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The ground of the third floor was strewn with rough white rectangles of paper with jagged edges.

Following the wind from the doors and windows that have not been fully closed, the white paper flies lightly and unpretentiously against the ground. Occasionally, it falls from the edge of the steps, and that sheet is twisted in Yao Jianqi's palm.

Yao Xinping sat on the sofa, leaned forward, clasped his hands between his legs, and stared at Yao Jianqi with a gloomy expression and clasped his hands.

There was a red iron gift box on the coffee table in front of him. The four corners were rusted due to years of storage, and the lid was lifted. Except for an old mobile phone, all the things hidden inside had been thrown out.

Yu Wan also looked at Yao Jianqi. Like Yao Xinping, she was still in the aftermath of Fang Cai's words.

If Yao An hadn't stepped forward, this moment would be like a frame in a stop-motion animation.

He walked to Yao Jianqi's side, took half of his sight for him, and consciously bent down to pick up a test paper with yellowed corners. There was a detailed sketch on the blank area.

He sees himself.

His nails carved a crescent on the edge of the page, and he continued to bend down, picking up the sketch papers that had fallen on the ground one by one, coffee table, TV cabinet, balcony door...

All kinds of him, never met.

Until Yao Xinping yelled angrily, and slapped his palm on several sides: "Don't pick it up!"

Yao An half-kneeled on the ground, picked up the last curtain from under the tassels, stood up, and met Yao Jianqi's eyes.

Probably the love is always very short, otherwise, why do you feel regretful every time you see each other?

"No." Yao An said every word clearly, "It's not one-sided."

The voice echoed in Yao Jianqi's eyes, his pupils trembled slightly, and when he looked at Yao An, he didn't know what was going on.

"Tell me again?!" Yao Xinping stood up from the sofa, poking Yao An directly with his anger at hand.

The yelling that made him shudder in the past did not scare him this time, Yao An looked at Yao Xinping, and confessed the same content in a different tone from before: "I said, I, Yao An, also..."

The words could not be finished.

Yao Xinping picked up the ceramic mosquito incense burner on the table, Yu Wan stretched out her hand in a panic, but before she could stop it, the incense burner was thrown towards Yao An amidst her exclamation.

There was another thunder, covering up the thud of being hit on the brow bone, Yao An stood where he was, neither dodging nor avoiding.

Before his field of vision fell into the shapeless darkness, he saw Yao Jianqi's rushing figure, and the hand that was only one knuckle away from holding the incense burner.

Fortunately not.

Yao An and Ceramic fell to the ground together, Ceramic was shattered but he was not there yet, but Yao Jianqi's heart ended up the same as the cracked tread.

He knelt in front of Yao An but didn't dare to touch any part of him, and called his name in a rare and helpless manner. The direct result of this action was that Yao Xinping's momentary hesitation turned into an even more angry anger. The two were pulled back when they were still one step away.

"Don't do that." Yu Wan tugged at his arm, pleading with tears in her eyes.

"This should be told to them!" Yao Xinping glared at the two of them violently, "Do you really know what you are doing? If you didn't see those things today, would you still plan to keep it a secret? Ah?!"

After a short period of dizziness, Yao An opened his eyelids. Although he was blurred, his ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear clearly.

Yao Jianqi let out a long breath of relief, buried his head deeply and raised it again, he stood in front of Yao An while Yao Xinping shook off Yu Wan.

"It's all because of me." He said with a wry smile, "I was the only one from the beginning to the end. He had a girl he liked, and he had been in a relationship for a long time. I told him that I liked him, and painted those pictures to imagine him. It has nothing to do with him."

"He's your brother!" Yao Xinping roared loudly, with a thick red neck, "Yao Jianqi, no matter what you call me uncle or something else, I've regarded you as my own son since you entered this house. You are brothers, do you understand? !"

"I'm sorry." Yao Jianqi gritted his teeth and bent his neck in front of Yao An's eyes.

Enduring the pain in his bones, Yao An sat up straight and grabbed Yao Ta's shoulders, shouting distressedly and urgently: "Yao Jianqi?!"

Yao Jianqi didn't look back at him, but just shook his head, looking at Yao Xinping and Yu Wan: "Hit me, whatever you want, it doesn't matter how heavy you are, I will never say a word, but, but..." His tears almost fell down, "Don't let me not love him, please, I really can't do it."

That night, the bedspreads in the third-floor bedrooms were thrown back, the floors were emptied, and the wardrobes were filled.

The dried petals of tuberose are like burning prescription paper, stained with the dirty paw prints of cats, brought here from the second floor.Yao Jianqi wiped the desk with tissue paper, his head almost sank when he tilted his head, his nose was hot, he had to open his mouth to breathe thoroughly.

At some point, the cat jumped onto the back of the chair, let out a long "meow" in shame, and looked listlessly at the bottom of the bed where the affair was originally hidden.

"I told you not to rummaging through things..."

Yao Jianqi threw the ball of paper, and went to stroke its head with his hands free.

There was no substantive emotion in these words, and the thick rain curtain couldn't stop his thoughts. Yao Jianqi suddenly realized for a moment, woke up under the cat's flattering lick, got him up, and went downstairs together.

The water stains in the bedroom on the second floor had dried up, the beds were still in the same shape as they were piled up this morning, and the wardrobe was half open, half empty.

When he was just packing up, Yao Jianqi left all his winter clothes for Yao An, who had no clothes to go home, and for himself to find a reason not to deceive himself.

At that time, Yu Wan was looking at him by the door, and asked him weakly and couldn't bear it: "Why, Jian Qi, why?"

Yao Jianqi couldn't tell whose clothes belonged to him, so he unpacked and folded them again, looked at the neckline and said in a hoarse voice, "Because he's so nice."

Such a person is so nice...he just wants to occupy him.

The window of the bathroom was closed, and there was a pile of tide. Yao Jianqi picked up the ball of clothes that was huddled by the sink, not caring about the wetness, and forgot the clothes basket, so he just carried it to the first floor.

The light was too dim, and he couldn't see clearly when he went down the last two steps. He slipped and slipped, and all his clothes fell on the ground, and every joint started to hurt from the tailbone.

Yao Jianqi didn't say anything, he knew that Yu Wan was in the room, he gathered his clothes up again with trembling hands, and looked up to see the heating table in the living room with the lights on, and his thick textbooks were spread all over.

He thought he probably wasn't sad because of the pain.

In the corridor of the hospital, there are people wearing admission bracelets and night shift nurses on duty. Occasionally, some bells can be heard. The inpatient department at this point is very quiet, especially for Yao An.

Yao Jianqi was the first to find out that his otitis media had recurred. The scene was really bad. Yao Xinping slapped him whenever he wanted, but Yu Wan couldn't stop him. On the side of Yao Jianqi's face, his upper body shook heavily.

And I couldn't hear anything.

Yao Jianqi felt it when Yao An covered himself in his arms and kept cursing at Yao Xinping. He noticed that when he spoke, the branch of his jaw twitched violently, which was a symptom of earache.

Then he suddenly got up on his knees, and said loudly that Yao An's ears were uncomfortable, and he had to go to the hospital now with an attitude completely different from the one he had just swallowed.

"When did you have otitis media?"

Yao An finished the fiber optic otoscope and hearing examination in the hospital, and everything he heard was like a puddle of water, including the sentence Yao Xinping asked.

There was still a vacant seat in the CT outdoor waiting chair, and neither of them sat. Yao An unconsciously fiddled with the corner of the film bag in his hand, looking down at his changed clothes.

It was Yao Jianqi again.

Yao Xinping frowned without hearing his answer, and was about to step forward, but heard the doctor call his name.

Yao An was pushed in by Yao Xinping, lying on the CT machine with chills all over his body, he got the result an hour later, and saw the doctor after he came out, he was an acquaintance of Yao Xinping in the hospital, and reprimanded him for not protecting his ears from the rain and catching a cold It was more troublesome, and later decided to do tympanic membrane puncture.

It didn't hurt as much as he imagined, and it wasn't too slow. After finishing, it was like a gust of wind blowing out, lightening half of the ear.Yao An smiled but didn't seem to be smiling. At first Yao Jianqi advised him to do it, but he didn't listen, and used nasal spray for many years.

"Can you hear me?" Yao Xinping asked standing by the hospital bed, and the doctor answered for Yao An, saying that it was not all over yet, at least four or five days later, and listed a lot of precautions.

"I'll be in the hospital for a few days. I'll bring you the clothes." Yao Xinping called on his mobile phone.

The implication is to not let him go home.

Yao An stared at the screen and didn't respond, he was stupefied. He didn't seem to have anything to do with his hearing or the healing time.

"I'll listen to you." After a while, Yao An stood up from the edge of the bed, looked at Yao Xinping calmly, "Don't hit him."

Yao Xinping's eyes became stern, and he restrained himself after scolding a few words, perhaps because he thought that he didn't listen well at all.

Yao Xinping continued to type on the phone, and after a long paragraph, he deleted all of it, leaving only one line at the end.

"Have you ever thought about others? Grandpa and grandma are still in the hospital and live upstairs. Think about them."