Anan

Jiang Weining bought two cups of fruit tea, and walked along the path in the park with Feng An.It was almost noon at this time, and there were not many people in the park. Occasionally, I met old people who were enjoying flowers and walking birds.Jiang Weining continued the previous topic, and asked Feng An persistently: "Feng An, we two are good brothers, right? How can you not share with me about chasing girls?"

Feng An couldn't do anything about being questioned by him, so he decided to confess to him half-heartedly: "I'm not chasing a girl, you won't be interested, don't ask."

Jiang Weining roared in his heart, I am interested!So interested!On the surface, he had to pretend to be calm, lest Feng An might become suspicious: "You look down on me too much, I'm not old fashioned, do I still discriminate against homosexuals? I care about my brother, not my brother's partner, what are you afraid of? "

Feng An was a little moved, looked at him seriously and said, "Thank you."

Jiang Weining said: "Let's talk, how did you know each other? Why do you like him?"

Feng An still didn't dare to speak too carefully, only said that the other party met at the place where he used to work, and he became familiar with him after a few visits. The other party was older than himself, and had a mature and stable career. He was a very kind and gentle person. I like him very much.

Jiang Weining cut to the chase and asked, "Then you liked him because he was very gentle to you? If someone else treated you the same way, would you like someone else?"

Feng An thought for a while, and replied: "I don't know, but I only met him. It seems meaningless to make such an assumption now."

Jiang Weining asked again: "But he is so much older than you... What if you meet someone with the same type as him in the future? Younger and better than him, what should you do? Are you sure you won't empathize with someone else?"

Feng An shook his head and said firmly, "There will be no one better than him."

Jiang Weining quickly took a sip of his drink, feeling like a single dog, with the sour smell of love all over his nose.

The two walked for a while, and there happened to be a bench by the roadside, so they sat on it to rest.Jiang Weining gulped down all the drink in his hand, left the empty plastic cup in his hand to knead, and asked hesitantly: "Feng An, I have something to ask you, don't you mind..."

Feng An said: "It's okay, you say."

Jiang Weining said: "I heard from my elder brother that your family...your father treats you very badly, so you like that person, maybe it is because he is gentle and old, and just satisfies your desire for fatherly love, yes What about a disguised form of compensation for childhood regrets? In fact, you don’t really like him, you just like the feeling of being cared for by him...Have you considered this situation?”

Feng An was silent, and did not speak for two to three minutes.

Jiang Weining's heart skipped a beat, wondering if I hit the pain point?Empathy really?

However, in the next second, Feng An gave the answer, he said: "I don't think it should be like this. I like him very much, the kind of liking I want to have sex with him, I don't have such thoughts about my father .”

Jiang Weining squeezed the plastic cup in his hand and burst it.

Feng An was taken aback, and then realized what he said just now, his face became hot: "Yes, I'm sorry... I just... just pretend you didn't hear anything."

Jiang Weining was also full of embarrassment, and waved his hands indiscriminately: "It's nothing, it's my question...Are you hungry? Let's find a place to eat?"

This was the hardest lunch Jiang Weining had ever had. He had experienced an inner struggle he had never experienced in the past 23 years, and he finally decided to obey God's arrangement and not easily spoil the marriage of others—since Feng An is not empathetic, then he I don't have any opinion on this little sister-in-law, anyway, none of the women who pursued Jiang Yu'an before would play games with him.Based on this alone, Feng An has already stood out from my uncle and got the highest score.

After thinking this through, Jiang Weining was completely relaxed, and he didn't even feel anxious when he encountered a traffic jam on the way back.

Patting the steering wheel in boredom, he saw a stall selling donkey meat on fire next to the road. The business looked good, and the intersection ahead was still heavily blocked. He probably couldn’t get through the two green lights, so he greedily asked Feng An to get out of the car. Go buy fire for him.Feng An is working hard to pursue Jiang Yu'an, but worrying that he can't find a chance to bribe Jiang Weining, he buys it for him as soon as he gets off the car without hesitation.

Returning to the car with the steaming fire in hand, he saw that Jiang Weining had to drive the steering wheel for a short distance from time to time, which was very inconvenient for his hands, and he even offered to say, "How about I feed you? You can concentrate on driving."

Jiang Weining didn't feel embarrassed, and decisively declined: "It's okay, I'll finish eating in two bites." After speaking, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed all the remaining fire in the paper bag.

Feng An stared wide-eyed at the way he was eating. He also held a portion in his hand, but he just took a bite: "Are you - are you choking? Do you want some water?"

Jiang Weining didn't choke, licking his lips and tongue still reminiscing about the aftertaste: "It turns out that the donkey meat fire tastes like this, it's quite delicious."

Feng An asked curiously, "Have you never eaten before?"

Jiang Weining nodded: "My parents don't allow me to eat street stalls, they think it's unhygienic, and my stomach is really bad, I often had diarrhea when I was young."

Feng An was worried: "Then are you okay eating this now?"

"It's okay, the resistance will become stronger when I grow up, so I haven't had much stomach trouble."

Feng An was relieved now, thought for a while, and took the opportunity to ask: "What about Mr. Jiang? Does he eat these?"

Jiang Weining curled his lips: "He doesn't eat. He and my parents are in the same group, and they are both clean freaks."

"Then, what does he like to eat?"

"He doesn't eat greasy, stinky, or raw meat, but other things are fine." Jiang Weining thought while saying, "He's not like me. He wants to eat whatever he likes every day. He pays attention to healthy food. Balance is the most important thing, it seems that I haven’t seen him staring at what to eat since I was born, so if you ask me what he likes to eat most, I don’t know.”

Feng An took it seriously, thinking that it was no wonder that Jiang Yu'an maintained such a good figure. They all said that appetite is the most difficult to keep. If a person can control his mouth so strictly, he must have strong self-control—Mr. Jiang is so amazing!

During dinner, he deliberately observed Jiang Yu'an's movements of picking up vegetables, and found that, as Jiang Weining said, there was not a single dish that he ate too much.The obvious contrast is Jiang Weining—Jiang Weining completely let himself go at the dinner table, digging non-stop for a dish of chicken in tomato sauce.Although they are brothers, the two people's temperaments are really different.

Jiang Yu'an hated his younger brother's food, so he scooped up a spoonful of diced chicken with a clean spoon and poured it into Feng An's bowl: "It's almost enough for you, isn't it salty after eating so much?"

Jiang Weining finally stopped, and said nonchalantly, "If you're salty, just drink some soup."

Jiang Yu'an shook his head helplessly.

After dinner, Feng An packed up his things and took a shower, and the two brothers cleaned up the table.Jiang Weining lowered his voice and said to Jiang Yu'an: "Brother, I asked you today."

Jiang Yu'an's heart tightened, and his face remained calm: "What's his attitude?"

Jiang Weining patted him on the shoulder twice: "Brother, I think he is serious about you—it's really rare, why don't you think about it?"

Jiang Yu'an was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and said, "He is young and ignorant, and you are fooling around with him?"

Jiang Weining said: "Hey, how old are you? You are already eighteen, are you an adult, okay? Is it difficult to respect other people's decisions?" He whispered: "How did you become like your father?"

Jiang Yu'an lowered his eyes and folded the rag in his hand: "Two different things, they can't be compared. The emotional matter involves two people, his decision will affect my position, and I am also the person involved, why only respect him and not me? You are a typical underdog theory."

Jiang Weining surrendered: "All right, all right, I can't beat you."

He asked again: "Then can you tell me what's on your mind? Haven't you always wanted to find a partner who is like-minded? I think Feng An is so simple, and he is full of only you. Isn't that meeting the requirements? You Why won't you accept him?"

Jiang Yu'an said in a low voice: "Because a partner is meant to be with you hand in hand, do you think I can stay with him for a lifetime? He is so much younger than me, and I will age and die before him. What will you do if you leave him alone? What to do? He is in such a good condition now that he can easily find another more suitable lover, but if he is with me, when I am old and dead, he is already approaching his twilight years, and he has no children around him. Who will take care of him at that time? ?Of course I can leave him a sum of money, but at that point, the role of money is very limited and cannot give him emotional care. Do you want him to die in depression? "

Jiang Weining fell silent because of his answer, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "You can think so far for him, which means that you actually like him, right? You have thought of everything for him, what about you? Give up on yourself The person you like, do you feel good in your heart?"

Jiang Yu'an didn't answer this question directly: "Life always has to face various choices. It is impossible to follow your wishes in everything. Rather than clinging to temporary emotions, I will choose a path that maximizes benefits, which is good for everyone. .”

Jiang Weining looked at him, his chest was heavy, and he felt indescribably uncomfortable: "Brother..." He opened his arms to hug Jiang Yu'an: "It may be a bit selfish to say that, but you are my eldest brother, and what I care most about is your happiness."

Jiang Yu'an smiled in his ear and said, "I'll be thankful if you don't let me worry about it in the future."

Jiang Weining said seriously: "I will be filial to you."

Jiang Yu'an frowned, and pushed him away: "What did you say, am I that old?"

Jiang Weining's rare teenage melancholy dissipated quickly, and he regained his cheerful face: "You are my godfather, of course I want to be filial to you!"

When Feng An came out of the bathroom, he saw Jiang Yu'an pressing Jiang Weining's head with one hand, pushing him away.

Now that the weather is getting hotter, he even sweats after taking a shower. He can't wear pajamas, so he only puts on a top for the time being. Anyway, the pajamas are loose-fitting, and they won't be exposed when they are long. panties.He walked over strangely, his bare legs were white and straight, and he asked while wiping his hair, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Weining wrestled with his brother for a while, and was already a little out of breath.With one hand still holding Jiang Yu'an's wrist, he turned to Feng An and said with a smile, "It's nothing, I was just playing around with my brother."

Jiang Yu'an's breathing rhythm didn't change, he easily pulled out his wrist, and threw the rag to him: "Clean up the table!"

He walked through the corridor into his bedroom and prepared bedding for Jiang Weining. When passing by Feng An, he subconsciously pressed his head: "Why don't you wear pants? Put on pants."

His pressure was light and playful, maybe it was influenced by Jiang Weining.But Feng An was still very happy, which made him feel that the old atmosphere had returned.Chasing after Jiang Yu'an's back and turning his head, he responded briskly: "It's hot, I'll wear it later."

Jiang Weining stood with his waist in the living room and said loudly: "This is called oversize, do you understand fashion?" He said to Feng An again: "Ignore him, don't wear it, it's so sexy!"

Feng An blinked, his cheeks flushed slightly: "Sex, is it sexy?"

Jiang Weining gave him a thumbs-up, and before he could speak, Jiang Yu'an shouted angrily from the bedroom: "Jiang Weining! If you teach Feng An nonsense again, get the hell out of here!"

Due to the pressure, Jiang Weining had to die down.

Jiang Yu'an's house has only one guest room, and the two brothers sleep together at night.Feng An was standing beside Jiang Yu'an's bed, already obediently wearing pajama pants, he reached out and touched the edge of the bed, and asked, "Would you two sleep together?"

Jiang Weining was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he followed him and said, "Yes, it's too crowded, otherwise I'll sleep in the guest room, so you can come and sleep."

Jiang Yu'an didn't speak, just sat on the head of the bed and glared with a gloomy face, staring at the two of them honestly.

The young people rushed away, Jiang Weining took off his slippers and went to bed, Feng An also went back to the guest bedroom to rest.That night, Feng An had a good night's sleep, but when everyone woke up the next morning, the two Jiang family brothers looked haggard.Especially Jiang Weining, with a pale face, almost without color.

Feng An brought him a glass of milk and asked worriedly, "What's the matter? Did you not sleep well last night?"

Jiang Weining took a sip of the milk, breathless and said: "Don't mention it, I had diarrhea all night last night..."

Jiang Yu'an put the dinner plate on the table heavily: "I told you earlier, don't eat so much diced chicken in one go. How old are you? You don't know what's going on with your body? How are you doing now? Injure me!"

Jiang Yu'an's house is well soundproofed, Feng An can't hear anything when he sleeps alone, Jiang Yu'an will be miserable.Jiang Weining had to go to the bathroom every now and then, so he couldn't sleep.I got up in the middle of the night and found medicine to treat the stomach and fed it to him, and it didn't stop until the middle of the night.

After listening to their description, Feng An suspected that the culprit was not the diced chicken, but the burning donkey meat on the street.But as soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Weining winked at him desperately.So he hesitated for a moment, closed his mouth, and held back the words for the time being.

When Jiang Yu'an went out, Jiang Weining breathed a sigh of relief, and solemnly told Feng An: "Don't say that I ate food from the stall yesterday, or I won't be able to stay here any longer—my brother really Get angry and kill me!"

Feng An thought for a while, as if he hadn't seen what Jiang Yu'an really looked like when he was really angry, he couldn't help asking: "What will happen if he is really angry? Beat you up?"

Jiang Weining shook his head: "It's [-] times more terrifying than this."

Feng An still wanted to ask more questions, but Jiang Weining was very secretive, so he didn't say anything, and only had a lingering fear on his face.

Jiang Weining suffered from gastroenteritis for a week, and finally healed completely.But this person forgot the pain when his scar healed, and he started to crave the taste of donkey meat again.

Feng An advised him: "You have a bad stomach, so don't eat it."

Of course, Jiang Weining also knew that his stomach was fragile, but he knew it, he couldn't control his tongue, and when he thought of the taste, his mouth would not be able to restrain his saliva.He sat slantedly on the edge of Feng An's desk, casually flipping through the textbooks he piled up on the corner of the desk: "If that store isn't clean, why are you fine after eating it?"

Feng An's books have all arrived, Jiang Yu'an ordered a small desk from IKEA and put it in his bedroom for him to study.Sitting at the desk at this time, he stopped writing the question because of Jiang Weining's interruption, and just twirled the pen between his fingers leisurely: "Because I grew up eating roadside stalls since I was a child, and my stomach is used to it."

Jiang Weining said, "But I still want to eat."

"You'll have diarrhea after eating."

Jiang Weining insisted: "No, I will die if I don't eat the things I like—and I'm going back to the United States soon. If I don't eat it now, I won't be able to eat it when I go abroad." He asked Feng An: " Do you know where there is a cleaner fire shop?"

Feng An told him helplessly: "Donkey meat fire is originally a street food, how can a big restaurant make this kind of thing."

Jiang Weining was regretful at first, then rolled his eyes, and suddenly waved to him: "Come here, I think of a way."

Jiang Weining chattered and plotted into Feng An's ear, and finally Feng An looked at him from a distance, nodded hesitantly in agreement.

After dinner that night, Jiang Yu'an was sitting on the sofa watching the news, Feng An squeezed over, sat next to him and looked at him with wide eyes: "Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Yu'an sat still for now, to see what he wanted to do: "What?"

Feng An didn't do anything excessive, but said to him: "I want to eat donkey meat on fire, can you do it tomorrow?"

"Donkey meat on fire?" Jiang Yu'an looked confused, and seemed to search in his head for a long time before he said uncertainly, "Is it the kind of donkey meat in the bread?"

Feng An nodded: "Almost."

"Why do you want to eat donkey meat?" Jiang Yu'an couldn't understand: "Isn't it okay to eat beef?"

"The taste is different." Feng An said, and leaned slightly closer, looking up at Jiang Yu'an, his pupils were clear, reflecting his face: "Is it okay?"

Jiang Yu'an was watched by Feng An, and suddenly remembered what happened that night. Feng An also spoke to him in this tone that night, half expecting and half apprehensive, waiting for an answer from himself to fulfill his wish—as if he was a God, and the other party is his most loyal believer—although that is the memory he has been avoiding, but sometimes his body and mind are separated, and his mind is thinking the same thing, but his heart is still throbbing involuntarily.

"I'll go to the supermarket tomorrow to have a look." He put down the remote control and stood up, and heard himself making a hoarse voice: "See if there is any donkey meat for sale."