My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

The intertwining of lips and tongue brought out a bit of the bitterness and coolness of beer. After a while, Ning Nanjia couldn't laugh anymore. In the end, almost his whole body was pressed on the rock by Jiang Beiyu, and his neck was half-raised and kissed so hard that he couldn't breathe. angry.

The night was very quiet, and only the sound of the ebb and flow of the tide echoed in my ears. When we parted, Ning Nanjia tried his best to support the stone wall behind him with his hands, and his heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.

Seeing the burning red at the end of his eyes, and his eyes stained with a thin layer of physiological tears, Jiang Beiyu held his neck against his forehead with half guilt and half pleasure, touched his cheek and said softly said,

"Sorry, I couldn't control it for a while."

Ning Nanjia shook his head and smiled without reproach, "It's because I'm not angry enough, I'll practice more in the future."

Jiang Beiyu didn't say anything, and opened another can of beer and handed it to him. Ning Nanjia didn't want him to drink so much, so he drank his share, and finally seven or eight cans of beer went into his stomach.

The scene in his sight began to shake slightly, he pulled Jiang Beiyu's wrist, and talked about the shape of the edge of the sea just now,

"Actually, it doesn't look like a chicken to me, but a heart."

As if he was afraid that Jiang Beiyu would not be able to understand, he gestured with his hand, "Both sides are bulging, and the middle is concave, that is, the heart."

Grabbing his dangling hand, Jiang Beiyu hugged his neck and whispered, "Okay, I see."

The deviated sight suddenly fell on the "positive" characters engraved on the rock. Jiang Beiyu lowered his eyes and looked at Ning Nanjia, whose eyes were half-closed in his arms. His thoughts immediately returned to last winter, drinking Ning Nanjia, who was drunk, grasped the stone clumsily and stubbornly to draw orthographic characters here.

Seeing that Ning Nanjia was about to fall asleep, he patted his cheek lightly, and shouted in a low voice, "Ning Nanjia, don't sleep yet."

Ning Nanjia didn't know what he was going to do, so he barely raised his eyelids, looked at the stone that Jiang Beiyu stuffed into his hand, and blinked at him suspiciously.

Jiang Beiyu also picked a stone for himself, supported him to sit upright, touched the stone wall and turned his head and said to him, "Make a mark, or if you want to buy stones in the future, you won't know which one is yours .”

Ning Nanjia also thought it made sense, propped his chin and thought for a while, he was a little distressed, "Then what should we engrave?"

It seemed that he had an idea long ago, and Jiang Beiyu answered without hesitation, "Engrave your name, I will engrave yours, and you will engrave mine."

After happily saying "yes", Ning Nanjia picked up the stone and began to carve it. His name has 28 strokes, while Jiang Beiyu's name only has 21 strokes, but because his fingers are not good because he was drunk, Jiang Beiyu carved it. It took a long time before he finished carving.

Unlike Jiang Beiyu's upright handwriting, his handwriting is crooked, and the two names are put together, but it doesn't seem to be inconsistent.

After admiring with her chin propped for a while, Ning Nanjia suddenly asked in a low voice,

"Do you feel tired? If you are dragged out, you may not be able to read books in the future, and you will be forced to work, or you will be homeless. Worst of all, you may sleep on the street and have nothing to eat."

Taking a deep breath, he lifted his head and turned half of his face to look at him,

"Jiang Beiyu, I don't seem to have asked you what you mean when I made these decisions. Now I want to know, will you regret it? Will you, don't want to do this?"

Jiang Beiyu didn't speak, and looked at him silently with a pair of dark eyes like ink.

Time passed by, the food stalls in the distance gradually dispersed, and after a while, there were only a few sporadic figures left on the coast.

In the silence, Ning Nanjia heard his heart beating fast, and his anxiety and panic were like creeping vines, which made it difficult for him to breathe.

Just when he couldn't help but want to ask again, Jiang Beiyu suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, and then, the little smiles hidden in his eyes gradually surfaced.

Looking at Ning Nanjia's dazed and uneasy face, he felt a little funny, but also a little distressed. He leaned forward slightly and hugged him into his arms, and put his mouth against his ear and sighed softly.

"How could I regret it?"

Even if it is to beg for food, he is willing to stay with Ning Nanjia.

After hearing his answer, Ning Nanjia finally felt relieved, put her palm against his back and put her chin on his shoulder slightly, and muttered happily,

"Jiang Beiyu, I really like you so much."

With a slight tremor of his long fingers, Jiang Beiyu tightened his strength subconsciously, and slowly hugged Ning Nanjia tighter, staring out of focus at a point in the void in front of him in a daze.

The salty and cool sea breeze blew over slowly and quietly, and when he regained consciousness again, Ning Nanjia had already fallen asleep.

Taking off his coat and covering him, Jiang Beiyu bowed his head and kissed the corner of his eyes, then carried him on his back and walked slowly back to the cafe.

That night Ning Nanjia slept very restlessly and had several dreams intermittently.

Not only did I dream of meeting Jiang Beiyu for the first time, but I also dreamed about raising a milk dog and turning it into a wolf cub. In the end, I saw Jiang Beiyu hugging him and crying in a daze. .

Warm tears wet his neck, making his heart a little breathless.

When he woke up, the sky was already bright, and the sunlight came in through the open window sill, making his eyes hurt a little.

Jiang Beiyu was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom, so Ning Nanjia went out to the second floor to search around, and happened to see Fei Yibai coming up from downstairs, so he asked,

"Fei Yibo, have you seen Ah Yu?"

Fei Yibai didn't answer, Ning Nanjia thought he was still angry, so he wanted to go downstairs to see if Jiang Beiyu was there, just two steps down the stairs, Fei Yibo stopped him,

"Don't look for it, he went out and left you a note, it's on the table."

Frowning slightly, Ning Nanjia sighed, and when he turned around to pick up the note on the table, he couldn't help muttering, "He's not familiar with life, so you don't even look at him."

The paper was just a torn post-it note, folded in two and placed under a mug. There were only eight simple words on it, concise and to the point, but every word was heartbreaking.

Ning Nanjia, I've had enough fun.

After staring blankly for a long time, after carefully reading the strokes of each character, Ning Nanjia folded the note and put it back in its original place, then turned around and asked Fei Yibai nonchalantly,

"Did Ah Yu say when you'll be back?"

Before Fei Yibo could answer, he said to himself again, "I should be back soon, I'll wait for him."

He wanted to go back to the room, but he walked downstairs uncontrollably. His strides were fast and heavy, and he knocked over the chair beside him. Continue walking unconsciously.

Fei Yibo couldn't see it, and pulled his wrist to persuade him in a low voice,

"Ning Nanjia, you accept the reality."

The footsteps stopped suddenly, and Ning Nanjia suddenly sat on the cold floor as if she lost all strength, as if all the puppets were suddenly pulled out of the string, her expression was numb, and her eyes were red as if they were about to bleed.

After a long silence, his flexed long fingers trembled slightly. The flat and smooth floor could not grasp anything, but he pressed his fingers on it as if in a daze, and the nails that were forced to pry open Red blood gradually oozes from the edge.

Fei Yibo was about to step forward to stop him, when he saw Ning Nanjia let go of his hand suddenly, stood up again with support on the ground, put away the note, and then went back to the room and closed the door.

After a while, a low whimper came from the crack in the door, and later, the whimper turned into a painful howl, and finally, there was no sound at all.

It was dusk, and the bloody setting sun reflected through the glass windows into the hopeless corridor. With the sound of messy footsteps, the doctors and nurses rushed into the operating room pushing the emergency bed.

The moment the operating room door was closed, Ning Weitong hugged her head and cried out of control. No matter how Ning Fuyuan comforted her, she still kept crying.

While crying, a warm coat suddenly covered her body.

Ning Weitong raised her head, and in her eyes blurred with tears, she saw Ning Nanjia's thin and pale face, as if she had grasped the straw to save her life. She immediately grabbed his wrist and asked him with sobs,

"Brother, will grandma die?"

After being stimulated by the incident between Ning Nanjia and Jiang Beiyu that day, Song Zhiwei passed out at home due to a headache and was sent to the hospital that night. The doctor found a tumor in her head, and it was still malignant. The situation was very pessimistic.

Coupled with her depressed mood, this caused her condition to worsen for a while.

Raising his hand and gently touching Ning Weitong's head, Ning Nanjia comforted in a hoarse voice, "No, grandma will live a long life."

Sobbing and nodding, Ning Weitong buried his head in his arms, hugging him like he was eager to seek his protection when he encountered something scary when he was a child,

"Brother, are you leaving? You will take care of grandma with me, right?"

Ning Nanjia didn't answer, and Ning Weitong cried even harder.

Seeing Ning Weitong's heartbroken look, Ning Fuyuan couldn't help but persuade him, "Xiaojia, listen to grandma and break up with that child, okay?"

The long eyelashes gently drooped down to cover the emotions in his eyes. Ning Nanjia pursed her lips, and the line from her mouth to her jaw was tight and sharp, like a bow that was stretched to the extreme and would break at any time.

After a long silence, he responded softly, "Yes."

After the five-hour rescue time ended, Song Zhiwei was out of danger and was pushed out of the ward by doctors and nurses. Ning Weitong and Ning Fuyuan immediately went up to inquire about the situation.

Ning Nanjia sat on the bench, watched the hospital bed being pushed out for a while, and then got up mechanically and followed behind.

Maybe it's because Ning Fuyuan said that after waking up, Song Zhiwei didn't ask about Jiang Beiyu, nor why Ning Nanjia was willing to come back.

If she didn't ask, Ning Nanjia wouldn't say it either. From this day on, the three words Jiang Beiyu became Ning Nanjia's taboo.

[The author has something to say]: You can't abuse more than two chapters, persistence is victory, this is a little pet article