Anan

Jiang Weining and his elder brother have always had a good relationship, even though he was stared at at this time, he didn't take it seriously at all, at most it was a little strange, thinking that Jiang Yu'an received a lot of money from some famous family?Are you unhappy when you tell yourself?But I haven't seen him collecting things like Wenwan, calligraphy and paintings before?

He leaned closer to look at the painting on the wall of the entrance, and explained casually: "Why are you so angry with me? I mean, this painting is actually quite good, but it doesn't match the decoration here. Why did you hang it on the wall?" here?"

Jiang Yu'an bent down and found him a pair of slippers: "Then what should I do? Change the decoration of my entire house?"

This time Jiang Weining heard that Jiang Yu'an really valued this painting, the kind that must be hung up, so he shut his mouth wisely and didn't dare to say more.

After entering the room, he unloaded his backpack and threw it on the single sofa in the living room, then sat on the long sofa next to him and began to lie down: "Godfather, godfather~"

Feng An was pouring tea in the kitchen, and when he heard Jiang Weining's drawn-out voice, he couldn't help but look sideways.

Jiang Yu'an knew it was bad when he heard him acting like a baby.Walking to the hanger in the corner, he took off his coat and hung it up, lowered his head and rolled up his two cuffs: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Weining found someone to confide in, wrinkled his face and began to vomit bitterness: "Godfather, you can take me in for a few days, I'm almost annoyed by my father at home now! He's nagging all day long that I don't do business Let me play games—especially yesterday, you insisted on taking me to someone’s house as a guest, and I didn’t know them well, so I didn’t talk much when I went there, so I taught their five-year-old granddaughter to play the violin— I'm not a free tutor! Really!!"

Jiang Yu'an laughed and said, "My place is not a free hotel either."

Jiang Weining was lying on the sofa like a snake, and when he heard the words, he twisted his waist and turned his direction.Stretching out his arms and hugging Jiang Yu'an's thigh, he begged with a deadpan face: "Godfather, please take pity on me—I'm your biological brother!"

Feng An came out of the kitchen expressionlessly, and put the brewed tea on the coffee table: "Do you drink water?"

As expected, Jiang Weining was distracted, let go of Jiang Yu'an, drank a big mouthful of water, and smiled brightly at him: "Thank you!"

Feng An paused, and responded somewhat unnaturally: "You're welcome."

Jiang Yu'an looked at his hands and said, "Be careful, don't touch the water."

At this time, Jiang Weining also saw the band-aid on Feng An's palm, holding the teacup and asked, "What's wrong? Do you have any injuries on your hand?"

Feng An shook his head: "It's okay." He didn't know whether he was answering Jiang Yu'an or Jiang Weining.

It was getting late, and there were not enough ingredients for three people at home, so Jiang Yu'an called to order a meal, and then asked Jiang Weining, "Did you tell the family when you came to my place?"

Jiang Weining let out an ah, then remembered, and took out the charger from his bag to charge his phone: "Not yet, brother, lend me your phone."

Jiang Yu'an took out his mobile phone to him.

When Jiang Weining called home, Jiang Yu'an went to the balcony of the study and cleaned up the scattered wire tools on the floor.The few pots of Fenlong that Feng An bought are very large, maybe when the weather gets hotter, they will soon produce flower buds.

Halfway through packing, Feng An came over, wanting to help.Jiang Yu'an stopped him and said, "Isn't your hand hurting? Go back and sit down."

Feng An faltered, squatting beside him and dawdling, not wanting to leave: "It doesn't hurt too much."

Jiang Yu's hand for installing the toolbox stopped for a moment, then turned his face and raised his eyebrows to look at him: "Then you cried like that just now, just to trick me into hugging you?"

Feng An's cheeks were slightly flushed, and he summoned up his courage and said, "I like you, so I want you to hug me." His voice gradually became softer: "Is there anything wrong with this..."

Jiang Yu'an looked at him for a while, then turned his face away: "Don't do this again next time."

Feng An was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to feel lost, Jiang Yu'an continued to say: "If you really like me, you shouldn't make me worry about you."

Feng An's heart skipped a beat, he didn't feel lost anymore, he wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare.Lowering his head and resting his chin on his knees, he quietly looked at Jiang Yu'an's side face, keeping this joy in his heart, and gave a very obedient "hmm".

The air suddenly became quiet and warm. Jiang Yu'an closed the lid of the tool box and was about to reach out to pull Feng An up when suddenly Jiang Weining's strange cry came from the living room: "Jiang Yu'an! How do you change my phone note?!"

Jiang Yu'an returned to the living room with the toolbox, and before he could speak, Jiang Weining had already jumped off the sofa and raised the phone screen in front of him, and said loudly, "What do you mean? Why did you delete the little one?"

Jiang Yu'an had a headache: "Your note...is too nasty, others will misunderstand it."

Jiang Weining immediately asked back: "What is the misunderstanding? Am I not your darling? Or do you have another darling?" He covered his heart with his hands and accused Jiang Yu'an: "Godfather, you make me so sad!"

Jiang Yu'an snatched the phone and put it in his pocket, walked around him with a dark face, and put the toolbox back on the shelf on the balcony.

Feng An was standing in the corridor, with his injured hand stuffed in his pocket, biting his lip with a half-smile.

Jiang Weining caught him with a glance, saw that he looked strange, as if he knew something inside, waved at him repeatedly, and lowered his voice to gossip: "You live with my elder brother, have you seen him dating a girl recently? ?”

Feng An replied solemnly: "Probably not."

Jiang Weining didn't believe it: "I think he's in love."

Feng An really wanted Jiang Yu'an to fall in love, and he couldn't hide his regret in his tone: "Mr. Jiang has no one he likes."

Jiang Weining curled his lips: "I'm already old, and my vision is still so high, when will I be able to find a wife?"

Feng An didn't speak, because he saw Jiang Yu'an had already walked over.

Jiang Yu'an still had some business to deal with, so after lunch, he went back to the study alone to work.Feng An and Jiang Weining are both young people, and Jiang Weining has a cheerful personality. The two got acquainted quickly when they got together.Jiang Weining was preparing for his graduation thesis, and planned to use Feng An as a material for the thesis, so he was very enthusiastic about Feng An, and found a psychological questionnaire from his mobile phone for him to do.

He didn't have a license as a psychological counselor yet, so he was very good at formalism. He asked Feng An to lie on the sofa in a serious manner, and he read the questions with his mobile phone in his hands.

Feng An was willing to help him finish the thesis, but he was sleepy after lunch, and Jiang Weining insisted on making him lie on the sofa, so the more he listened, the sleepier he became, his eyelids were so heavy that he could barely lift his eyes, and he hummed several questions in a row , didn't take it to heart at all.

Jiang Weining also realized that this would not work, so he had an idea, pulled a set of more interesting love test questions from the website, quietly embezzled them, and did not tell Feng An, just continued to ask questions as if nothing had happened.These test questions are more entertaining, and there is no need to take them seriously. He did this only to make Feng An more energetic, and on the other hand, to satisfy his gossip.However, as he asked, he suddenly smelled an unusual smell.

He found that Feng An's choice implied a fixed direction. No matter how many sets of questions he did, the object of his admiration was the kind of person who was older and had a mature and stable personality.

As for Feng An's situation, he knew about it. Apart from that bastard father, the only older acquaintance around him was Jiang Yu'an—of course, Feng An would also know some other mature friends, but Jiang Weining thought about it, thinking that there should be no one better than his brother.

This is very problematic! ! !

The soul of gossip in Jiang Weining's heart was burning, but he had only known Feng An for a long time, so he really couldn't take the liberty to ask, so he could only hold back for the time being and continue to do the questions.

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Yu'an came out of the study, ready to go to the supermarket to buy vegetables.Jiang Weining volunteered, saying that he would cook by himself in the evening, and strongly demanded to go with Jiang Yu'an.Feng An originally wanted to go with him, but his hand was injured and he couldn't carry things when he went, so Jiang Yu'an stayed at home to rest.

When picking vegetables in the supermarket, Jiang Weining first asked Jiang Yu'an nonchalantly: "Brother, does Feng An stay at home all the time? At his age, he stays at home every day, isn't it too boring?"

Jiang Yu'an took a bundle of celery from the freezer and said, "I'm not at home all the time, he's working in the company now, and he might go to a cram school in two days."

Jiang Weining asked: "Training class? What do you supplement?"

Jiang Yu'an explained concisely: "Make up lessons, send him to high school, college entrance examination, and college."

Jiang Weining thought for a while and said, "Well, it's good to go to school, and I can meet more friends of the same age."

They pushed the trolley to the meat and vegetable area, and there were staff behind the freezer cutting the bones with knives on the spot, and the meat was inevitably splashed.Seeing this, Jiang Yu'an hurriedly kept his distance, and almost put his obsession with cleanliness on his face, and stood behind Jiang Weining and asked, "Look for yourself, what are you going to do?"

Jiang Weining thought it was funny, deliberately picked up a rib from the inside and lifted it up, dangling it in front of Jiang Yu'an: "Brother, would you like to eat ribs?"

Jiang Yu'an took another step back: "Okay."

Jiang Weining put the ribs back, and brought out a headless chicken that had been disembowelled: "Otherwise, why don't we cook chicken soup?"

At this time Jiang Yu'an also noticed it, frowned and said: "Do you not want to stay with me anymore?"

Jiang Weining hurriedly threw the chicken on the scale to be weighed, and said with an innocent face, "I'm just asking what you want to eat?"

Jiang Yu'an and other staff packed the chicken, put it in the car, and pushed the car straight forward.

Jiang Weining stopped teasing him, and chased after him in two or three steps, smiling, "Brother, do you have a good relationship with Feng An now?"

Jiang Yu'an didn't look at him, just snorted inexplicably.

Jiang Weining asked, "What does hum mean?"

Jiang Yu'an felt a little guilty, turned around and inspected the beverage shelves, and replied with his back turned: "It's okay."

Jiang Weining's voice came from behind: "He likes you very much."

Jiang Yu'an was taken aback, and turned to look at him: "Did he tell you?"

Jiang Weining was also taken aback, and immediately reacted, and said with a melodious smirk: "Brother, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, you have a human face and a beast's heart~"

Jiang Yu'an's face darkened: "Jiang Weining, pay attention to your wording."

Jiang Weining stepped forward to put his shoulders, and apologized softly: "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'm joking. I'm just curious, how could he like you? He and you are so different in age, so it is reasonable to say no Should there be a generation gap? What have you done to him?"

Jiang Yu'an has been worrying about this for a while.The young man is full of emotions, and he has also come from that age, so he can understand Feng An's enthusiasm for him now.But he is different. After witnessing many separations and reunions, when he reaches his age, reason and restraint are always more dominant in terms of emotions.He doesn't deny that he has a good impression of Feng An, but since he doesn't plan to further develop it, he should suppress this good impression.This is the same for Feng An - he doesn't want Feng An to invest too much time and energy in chasing himself, unrequited love that ends without a cause will not taste good, and he doesn't want Feng An to taste it.

"I don't know." He said, "I always refer to your suggestion. Now that it's like this, you still have the face to ask me?"

Jiang Weining was dumb for a moment, then stammered: "No way, I asked our professor... Maybe he is empathy? By the way, has his condition improved now?"

Jiang Yu'an snorted: "It's getting better, and it's obviously getting better. You dare to confess your love to me blatantly. Should I thank you?"

Jiang Weining laughed twice: "Don't be like this, godfather, one size fits all, at least my guidance has worked, he is indeed much more confident now."

Jiang Yu'an also admitted this point.Now Feng An has more courage and self-confidence than before, and dares to express his inner thoughts. Jiang Weining has contributed a lot.

Taking a dozen orange sodas from the shelf, he commented on Jiang Yu'an and said: "A half-baked quack. I think what Dad said is right, you should go home after graduation, so as not to hurt others."

Jiang Weining was not convinced, and said: "Don't be so arbitrary, this may not be my fault. Conditions like yours are already very attractive, okay? So many women have pursued you before, and he likes you. What's wrong?"

He added: "Well, I'll go back and test it out for you to see what's going on with him. If it's really empathy, I'll help you find a reliable counselor and help him counsel it. gone?"

Jiang Yu'an believed him again for now.

Jiang Weining said that he wanted to help his brother spy on the military situation, but to be honest, he didn't know how to speak.He and Feng An had just met each other not long ago, so it seemed too impolite to ask someone about their emotional privacy so hastily, and they might not be willing to tell him, so after much deliberation, he decided to find a way to get closer to Feng An. .

Ever since Feng An decided to resume his studies, there was no need to go to the company anymore.Jiang Yu'an ordered a full set of textbooks for him online, as well as a lot of supplementary books. These things have to arrive one after another. On the other hand, it takes time to contact teachers of various subjects, so Feng An has a few days to spare .Jiang Weining first played games with him at home all day, and felt that he had established a relatively deep friendship, and it was almost time to cut into the topic, so he opened the movie ticket booking software on his mobile phone, and asked him to go out to watch a movie tomorrow.

Feng An didn't know how long he hadn't been to the cinema, holding a half-drunk orange soda, he leaned over to look at Jiang Weining's phone: "What movies are there?"

Jiang Weining chose a popular one recently: "It's a romance movie starring Qian Sui, do you want to watch it?"

Feng An had no objection and agreed.

The plot of the movie that day was actually nothing new, and it was so popular on the Internet, it was all because of the traffic of the leading actor.However, Feng An still watched it with great interest, because the atmosphere in the movie theater was different from his usual home. The dark environment and the stereo sound effects around him could still bring people into the plot.After coming out of the screening room, Jiang Weining saw that the corners of his eyes were a little red, and couldn't help laughing: "Feng An, why are you so sentimental like a female high school student?"

Feng An already knew him very well, and knew that Jiang Weining was just making fun of him, and he didn't mean any harm, so he responded generously: "Don't you think it's a pity that the hero and heroine didn't get together in the end?"

Jiang Weining echoed, and suddenly asked, "Do you have someone you like?"

Feng An froze for a moment, then turned to look at him.

Jiang Weining said: "I have a high school junior who recently fell out of love and is dying. If you don't have a girlfriend, can I introduce you?"

Feng An quickly said: "No need, I have someone I like."

Jiang Weining pretended to be very curious: "You have a girlfriend? But I don't usually see you going out, aren't you dating? Or a long-distance relationship?"

Feng An said embarrassingly: "No...it's because I like him, and he hasn't agreed yet."

Jiang Weining let out a sigh, patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him: "Then you have to keep working hard——what type is he? Tell me, maybe I can give you some advice?"

Feng An glanced at him, a little moved, because Jiang Weining is Jiang Yu'an's younger brother, so he must know Jiang Yu'an's preferences very well.But then again, Jiang Weining didn't know what attitude he would have as a family member if he wanted to pursue his elder brother.

Jiang Weining thought he was embarrassed, and there were so many people around at this time, so he didn't ask.

The theater was on the top floor of the shopping mall. After he came out, he asked Feng An, "Do you want to go down and have a stroll?"

Feng An didn't lack anything, the clothes Jiang Yu'an bought for him almost couldn't fit in the closet, so he asked Jiang Weining: "Do you have anything to buy?"

Jiang Weining shook his head: "I have nothing to buy, there is a park next to it, let's go for a walk?"

The park is quiet, suitable for talking about shy topics.