My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

The black and blue color at the corners of the eyes and mouth has faded a lot. If you don't touch it, you will hardly feel any pain. Ning Nanjia stood at the entrance of the alley with his long legs, slightly lowered the peaked cap on his forehead, and raised a pair of clear amber His eyes looked at the gate of the school across the street.

Unlike public schools like No. 10 Middle School, Lingchuan Middle School, where Jiang Yi's younger brother Jiang Beiyu attends, is a private school in D City that is famous for burning money. The school uniforms are all Japanese and Korean school drama-style shirts, trousers, and short skirts. , After watching the shirt and trousers dangle in front of his eyes for nearly [-] minutes, Ning Nanjia finally waited for his target.

Jiang Beiyu's appearance is very recognizable. Although he is not very tall and straight among the boys in the first grade, his delicate and pale face looks like it was drawn by 3D modeling. It is more beautiful than girls. Libai is so reflective, his figure is thin, and his thin shoulders look like a malnourished child. Ning Nanjia visually inspected it, and his height is barely 1.7 meters, no more.

Since no parking is allowed at the school gate to avoid traffic jams, the delicate and expensive young master had to go through this 30-meter-long alley to take his private car parked at the intersection, which gave Ning Nanjia an opportunity to succeed. blocked people.

A wooden stick nearly half a meter long was pressed against the wall, and Ning Nanjia stood in the middle of the alley with his long legs in a leisurely posture, taking advantage of his height to look down at Jiang Beiyu.

From a close distance, Jiang Beiyu's finely crafted and beautiful face is extremely exquisite. His eyes are narrow and long, his pupils are black and bright, and the tails of his eyes are drooping. He looks pitiful and cute. His nose bridge is as straight as a knife, and his lips are extremely thin and ruddy. It's just that the skin is too pale without any blood color, so it looks very gloomy.

After looking up and down for a while, Ning Nanjia was about to speak when Jiang Beiyu, who was standing in front of him, suddenly lowered his head, took a wad of red bills from his pocket and handed them to him, just like paying protection fees.

A young master like him who has no power to restrain himself and a rich family looks like a big piece of fat. The hooligans who hang around here like to blackmail students like this the most.

In a blink of an eye, Ning Nanjia understood that Jiang Beiyu was treating him as a social youth who blackmailed him. The peaked cap was lifted slightly to reveal a pair of clear amber eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smug look. smile,

"Little brother, you misunderstood. I didn't ask you for money. You are Jiang Yi's younger brother Jiang Beiyu, right?"

As soon as he heard Jiang Yi's name, Jiang Beiyu's expression became vigilant, and his long and narrow black eyes were stained with defensive emotions. He looked at Ning Nanjia with his mouth pursed, like a little milk cat who smelled a dangerous breath As if taking two steps back,

"who are you?"

As if it was because he was in a voice-changing period, his voice was low and hoarse, and it sounded a little soft, making people feel a little itchy.

Dazed for a moment, Ning Nanjia's eyes were stained with a shallow and cold smile. He looked at Jiang Beiyu, and said slowly as he approached him:

"Your brother dared to try my sister's idea, so I had no choice but to give his precious brother a good beating, to let him remember and let him understand that sometimes you can't stretch a fist randomly, otherwise it will easily offend people who shouldn't be offended. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Beiyu seemed to want to turn around and run away. Ning Nanjia reached out and grabbed his schoolbag strap one step faster than him, dragged him back, and at the same time raised his fist and slammed him in the face.

A hard fist hit the soft bridge of the nose, making a "click".

Ning Nanjia was muttering in his heart that this delicate and expensive young master was too fragile, he couldn't even bear a fist, and then he saw Jiang Beiyu bent his legs and knelt on the ground directly, with narrow and bright black eyes Tears welled up from the pain, and two lines of nosebleeds gushed out, tick-tock soon formed a pool of bright red blood on a small piece of ground beside his feet.

Before Ning Nanjia could react, Jiang Beiyu closed his eyes and fell to the ground and passed out.

The bridge of the black and blue nose was matched with blood that was bleeding all over the place, Jiang Beiyu's long eyelashes drooped softly, and the blood on his lips was completely gone. He looked as if he was dead.

Although Ning Nanjia planned to beat him up, he didn't think about killing him, so he immediately picked up Jiang Beiyu and ran to the nearest hospital.

Jiang Beiyu was too light, he was 1.7 meters tall and could only weigh less than [-] catties. When Ning Nanjia put him on the emergency bed, he had the illusion that he had just run away with a child in his arms.

Jiang Beiyu's nose bridge was slightly broken. When he came out of the operating room, his nose was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze. He was still in a coma, and his face was extremely pale. The doctor said that he was weak due to malnutrition, and told Ning Nanjia to take good care of himself. Take care of him.

When Ning Nanjia followed Jiang Beiyu's hospital bed back to the ward, the nurse in charge of pushing the bed saw that his face was bruised, and then looked at Jiang Beiyu, who was unconscious and pale on the hospital bed, and asked while writing the materials: "You two Did you have a fight just now?"

In other words, he was trying to test whether Ning Nanjia was the one who injured Jiang Beiyu. In order not to make things worse, Ning Nanjia had to say vaguely, "I am his brother. I just went to pick him up from school and saw that he was being blackmailed." .”

"So that's how it is," the nurse nodded, and asked again as she lowered her head to write on the information card, "What's your brother's name?"

Ning Nanjia quickly responded, "Jiang Beiyu, the one next to the word Wang."

Hanging the written information card by the side of the hospital bed, the nurse no longer had doubts in her eyes, and when she left, she said, "Take good care of your brother, he still has other old wounds on his body, although they are all flesh wounds. But the bones of the body are fragile."

Ning Nanjia looked at Jiang Beiyu's delicate and pale face on the hospital bed and gave a absent-minded "hmm". After the nurse left for a long time, she remembered that she had to call home in the corridor and tell Song Zhiwei to come back later.

Song Zhiwei was probably still taking a walk. When Ning Nanjia called, she heard the voice of children playing and talking to the old man in the background.

Briefly explaining the situation to Song Zhiwei, ignoring the fact that he injured the person himself, Ning Nanjia said: "Grandma, I will go back when the person wakes up. Remember to leave the door open for me."

Song Zhiwei said hello, and suddenly asked him, "Xiao Jia, grandma heard Tongtong say that you and Xiao Jiang have a little misunderstanding, right?"

Ning Nanjia thought that Lao Tzu and him did not misunderstand, and that the feud between seizing his sister was irreconcilable, but he still slowed down his tone and said, "Well, it should be."

"It's normal for boys to have a little friction, and grandma doesn't know what it is, so it's hard to say who is right and who is wrong, but you have to remember, no matter what, you can't bully the weak."

Song Zhiwei is a lady from a famous scholarly family. Although her family has declined later, she has read a lot, has her own views on people and things, and is not rigid in red tape. With an open-minded attitude, the only bottom line is not to allow them to bully the weak.

For so many years, Ning Nanjia has never made a mistake, except for hitting Jiang Beiyu this time. Thinking of Jiang Beiyu's pale face on the hospital bed, Ning Nanjia felt more guilty in her heart. After talking to Song Zhiwei and hanging up the phone, He stood in the corridor blowing the wind for a while before returning to the ward.

When he returned to the ward, Jiang Beiyu had already woken up, sitting on the edge of the bed with his eyes downcast, wondering what he was thinking, the light made his shadow very thin, when he heard footsteps, he raised his head and saw Ning Nanjia In an instant, those narrow eyes with long black pupils immediately became defensive.

"Don't be afraid." Seeing that Jiang Beiyu was leaning on the edge of the bed and seemed to be retreating, Ning Nanjia was afraid that he would fall to the ground, so she hurriedly stepped forward and held his shoulder, "I didn't know you were so reticent, anyway, I'm sorry. "

The shoulder under the palm was so thin that he could touch the raised bones, Jiang Beiyu's long and soft eyelashes trembled slightly, he pursed his mouth and lowered his head without speaking, and he didn't dare to look at him.

Ning Nanjia leaned down slightly, and looked at him with a pair of clear amber eyes, with a sincere apology in his eyes, looked at him and repeated,

"I'm sorry, Jiang Beiyu."

He really didn't expect that Jiang Yi, a rough guy with no skin and face who wouldn't even make a sound even if his leg was broken, would have a younger brother who was more delicate than a girl and who didn't have to be beaten. It was tender, like a piece of watery tofu, and he cried when he punched it.

The bright black pupils looked at Ning Nanjia quietly for a while, and Jiang Beiyu's long and soft eyelashes drooped. Although he didn't speak, the defensive emotion on his face seemed to have faded a bit.

Ning Nanjia thought that the young master might be afraid of strangers, so he took the initiative to help him lie back, pulled the thin quilt to cover him lightly, and said in a low voice: "The doctor said that your nose bridge is slightly fractured, and you will probably be hospitalized." Observe it in a few days, do you want to call home and tell your parents?"

The eyelashes drew a thick shadow under the eyelids, Jiang Beiyu turned his face sideways, his slender chin appeared sharp and gloomy in the light and shadow, after a long silence, his mouth moved, and his voice was low and hoarse: "No, no People control me."

Ning Nanjia didn't know much about Jiang Beiyu, but he also heard from Zou Zikang that Jiang Yi's father, Jiang Mingfeng, was very rich, so he guessed that Jiang Mingfeng was too busy with business, so he didn't have time to take care of this young master, so he thought for a while After a while, he said:

"I injured your nose. If you don't mind, I'll take care of you when you're in the hospital for a few days. If you don't want to see me, then I'll hire a nurse for you. Anyway, I'll take care of it to the end."

His voice fell for a long time, and Jiang Beiyu didn't speak. Ning Nanjia looked at his pale and delicate side face, and found that Jiang Beiyu's eyes were beautiful, and the end of his eyes drooped slightly. He looked pitiful and cute, somewhat similar to Ning Weitong. His eyes couldn't help but soften slightly, and there was a gentleness in his eyes that he didn't even notice.

He and Ning Weitong were twins. Their parents died in a car accident when they were nine years old.姜屹谈恋爱的时候他会这么生气，生气到理智全失跑去揍人家弟弟。

Just when Ning Nanjia's thoughts were drifting away, Jiang Beiyu said suddenly, "Don't bother,"

He raised his eyelashes, a pair of bright black pupils met Ning Nanjia's gaze directly,

"You take care of me."