he is my brother

"Ling Yi, come and serve the dishes." Cheng Li's voice came from the kitchen, and he called me rather hastily. I was afraid that he would accidentally blow up the kitchen, so I replied, "Come right away." Jiang Yuming said, "Come in first."

He glanced at me, lowered his head and walked past me, leaned against the shoe cabinet to change into slippers, and walked into the living room.

Lin Guxian was sitting on the sofa watching TV, smiling cheerfully and turned his head to meet Shang Jiang Yuming's eyes. He withdrew his smile and said, "Hello, I'm Lingyi's friend Lin Guxian."

"Hello." Jiang Yuming stared at Lin Guxian's face, inexplicably dazed, at least from my perspective, I could see the emotion that seemed to be crying but not crying in his eyes, "I am his younger brother Jiang Yuming."

"I know you." Lin Guxian said with a smile, uncontrollable malice came out from his few words, "Lingyi mentioned you every day in high school, and I wish I could tie you into my belt." He glanced at me, Then he said, "I haven't mentioned it all these years, and I still think he forgot about you."

Jiang Yuming's face was pale, and I waved my hand to signal Lin Guxian to stop talking, but as soon as Lin Guxian stopped talking, Wei Xiangyang came out of the kitchen: "Chengzi said that if you don't help, he will blow up the kitchen."

I hurried into the kitchen to pick up the spatula in Cheng Li's hands, and when I walked into the kitchen, I left the door open, and Wei Xiangyang's voice reached my ears——

"You are Ling Yi's younger brother, sit down quickly." Wei Xiangyang greeted him warmly, as if this was his own home.

"I heard from Ling Yi that you will come back tomorrow, and he planned to pick you up at the airport, why did you come back without saying hello?" Wei Xiangyang said with a smile, putting on airs of his master.

I listened attentively, and even stopped cooking. Cheng Li pushed my shoulder: "What are you afraid of, Wei Er won't make things difficult for him."

Why not make things difficult, Mingming Wei Xiangyang is very happy to make things difficult.

I put fried pork with beans on my dinner plate, and Cheng Li brought out sweet and sour short ribs. There are four dishes, one pot of soup and four bowls of rice, enough to feed four men. fifth dish.

Cheng Li stopped me from walking towards the refrigerator, and said to me: "Come on, you go to see your brother first, scrambled eggs with tomato, I will do this."

I nodded, and told him worriedly: "When beating eggs, put less salt."

"Yeah, I'm not stupid." He pushed me out of the kitchen and closed the kitchen door tightly.

I looked at the living room, Jiang Yuming was sitting with Lin Guxian and Wei Xiangyang, it was rare that he didn't get angry.

I remember when he was in high school, he came to my class to look for me, and had a big fight with me in front of Wei Xiangyang, his face was red and his neck was thick, like a little tiger jumping up and down, Wei Xiangyang taunted him with the corner of his mouth hanging: " I don't know what's good or bad."

Afterwards, Jiang Yuming quite rejected my group of friends.

"Xiangyang." I called him, "Cheng Li said to make another tomato scrambled egg."

"Huh?" He stood up and muttered, "I can cook this dish too, Cheng Zi can't be the only one to take the credit." After that, he rushed into the kitchen to grab the spatula with Cheng Li.

"Yu Ming." I looked him straight in the eyes, "Go upstairs and talk."

"Okay." He stood up and walked over to me.

Lin Guxian lay lazily on the sofa, changing channels one after another.

I stepped up the stairs all the way, Jiang Yuming followed behind me.

"Wei Xiangyang didn't make things difficult for you, did he?" I asked him.

"No." He shook his head, "Brother Wei is fine."

This is strange, Jiang Yuming holds grudges and will take revenge, and Wei Xiangyang can remember the words that mocked him for a lifetime, but after a few conversations today, it will be written off?I glanced at him.

Maybe he was too skeptical, so he emphasized it again: "I was too ignorant when I was young, my brother's brother is my brother."

I didn't want to push him too hard, so I shook my head: "You don't have to do this, you can do whatever you want."

He choked and said quietly for a while, "I don't want to spread rumors."

"You're already passing it on." I walked into the study, closed the door carefully, and turned to look at him, "And it's incest."

His skin is too fair, smooth and delicate, so once he gets emotional, he can show it on his face. I watched his eyes blush little by little, which is a typical sign of his anger.

I took two steps back, getting as far away from him as possible, hoping this would lessen his anger.

However it was of no use.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger: "Those people talk nonsense, what do you care about them?"

I sighed: "I have to be concerned, because what they said is about your stardom. Being an actor is your dream, isn't it? No movie or TV series will use actors with black spots."

"Who told you that my dream is to be an actor?!" He raised his voice, obviously very angry, "You always use your own thoughts to speculate on me, never ask me what I really think, yes, I don't know Anyway, what about you? How are you better than me?"

I look at him.

I quietly put my left hand behind my back, lest he see my trembling fingers.

For two months, or rather, since the day he woke up from the cold river and rushed into my office, until now, I seem to have heard the mockery of fate——

Look, he is still the same Jiang Yuming, the one you know, not changed at all.

long silence.

I can seem to see that the air is so quiet that it freezes.

Jiang Yuming came aggressively, he accused me with his chest upright, like an arrogant child, but at this moment, he slumped his shoulders, shrunk into the leather chair beside the wooden table dejectedly, covered his eyes with his hands, as if I want to see him cry.

He was crying, shoulders shrugged, mixed with chagrin and heavy sadness.

I approached him and heard his muttering: "How could this be?"

how so.

Obviously a child I raised with my own hands.

"Don't cry." I comforted awkwardly.

I started my business in college, and I have always been known for expressing my opinions smoothly and clearly. Unfortunately, these skills are completely useless when facing Jiang Yuming.

He held my hand tightly, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, and covered his eyes with the other hand, and crystal tears could be seen faintly from between his fingers.

Can the entertainment industry bring so much pressure to people?I was a little puzzled, thinking about finding a psychiatrist for him.

"Brother, I don't want to be an actor." He wiped his eyes, the red eyes looked very pitiful, he insisted on saying, "I just want to watch you and live to be a hundred years old."

Live to be a hundred years old?I couldn't help laughing when I heard his childish words: "Why did you suddenly think of this, who can say what will happen in the future."

"I'm right." He stared at me, his black pupils were misty, and he seemed strangely paranoid, "I don't want to gossip, I don't want to get married, I don't want to be an actor."

I sighed, and finally took a step back: "Okay, no gossip."

I didn't agree to the remaining two items. He came out one by one. I can't believe his so-called not being an actor without getting married.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door of the study, and Lin Guxian's voice came out: "Ling Yi, it's time to eat."

"Yeah." I responded, bent over and rubbed Jiang Yuming's hair, "Go wash your face and eat."

"Okay." He lowered his eyes, "I'll go right away."

"I'll wait for you downstairs." I opened the study door and walked out.