What if my brother is sick

Soon arrived downstairs at Jiang Yan's house, Wen Bei took Jiang Yan's schoolbag and got out of the car, then handed it to Jiang Yan, gave a few words of advice, and then said slowly: "Okay, go up, go to bed early."

Jiang Yan nodded, took the schoolbag, walked a few steps and turned back, saying: "You also go to bed earlier."

Wen Bei nodded with a smile, and Jiang Yan turned and went upstairs contentedly.

Wen Bei stood downstairs until he couldn't see Jiang Yan's back, then returned to the car and left.

The homes of the two were not far away, and Wen Bei soon arrived home, took off his coat and scarf, took a sip of water, and began to face the mess in his house.

The house was full of luggage and sundries piled up everywhere. Wen Bei had just moved here for two days, and he hadn't had time to tidy up anything, and he had no time to tidy up. Even the bed was barely tidied up for rest.

However, Jiang Yan will be moving here tomorrow, and such a mess is definitely not acceptable.

Even though there are a lot of things to be busy now, Wen Bei still puts down everything else and concentrates on rolling up his sleeves and cleaning up the house.

The first thing Jiang Yan did after returning home was to take out the chocolate given by Wen Bei at noon from his pocket, put it on the table, and stare at it seriously.

My brother gave it to me, I really want to eat it.

But if you eat it, it's gone, just one piece.

After weighing again and again, Jiang Yan still defeated the desire, and carefully put the chocolate into the freezer, and there was a long-sleeping chocolate in the empty refrigerator.

He took out his mobile phone and found that there was already a message on WeChat.

You have successfully added ** as a friend, you can start chatting.

Jiang Yan looked at the two ** symbols, frowned and clicked on the head of the orange cat, only to realize...

It turns out that Wen Bei's WeChat nickname is two **

I thought some illegal characters were blocked...

With a sullen face, Jiang Yan quickly changed the two ** to "mine".

After changing the notes, I put down my phone in a good mood and went to take a shower.

But after taking a shower, his good mood faded. He looked at the main page of WeChat on his mobile phone, but there was no news.

He picks up the phone sullenly and looks at the blank chat page between the two of them. He really wants to send something, but he doesn't know what to send.

At this moment, Wen Bei was concentrating on tidying up the room reserved for Jiang Yan, and had no idea that his younger brother was waiting for news from him.

Jiang Yan couldn't wait, so she sighed lonely in her heart, thinking it was the same, Wen Bei didn't say that adding him on WeChat would send him a message, he was thinking too much.

Putting the phone aside, he sat on the sofa and watched TV for a while, but found that he couldn't watch TV. His eyes would always pay attention to the phone involuntarily. Just when he was wondering whether he should take the initiative to send something, Wen Bei finally remembered his precious brother and sent a message to Jiang Yan.

Mine: [Are you asleep? 】

Jiang Yan's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his cold face, and he immediately responded to the message.

【not yet. 】

Wen Bei originally sent the message just by trying his luck, but after checking the time, it was past ten o'clock, and replied.

[Why aren't you sleeping? 】

[Not sleepy yet. 】

my picture】

Jiang Yan was taken aback, and clicked on the picture sent by Wen Bei.

Mine: 【This is your room. 】

Mine: [When renting a house, I deliberately found a room with a larger size]

Mine: [I arranged it according to my usual style]

My: [Do you like it? 】

Jiang Yan looked at the room in the picture, it was very tidy, and it was the color he liked.

He suppressed the warmth in his heart and replied.

【Um. 】

【like very much. 】

Jiang Yan began to look forward to tomorrow.

This is the first time in three years that this feeling has occurred.

With Jiang Yan's affirmation, Wen Bei replied with satisfaction: [Just like it. 】

Then the two chatted for a few words, and Wen Bei asked Jiang Yan to go to bed.

【I will pick you up tomorrow morning】

【go to bed early】

【Good night】

Then add an emoticon package of a cat sleeping under a small quilt.

Jiang Yan looked at the emoji and smiled slightly.

He listened to Wen Bei, brushed his teeth and got ready for bed, and took out the medicine that Song Li asked him to continue taking today from the drawer before going to bed.

Paroxetine.

Medication for anxiety patients.

Song Li didn't know that Jiang Yan had actually only taken this medicine once.

Although this medicine is helpful for Jiang Yan's anxiety, it also has serious side effects.

But now he has to eat.

He glanced at his arm, and there were criss-cross scars all over the inside of his forearm. It had been a few days, and the scars were faint and not very obvious. If you didn't pay attention, you wouldn't be able to see them.

These scars are a constant reminder of how depraved I was once.

He wants to get better, he must get better.

Jiang Yan thought.

Wen Bei finally came back, and he couldn't let him know that his brother——

is a patient.

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Wen Bei got up early this morning, made some breakfast for Jiang Yan for him to eat in the car, and set off to Jiang Yan's house when he was ready.

Arriving soon after driving, Wen Bei sent a message to Jiang Yan, asking him if he got up.

As a result, as soon as the message was sent, Jiang Yan came out of the building. Wen Bei hurriedly got out of the car to meet her, and said with a smile, "You came out so soon?"

Jiang Yan was embarrassed to tell Wen Bei that she had been waiting for him upstairs, and hurried downstairs as soon as she saw his car, she just nodded and said softly: "Yes."

After Wen Bei led the man into the car, and asked Jiang Yan to fasten his seat belt, he asked, "Did you sleep well?"

The side effects of the medicine made Jiang Yan's stomach churn for a while, and the feeling of nausea surrounded him all the time. He tried his best to make himself look more energetic, and nodded with a drowsy head: "It's good."

But the careful Wen Bei still found something wrong with Jiang Yan, and worried to the pale Jiang Yan: "Is there something wrong? Your face is not very good."

Jiang Yan didn't expect Wen Bei to notice it, but she couldn't say it was a side effect of the medicine, so she could only lie: "It's okay...just a little hungry..."

Upon hearing this, Wen Bei quickly handed Jiang Yan the breakfast in a thermos on the back seat, and said, "Say it earlier, I made you breakfast, eat it when you're hungry."

Jiang Yan looked at the breakfast that Wen Bei handed over, and couldn't laugh or cry.

He didn't expect Wen Bei to prepare breakfast for himself early in the morning, and he was happy but helpless.

In his current situation, he doesn't look like he can eat...

But Jiang Yan would never refuse anything Wen Bei gave her, endured the discomfort and opened the breakfast, and ate it in the car.

Eating in the car under the premise of nausea is like adding salt to the wound for Jiang Yan.

He tried his best to suppress the desire to vomit, finished the breakfast prepared by Wen Bei, and arrived at school just after eating.

Jiang Yan's back was covered in cold sweat, but she tried her best not to let Wen Bei notice.

Walking into the school gate with Wen Bei, I happened to run into Song He who came together.