Jiang Beize was about to cry too. He had always been a very passive person. In the past two years with Song Nan Tomb, Song Nan Tomb was the backbone of the family. "Assistant Song, I don't know..."
He was in a mess, his mind and heart were in a mess, and he hadn't felt this powerless for a long time.
Song Yikai plopped down and knelt down in front of Jiang Beize.
"This is the first time I kneel down for someone. When my parents got divorced, I never knelt down for them. I am just a younger brother. I don't ask him to be rich, I just ask him to live a stable life! You two are together It’s impossible to live a stable life together.”
Jiang Beize sighed and pulled Song Yikai up from the ground.
"I know...I know."
With his lips moving and just repeating this sentence, Jiang Beize knew that some things had completely died on this day.
Because of reality.
…
After walking out of the coffee shop in a daze, Jiang Beize received a WeChat message from Song Nan Tomb.
"where."
Song Nan Tomb never used question marks when sending him WeChat messages. His tone was domineering and arrogant, as if he was saying that if you don't tell me where you are, your night will not be easy.
Jiang Beize stood at the intersection of South Street, stamping his feet from the cold. It turned out that the winter in Ningcheng was much colder than that in New York. He shed tears and said in a voice: "Brother Nan, you have ten minutes to pick me up, otherwise I will freeze." died."
He didn't know when he had developed the ability to speak naturally and fluently while crying. It was really amazing.
Jiang Beize silently put the phone back into his pocket.
Half an hour later, Song Nan Tomb arrived.
He was still a big boy, sweaty and panting, standing in front of Jiang Beize, bending down and supporting his knees with both hands, but he raised his eyes to look at him.
"There's a traffic jam on the road. I ran here, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get through now!"
“…”
Jiang Beize didn't speak. His tears had dried and stuck to his face. His face looked ugly. Song Nan Tomb scratched his hair.
"Angry?"
“…”
Jiang Beize shook his head and took a step back. Song Nan Tomb pulled him back again.
"Why are you hiding from me? Are you really angry?"
He was coaxing him.
Jiang Beize suddenly discovered that after being together for two years, he seemed to be the one coaxing him.
They are obviously the same age, probably because Song Nan's tomb is ten centimeters taller than him, so he often gives way to him and goes along with him.
Jiang Beize's nose started to feel sore again, and Song Nan Tomb kept moving his head, scratching him, pulling him, and pinching his face.
He liked to touch him at home, but he was not serious outside. Jiang Beize brushed Song Nan Tomb's hand away.
"I'm going to eat candied haws in three minutes! Otherwise I won't forgive you!"
On the street, in full view of everyone, a 176-year-old boy yelled this at the top of his voice, causing passers-by to look this way in confusion.
Song Nan Tomb was also stunned for a moment, and the next second, he turned around and ran away without hesitation.
Jiang Beize stared at his back, tears streaming down his face.
Today it's cold.
But the sun is also very dazzling.
These two points are not inconsistent.
Soon, the boy who had just run away came back with a bunch of candied haws in his hand, not even wrapped in a plastic bag. His bruised hands were holding the stick, and his fingers were red from the cold.
"I want to buy you a few more skewers, but I'm afraid it's timed out. How about it? It's less than three minutes, right?"
Why are you so nice to him
Jiangbei Ze cried loudly and threw himself into the arms of Song Nan Tomb.
Song Nan Tomb lowered his head and pushed him, "Hey, there are people around."
"Do you care?"
"Of course I don't care, I'm afraid you do."
"I don't want to care today!"
I hugged him and rubbed him, his eyes were already red, with tears hanging on his eyelashes, which was very endearing.
Song Nan Tomb gave Jiang Beize the gourd in his hand.
"Do you still want to eat?"
"Go home and eat!"
"Okay, take me to our house quickly!"
Our family
Jiang Beize moved his lips, trying to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
Soon there would be no home, but the boy opposite didn't know anything.
The two took a taxi to Jiang Beize's "mansion". This was a house transferred by Jiang Beiyuan in Jiang Beize's name. It was a three-story house with very exquisite and high-end decoration. Song Nan Tomb thought the house was good.
"The house prices in Shuixie Loft are quite expensive. Two years ago, my brother even clamored to buy me a suite here."
"Well, actually, your brother is really nice to you."
Jiang Beize lowered his head and said, handing over a pair of slippers.
Song Nan Tomb disagreed, "It's okay. It's not that I don't have the ability to make money, so I don't want his house."
Jiang Beize said nothing.
He was very lazy today, lying lazily on the back of Song Nan's tomb, with his hands on his waist, and coquettishly told him that he didn't want to cook today.
Song Nan Tomb never cooked.
Not once.
It was just that it was troublesome. In the time it took to cook a meal, he could negotiate two orders, so he might as well go out to a restaurant if he had that time.
But Jiang Beize was like a coquettish spirit possessing him today, he kept rubbing on his back, "Brother Nan, just cook once, just once."
Song Nan Tomb couldn't bear this, so he turned around and hooked his chin.
relative.
"You wait for me tonight."
After that, he went into the kitchen.
Jiang Beize stared at his happy back, wanting to see him always looking so happy, arrogant, uninhibited and wanton.
"I will wait, I will always wait, but you can't wait for me, because our situations are different."
…
After eating, Song Nan Tomb slumped on the sofa with a laptop in his arms, a pair of glasses on his nose, and browsed the web.
Jiang Beize was sitting next to him, passively. He moved to get up, but was pulled back by Song Nan Tomb's arm.
"Sit down, sir."
In New York too, when he was working, he liked to be by his side, even though he couldn't help him with anything.
Jiang Beize looked at him with a hint of weariness in his eyes, "I'll make you a cup of tea."
Only then did Song Nan Tomb let him go.
Jiangbeize's tea is not brewed well.
After two or three cups, the taste of tears was mixed with it. Jiang Beize wiped his eyes several times. He really should have covered his eyes so that this fine tea would not be wasted.
After brewing the fifth cup, the temperature, taste, and lightness were all the best, so I took it over.
Song Nan's tomb fell asleep.
The laptop was still on his lap, his hands were still in his arms, his eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open.
In the past, when we first met, Song Nan Tomb would pretend to be polite, and would be very wary of sleeping in front of him, so he would sleep until dawn.
After being together for a long time, the fox's tail is exposed. Sometimes he smashes his mouth and grinds his teeth when sleeping, but he doesn't snore. Jiang Beize really can't stand boys who snore.
I put the tea on the coffee table, took the notebook from his lap, and wanted to turn off his phone. As soon as he moved Song Nan Tomb, he woke up, his sleepy eyes a little hazy.
"where is this?"
"Our family." Jiang Beize replied with two words.
"Oh," Song Nan Tomb rubbed his eyelids, "Give it to me, I haven't found a job yet."
Work
Jiang Beize looked at the laptop in his hand and found that they were all websites for submitting resumes. He had always thought that Song Nan Tomb was busy with work.
"We no longer live in the United States, so I no longer have the job there. I have to find a new one."
Song Nan Tomb yawned. He was really a little tired. He was busy with grandma's funeral and couldn't sleep well for several days.
Jiang Beize felt as if he had eaten plum blossoms, "You don't have to work so hard."
"If I don't fight, you will drink the northwest wind."
Then he waved his hand and told him to go back to his room and sleep.
Jiang Beize tugged at his loose sleeves and said, "Look for a job slowly. You can sleep with me. I can't sleep well alone."
Song Nan Tomb became a little more interested and smiled, "What's wrong with you today?"
"What's wrong?"
"Too much coquettishness."
"I… "
After saying one word, Jiang Beize found it difficult to say the rest.
Song Nan Tomb didn't think much about it. Maybe it was because he liked him so much that he trusted him. He just felt that this little beast had a gentle temperament and was quite clingy. Maybe he had just returned to Ningcheng and was not used to it yet. .
"Let's go, go to bed."
Turn off the laptop, then go back to the room with your arms around his neck.
close the door.
…
“One can only see the attitude of one organ towards another.
But one cannot see the attitude of one soul towards another soul. "
Before going to bed, Jiang Beize showed Song Nan Tomb a sentence in a book written by Chai Jing.
Song Nan Tomb was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyelids. He threw away Jiang Beize's book and pulled his hand down.
"What are you doing with all this useless stuff? Go to sleep."
Then he rubbed his face into Jiang Beize's arms and stretched his brows.
Song Nan Tomb is actually an insecure person. He is obviously very aggressive, tall and strong, and has hard bones, but he likes to rub Jiang Beize when sleeping. The contrast is cute and endearing.
Jiang Beize rubbed the head of the bed and turned off the glass lamp.
Even though the surroundings were dim, he could still feel his high nose bridge, his thin eyelids and lips, as well as his long and even breathing, opening and closing in his arms.
Song Nan Tomb once said, "If I hold you, I can fall asleep in one second."
Like now.
He slept carelessly, but Jiang Beize couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
I touched his face through the air, not daring to touch it for fear of waking him up, and reluctant to let go.
The person in my arms is also a tiring person. It seems that he is so tired because of himself.
When he woke up the next day, his posture changed, he was leaning in his arms, and Song Nan Tomb was stroking the corners of his eyes.
Jiang Beize muttered, "What time is it?"
"It's past seven o'clock. What's wrong with your eyes?"
His hands covered his red and swollen eyelids.
It was obviously fine before going to bed yesterday.
Jiang Beize shook his head, "I don't know, maybe he was bitten by a mosquito."
"Shit, where do mosquitoes come from in the middle of winter?"
Jiang Beize stopped talking, leaned against Song Nan's tomb, hugged his waist, and called him "Brother Nan" softly.
When he was in New York, everyone begged him to scream, but he didn't say a word. In the two days since he returned to Ningcheng, he screamed a lot.
Song Nan Tomb hummed, his eyes a little bright, "If you want something, tell me."
"No... I just wanted to call you that. Let's get up later today, okay?"
"Ang, you don't have to go to work if you don't have a job. You can stay here for as long as you like."
"Is it okay for a lifetime?"
Jiang Beize rarely said such sensational words to him. A lifetime is very long, but he is very determined and very happy.
Song Nan Tomb narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said: "The future may not go well. I hope you believe me. We will make it through this for a lifetime."
Jiang Beize did not give a reply.
He closed his eyes, and his heart was as damp as rain. It was a storm that flattened his heart.
I really wanted to cry, but I held it back and felt very at ease and happy, even for a short moment.
I just feel that I want to stay together like this for a lifetime, and both of us are getting old.
But when you are with the one you love, life goes by very quickly.
…
The two of them didn't get up until noon. Jiang Beize said he wanted to go to Jiang Beiyuan's house to see his second brother.
Song Nan Tomb nodded: "Ang, let's go together."
But Jiang Beize was very determined and wanted to go alone without Song Nan tomb accompanying him.
Song Nan Tomb breathed a sigh of relief. It was because he still couldn't forget his second brother or something. Thinking of Jiang Beize's meek manner when he called Jiang Beiyuan before, he became very angry.
"Okay, it's up to you. Come back early in the evening."
After that, he went out.
Neither of them had lunch, nor breakfast.
Song Nan Tomb was hungry, so he went out and called Song Yikai. After all, he was in Ningcheng and hadn't been back for a long time. He didn't know many people.
"Your brother is hungry and wants to eat the noodles you made."
Song Yikai on the other end: "I'm not at home now. Come to the co restaurant to find me and treat you to a meal."
"become."
I walked past the Song Nan Tomb.
Not far.
The main reason is that he doesn't bring any money with him when he goes out, and he doesn't have any mobile money in his mobile phone.
Thinking of Jiang Beize acting like that, he was hungry and angry. He was fine last night and this morning, but he started to get angry at noon. He needs to be cured, otherwise he won't know who is his master!
When he arrived at the co restaurant, he looked around but didn't see Song Yikai. A girl with fair skin and yellow hair by the window was saying hello to him.
Song Nan Tomb walked over, "Do you know me?"
The girl nodded, pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and smiled happily at Song Nan Tomb's face, "Your brother asked me to accompany you to dinner."
Song Nan Tomb: "..."
Come on, he knows roughly the cause and effect.
As she turned around to leave, her stomach rumbled several times, and the girl chuckled, "Let's eat first, I'll treat you to this meal."
"..." Song Nan Tomb pursed his lips, looked at the delicacies on the next table, and cleared his throat, "I owe you. Ask Song Yikai's grandson for the meal money. I have no money."
One sentence made the girl laugh again.
The girl had a good attitude towards him. It was obvious that she liked his looks and personality, and her eyes were always glued to Song Nan Tomb.
After ordering two portions of pork chop rice and a plate of peanuts, Song Nan Tomb lowered his head to eat the rice without looking at anyone.
Afraid that he would choke, the girl handed her a glass of water, but he waved it away.
"Why are you in such a hurry to eat? You want to run away? Yes, my name is Song Yan. I'll give you a last name."
"Ang, Ningcheng is so big, and my grandson and I are not the only ones with the surname Song."
"Hahahaha, your brother cheated you once, so you hate him so much? He told me that you are single and don't have a girlfriend."
Song Nan Tomb snorted, "He told you that?"
"Yeah, what's wrong? Do you have a girlfriend?"
(End of chapter)