he is my brother

I was sitting in the backyard of the Jiang family's old house, and Jiang Huaian was sitting opposite, and he said in a subtle tone: "I'm afraid Jiang Yuming has enlightened."

I raised my eyebrows: "How is it possible, he and I have been stubborn for five years, and he got enlightened once he fell into the water?"

Jiang Huaian looked at me with disbelief in his eyes, he laughed sullenly: "Ling Yi, how cruel are you, tell me how much Jiang Yuming has to do to get enlightened?"

I was so choked by him that I couldn't speak, I bowed my head and drank my tea.

"But the personality did change a little faster." Jiang Huaian pondered, "You still treat him like before?"

"Otherwise?" I put down my teacup, full of doubts, "If he wakes up one day, won't he hate me to death?"

Jiang Huaian smiled sarcasticly, with a delicate face like a banishment: "Jiang Lingyi, I just like your stubbornness."

I think I did the right thing. After Jiang Yuming moved back to my house, I avoided him as much as possible and went to the company to work overtime on holidays. I really couldn’t stand his enthusiasm for hugging and the weird feeling of following me step by step. It took about half an hour. Yue, he probably saw that I was avoiding him, his black and white eyes were full of loneliness and self-blame, looking at me resentfully like an abandoned puppy sitting on the sofa.

I relented again.

Who told him to be my younger brother?

"Brother." He called me sullenly on the sofa, "Why are you suppressing my news?"

My heart skipped a beat, did I step on Jiang Yuming's red line again, I put the washed fruit on the coffee table, and sat on the other side of the sofa anxiously: "If you don't like it, I won't press it. "

"No, brother." He sat up in a panic and looked at me eagerly, "I'm not..."

I raised my hand to stop him from explaining, exhaled, I was so tired, he came back to live with me, so tired.

When I speak in the company or at the social dinner table, I will turn around three times in my stomach. I will only speak when I am sure that I am careful.

He looked even more flustered, his skin was very white, like a fairy boy walking out of a landscape painting, which caused his emotional ups and downs to be obvious through his face, for example, his eye sockets were red again.

I suddenly felt that I was very sinful. I actually disliked my little brother who I loved since I was a child and made me irritated. I was secretly annoyed. Avoid me, do you think I annoy you?"

"I didn't..." I want to deny, even though this denial sounds very guilty, I always let him, one step, two steps, I spoil him lawless, if he slapped the table and yelled at me now, maybe I I don't know how to put my hands that won't be as awkward as they are now.

The 1.8-meter-two man was really uncomfortable in my arms, and I didn't put my arms around him, which made him even more wronged: "You don't even want to give me a hug."

"You said, I can't touch you." I repeated what he said seriously, recalling the cold appearance of his pursed lips, 【Don't touch me!You are not my brother! ], every time I recall this sentence and his expression, my heart throbs with pain. I am his elder brother. I have raised him for so many years, from the age of two to 23, but he actually does not recognize me.

"I..." His body was trembling, and he tried hard not to cry, but he was unsuccessful, "Brother, brother." He called, as if he wanted to make up for the five years of family affection.

I sighed and put my arms around his waist: "I will give you whatever you want, I am your brother."

"You are my brother." He wiped away his tears and looked at me intently, "I want everyone to know that you are my brother."

"Didn't you want to..." I was full of doubts, the change was too fast, he was my younger brother, but he didn't look like my younger brother.

"I'm a bastard." For some reason, his eyes were full of remorse, like a deer that has lost its way, and staggered into the arms of the parents, "Brother, don't indulge me, hit me." Standing in front of me in a daze, how could I be willing to beat him, I didn't even say a harsh word to him.

"How could I hit you?" I'm not used to talking to him intimately. For five years, I've avoided him. I'm afraid that meeting him in the company will make him feel bad. I don't touch his hair like I used to , rubbing his ears, soothing him softly.

He moved his lips and knelt down slowly, his chin on my knee: "I really regret it." His Adam's apple moved up and down, "I know you are surprised, I was not... bullied, I was just... ..." He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, "I miss you so much."

miss me?Remember me after five years?I kept all my sharp questions in my stomach. I was undoubtedly angry at his accusations and disgust. I was angry that he didn't know what to do. I was angry that I couldn't spare time to accompany him. However, I rarely showed such negative emotions. , I will make a cup of tea and sip it slowly to dissipate my hostility, leaving only peace and quiet.

"I love you, brother." He spoke slowly, each syllable was drawn out and left imaginative blanks, "No one loves you more than me."

"I love you too." I love him and want to see him get married and have children happily. I can draw the warmth of family affection from him, but it's a pity that I have only received endless harm in the past five years.

His eyes lit up, then dimmed for a moment: "I'm going to receive the award this month, are you coming?"

Receive an award?I know his schedule better than his own. Nominated for the Oak Award for Best Newcomer, his first movie "No Dreams", in which he played the male lead - a blind man with a mysterious background who died to protect the male lead, I After calculating my itinerary, it just happened to conflict with my appointment to go to Jianghuai'an in a teahouse.

I shook my head, he looked at me disappointed, I bent down to help him up, and let him sit beside me: "Congratulations, the first award in your acting career."

His eyes were calm, as if he didn't care about the trophy that made others ecstatic. He held my fingers and stroked them one by one without saying a word.

On the day of receiving the award, I personally helped him choose a suit and tie. When I was thinking about what reason to give it to him so that he would not misunderstand it as a charity, he naturally took the suit in my hand, with a smile on his brow. With an intimate smile, like a little sun, he walked into the bedroom to change, stood in front of the dressing mirror and stretched out his arms, and asked me proudly: "Brother, how are you?"

"Very good." I looked him up and down seriously, he was born with a wide waist and narrow hips, his figure followed Jiang Mian's, and his eyes were very similar to his mother's. From this point of view, he is really handsome and charming.

I looked down at my watch and said, "I have something to go out later, do you want Uncle Lin to drive you or take the company's nanny car? There is a black Audi in the garage, and the key is on the coffee table. You can take it if you want. "

"Let Uncle Lin send me off." He looked at me earnestly, his black and white eyes were so beautiful that I was suffocated.

He never wanted to have anything to do with me before, I thought, the heat in my heart subsided a little, I walked to the sofa and picked up my coat, and I heard him ask me: "What's the matter with you?"

I paused, he never cared about my affairs, whether it was business or other things, I thought about it for a while, and told him truthfully: "Go to Qingyun Pavilion to meet Patriarch Jiang."

He stopped talking, and my heart tightened. He was arrogant and conceited. What he hated the most was his status as an illegitimate child. He hated the Jiang family and everything related to the Jiang family, including Jiang Huaian, including me, and himself. He touched the cuff buttons with his fingers. I was afraid that he would get angry at me by flipping the table. I glanced at my watch quickly, opened the door and walked out, closing the door gently. He doesn't like noise.

I don't know what he was thinking, and I don't want to know. There was no sound of smashing things in the room. I breathed a sigh of relief, went to the garage and drove a black Porsche, all the way to Qingyun Pavilion.

The car stopped and the key was handed over to the waiter. I stepped on the stairs and walked to Jianghuai'an's favorite compartment. He was drinking happily by himself. When he saw me go in, he put down the teacup, and his warm and watery voice echoed in the compartment: " Come, sit down."