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"I found out today that you really love to cry."

Yao Jianqi turned around in the circle of arms, carefully avoiding Yao An's injured hand, and faced him face to face.

Yao An ignored him at first, turned his face to the pillow, wiped away the snot and tears, and then simply left them in the cotton wool.

"Brother." Yao Jianqi pinched his earlobe.

Breathing is a little rough.

Yao Jianqi raised his voice: "Dear brother—brother—"

With a cry, Yao An broke his tears into a wry smile, knocked him on the back, and turned his face: "Now you know how to call him brother?"

Yao Jianqi: "Understood."

"Before, what did you do?" Yao An pushed forward.

"Sell it off."

"Then you've sold it for a long time." Yao An said, "more than three years."

"Come back later."

Seeing his rarely seen cute appearance, Yao An's eyes turned sore again, and he was about to explode, but Yao Jianqi mercilessly pinched his nose.

"..."

"Don't cry."

Yao An said softly, "Let go."

Yao Jianqi: "I'll let you go if you don't cry."

It's like coaxing a big child.

After Yao An's tears faded obediently, Yao Jianqi let go of his fingers, but did not leave, but slowly slid to the corner of his eyes, pressed, and the gauze in his palm sucked away the remaining tears.

"Actually," Yao Jianqi said while touching, "I like that you feel sorry for me."

Yao An's eyelashes moved.

He took Yao Jianqi's hand off and wrapped him under the blanket.

In the past, he might have thought that this was Yao Jianqi's verbal prank again without any assumptions, and then joked without hesitation.But that night, he just looked into Yao Jianqi's eyes, which were brighter than the night, and asked seriously, "Why?"

Yao Jianqi shook his head slightly: "You don't want to know."

He closed his eyes and buried himself in Yao An's chest.

Suddenly, a feeling of confusion and omission came over him, Yao An unconsciously lowered his head to observe Yao Jianqi's expression.

Yao Jianqi only hugged him tighter.

"If I wasn't your brother, would you still be so kind to me and cry because of me?" The voice seemed to come from his lungs.

"Don't think about it, see." Yao An thought he was uneasy, and hugged him tightly, "We will never be separated, I will always be your family, I promise."

"Family." Yao Jianqi murmured, with unclear meaning, "Isn't it family?"

His face was suddenly held up by Yao An.

"Listen well." Yao An looked at him, and his breath beat against his eyes like the tide, like gentle tears, "As long as you are still you, no matter what your surname is, wherever you go, as long as I am Yao An."

He stopped, and here, the pause also means some kind of boundless tenderness.

"I will always love you forever."

Yao Jianqi looked up at Yao An, his chest trembling, and the long gaze could not be calmed down.

How much he wished that he could see him tonight, so that no matter what he faced in the future, he would not easily fall into any despair.

At least he had tonight.

To avoid making himself cry, Yao Jianqi said, "Do you want to hear the last lines of that play?"

"Honey, imagine how you feel about me."

"How should I put it. It's like you woke up from a good night's sleep, drank handmade freshly ground coffee, went to the company to work hard for a day, and completed a long-delayed project. It was not as difficult as you thought. You completed it pretty well. A sense of satisfaction that comes once in half a lifetime. You leave work 10 minutes earlier than usual, there are still vacant seats on the subway, you avoid the smell of sweat under your armpits, and you even smell the strange fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus that is in season. You bought it on the side of the road Each pomegranate is as red as a mortal heart. The evening breeze is graceful, like a swimming posture, knocking against the night, swimming fish slide by, you hum an unnamed song, the lyrics are like moonlight, your mood is like a wave Swing, you go upstairs, you go upstairs, and then, you find a dead mouse in front of your house."

Yao An smiled, rubbed his brows, and said tacitly: "So, am I that dead mouse?"

"No." Yao Jianqi said.

"You were everything before that."