hotmtlnovel Chapter 115: Always Remember My Good Brother
Chapter 115: Always Remember My Good Brother
Chapter 115: Always Remember My Good Brother
"Red rain pouring down stirs up memories—how deep.
Your captivating eyes are just like before,
Lingering in my heart~"
Xu Qing tapped his lips with a finger as he softly hummed along with the music playing on his computer. Meanwhile, he uploaded another video.
The theme? Those Scenes in Wedding Chambers.
The video was an edit made after skimming through countless clips at 8x speed. It wasn’t very long but full of variety.
Some scenes cut straight to the next day after a fade-to-black. Some showed the couple rolling together under the blanket, making it bulge in odd shapes. Others featured drunken brides collapsing in sleep on the spot. The most absurd were those where the couple placed a bowl of water between them—
Good grief, is this a wedding chamber or a battle of willpower?
After uploading, Xu Qing watched it once to check the effect. Then, he glanced at Jiang He’s bedroom door, a strange feeling stirring in his heart.
Over a thousand years ago, those lips were surprisingly soft.
The clickbait title, combined with the momentum from the previous two videos, worked wonders. Within moments, a few comments popped up:
"Just this?""This, this, this?""The one with the bowl of water—are they serious? Hahaha...""What's the point of making such nonsense? Don’t you feel ashamed? Everyone here looks so improper. Delete this, now!"
One comment stood out, completely out of sync with the tone. Xu Qing scratched his head.
This user named “Wenwu Shuangquan”... Why does their style feel so familiar?
He hesitated for a moment. Then:
Click. The mouse sealed the fate—added to the blacklist.
"Don’t ruin my mood."@@@@
“What are you doing, still not sleeping?”
Zhou Suzhi emerged from the bedroom in her pajamas, looking at Xu Wenbin, who was staring intently at his phone.
“Just a minute, just a minute,” Xu Wenbin brushed her off, reopening the kissing clip from the previous video. He tilted his head, gathering his thoughts before typing.
But after a few taps, his phone didn’t respond. Looking closely, he saw a small line of text:
“Due to the uploader’s privacy settings, you cannot comment.”
???
What the hell?!
The sixth day of the New Year.
Outside, kids in new clothes dashed about with firecrackers in their pockets. Occasionally, one would light up a cracker and toss it with a loud bang!
Watching Xu Qing head to the kitchen, Wang Zijun smacked his lips and nudged Qin Hao. “This... is kind of sudden, isn’t it?”
He had visited once before, but it wasn’t as shocking. This was Qin Hao’s first visit in months, and he couldn’t stop glancing around, almost doubting if he was dreaming.
“Check if Qingzi has a mark on his wrist.”
“What kind of mark?”
“You know, a special one—a clone tag.” Qin Hao gestured at his own wrist, whispering, “I suspect cloning technology has matured, and Xu Qing’s parents swapped him for an experimental model.”
“...That’s actually possible.”
Wang Zijun rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“Think about it—he disappeared for months before. You’d call him ten times, and he’d ignore eight. That’s when they probably switched him. The real one was destroyed, and this is the fake.”
“What’s fake?”
Xu Qing returned from the kitchen, smiling, and sat down.
“We’ll always remember you, our dear friend,” Wang Zijun said gravely, patting his shoulder.
“...”
“Where did we go after graduation?” Qin Hao leaned forward and whispered.
“Emei Mountain, obviously,” Xu Qing replied, baffled.
“It’s over. Even the memories are copied,” Wang Zijun sighed dramatically.
“What the hell is wrong with you two?” Xu Qing looked at them, bewildered, flipping them off before pouring drinks.
“It’s the New Year—drink less, eat more. Can you believe it’s been a year already? Last year, we were having hotpot here, weren’t we?”
“Yep. I brought a bottle of my dad’s liquor. Haozi brought some cold dishes, and you had the pot and meat ready,” Wang Zijun recalled, laughing at the memory of his dad’s tantrum.
“This year’s different,” Qin Hao remarked, glancing at the potted plant near the TV with an odd expression.
This crappy den was now tidier than his own home.
A home needs a woman. That’s the key. With or without one—it’s a whole other world.
“Holy crap! There really is a mark!”
Wang Zijun, who had been jokingly inspecting Xu Qing’s wrist, suddenly froze.
What the—
There actually was one?!
“What?” Xu Qing blinked, confused. He pulled his sleeve down while glancing between their equally dumbfounded faces.