he is my brother

【Yu Minghe, it would be nice to be good】

……

【You have nothing now. 】

【I know. 】

【Jiang Lingyi, is there something wrong with you? 】

【Well, I only have one wish. 】

……

【Jiang Lingyi, you are going to die. 】

【Um. 】

【...What do you want to say? 】

[Tell me, Yu Ming, why can't he be more obedient. 】

……

Jiang Yuming opened his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

It was very quiet at night, and Jiang Lingyi tidied up his room by himself. Even the potted plants placed on the window sill were picked by Jiang Lingyi himself in the garden market.

Jiang Yuming curled up and wrapped his head in a quilt. The quilt smelled like sunshine. Jiang Lingyi took it out to dry yesterday, and took it back from the yard after get off work in the evening and folded it on his bed.

Bit by bit, there are traces of Jiangling's will.

Jiang Yuming breathed hard, as if he would suffocate if he stopped for a moment, he remembered that Jiang Lingyi, who often wore a suit, had changed into a plain pullover, and was sitting in the sun in the dusty yard with an old cat in his arms, squinting slightly He looked very comfortable with his eyes closed.

He remembered the deal Jiang Lingyi made with Jiang Huai'an, and Tantu Entertainment changed hands overnight.

He thought of Jiang Huaian sitting in a wheelchair and watching Jiang Lingyi on the hospital bed, his always calm and reserved face was filled with anger.

He remembered that Jiang Huaian insisted on standing in the hall of the crematorium, watching Jiang Lingyi's body being pushed into the cremation furnace.

He remembered that pile of light ashes was Jiang Lingyi who had escorted him.

Jiang Huaian scattered the ashes into the sea, muttering softly - [I only hope that you will never meet Jiang Yuming in your next life].

However, after going around and around, Jiang Yuming is still Jiang Lingyi's younger brother, and he is capable of causing trouble at all.

Jiangling means, Jiangling means.

Jiang Yuming only felt a dull pain in his heart, as if a big stone was pressed down, guilt was deeply rooted in his heart, and the nightmare would not let him go every night.

I can't sleep at night, and every time I see Jiang Lingyi's figure, I feel at ease.

He's still here, how nice.

Jiang Yuming gradually calmed down, he closed his eyes, and the picture in his mind jumped to the most peaceful day in his memory.

That was the day after Jiang Lingyi gave Tantu Entertainment to the Jiang family.

Jianglingyi set up a small courtyard in the countryside. In the courtyard, there is a thick pear tree, which grows wantonly, and the shade of the tree covers half of the courtyard.

A gray wild cat often came to eat in the courtyard, Jiang Lingyi went to buy a bag of cat food, and when it walked slowly into the yard, he grabbed it and sprinkled it in a broken bowl with a chipped hole.

Since then, the mice in the yard have almost disappeared.

Jiang Huaian would come to the courtyard every once in a while to see how Jiang Lingyi was doing, chatting, playing chess, or simply sitting quietly.

Jiang Yuming hid behind the pear tree, and under the shade of the tree, he greedily peeped at Jiang Lingyi's figure going in and out of the small courtyard, like a greedy beast, coveting the treasury and refusing to leave.

Jiang Huaian carried the wild cat to get an injection for deworming, only then did he learn that the wild cat was old and would not live long. After finishing all the procedures, he carried the cat back to the courtyard.

No one thought that Jiang Lingyi had never lived a cat.

The leaves are rustling and the sun is shining.

Jiang Lingyi was holding a book and sitting on the recliner under the tree. The recliner was shaken, and he was so comfortable that he closed his eyes leisurely. The wind turned the pages of the book, and the paper rustled. Jiang Yuming gently approached him, as if just to beg for a The intimacy of breathing.

"Meow." The gray cat climbed up the reclining chair slowly, nestled in Jiang Lingyi's abdomen into a ball of hair, snoring up and down.

No one understands Jiang Lingyi's persistence, whether it is a mantis' arm or a car, or he has been prepared for a long time.

Having worked hard for more than ten years in Tongtu Entertainment, giving away as soon as he wants to give away, living a rich and stable life, giving up as soon as he wants to give up, Jiang Lingyi is like a wolf driven to a desperate situation, doing everything he can to avenge his unworthy brother.

Why is this necessary.

After all, Jiang Yuming is dead.

Jiang Yuming had no tears, how could a ghost cry.

He was like a human leather bowl filled with glass shards, blood dripped when he moved it.

Without tears, the hatred becomes more and more solid. The original illusory hatred is like being tamped bit by bit by a small hammer, and even the protruding edges and corners are smashed down, condensing into a sphere called hatred.

The strong hatred almost drove Jiang Yuming crazy at the junction of light and darkness. If he didn't still have a trace of nostalgia for Jiang Ling, he might turn into a ghost and do evil in the world.

He might as well turn into a ghost.

Jiang Yuming, who opened his eyes again and saw Jiang Lingyi, thought to himself.

In this way, he would not have to avenge Jiang Ling as if he was going crazy.

One day when Jiang Lingyi came back from grocery shopping, he was pulled by the enthusiastic old lady of the neighbor to introduce a woman of the right age. Jealousy engulfed Jiang Yuming's soul like a huge pocket. Why, that is my Jiang Yuming's brother.

"Xiaojiang, you are lonely, and you need a caring wife to take care of you. What do you think of my granddaughter?"

"No need, Aunt Liu." Jiang Ling refused gently, weighing the cloth bag in his hand, "I have to go back and cook."

"You can cook, you can't find such a good boy with a lantern." The old lady praised with a smile, "Then we will talk about it tomorrow."

"Well, goodbye, aunt." Jiang Lingyi turned back, his expression suddenly dull.

Jiang Yuming stared at the back of Jiang Ling's solitary figure, and the jealousy that had been piled up crazily just now receded like a tide.

Jiang Yuming, it's all your fault.

Why do you rely on Jiang Lingyi?

Jiang Ling brushed the old cat every day until he lay on the hospital bed.

"Don't forget to take care of that cat for me." Jiang Ling told Jiang Huai'an even though he was dying, "It's old and won't live long."

"Jiangling Yi." Jiang Huaian took a deep breath, calming down the emotions that were about to explode, "You are going to die soon."

"I know."

"What else do you want to say?"

"Yu Ming, it would be nice to be good."

……

In the hall of the crematorium, Jiang Huaian hugged an old cat, watching Jiang Lingyi's body covered with a white cloth.

"Meow." The cat meowed softly.

Jiang Huaian shook his hand, and the cat jumped down, squatting on the ground, wagging its tail from side to side.

Jiang Yuming touched the incorporeal body, and his fingers passed through the chest. He thought, it would be great if he could take out the heart.

At least it won't hurt to numb.

……

Half of the ashes were thrown into the sea, and half of the ashes were buried under the pear tree.

The property rights of the small courtyard were handed over to Jiang's family, together with Tantu Entertainment, they were handed over to Jiang Huai'an.

Jianglingyi and Jiang's family finally return to ashes to ashes.

Jiang Yuming always thought that he would go to hell.

Fortunately, he saw Jiang Lingyi again.

Even after five years of isolation, it is still possible to return home.

……

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Jiang Lingyi's voice reached Jiang Yuming's ears, "Yu Ming, wake up."

"En." Jiang Yuming responded, sat up, and listened carefully to the sound of Jiang Lingyi's footsteps leaving, the rhythmic sound of going downstairs, and the sound of frying eggs in the kitchen.

How nice that he is still alive.