"You answer my previous question first, why?" Xiang Xi said.

"Yo," Cheng Boyan was stunned and smiled, "Do you want to exchange?"

"No exchange, I originally wanted to ask you again," Xiang Xi rubbed his nose and walked back and forth in the living room with a cotton tube. "I'm not prepared for you, but for people as big as me, some things must be answered. No one will treat you well for no reason. I have never encountered the fact that you smiled and touched your head and stabbed you again. Although you are a very good person, I still have to know why."

"Do you think I shouldn't help you like this?" Cheng Boyan narrowed his eyes.

"No, I just think, you don't know the truth about me, and you just yelled at the wrong side?" Xiang Xi pointed to himself: "Do you know who I am? You cheat and steal, fight and fight..."

"Tell the point." Cheng Boyan interrupted him, hugged his arms and leaned against the door frame, and looked at him with interest.

"Even if you don't know it all, you can see that it's seven or eight. Most people are far away from me when I walk on the street," Xiang Xi grinned, "If you help me like this, if you are not a fool, there is a reason. You said it yourself, there is a reason, so I have to ask why."

Xiang Xi put on a cotton tube and said these words with a serious look on his face. It was quite funny, and he didn't laugh without a smile.

In addition to Xiang Xi's completely different aura when he usually calls out to her brother, he can also understand Xiang Xi's questioning. This should be the most basic vigilance for people like him.

In other words, this is the reason why Xiang Xi would occasionally think about it. The kind of inferiority complex that doesn't believe that someone will be good to him will always make people feel a little emotional.

"I have a younger brother." Cheng Boyan looked at him and spoke.

"Brother?" Xiang Xi was stunned, "I haven't heard you mention it."

"There is nothing to mention," Cheng Boyan smiled, "I have been dead for many years."

Xiang Xi stared at her eyes, looking surprised.

"You sometimes remind me of him," Cheng Boyan said very simply, "I don't like my brother, but I owe him."

"Oh..." Xiang Xi opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he turned around and took a cup of water, took a sip before continuing to say: "I call you brother... I'm... so close, but it's a relatively advanced one. I won't call that most people... I don't know, I... won't call you in the future?"

"It doesn't matter," Cheng Boyan smiled, "I will agree if you call me dad."

Xiang Xi tskated: "You can't take advantage of this. My dad doesn't know what to do. If you are begging for food, you will lose."

Cheng Boyan actually has a younger brother.

He was already dead.

How dead?

Why do you die?

Is it sick or an accident?

Xiang Xi felt that there were a lot of things in his mind, so he could take them out to make up lies and fool people.

Cheng Boyan entered the bedroom, took a glass of red wine, and sat on the sofa: "Tell me about your mole."

"Ah?" Xiang Xi hadn't come to his senses yet, "What mole?"

"Mole, it's not like you to say hemorrhoids, why are you pretending to be stupid?" Cheng Boyan frowned.

"Hemorrhoids?" Xiang Xi's mind was still Cheng Boyan's younger brother. He felt that Cheng Boyan's description of his younger brother was a little confused.

"You eat and drink here, I have to wait for the patient," Cheng Boyan took a sip of wine. "You can recite scriptures next to you when you go to bed. You can read it when you go to the bathroom and report..."

"I didn't report going to the toilet!" Xiang Xi said.

"Anyway, I'm messed up by you," Cheng Boyan pointed at him, "Now I want to hear why you want to pretend to be stupid for me..."

"Oh! Mole! Mole! I know," Xiang Xi reacted, "As a mole, my tears mole."

Cheng Boyan didn't say anything, just looked at him, Xiang Xi moved to him and sat on the sofa, thought about it and laughed again: "Actually, there is nothing to say, just don't laugh at me."

"Well, you have more cola places, so you don't have this smile." Cheng Boyan nodded.

Xiang Xi laughed twice, was silent for a while before speaking again: "Uncle Ping said this mole was unlucky. When he was a child, he said that I would defeat him and wanted to remove it for me."

"Uncle Ping?" Cheng Boyan asked. He had heard this name three times, and Tan Xiaokang had also said it.

"A... an old gangster," Xiang Xi smiled, "the person I picked up and raised."

"Oh." Cheng Boyan responded.

"But I didn't ask him to remove my mole. If it's not good, I'll just cover it up. I beat me up several times for this matter. There are scars on my back now," Xiang Xi lowered his head and touched the band-aid. "Anyway, I've covered this mole for more than ten years... I'm thinking, if one day, I go to find it...my biological parents, they should remember that I have a mole here, right?"

Cheng Boyan held the cup and was about to take a sip. After hearing this, he stopped his movements.

"Isn't it funny?" Xiang Xi turned his head and smiled at him, "I act like this when watching TV, birthmarks, moles."

"You can also test dna." Cheng Boyan didn't know what to say.

"Dna? What is it?" Xiang Xi took the cup and drank a sip of water. "I just knew nba."

"It's... a blood test," said Cheng Boyan, "It's good if you can know that NBA is."

"Is that true? I still know wbo." Xiang Xi said proudly.

"You still watch boxing?" Cheng Boyan asked with a smile.

"...Well." Xiang Xi nodded. Actually, he didn't look at it. He liked to look at it. When they were in the Internet cafe, they often looked at it, but he didn't want to pick up the steamed buns anymore, so he was confused.

After a brief off-topic, neither of them spoke again.

After being silent for a long time, Cheng Boyan drank the last sip of wine and flicked his fingers on the cup twice: "Is this the reason for not allowing the pendant to move?"

"Well," Xiang Xi patted his legs, "It's just a little bit of evidence, you have to keep it. Otherwise, if someone comes for no reason, he wants to recognize his relatives, who knows how to reason, don't you?"

"Yes," Cheng Boyan looked at him, "but now you don't have to cover it up. Now no one says your mole is unlucky."

"I'm used to it," Xiang Xi touched the Band-Aid, "This thing is not on the face and is not at ease. I just slept halfway through my face and I woke up from the scare without touching it."

"Sleep, you need more rest now for this disease, don't stay up late." Cheng Boyan said.

"Is there any?" Xiang Xi pointed to the cup in front of him, "I'll take a sip."

"Are you a tuberculosis man, you still want to drink?" Cheng Boyan raised his eyebrows.
Chapter completed!