a popsicle of my own, stepping on my own slippers and looking at me in the wrong face.
Six.
I’m all frozen.
What’s going on?
How come my brother hasn’t left since?
No, no.
It’s supposed to be some weird genes that make us all like popsicles in the middle of the night.
I met him!
My brain started to work fast to explain how I was here, and my brother had come to me.
He immediately saw my “Smoke Off” cultural shirt.
His brows wrinkled quickly:
“How did you get this dress?” You’re here for the “Smoky Books”? Did you do it for Fu?
Bae Yong!
My brother, Fussy, hasn’t finished yet, so I broke him up.
My brother stopped:
Bae Yong?
“Yeah. * I’m quick to say, “I’m a big fan of “Smoke Out” I’m sorry.
“Smoking the Book” is a real war scene.
It’s the male master Bae Yong, 40 years old, who’s completely unfaced.
More specifically, it’s a force that is absolutely impossible to rely on.
My brother was shocked when he looked at me:
“You like Bae Yong? You didn’t tell me. I’ve done it with him before. I’m sorry.
My brother didn’t suspect, but he looked at me.
“But I didn’t think you were shallow. I thought you little girls were looking at you. I’m sorry.
I laughed worse than crying.
No! No!
Brother…
I’m shallow!
I’m shallow!
I like Fusco, but I like his face and body!
After learning I was visiting Bae Yong, my brother was calm.
Our brothers and sisters started crouching in on the side of the road.
I couldn’t help but ask him, “Doesn’t you train for acting? Why are you here?”
“Come and see Zhao, say hello in advance. I’m sorry.
My brother was confused with a popsicle.
“It’s too late to stay overnight. I didn’t expect to meet you.
“You don’t know, I just saw you in a “Smoky-Smoking” cultural shirt. I thought you were here for Fusco. I’m sorry.
I almost swallowed a popsicle.
“Why, why?” I looked at my brother and said, “Why do you not like Fuscillo?” I’m sorry.
I’ve actually been kind of weird.
Although Fuscuit is my brother against his family, the paradox is more of a fan level.
They don’t actually get along much.
My brother has had other rivals or competitors, and he’s always been good at it.
Several of them were even brothers from their homes, fans torn to pieces and they ate chickens together.
It’s different for Fuscillo.
Every time I talk about Fussy, my brother talks like a rat on his tail.
For example, it is now.
He’s all up again.
“Why are you asking so many questions? * He’s so upset, he’s like, “That guy’s a pervert!
I don’t know if it’s too dark.
I can’t believe I think my brother’s ear is so red.
The next day I went home.
I took a mask signed by Fuscilla and turned and took several pictures to get ready to go.
But when I edit it, I suddenly think of something…
By the way, why would Fuscuit know which one of my “chick” is when he only asks my name?
I guess it just happened.
I didn’t think much of it, but it just went off fast.
The next group of sisters immediately forwarded their comments, all of which were jealousy.
I slept for a nap, but I didn’t expect to wake up on my phone.
It’s the voice of Big Pink.
I was lost and I heard the big pink sister scream:
“Oh, my God, my brother has answered you!”
Brother?
Which brother?
I woke up and turned on my cell phone, and I saw my tweet blow up.
“King: Don’t get jealous of the mask you signed me.”
It’s the best comment you’ve ever made.
Red V’s “Frosty,” back to a thumb.
Brother Liu answered me!
I’m so happy I fainted.
I was shiversingly preparing to screen my star-hunting high hour, and I didn’t want to jump out of my private trust.
A red V head.
Fussy.
All he said was:
“Remember me?”
7
I’m blinded.
It’s solid.
It took me a couple of times to confirm that it was Fusco himself who gave me the letter, not the high imitation.
I’m not in the mood.
I hung up on the phone, and I looked at Fusco’s personal letter, and there was just one thought in my head…
I’m fucking being a private!
There was a moment of little vanity, but then there was greater disappointment.
After all this time, of course, I know how many male beans appear to be “awesome of women’s creations” and fly in private.
But I didn’t know that Fuscillo was the same person.
I’m getting mixed feelings. I don’t want another message from each other.
“Your student card left it in the dressing room. Give me the address. I’ll send it to you. I’m sorry.
I’m stuck in a moment.
I quickly found out that I didn’t have time to pack my school card.
I was ashamed and ashamed.
Aah!
Shen Qian, you’re a man’s heart!
I’ll give you my student card.
But you!
What kind of yellow trash are you?
I replied with shame…
“Thank you, Brother Chan! It’s good to see you this time. I’ll always support you! [Springs]
After that, the opposite side was quiet for a moment.
I thought Fusco was too busy to come back to me, but I didn’t think it’d hit again.
Forsy returned me.
“You really don’t remember me? I’m sorry.
I thought he was wrong. The past.
And this time, Fusco really didn’t come back to me.
Backup was fast, and a week later, my same mask came in.
And I’ve become a famous fan of Forsby’s fans because of the mask.
The good thing about being visible in the pink is that when you’re active, the backup will think of you.
For example, in a month, a cat is having an annual party, and the Society gives me a free ticket.
And I’m very confused.
It’s not cheap for a son of a bitch.
I don’t want free tickets. It’s not my way of saving the stars.
But I knew my brother was going to this party.
If my brother sees me raise a hand to his family,
I’ll go.
I’m afraid to go down.
I was just thinking of giving tickets to other fan sisters, but I didn’t want one of our station-sisters to send out a letter–
“The treasures of this party can get my help free of charge.
“Pretty good copy, and a limited card for Zilong!” I’m sorry.
My eyes are straight.
I love it!
Go! Go!
I have to go!
8
On the day of the party, when I met your fans at the stadium door, I was still a little upset.
I don’t think I’m as bad as last time.
I don’t think so.
I’m not wearing a big light bulb with 1,000 watts.
I was so comforted that I came with the other sisters.
But for safety, I put on a mask.
Anyway, it’s a signed mask from our aid. I don’t wear it.
But just sitting on the floor, I felt something wrong.
Why is that tall man sitting in front of me looking at me?
Not only that, but at the party, that guy had a mask like me and a hat.
Weird.
I don’t think I’ve met a pervert, do I?
But soon I couldn’t take care of him.
Because Fusco is on stage.
Today, Fussy sings a new song, a new form of abstinence, and we all sound dumb.
After Fussy’s show, it’s a magic show.
I turned over the phone, and the next one on the show was my brother.
I was wondering if I’d leave first, and I didn’t want the magic on stage to suddenly talk about the living.
I only heard the magician laugh and say:
“I’m going to end up with a handsome man who’ll come with me. I’m sorry.
He said he went to the audience.
Or this way.
The live footage followed him and scared me to tighten the mask.
The magician went straight ahead of us and heard nothing but his mouth:
“Come! I’m going to give you your favorite words! I’m sorry.
I said, “What? I’m sorry.
And I looked up, and I heard a crack, and the light was right above our head.
So I saw the pervert who was watching me.
He only knew when he had removed his hat, his glasses and his mask and revealed his beautiful face.
And at the same time, he saw me.
His eyes were gliding.
I’m so excited that I want to run.
It’s too late.
They didn’t care about the words of the magicians around them, and they didn’t care about the live footage around them. They just stood up, grabbed me, pulled my mask off.
My face was suddenly exposed.
In a moment, his eyes looked even bigger:
Shen, it’s you. Why are you here?
Before he finished, his eyes fell on the light in my hand.
It just says…
“The Zhang Qianhua, The Sphinx. I’m sorry.
I saw his eyes coming out.
Shen Zheng! He yelled, “You’re a fan of Fusco! I’m sorry.
9
I heard it all quiet around me.
Even the magician and the photographer who was holding the camera were staring at me and showing the faces of the eaters.
I just think I’m going to faint.
I didn’t think I was that bad.
I’m the only one who can’t see me on stage.
But I didn’t know what a magic moth the host was.
And I’m just sitting behind him!
I wish I could not speak without tears, or the magician next to me returned.
He looked at me, and he looked at my brother.
“No, this little sister looks just like you, she is…”
My brother came back and said, “She’s my sister.” I’m sorry.
Now, my sister’s identity is doomed.
The magicians realized:
“It’s no wonder you look like your own sister!
“Did you bring us a performance today? I’m sorry.
It’s a hard turn, but it’s got everything back on track.
That’s my brother’s face.
My brother’s show began with the screams of thousands of swallows.
And my fans around Fuscillo are so quiet.
They’re all staring at me, and they’re the biggest pink sister I’ve ever known.
“You’re a silent sister? I’m sorry.
It’s like I’m the daughter of her father’s enemy.
I’m shivering.
I just thought I was in danger in Fuscillo’s fans at the moment, and I quickly found an excuse to run away.
But as soon as I got to the stadium, my brother’s assistant caught me.
He took me straight to my brother’s dressing room where I was waiting for my brother to come to me after his show.
I’m not scared to resist.
When I was waiting for my brother to perform, I went online, and I saw that it really blew up.
The words “sister-in-said” and “sister-in-said” and “sister-in-speech” have been hotly searched.
My fans are going to blow up:
You’re really a silent sister! Oh, my God, you’re not a spy, are you? I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about? You can’t see how many data you’ve made after all these years? What does that have to do with her sister? I’m sorry.
“Think about it, she really didn’t spend much money on Brother Zhu but maybe she did it for her own brother. I’m sorry.
I took a look at the crowd, and I suffocated.
I like the passion of pink-clad girls, but sometimes I don’t like their guillotine and persecuted paranoia.
The simplest thing is that they turn into “the world is going to hurt my brother.”
I turned off the group and looked at the Internet, and then I found out that the fans of the Internet were getting more noisy.
Most of the fans of Fuscilla are laughing…
“Ha ha. Didn’t you think your sister was a big fan? I’ll be happy for a year. I’m sorry.
“It’s just that a silent fan has to reflect on why your brother’s sister doesn’t want him to come to our brother, but it’s not as attractive as she says! I’m sorry.
10
I looked at these messages, and my head was so tight.
I didn’t think I’d like Fusco to make me laugh so much.
I felt guilty, I didn’t think of a ding-ding, phone tip, Fusty’s hairy.
As soon as I went in, I saw that the gold-like Fausty had sent out a long fortune.
“Fusty: Me and Shen are never against home, but instead, he is one of my favorite artists.
“If you think his sister is his failure, am I also his fan?
“The relationship I expect between fans and idols is one of achievement, one of growth, not one of recognition by denigrating others. I’m sorry.
I was completely shocked.
Fusco is helping my brother?
When I was wrong, my brother’s performance was over.
He came back to the dressing room with a stinky face and looked at my empty hand:
“Where’s the light? I’m sorry.
Of course I lost it.
You dare to bring Fussel’s light to see my brother?
But I didn’t hesitate to lie about it: “It wasn’t mine, but it was for a couple of Fuscilla fans next door, and they were returned.” I’m sorry.
I thought my brother was so angry that I couldn’t get my face out of this lie:
“Do you really think I’m a fool?
“I just saw you jump up and down and say the name of Fuscilla!
“Oh, no, you didn’t call him by his name. You called his brother! I love you, I want you to have a monkey. What else? I’m sorry.
I am ashamed to be able to get into the ground when I repeat what I said when I was excited to see the show.
Brother, stop it. I covered my ears.
“You know I’m your brother! “I thought you only remember Fuscillo.” I’m sorry.
I was angry when my brother yelled at me:
“Yes! I’m Puffy Forsy! I’m sorry.
I jumped up the waistboard:
“I’m free to pollute who I am, but I can’t be held accountable for your rivalry.” I’m sorry.
“I didn’t make you sick because I was competing with him! “I won’t let you take him because he’s a pervert! I’m sorry.
“What a pervert. Don’t talk nonsense! What’s wrong with him? I’m sorry.
My brother was obviously pissed off by me, too, and said, “He has a picture of me as a child in his cell phone.” It’s not a pervert! I’m sorry.
Eleven.
I stopped for a second.
“Photos of childhood”?
My brother also realized he’d lied.
But now that he’s told the truth, he’ll have to say it himself:
“All right, you want to know why I call Fussy a pervert? I’ll tell you.
“We took part in an event a little while ago, when we didn’t have enough places to share the dressing room.
“He accidentally dropped his phone on the floor and I picked it up and I saw his shield.
“What do you think his shield is? It’s a picture of me when I was a kid! I’m sorry.
I’m sullen:
“Are you sure that’s your picture? I’m sorry.
“Of course I’m sure! When I was a kid, I had a Picachu dress with your graffiti on it. I was wearing that one in the picture. I’m sorry.
I’m even worse.
Why does Fuscuit have pictures of my brother as a child?
Still using it as a shield?
Did he say he’s his brother?
I was scared.
And apparently my brother thought so.
Only he continued to talk:
“So I told you he was a pervert!
“I’m not discriminatory. It’s mainly because he didn’t know where to steal pictures of me when I was a kid, and he put them on screen! You’re still puffy, aren’t you afraid?
My brother’s not finished yet. I didn’t know that this was the time when a low voice suddenly sounded from behind:
“This photo is not stolen. I’m sorry.
My brother’s machine-gun is over.
Our brothers and sisters turned their heads and saw the dressing room door open.
My brother almost jumped up:
“Fusty! You’re not allowed into my dressing room! I’m sorry.
“Do you have too much confidence in the soundproofing of this makeup room?” I’m sorry.
As usual, Fusco is calmer than my brother’s.
“You yell at me so loud, I’m not coming in again, and tomorrow’s hot-search front pages are all about you and me. I’m sorry.
My brother’s face is completely green.
And Fuscuit has come to him and raised his cell phone:
“Is this the picture you said? I’m sorry.
I can’t help but look at the past with curiosity.
I saw the screen’s brakes, but I stopped.
And my brother’s been yelling:
“You’re still using this screen! It’s been years, you pervert! Delete it. Who gives you permission to use my picture?”
Brother, this is not yours. I’m sorry.
I interrupted my brother before he finished.
“What? I’m sorry.
I pointed to Fuscian’s phone:
“This picture, it looks like it’s me. I’m sorry.
12
I only saw Fuscian’s phone screen. It was an old picture.
In that picture, a teenage child ran in a wheat field and smiled beautifully.
The kid cut a short hair, dressed in Pikathu, and at first glance looked like a nice little boy.
But I can see it’s not the little boy, it’s me when I was little.
My brother’s got it all figured out:
“But… but this Picachu dress is mine? I’m sorry.
I looked at the photos and tried to remember:
“I remember, it’s supposed to be the summer at Grandma’s. Do you remember when I forgot to carry my luggage and wore your clothes for a summer? I’m sorry.
My brother seems to remember that.
He looked at the photo and had to admit:
“The last time I saw you, I saw you, not me. I’m sorry.
I look like my brother when I was a kid, especially when my mom was so lazy to brush my hair and cut my brother’s hair.
Plus I’m wearing my brother’s clothes in the picture, it’s not surprising that my brother would be mistaken for himself at first sight.
But the question is, why did Fuscillo have a picture of me when I was a kid?
My brother’s back now.
He’s blown up again:
“Wait, Fussy, why do you have a picture of my sister? It’s for years! I’m sorry.
I can’t help but think of Fuscilla and I can’t help it.
I just found out he was looking at me.
“Ooh. His face was a little bit desperate and a little lost, “Don’t you remember me?” I’m sorry.
I looked at Fuscillo and I remembered that picture, and I finally saw it.
“You’re Wu Fat Fat! I can’t believe I’m looking at Fuscillo, “But how did your name change?” And why are you so thin? I’m sorry.
I remember.
That summer, I met a fat little boy next to Grandma’s, and we had a crazy summer.
But I remember the boy’s name, Wu.
And that’s the point:
“My parents got divorced and I changed my mother’s last name. I’m sorry.
I’m staring.
It’s true that every fat man has a potential share!
Who would have thought that little fat guy was so handsome?
I’m still in shock, and my brother is in the way of us.
“Okay, I know you didn’t steal this photo. I’m sorry.
My brother looked at Fuscilla in the dark.
“But you still haven’t explained why you used that picture for years. I’m sorry.
“It’s because of, of course,” he smiled, “that summer was the happiest time of my life. I’m sorry.
Me and my brother are totally stunned.
Fussy’s still looking at me.
“I didn’t want to forget the joy, so I used it as a shield. I’m sorry.
13
This evening, too much has happened.
My bean suddenly became my childhood companion.
I’m the best sister ever.
When I got back to school, I naturally had to go through a bloody storm.
Those who love my brother are passionate about me, and they hate to say “I want to be your sister-in-law.”
And the fan sisters that I knew because I liked Fuscilla were embarrassed about me.
But it’s clear that Fussio’s blog is still useful, and the hostility towards silence has been significantly reduced.
In order to preserve his face, my brother also transmitted the microblogging for Fussy.
As a result, fans on both sides came to peace for so many years.
But slowly, it’s starting to get a little wrong.
And I don’t know who started the first bold statement…
“Does it seem to me that Fusco loves words? I’m sorry.
“Yes, yes! I didn’t dare to say it, but it was a statement by Fuscian that I loved to defend him. I’m sorry.
It grows like grass after the rain.
My brother’s starting to have a CP with Fusco!
They also have a terrible name, “the life (sing) the death.”
Not only that, but this CP is getting bigger, and there’s a hidden position on the CP list.
My brother almost fainted when he saw it.
I can only comfort him by saying, “Isn’t it because he spoke to protect you? I’m sorry.
But my brother couldn’t listen.
“Who wants him to defend? I don’t fucking need him! I’m sorry.
I don’t think it’s going to work. I’m sorry.
My brother was in a better mood when he heard that.
“Yeah, I remember all the CPs who were in the first place, so I’m not too bad. I’m sorry.
But he came back quickly:
“No! No! Who wants to split up with him?
“Men, don’t think I don’t know. The guy left you a message.
“I warn you! I don’t care if you used to be childhood partners. Don’t fall in love with him. I’m sorry.
I touched my own cell phone in my own heart.
Since the last time I saw each other, Fussy and I did leave contact with my brother.
From then on, Fusco will contact me occasionally.
It’s all about something that doesn’t tickle, like what we did today, what we did, what we did, or just a sunrise.
It’s like just a conversation with a friend, but I always feel different.
I guess I’m thinking too much.
After all, it’s Fusco.
How can he like me if he doesn’t want a big girl?
It’ll be my birthday soon.
I was born on the coldest day of the year.
This year, on my birthday, all the demons had a snowfall.
I had my birthday at home and my brother came over from the show.
After dinner, he left in a hurry.
My mom and dad used to sleep early, so I got back to my friends’ birthday.
Including Fuscilla.
I know, he’s at the Ditoon, but it’s like he’s busy.
I didn’t mention my birthday present.
I’m a little disappointed, but I’m sobering up.
Fussy’s just playing with me as a kid.
Perhaps, as he said, he left that picture more for the memory of the summer than for me.
I was snorting and I was going to sleep, but I didn’t think the phone was ringing.
It’s Fusco’s phone.
And when I reached, I heard him saying, “Are you asleep?” I’m sorry.
I stopped, “No, why? I’m sorry.
“Look out the window. I’m sorry.
I opened the window for no reason until I found out when someone stood downstairs.
He stood up and laughed at me in the snow moonlight.
14
I almost shivered in my feathers and ran down the stairs.
Downstairs, I found Fussel’s face all red.
I’ll get him into the unit building.
I still feel like I’m dreaming.
“You… what are you doing here? Aren’t you filming in Di?
“When we’re done, get on a plane. He smiled at me and gave me his box, “I wanted to give you a present in the last hours of your birthday.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t pick up the present.
Fors looked at me with his frown. I’m sorry.
I’m just looking up at him.
Even under the light of the unit building, even if it’s like this, the Fuscillox is still pretty.
It’s so moving.
But I’m trying to calm myself down and I’m saying, “Do you know that you’re making a mistake? I’m sorry.
Fuscilla’s hand with a present is a little small.
But then he laughed.
“I know. He whispered, “I’m afraid you don’t get it.” I’m sorry.
15
I looked up to Fussel in the wrong direction and found him looking down at me:
“I had a lot to say that day in the dressing room.
“I used that picture as my phone screen not only because that summer was my happiest day.
“And because of you.
“All these years, my parents divorced and remarried, and all I thought about was you.
“I like you. Do you like me? I’m sorry.
I look at the Faustian and I feel like I’m dreaming.
My favorite idol confessed to himself.
It’s a dream that many fans have been secretly dreaming, and when it really happened, I was more confused.
“I don’t know. I’m sorry.
And I answered with the truth.
“Fusty, I like you, but as a fan, I like Bean.
“But you in real life, I haven’t had any contact at all, except for the texts these days. I really don’t know if I like it.
“Not just me. Your impression of me is just a memory of childhood.
“Are you sure you like me instead of the memories you’ve had all these years? I’m sorry.
Fusco’s nuanced.
And I’m just saying one little thing:
“And what about your fans if we fall in love? I’m sorry.
I couldn’t understand why the fans didn’t allow Bean to fall in love, just like most people before Puffs.
I didn’t understand it until I was a fan.
Idol, it’s a dream and a passion.
If idols fall in love, the dream breaks.
I can’t destroy the dreams of so many girls.
I saw Fussel’s hands slightly stiff.
“I know. And the next second, he looked down a little, “I’m grateful to my fans, and without them there’s no today’s Forss.”
“That’s why I haven’t been to you all these years, because I want to be the idol Fussel first.
“But I didn’t think I’d meet you and I didn’t control it. I’m sorry.
He said that Fuscilla bit his lips and suddenly decided to say:
“Five years okay?”
“What five years? I’m sorry.
“Give us five years to each other. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
“We’ve been friends for five years, understand each other, see if they’re the one we like.
“Five years, I’ve made the idol Fussy.
“Five years later, I’m going to resume my studies and stop being an idol.
“Will you answer my confession then? I’m sorry.
I look at Fuscillo, and that’s what I remember. Fuscillox is an idol star, but he’s a schoolboy.
He entered the 985 building system with a high score, only because he was discovered by stars and for some family economic reasons.
He has said more than once that he wants to continue his studies and complete his dream of being an architect.
So he gave himself five years of acting?
“You…” I looked at him complexly, but he had put the gift in my hand.
“Don’t say no to me. I’m not saying anything.
“Time will prove everything. I’m sorry.
16
As it turns out, Fusco is not talking.
Five years, soon.
I’ve been in touch with Fusco for five years.
And I’m getting to know him more and more.
He’s afraid of ghosts, for example, but every time he encounters terror in a ensemble, it’s easy.
For example, he was actually lazy, but had hardly slept since he did the job.
He’s different from the man I used to know, Fuscillo, but he’s got everything I like.
He was gentle, smart and occasionally a little black.
I found out I liked him more.
Fortunately, he seems to like me more.
Five years later, Fuscillo announced that he was going back to study.
It says that all the paranoias are crying.
But it’s not too surprising.
After all, unlike ordinary stars, Fuscillo has been conceiving to suggest that he wants to continue his studies.
He said that he might return to the circle after completing his studies, but would never be a mere human flow, but an actor.
And he did say that.
Because his acting has progressed dramatically over the years, he has won a lot of awards and is eligible for a transition to power.
Back in circles, I applied for American graduate studies with Fuscillo.
We’re officially together now.
But the thing is, I don’t know how to tell my brother yet.
Five years later, my brother didn’t seem to like Fusco.
On several occasions, he knocked on our relationship, and I was able to say “friends” in good faith.
And now?
But I didn’t want to lie to my brother, so I confessed.
Me and Fuscien invited him to dinner at my brother’s favorite restaurant and told him we were together.
But my brother still has no face.
“I disagree! My brother never hesitated to say, “I disagree with you being together!” I’m sorry.
I got mad too:
Why? Mom and Dad don’t have a problem. Why do you think so much? I’m sorry.
My brother’s not very reasonable.
“Whatever! I just don’t like Fusco. He’s back in circles, but what if he still hates you? I’m sorry.
My brother is obviously in trouble.
I was so angry at you, but I didn’t think the Fuscian next to me was faster.
He poured a cup of tea in front of my brother and said:
“Big brother, drink your voice first. I’m sorry.
My brother has a white eye: “You don’t give me that.”
My brother’s instinctively repulsive, but he just said what he suddenly said, looking at Fuscilla like a ghost:
What did you just call me?
“Brother.” You’re my brother, I’m with her, and you’re my brother. I’m sorry.
My brother took it out of his mouth and said, “What are you doing together?” I haven’t agreed yet! I’m sorry.
My brother is very kind, but I see that his eyes are deeply shaken.
How can I not know his little brother and sister…
He was moved by the “I” of Fussian.
He must have realized that if he agreed to me and Fuscillo, he would be able to crush his predecessor to the head and call his brother every day.
To understand this, I saw my brother’s mouth starting to rise.
A moment later, it was as if he had finally made a decision after an intense psychological struggle, so he coughed up:
“Fine, for your good attitude, I’m forced to agree to test your relationship, but!”
My brother suddenly and violently watched Fussy:
“I warn you, if you upset my sister, I will never forgive you, you hear me! I’m sorry.
I didn’t think my brother would say that.
And Fusco has been watching my brother:
“I promise, I won’t make her sad. I’m sorry.
My brother is laughing.
He looked at me and rubbed my hair.
“Bitch, remember to be happy. I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
