Two worlds

Both of them were tired after playing all day. On the one hand, Qiao Yan hoped to spend more time together, but on the other hand, he couldn't wait to know the answer.When he got home, he was still overwhelmed by all kinds of thoughts, so he told Wen Haochu that he went to take a bath when he was tired from playing.

After taking a bath, he thought for a while and knocked on the door of Wen Haochu's bedroom. The people in the room stood by the window with their backs to the door. No one was noticed.The dim light made the man even thinner, as if he could be taken away by the wind at any time. Qiao Yan stood at the door and looked at the beauty of the person by the window for a while as it should.He was worried and hesitant, afraid that if he wasn't paying attention, he might not be able to catch the person in front of him. Thousands of thoughts swirled around his heart, only to realize that the more cherished, the more reluctant he is.He clenched his palms tightly, walked over quietly, and put Wen Haochu's arms around him from behind, "Isn't it cold?"

"not cold"

Wen Haochu held Huan's hand in front of him, passing the heat over to prove that it wasn't cold at all.

"It's not cold and you can't blow the wind all the time. The night is no better than the day. Your stomach is bad, and the night is very cold. Close the window and be obedient." Qiao Yan held Wen Haochu's hand instead, and the whole person stuck tighter, but in his heart Reassuringly, he caught it.

"Oh..." Wen Haochu had no choice but to pull out his hand to close the window when he heard the words. Qiao Yan subconsciously kept it for a while but found nothing, so he withdrew his hand and went to the door to turn on the light. When he turned around, he saw Wen Haochu sitting on the desk obediently in front of it.He walked over and hesitated for a while, "I have something to do at the company tomorrow morning. I have to rush there. I don't know if I will have time to cook for you. If you don't come back, go out to eat by yourself, okay?" Qiao Yan said so, thinking in his heart It's because I don't know what it will be like when I come back.

Wen Haochu originally wanted to say that he could just do something to deal with it, but thinking about how much Qiao Yan valued his hands and stomach, he obediently agreed.

"I'm going to bed first, you go to bed early too, good night." Qiao Yan leaned over to dab some water on Wen Haochu's lips, and then went back to her bedroom to sleep.

When he woke up the next morning, he made breakfast as usual and put it on the dining table. He looked at the time and found that it was still early for the appointed time. Wen Haochu hadn't woken up yet. He decided to go to sweet and wait for Wen Congjing to come.

It was only when he went out that he found it was raining lightly outside, Qiao Yan had no choice but to turn back to get an umbrella, what a bad weather, he thought to himself.

When he arrived at Sweet, he ordered the mango sweetheart as usual. The plate was as usual, and the taste was the same as before, but he didn’t have much interest in tasting it. He kept checking the time, and at the same time looked out of the window frequently. There were still 10 minutes before the appointed time. Wen Congjing finally arrived. When he pushed the door and was about to find a seat to sit down, he saw Qiao Yan. He was stunned for a moment, as if he was very surprised that Qiao Yan would come so early, but he still came over kindly.

"I didn't expect Mr. Joe to come so early"

"It's just not used to making people wait" doesn't reveal the uneasiness and worry in my heart.

"Oh, it's a good habit." Wen Congjing pulled out his chair and sat down. He pushed a piece of information in his hand to Qiao Yan, motioning him to take a look.

Qiao Yan came over and found that these were all his detailed information from childhood to adulthood. He thought that he would not have such a complete recollection. He was a little angry, "I don't know what Mr. Wen means by investigating me."

"Mr. Qiao, don't worry, just take a closer look, and you will find out that this investigation was done by someone when I was in your junior year."

Qiao Yan turned the page back and carefully looked at the last few lines, and found that all the information had been broken after his junior year. The paper was yellow, but it was well preserved without any wrinkles.He was a little puzzled, it seemed that Wen Congjing had investigated him a long time ago, and he didn't think he had any intersection with Wen Congjing, so he and Wen Haochu also had no intersection.

Seeming to see his doubts, Wen Congjing explained, "I also know you from Ah Yan. How should I put it, it's a painting, a portrait of you."

Qiao Yan immediately thought of the painting that Wen Haochu gave him. Although his face was exactly the same as his, it seemed strange to him. After it was framed, it never hung up.

"The painting you mentioned should be in my house now"

"Yes, there are more than one. The painting is very good, isn't it, but do you think you are you? With Xiaochu's level, it is impossible for him to draw a person who is only similar in appearance."

Wen Congjing's hint was obvious, and Qiao Yan trembled a little, "You mean, the person in the painting is not me? The one Wen Haochu knew...wasn't me?"

"He even saw your name on this form, and even lost his temper because of it, thus suspending my investigation, what do you think?"

Qiao Yan has begun to believe that there are reasonable explanations for the previous irrationality, but he still wants to save it.

"He said before that he came to see me two years ago, in sweet over my house."

Wen Congjing sighed, "Did you see him?"

Qiao Yan shook his head, "He said he was sitting next to the bonsai, which was covered, and he didn't have the nerve to come to me later."

"He was indeed sitting in a very secluded position, with a half-person-high potted plant next to him."

When Qiao Yan heard this, a glimmer of hope rose faintly.

"But that day I sat with him all afternoon, and he said he saw you, but I never saw you from the beginning to the end, not to mention that he didn't go to Sweet over there that day."

The time and scene are all matched with Wen Haochu's original description, but he is alone.

"So...what does that mean?"

Wen Congjing organized his words and spoke slowly.

"Xiao Chu, he has some mental problems. I shouldn't have said that. He was in poor health since he was a child. When he was six years old, our parents died in an accident. Since then, we have been fostered at my sister-in-law's house."

Perhaps it was because the topic was too heavy, Wen Congjing struggled out of his memories, paused for a while, and then continued.

"At that time, I was busy with my studies, and I had to work part-time to earn money for Xiaochu's medicine. I never cared about him. Although my parents left a lot of money before, I didn't dare to move easily until a critical moment. Later, his body Well, according to what I discussed with my sister-in-law before, Xiaochu should rest at home for a year, review the courses that he had missed before, and then go to school. It was that year that we found that something was wrong with him. "Wen Congjing said of him When he saw his younger brother, his expression became gentle.

"At the beginning, he said that he wanted to paint. I thought it was a hobby, so I bought the painting tools I wanted with him. After that, he often locked himself in the room, and I could hear him every time I passed the door. I was talking to others, but when I listened carefully, it was only his voice. Later on, he was getting better and better at painting, and we all thought he was talented. When we praised him, he said...it was all taught by that person. At that time, when I heard this, I thought he was humble, until he painted that painting, we asked him who it was, and he told us, this is the person who taught me to paint. It was at that time that he painted every year A portrait of that person, with a different background, but his expression has never changed. You know now, the person in the painting looks exactly like you. Later, my sister-in-law said that he had mental problems, so she took him to see a doctor The doctor advised him to be admitted to the hospital for treatment."

"You agreed?" Qiao Yan was very angry when he heard this. He thought of Wen Haochu's complaints about the past, and his heart ached.

"No, it's impossible for me to agree, but he had been hospitalized for a month when I knew it. After I took him out, I left my sister-in-law's house to rent a house by myself. After that, I will take him to see a doctor every month."

Qiao Yan didn't know what to say. He wanted to defend Wen Haochu, but he didn't know where he stood. He had never been involved in Wen Haochu's life before, but he still insisted on explaining, "I don't think he has What's the problem, he's different from you because he's sick? Did he do something outrageous? How can you bear to let him stay in a mental hospital for so long. "

"Qiao Yan, I love him very much, but not everyone loves him as much as I do, do you understand?" Wen Congjing didn't explain anything. It was his negligence to let his brother stay in the mental hospital for a month.

Qiao Yan knew that everyone in Wen Congjing included him.

"Thank you, Mr. Wen, for telling me this. It's getting late, and I'm going back to make lunch for Wen Wen. It's not good to eat too much takeaway." Qiao Yan smashed the cans, and didn't want to hide anything.

Wen Congjing was a little angry when he heard him say this, "Qiao Yan, don't you understand what I mean? Yes, you are two exuberant fires now, let alone when you will burn out, but one fire is actually ice You can’t ignore this fact, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.”

"Mr. Wen, I don't agree with you. I think we are ice. We have melted our enthusiasm, and the water flows forever. I have an older brother who looks exactly like me. He is very good at drawing. I will say this very gently when I go back. I decided The power is in his hands. If he wants to leave, I will never stop him. If he wants to stay, Mr. Wen will not blame me."

Qiao Yan stood up, took the umbrella and left without caring what Wen Congjing said.

The rain was heavier than before, and the dark clouds rolled in the sky, like spilled ink.Qiao Yan is in a mess now, he knows he was very rude just now, and the person inside is Wen Wen's brother, so he wants to make a good impression no matter what, but he can't help it.He didn't want to follow Wen Congjing's words and separate from Wen Haochu, but he couldn't help but want to ask his Wen Wen for confirmation.He didn't want to believe anyone's words, he wanted to hear what Wen Haochu said himself.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with Wen Haochu's spirit, and he didn't want him to think that he had a mental problem. The elder brother he told Wen Congjing was his real thought at the time. He just saw people that others couldn't see, but he was different from others. Why should it be treated as a heterogeneous theory.He can't understand, sometimes, people's ideas are really strange.

Qiao Yan held up the umbrella and walked towards home—yes, home, where his heart belongs.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, pattering on the umbrella surface, just like Qiao Yan's uneasy heart, the raindrops drifting with the wind soaked Qiao Yan's skirt, and then evaporated by his body temperature, half dry and half wet, sometimes hot and cold , Heart and body are in this heavy rain, floating and sinking with the wind.

The author has something to say:

There is a BUG that the last chapter did not write what time my brother made an appointment, so it was assumed that he made an appointment.

I personally think that Wen Wen's spirit is fine, he saw a person who looks like Qiao Yan in another world.

So he has two worlds.