The brother I picked up turned out to be a real-life young master from a wealthy family. After returning to his billionaire family and becoming the despised outcast, he wanted to commit suicide out of despair. I grinned: "Bro, hurry up and die." "I have my eye on this punk. Only if you die can I hold your funeral photo and morally blackmail him into dating me." "Oh, also, I borrowed 3 million dollars from the village in your name." "If he doesn't agree, I'll use this money to hire someone to lock him up and force him to love me." "Best if I get pregnant with his kid and bind him to me for life." Pfft— He sprayed out 20 sleeping pills. Then he got up and rinsed his mouth eight hundred times. 1 When I was four, I wanted a brother. The girl next door, Jenny, had a brother who wove grasshoppers for her and carried her across the river. I was green with envy. So I asked my mom if she could give me a brother. My mom, who had been playing "golf" (farming) in the fields all day, laughed angrily. "I can't birth one. Go find someone who can." I was obedient from a young age. So I kowtowed to Big Yellow, the dog who could birth 10 puppies in a litter: "Big Yellow, I accept you as my mom. Can you give me a brother? Please." Early the next morning, I was woken by Big Yellow's unusual low barking. In the faint morning light, Big Yellow was gently nudging a shadow curled up by the haystack with his nose. It was a little boy. His clothes were torn, his face too dirty to see clearly, but his eyes were exceptionally bright. He hugged his arms, shivering slightly. I cheered: "Good job, Big Yellow! You really gave me a brother!" I am very loyal. I turned and shouted to my mom who came out hearing the noise: "Auntie! I have a brother!" Then I rushed to hug Big Yellow's neck and called him Mom. "Lily! Evans!" My mom roared, holding a spatula. I didn't know why she was angry, but her beating was very graceful. 2 After beating me, she boiled hot water and let the boy take a bath. When he came out clean and sat at our dining table, I finally saw his face clearly. Who would have thought, Big Yellow, a country dog, gave birth to such a stylish person! His features looked like they were painted; extremely good-looking. Compared to him, Jenny's brother looked like a scribble. He didn't look at me, staring unblinkingly at the bowl of rice on the table— Rice mixed with meat broth, topped with several pieces of soft stewed ribs. So I pushed the bowl generously in front of him: "Brother, eat! Don't be shy!" As if he finally couldn't hold back, he picked up the bowl, eating in small bites at first. Then he started wolfing it down, gasping from the heat but not stopping. Just then, my mom came out of the kitchen with two bowls of rib noodles. Seeing this scene, her face turned black as the bottom of a pot. 3 She rushed over and grabbed my ear: "That's dog food! Big Yellow's dog food! Who told you to give guests dog food?!" "Ouch ouch ouch, it hurts!" My ear was twisted numb, I jumped and shouted, "You said it was Big Yellow's dog food, and Big Yellow didn't say anything!" "Besides, Big Yellow's food is delicious, I've eaten it too." These words completely ignited my mom's anger. She raised her hand to smack my butt: "So you not eating well every day is because you steal Big Yellow's food?" Just then, a very thin hand suddenly reached out and gently pulled my mom's shirt. The little brother had stood up at some point. He looked up slightly, his eyes full of caution: "A-Auntie... it's okay, that rice is very fragrant..." "Can I... eat a few more bites?" "I haven't eaten for two days... so hungry..." 4 My mom's hand froze in mid-air, looking down at the boy who only reached her chest. He was too thin. His exposed wrist was so slender it looked like it would snap with a little force. At this moment, he was swallowing nervously, his eyes glancing uncontrollably at the bowl of dog food on the table. "What a sin..." She grabbed the little brother and put the noodles covered in ribs in front of him. "Child, eat! Eat as much as you want! There's plenty!" Then she turned and rushed back to the kitchen, pots and pans clanging. In a while, she brought out a large plate of golden fried eggs. "Eat, child, eat slowly." My mom kept putting eggs in his bowl, her eyes red. When he was full, holding the bowl and sipping the noodle soup. My mom asked carefully. "Child." "Tell Auntie, how... did you get so hungry?" 5 The little brother's fingers holding the bowl tightened, knuckles turning white. He lowered his eyes, staring at the chopped green onions floating in the soup, silent for a long time. Just when I thought he wouldn't answer, he suddenly spoke: "They... are not my biological parents." "They beat me and didn't give me food. So I ran away." My mom's tears fell instantly. She turned sideways and wiped her face hard with her sleeve. 6 After eating, I tugged at my mom's sleeve: "Mom! Can we let the little brother stay and be my brother?" My mom glared at me: "Why ask me? He has to be willing to be your brother!" I didn't know how to make him willing. So I went to ask the sister next door. She was the first college student in the village, very cultured! Although villagers said she couldn't even spell "monkey," a useless scholar. I ran to the sister's house. She was sitting on a small stool in the yard. —Hair clipped up messily, floral cotton pants paired with a tight down jacket. Me: ??? Didn't Mom always say city people are the most fashionable? Why did sister dress like my grandma after two years of college? 7 "Sister, I..." I suddenly felt a bit shy, "I have a friend who wants a boy she just met to be her brother. What should she do?" "Yo yo yo~ Just a brother~? Only a kid like you believes that~" The sister, who was playing with her phone, suddenly got interested and revealed an evil smile. "But this is easy! Let your friend—take her best friend and kneel to beg him!" "Must... must kneel?" I felt my knees starting to hurt. "Of course!" The sister said decisively, "That shows sincerity!" I gritted my teeth: "Fine, but who is the best friend?" "The very best friend." 8 My best friend is Big Yellow. So when the little brother finished using the toilet, he saw a person and a dog kneeling at the outhouse entrance. His pale face cracked instantly. From initial confusion, to shock after seeing our posture, then to helpless panic. He subconsciously took half a step back, almost stepping into the cesspit behind him. "You... you guys..." "Please stay and be my brother!" I shouted with full energy, "Big Yellow and I beg you together!" Just then, my mom came out to pour a basin of dirty water. 9 "Lily! Evans!" Her roar shook the sky, "What are you doing kneeling at the outhouse with Big Yellow! Get up!" Just when my mom was about to put down the basin and twist my ear. The little brother suddenly took a small step forward and bent down slightly. Using those hands so thin you could see the bones, he gently held my arm. "Get up." His voice was very soft, "I... haven't been a brother..." "But... I will try my best." 10 From that day on, I, Lily Evans, had a brother. Mom renamed him—Ethan. Ethan was the best brother in the world. I secretly wore Mom's precious high heels at home to be pretty, but accidentally broke the heel. Scared, I cried while writing a suicide note on the table. He heard the noise and came in, looked at the crooked "suicide note" on the table. Looked at my tear-stained face, and said nothing. When Mom came back and threw a fit, he took the blame for me like a martyr: "Mom, sorry, it was me... I accidentally broke your high heels." My mom was shocked, taking out her broken lipstick and soiled dress: "These... you did these too?" Ethan glared at me fiercely, then closed his eyes in despair: "Yes. I thought they looked nice, so I tried them on." My mom was silent for a long time, wanting to speak but stopping, finally squeezing out a sentence: "...Son, your hobbies are quite broad." 11 Ethan was also the worst brother in the world. When I super accidentally forgot my homework at school. And cried at home for a whole day: "Doomed, can't do homework today, can only watch cartoons hehe oh no boohoo~~" My brother, who was running a fever, sat up from his deathbed. Walked a mile to get my homework back. He slapped the homework in front of me with a pap. Corner of his mouth harder to suppress than an AK: "Write." Me: ??? 12 Days passed like flowing water. In middle school. I was crowned the "Golden Microphone" by teachers for talking too much. Ethan, two years older, scored 748 raw points in the high school entrance exam, becoming the city's top scholar. 13-year-old Big Yellow became a grandma. We all had a bright future. In high school. Ethan won first prize in the National High School Math League. My autistic deskmate was "talk-therapied" by me into a Silver Microphone. Big Yellow's son, Little Yellow, was neutered by my mom for being too flirtatious. The Yellow family line ended! We... cling to my brother's thigh!! Bro! Don't forget us when you're rich! 13 However, Big Yellow and I never expected. My brother would get rich so fast! Just won the first prize in the National Math League. Immediately after, because he was too handsome among a group of nerds, he went viral overnight. A photo of him receiving the award got over a million likes on TikTok, and the comments section exploded— "The third brother on the right is killing it! No lighting, no makeup, pure hard handsome!" "Just asking, is this the National Handsome Guy First Prize?" "Am I the only one who thinks... he looks like a certain billionaire Mr. Vance from the capital???" This comment was upvoted to the top. Then, another video was dug up— A silhouette of Arthur Vance flashing past in financial news. Two faces placed side by side, simply like looking in a mirror. So overnight again. My brother became a real billionaire heir. Bro, I know your future is bright, but isn't this too bright? 14 When a man achieves the Dao, his poultry and dogs ascend to heaven. My mom's entertainment changed from golfing in the fields to playing mahjong at the village entrance. Big Yellow's afternoon tea changed from leftovers to imported dog food. I also transferred from the rotten high school in town to a noble school in the capital. My brother is benevolent!! However, since returning to the wealthy family to be a young master, he became very busy. We rarely met. So sad, missed him so much, so I often messaged him. Me: Bro, miss you, are you doing well there? Is the allowance enough? If enough, share some. Cat reaching out.jpg. Brother (ATM Version): How much? Before I replied. He transferred ten thousand. Brother (ATM Version): Afraid you're not used to living at school, rented you a house at the school gate. Brother (ATM Version): If anyone bullies you at the new school, tell me. No dating! No dating! Understand? Me: Cat nodding.gif. Don't know why, my brother always seemed afraid city people would bully me. He said this many times. Making me a bit scared too. Do city people look down on us country folks? 15 So on the day of reporting to the new school, I brought Little Yellow (Big Yellow's son) for protection. Just sat down, a few rich second-generation kids staggered around me. The leading boy looked me up and down, a playful smile on his lips: "Hey, new here? Heard... you're the one transferred from some village, from the same place as Ethan Vance (formerly Ethan)?" My heart skipped a beat, clutching my bag strap, nodding silently. A girl with exquisite makeup beside him looked at me with a light smile, from my canvas shoes to my ponytail. My heart was in my throat, my brother's warnings flashing in my mind, And those bullying transfer student scenes in TV dramas. Doomed, doomed... Unexpectedly, the girl's eyes lit up: "Great! She's really from the countryside!" Me: "???" 16 The boy beside her was incredibly excited. "You guys from the countryside must study very hard. Math must be super awesome like Ethan Vance, right?" "Not gonna lie, you look like a mathematician!" Me: ??? Mathematician?? Who??? Me with 30 points??? But before I could speak. He took out a stack of test papers, slapped them on my desk. "God, help a brother out." He put his hands together in a pleading gesture, "These, due this afternoon. Name your price!" I tentatively extended a hand. "Five..." Before I could say "bucks". "Five thousand?" He froze. 17 Then the group of people around him sighed in relief, showing expressions of "what a bargain". "No problem!" "Last time I offered Ethan Vance fifty thousand a sheet, he told me to get lost. You are truly benevolent!" Afraid I would regret, he immediately finalized it. "There are ten papers here, fifty thousand, I'll transfer it now!" I looked at the payment notification on my phone. Head buzzing, five... fifty thousand just like that? Who said city people are bad? City people are too good! I started writing papers diligently. Although I couldn't understand the questions, I wrote extremely seriously. Neat handwriting, clean paper, every page filled. But it was all gibberish. He only asked me to finish, didn't ask me to be right! So I finished before noon. When I handed it to them, they were shocked by my speed as heavenly. Saying everywhere I was the reincarnation of Euler.
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