Drowning Reborn

After the winter vacation, it will basically be the Spring Festival soon. The Spring Festival is always a time for family reunion, but it is not for the Jiang family.

Jiang's father's current business center is in foreign countries. Foreign countries do not have the concept of Spring Festival. They celebrate Christmas or New Year. The holidays are usually from the end of December to the beginning of January. When China starts to celebrate the Spring Festival, it is they who work busy time.

A few days before the Spring Festival, the Jiang family and his wife called back, expressing that they would not be back for the holidays. The Jiang family brothers accepted it calmly, and they have long been accustomed to this—even they said that they had never expected it at all. My parents can come back.

Although the part-time workers have tried their best to decorate Jiang's family as warmly and year-round as possible, pasted couplets and New Year pictures, made a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner in advance, made dumplings and frozen them in the refrigerator, but only two children However, the room still inevitably looked cold and lonely, without any Chinese New Year atmosphere.

Although I bought a bunch of firecrackers and fireworks, none of the Jiang family brothers were interested in touching them. Jiang Zehan has always been like this, and although Jiang Zechen liked it when he was a child, he is already past the age of being interested in it now.

However, Jiang Zechen's uncharacteristic appearance naturally caught Jiang Zehan's attention.

Thinking of his younger brother who used to be arguing to see his parents and crying endlessly, only when he was asked to set off firecrackers and fireworks could he be quiet for a while, Jiang Zehan sat on the sofa in doubt and worry, while watching the Spring Festival Gala boringly Beside Jiang Zechen, who was yawning, stroked his hair and asked him if he was unhappy.

——Although Jiang Zehan felt that Jiang Zechen, who was crying for his parents, made him very upset, but at the moment, he seemed to prefer that he could make a fuss, instead of nestling so quietly, making him feel a little worried.

——The younger brother has grown up and finally started to understand, instead of being so heartless and only causing trouble for others...

Jiang Zechen did not refuse Jiang Zehan's approach, but seldom took the initiative to lie on his lap, raised his head and curled his lips, "Brother is not happy, is he? There is nothing to be happy about..."

—Yes, what is there to be happy about?Chinese New Year... seems to have nothing to do with them... Jiang Zehan laughed, circled his younger brother, gently stroked his hair and back, and cast his eyes on the lively scene on TV, but his heart was empty, his eyes involuntarily let go, and he started slightly running god.

The same goes for Jiang Zechen, no matter how funny the cross talk sketches are, how grand the song and dance performances are, or how novel the magic and acrobatics are, they can't make him feel happy.

——I got used to it early on, and I thought I wouldn't care, but compared with the lights, laughter, and firecrackers outside, I couldn't help but feel lost and lonely.

——Perhaps no matter how mature the mind is, there is no way to face such a situation without moving?

Although the Jiang family brothers cheered up to heat up the New Year's Eve dinner and cooked dumplings, they didn't have any appetite. After eating a little, they stared at the food on the table that was barely moving.Seeing that his younger brother didn't eat much, Jiang Zehan half-coaxed and half-forced Jiang Zechen to eat more, but he was also treated equally by Jiang Zechen in retaliation. He ate one bite each like a competition, and finally filled his stomach. Live up to this great dinner.

Afterwards, the two didn't bother to clean up the dining table. Jiang Zehan piled the used dishes into the sink, while Jiang Zechen volunteered to stuff the leftovers into the refrigerator under his brother's surprised eyes, and it was considered a deal.Then the two of them each held a can of Coke, and nestled on the sofa again.

The Spring Festival Gala was still playing, and Jiang Zehan and Jiang Zechen were arguing about the program of this show. They didn't deliberately want to watch the night, but they didn't want to go to bed early as usual.

The first one who couldn't hold on was Jiang Zechen, who had long been used to the routine of going to bed early and getting up early for children who lacked energy. In addition, the heating in the room was sufficient and the temperature was pleasant, so he squinted his eyes and leaned on Jiang Zehan's shoulder. Go up, groggy.

Jiang Zehan looked sideways at his sleepy younger brother, smiled, and didn't move his body, just took Jiang Zechen's hand, tilted his head to rest against his head, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The TV was still singing and dancing, and outside the TV, the two brothers held hands and leaned together, cuddling up and falling into a light sleep. Although it was a bit lonely, it was also a bit more warm in the dark.

When the eyes were closed, the hands of the clock jumped from eight o'clock to twelve o'clock. On the TV, the host, actors and audience counted down together, and the moment the bell rang, the sound of firecrackers and the ringing of the phone It also rang at the same time.

A ghost was woken up, Jiang Zechen sat up straight, and immediately bumped into Jiang Zehan, both of them covered their headaches and let out a sound, but soon, Jiang Zehan turned to comfort his younger brother and kept rubbing him Where it hurts from being bumped, I still blow a breath from time to time.

"Okay, brother, I'm fine..." The child's lacrimal glands seem to be relatively developed, and tears are easy to fill his eyes when he suffers physical pain. Jiang Zechen shoved Jiang Zehan a little embarrassedly, saying that he was fine, and told him to hurry up To answer the phone that is still ringing.

In the end, he rubbed his younger brother and apologized—although it seemed that Jiang Zechen bumped into him, he was the victim—Jiang Zehan walked to the phone and picked it up, while Jiang Zechen ran to the window and looked at the night sky Scattered fireworks.

I don't know when it started to snow heavily outside, and soon a thick layer was deposited on the ground, covered with silver, which had a special flavor under the colorful fireworks and festive lights.

Those who call to pay New Year's greetings are usually Jiang Zehan's classmates, distant relatives, and a few business partners and important company staff who have a close relationship with Jiang's father.Sometimes the Jiangs would call, and sometimes they would postpone the call until the next morning because they were busy with other things—oh, by the way, Jiang Zechen’s classmates were added this year.

Li Shaoming called, said "Happy New Year" and started bragging that he and his parents are currently on vacation in the northern province of H, where the ski resort is very good, and there are ice sculptures and ice lanterns.Although he knew that this fool just wanted to share his experience with his friends and didn't mean to show off, but the happy appearance of the whole family still made Jiang Zechen uneasy, and hurt him a few words, but Li Shaoming His brain is even worse than his, and he didn't realize it, but Jiang Zechen himself was suffocated to death.

Hanging up the phone angrily, he glanced sideways at Jiang Zehan who couldn't help laughing. Jiang Zechen bared his teeth in protest, but was pulled into his arms and rubbed half to death.

The wave of phone calls on New Year's Eve passed quickly, and the two brothers, who had taken a nap for nearly four hours, were full of energy at the moment, and the previous lost energy was almost dispelled by the phone calls and the endless sound of firecrackers.

Thinking of the snow field he saw before, Jiang Zechen became childish—well, he has always been childlike—wrapped up in a coat and wanted to run out to play in the snow.Jiang Zehan was taken aback, and quickly pulled him back, forcing him to put on a thick down jacket and woolen trousers, a scarf, a hat and gloves, and let him go out after being fully armed.

——Jiang Zechen felt that rolling in the snow with his body was no problem at all.

Jiang Zechen was having fun in the yard, relying on his young appearance now, no matter what he did, he would not be ashamed to start rolling snowballs and making snowmen-God knows how long it has been since he played such a childish game, but he still misses it a lot.

Because he was dressed too thickly, Jiang Zechen struggled to roll the snowball. He was dressed in a white down jacket, white velvet hat and scarf, which made him look no different from Snowball.Jiang Zehan leaned against the window to watch his younger brother play, and the more he watched, the more he found it interesting, so he simply opened the window, called him to get his attention, and then shared his feelings.

Immediately, Jiang Zechen was furious, grabbed the snowball and threw a snowball over it. Jiang Zehan reflexively wanted to hide, but he didn't expect that the snowball was not tightly packed at all, and it scattered at the end. A burst of snow fog made Jiang Zehan There is no way to avoid it.

Although it was due to a mistake at the beginning, he did not expect the result to be good. Jiang Zechen grinned complacently, and Jiang Zehan raised his eyebrows at that self-satisfied villain's appearance, closed the window immediately, and ran out soon , unceremoniously returned him a handful of snow.

Jiang Zechen felt that at this moment, both he and Jiang Zehan were completely relaxed, wanting to forget about some messy things, wanting to get rid of some helpless emotions, and just ran and indulged in the snow.

——At least, that's how Jiang Zechen felt.

It is too tiring to be on guard and suspect all the time. At this moment of saying goodbye to the old and ushering in the new, only by throwing off the burden of the past and saying goodbye to the troubles of the past can we usher in a new future.

——The sound of firecrackers disperses the nightmares of the past, the snow covers all the filth, the new year, and the rebirth again.

Jiang Zechen, who was chased all over the yard by his brother because of losing in a snowball fight, hoped that at this moment, Jiang Zehan would be as relaxed and wanton as he was, and would no longer be restrained by anything.

——Looking back, looking at Jiang Zehan's bright eyes shining with pure joy, Jiang Zechen felt that at this moment, he was like a real teenager and his real brother.

——He will definitely change himself well, and will never go back to the old path of the past. I hope this time his brother can truly regard himself as a brother and a family member.

——As long as you have the heart, everything can be changed, right?

As a result of playing wildly all night, Jiang Zechen unfortunately caught a cold, while Jiang Zehan, who obviously wore less clothes than him, was still alive and kicking, and asked him to take medicine to take care of him to rest with a face of self-blame and guilt, caring for him meticulously.

The shining brilliance in those eyes on New Year's Eve has dissipated, as if they have retreated into their shells, and once again put on the mask of a gentle brother.Jiang Zechen still couldn't see through his brother and Jiang Zehan's true attitude towards him.

——But what if you can’t see through it?It's enough for him to do what he can.