What if my brother is sick

The lights flickered in the distance, and the colorful lights dangled. Somehow, a dark yellow light stopped on the top of the man's head. The man held a lit cigarette in his hand, turned his face slightly, and looked at the light Under the sunlight, the dark blue hair on the top of the hair looks especially beautiful.

That person's face had long been on Wen Bei's mind day and night, even if it was just a side profile, Wen Bei could see who that person was at once.

He just can't see clearly, but he's not blind yet!

Yuan Xun was taken aback by the sudden movement of the person beside him. He looked at Wen Bei's face with a gentle smile all the time, and sank in a rare way. With a dark face, he put the bottle on the bar and made a loud bang. sound.

He looked at Wen Bei's figure walking forward, his eyes twitched.

Could it be that they really knew each other... quickly put down the wine bottle and followed.

The man at the table next to Jiang Yan was hugging a woman, laughing and frowning, thinking that Wen Bei might also be like this in a certain bar, he felt a little restless in his heart.

Looking at the cigarette that Song He handed over, he hesitated a little.

He hadn't smoked for a while, not because he didn't want to, but because Wen Bei didn't let him smoke. He was under Wen Bei's nose every day, and there was no way to smoke.

But in fact, he has been smoking since the first year of high school. After smoking for a year, his addiction to smoking is not too big, and he has not touched it for several days. Now a cigarette suddenly appeared in front of him, and the addiction immediately came up.

He hesitated again and again, struggled in his heart several times, and still took it with a fluke mentality.

Song He stared intently at the resident singer on the stage, while skillfully taking out a lighter from his jacket pocket and handing it to Jiang Yan, completely oblivious to Jiang Yan's struggling and longing expression.

Jiang Yan still lit the cigarette and took a puff skillfully. The lights on the stage somehow shone on his face, making his eyes hurt, and he frowned and turned his face away.

He ignored the girls at the next table who were secretly discussing with him, his mind was now full of Wen Bei.

I heard that when you miss someone terribly, this person will appear in front of you immediately.

This sentence is true.

When Jiang Yan took a puff of cigarette and blew out the smoke ring, Wen Bei had already walked up to him and looked at him with his head tilted.

That was the first time Jiang Yan saw Wen Bei angry.

There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of indifference, which made him panic suddenly.

Before he finished blowing out the smoke ring, the rest greeted Wen Bei's face. From the hazy smoke, Jiang Yan saw Wen Bei's dark face and sneered: "Yo, you can also blow out smoke rings, very professional , I don’t even know how, teach me?”

Jiang Yan's heart tightened, and a hint of helplessness appeared on her usually indifferent face.

He stood up abruptly, stubbed out the cigarette with shaking hands, lowered his head and called out in a low voice: "Brother..."

Wen Bei ignored him and turned to look at Song He who was standing next door.

Song He stood up with Jiang Yan when Wen Bei made his voice. He didn't expect to come so many times, but he was finally caught by the teacher.

And it's Jiang Yan's brother!

He also called out tremblingly: "Old, teacher..."

Wen Bei sneered, he was honest now.

He looked at the two people who bowed their heads like ostriches in front of him, and felt angry for a moment.

He suppressed his anger and asked, "I'll just ask a question, do you two know how old you are?"

Jiang Yan bit her lip and said nothing, Song He tremblingly said: "Ten, seventeen."

Wen Bei didn't care if Jiang Yan said no more, he laughed angrily: "That's right."

"You are already seventeen, but you are only seventeen!"

His usual gentleness disappeared completely, and he raised his voice: "Is this kind of place a place for a 17-year-old student?"

Now it was Song He's turn to be speechless, but Jiang Yan kept lowering his head and suddenly raised his head, with a rare panic and fear on his face.

"Brother... don't be angry..."

Before finishing speaking, Wen Bei interrupted: "Can I not be angry?"

"If I just saw a couple of high school kids I didn't know come to the bar today, of course I wouldn't be mad."

"But the high school students I saw today, one is my student, the other is my younger brother..."

"Why don't you make me angry?" Wen Bei was so angry that he had a headache, and couldn't help but reached out and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, Yuan Xun who was on the side saw the opportunity and opened his mouth.

"Abei...are you still a teacher?"

Wen Bei calmed down and nodded.

"But you are not..." Don't you have a company?

Wen Bei knew what he was asking, and said with a forced smile, "Side job."

Yuan Xun: "..."

The world of young people really can't understand...

Wen Bei looked at the two silent people in front of him, and then at Yuan Xun who was beside him, feeling that he couldn't teach the children in other people's places.

Then he said to Yuan Xun apologetically, "Sorry... I have to take them out here..."

Yuan Xun nodded in understanding, and said, "It's okay, you've already returned to your country anyway, so it's not too late."

Wen Bei smiled gratefully, and said to the two people in front of him, "Come out with me." He said and walked out without looking back.

The two quickly followed.

While walking, Wen Bei took out his phone and called Xiao Kun: "Hello, Ah Kun."

"Wen Dong?"

"Well, I'm in a hurry here, I have to go first, you guys play, and apologize to everyone for me."

Xiao Kun promised, Wen Beidao thanked him and hung up the phone.

His car stopped at the door. He took out the car key and pressed it, and the car beeped.

"Get in the car." Wen Bei said.

Song He quickly waved his hands: "Boss, teacher, I can just go back by myself..."

Wen Bei didn't listen to his nonsense, and got into the car directly.

Song He had no choice but to get in the car, his body habitually wanted to open the passenger door, but Jiang Yan stared back indifferently.

He shrank his head and sat in the back seat with a bitter face.

Jiang Yan sat in the co-pilot, his mind was full of the scene of Wen Bei being angry with him just now, and his heart became more and more uneasy, so much so that he forgot to fasten his seat belt.

Seeing that he had no intention of wearing a seat belt, Wen Bei sighed and moved closer to him to help him put it on.

The familiar breath approached, making Jiang Yan's heart skip a beat. He was obsessed with the smell of Wen Bei, and couldn't help turning his head to look at him.

Wen Bei suddenly stretched out his hand like Song He in the back seat, and swung it up and down a few times.

Song He looked confused: "Huh?"

He didn't understand until Wen Bei frowned, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with a bitter face, and placed it tremblingly in Wen Bei's palm.

Wen Bei then withdrew his hand and asked, "Where is home?"

Song He reported an address, Wen Bei turned on the navigation and started the car.

For a while, no one spoke.

It was Wen Bei who spoke suddenly, and said to Song He, "Next Monday, I want to see your [-]-word self-criticism."

Song He choked, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Three thousand words?!"

Wen Bei raised his eyebrows: "Why, too little?"

Song He shut his mouth instantly, shaking his head like a rattle.

"No, quite a lot."

Wen Bei continued to drive with satisfaction.