When he received Song Mi's call, Jiang Beize had already taken a shower and was ready to go to bed.
He also left the door open for Song Nan's Tomb, but he knew in his heart that Song Nan's Tomb would not come today.
Song Nan's tomb is very filial.
I still remember when I was in New York, sometimes Song Yikai fell ill and had a fever, and there was no one to take care of him at home. Song Nan Tomb went back without saying a word and only got a plane ticket.
He doesn't care about his brother's feelings, so it's only a matter of time before he and Song Nan Tomb will be separated.
Song Yan asked Jiang Beize to go to her home. It was already very late, but Jiang Beize politely refused.
"I have something to give you. It won't take you long. I'm going abroad tomorrow. I have a plane ticket early in the morning. I don't know when I will be back."
Then Jiang Beize went.
The temperature in Ningcheng is getting warmer little by little, but you still need to wear cotton clothes. The temperature is low at night and the wind blowing from the north is dry and cold.
There are many pedestrians on South Road, many young couples are shopping arm in arm, and there are also three or two sisters chatting and laughing in groups.
Jiang Beize was alone. He was wearing a brown jacket and a pair of black trousers, well-tailored and custom-made. The straight trouser legs made his legs straight.
Three young girls walked towards him, and one of them stopped him in surprise.
Jiang Beize raised his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what the other party was doing.
"Oh, the three of us were your high school classmates. You went to our high school, didn't you? Then you transferred to another school!"
"..." Jiang Beize nodded. Although he still didn't remember who these three girls were, he remained polite and graceful. He smiled and said "Long time no see."
Jiang Beize has been very popular in high school. He has clean skin like a girl, a delicate face, and delicate facial features like a mixed race. Several years have passed, and his appearance has not changed much.
The three girls were very happy and pulled him to take pictures. Jiang Beize stood in the middle and made a scissor hand gesture.
He pretended to have the purest smile, like a child who was ignorant of the world, but his heart was already riddled with holes. What was different from that time was that now he would no longer plot against anyone secretly and let innocent people suffer. implicated.
"you've changed."
After taking the photo, a girl looked at him and said.
Jiang Beize kept smiling, "Really? Are you taller or thinner?"
"No, you gave me the feeling that you were worried before, but now you give me the feeling that you are unhappy."
You are unhappy.
It turns out that his unhappiness is so obvious in the eyes of others.
Jiang Beize didn't explain anything.
After saying goodbye to these people, he walked to Song Nian's home. Song Nian's family lived on the first floor of the community and didn't have to climb the stairs, which was good.
But the moment he entered, Jiang Beize felt bad.
The floor is full of debris, piled up in a mess, including daily necessities and oil paintings.
Jiang Beize had a mysophobia. When he was in New York, his home had to be kept absolutely clean. There should be no wrinkles on his clothes, no stains on his shirts, especially no grease on the collar. He couldn't stand any of it.
"Ah... I'm sorry for making you laugh. I was packing my luggage and didn't have time to clean the room."
"fine."
It's not his home. He'll stay there for a while and then leave.
"What do you have for me?"
Jiang Beize stood at the entrance and did not step forward, but Song Yan pulled him in.
"You sit down first. I will give you a painting later. I spent all afternoon painting it today!"
"..." Jiang Beize didn't know where he could sit.
He didn't even have a place to stay among the miscellaneous items, but it was obvious that Song Mi was good at painting. There was a painting on the ground similar to Picasso's "Guernica", which was abstract in style but not messy.
"You're good at drawing."
Jiang Beize sincerely praised him.
Song Mi was pouring tea in the kitchen, with his back to Jiang Beize, "Thank you, I feel the same way!"
Then Jiang Beize was still looking for a place to stay, so he couldn't just sit on someone else's painting.
The sofa is also full of things, and all kinds of clothes are spread out on the sofa...
By the way, didn't she know he was coming over? How could a woman who was so casual and sloppy take care of her partner after getting married
The person in Song Nan Tomb is not good at taking care of himself. If the other person is like this too, what should they do if they live together
Before getting married, Jiang Beize was already worried about the future of Song Nan Tomb. After all, he wanted his brother Nan to be well.
He wants Brother Nan to be better than anyone else.
"Stab-"
Feeling that something had been scratched on his ankle, Jiang Beize looked down and saw that there was a large cut on his ankle, with blood seeping out.
It was scratched by a broken bottle.
The culprit was a broken long-necked bottle placed in the middle of the painting frame, which was painted. It was not that Jiang Beize didn't see the bottle, he initially thought it was a painting.
No normal person would put a broken bottle in a picture frame, right
Thinking of this, Song Yan had already come out of the kitchen, put the tea on the narrow coffee table, and shouted, "Why is your foot bleeding? Was it scratched by the bottle?"
"fine… "
"I'm sorry. I have a lot of sharp tools at home. I hurt you. I'll go get you a bandage."
Jiang Beize watched helplessly as Song Mi took out a medical kit from under the sofa, and then casually wrapped the bandage around his leg.
Jiang Beize finally believed in one thing:
Some people look glamorous on the outside, wearing clean clothes and exquisite makeup, but they cannot take care of themselves at home and have no self-control.
It's not that Song Yi is not good. At this moment, Jiang Beize really feels that Song Yi is not suitable for Song Nan Tomb.
"Well, can I tell you something?"
Jiang Beize opened his mouth, his voice was very sincere and his language was very kind:
"I don't think you and Song Nan Tomb are a good match. He is suitable for a family-type woman, because he prefers to wander outside. After returning home, it would be best if there is someone who can take good care of him."
Upon hearing this, Song Yan stood up directly, his face darkening a little.
"You mean, women should just stay at home and take care of men?"
"That's not what I meant. It can be seen that you are very casual. Even the furnishings in your home are very... casual."
For the time being, Jiang Beize could only think of this word to describe Song Mian's messy home, which was more polite.
"Song Nan Tomb won't like this."
"How do you know he won't like it? To tell you the truth, I called you here today to talk to you about the South Tomb. I thought I had told you clearly enough, but you still seem a little uncomfortable. Very understandable."
"What don't you understand?"
"I don't understand the difference between reality and ideals!"
Song Mian said every word.
"I've seen you pretending to be innocent a lot. No matter whether it's a man or a woman, it's annoying to look innocent. If you are really good for him, you should leave him decisively and go to Start over in a place he doesn’t know, so that he can’t find you and start a new life himself.”
"I haven't considered leaving him completely, because wherever I go, he will find me, unless he really lets go of me in his heart, then it doesn't matter where I go."
Jiang Beize was also patiently explaining to Song Mi.
He doesn't like to conflict with others and speaks to the point. After getting along with him for a long time, he knows what kind of person Song Nan Tomb is. Unless he doesn't like him, it doesn't matter if he finds him anywhere in the world. It's only a matter of time before he finds him.
Seeing Jiang Beize being so disrespectful, Song Yan became angry and pushed Jiang Beize directly.
"I don't understand what you think? I used to be so amiable to you, but if you don't do that, you have to force me to break up with you, right?"
“…”
"Yes, I have fallen in love with Song Nan Tomb. I want to marry him. You said I am casual and he likes to stay at home. Then after we get married, I will stay at home for him, right?!"
“…”
"If we really get together, I will give him as many children as he wants, including a football team!"
Every time Song Yan said a word, he would push Jiang Beize just like Taimei.
Jiang Beize chose to give in, until Song Mi's last words stung his ears, and he was accidentally pushed to the ground by her.
Condescendingly, Song Yan crossed his arms and stared at Jiang Beize.
"So can you? Say it? Say it!"
“…”
Jiang Beize couldn't say a word.
"Your mother is so pitiful. She worked so hard to conceive for ten months, but she gave birth to a fool like you!"
The sudden cool voice behind him brought back Song Mian's thoughts and Jiang Beize's thoughts.
The two of them looked at Song Nan's tomb at the entrance almost at the same time.
He was like a knight who came on the moon, with a cold look on his face and a mean and indifferent expression.
Song Yan looked at him, his eyes suddenly turned red.
She has been a delicate princess since she was a child. No one has ever said that about her, saying that she is... a fool!
"Song Nan Tomb, I order you to apologize to me immediately!"
"Did I say something wrong? I apologize to you."
Song Nan Tomb's expression hadn't been so bad for a long time. If Song Yan were a man, he could just slap her away now, why would he need to listen to her beeping here? !
"Get up."
Song Nan Tomb pulled Jiang Beize up from the ground. Jiang Beize hissed. Only then did Song Nan Tomb notice that his injured foot was bleeding from the gauze wrapped around it.
"how did you make it?"
"... It was scratched by the glass, nothing happened."
"Come up here and carry you."
Song Nantou knelt down in front of Jiang Beize, then regardless of whether he agreed or not, grabbed his arm and put it directly on his shoulders, then lifted him forward and let Jiang Beize lie on his back, getting up. Get out of body.
Song Nian, who was standing next to him, burst into tears, his pear blossoms covered with rain, "Song Nan Tomb, what you just said is really too much!"
It was the first time a man told her that she cried!
"Cry your sister and look at yourself in the mirror. You are ugly. Not all men are like you."
After saying that, he carried Jiang Beize and left.
The knight is here to protect the prince today.
For the sake of the prince, the knight fought with the princess.
Despite the princess crying and shouting hysterically, the knight simply left.
Jiang Beize wasn't very heavy. Carrying him like this made Song Nan Tomb feel that he had lost weight again in the past few days.
"If you don't stay at home well at night, what are you doing here?"
"...She said she had something for me."
"Oh, then she told you to commit suicide by jumping off the building, did you do it?"
Jiang Beize: "..."
Thinking of his cowardly look just now, Song Nan Tomb became furious.
"Don't you know how to retaliate when she scolds you? Are you being humiliated by her like this? Are you confused about whether it's steel or cement? It's solidified, right?"
In fact, Song Nan Tomb's scolding of Jiang Beize was considered mild.
If it had been anyone else, he would have yelled, "Is all this shit in your head?"
Jiang Beize: "Someone has said that a gentleman's appearance is that a man has the most grace and will not compete with women for his quick words."
"Who taught you this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Nan Tomb wanted to bite off his own tongue!
This kid must talk about his second brother!
Second brother, second brother, second brother, times 10,000.
Anyway, in Jiang Beize's eyes and heart, only his second brother is the right one! His second brother is the most perfect man!
"My brother Nan."
Song Nan Tomb was suddenly startled.
His mind turned eight hundred times, and with his words, it suddenly came back.
The same goes for my heart. The breath I had been holding for more than half a month was instantly dissipated because of these three words.
The corners of his mouth curved and he glanced sideways, "Your Brother Nan never taught you this!"
"Brother Nan is very talkative and has a bad temper, but he never hits a woman. This is also part of Brother Nan's demeanor."
If Jiang Beize tries to coax people, it will be fatal. Song Nan Tomb is very fond of his tricks.
The corners of his mouth were so high that they almost reached the sky, and he lifted Jiang Beize up, taking advantage of him and acting obediently, "Why didn't I know your Brother Nan was so good?"
Jiang Beize lay on the shoulder of Song Nan's tomb.
"Please don't be with this Song Yan, she is not suitable for you."
"Then who is suitable for me? Tell me."
He deliberately teased him, but Jiang Beize remained silent.
After a long while, he slowly said, "I haven't found the right one yet, but I will in the future."
Sure enough, this kid is cuter when he acts coquettishly.
Song Nan's tomb is blind and poor if he doesn't follow him, "I've only met that Song Yi twice. It was Song Yikai's grandson who arranged for me to go there. It was just to have a meal and nothing else. I haven't done anything in the past half month. looking for a job."
Jiang Beize knew that he had nothing to do with Song Mi, so he didn't answer the conversation.
Passing by a roasted sweet potato stall, Song Nan Tomb paused and took out money from his pocket to buy five roasted sweet potatoes.
"It's great to be an older brother, even carrying my younger brother on your back." The uncle selling roasted sweet potatoes joked.
Song Nan Tomb raised his head and said, "This kid is extremely weak and gets sick every three days."
Almost at the door of the house, Jiang Beize finally spoke: "Why don't you explain to the uncle who roasted sweet potatoes?"
"Explain what? Do you think it is necessary?"
Song Nan Tomb pressed the door code with one hand and held Jiang Beize's waist with one hand.
After entering the house, he put him on the sofa and put the baked sweet potatoes on the table. He went to get the medical kit and took one of Jiang Beize's legs and put it on his lap.
The bandage was already dirty, and Jiang Beize's skin was fair, so the bruises were obvious.
In the past, in New York, Jiang Beize would worry about a bruise for a long time if he accidentally got a bruise, because recovery was very slow.
Song Nan's eyebrows were tightened, and he held a cotton swab and disinfectant in his hand and applied it.
"It hurts a little, bear with it."
"..." Jiang Beize's tears fell down.
It’s not that I’m crying because of the pain, but it’s just that it’s difficult to separate! I can't bear it, it hurts.
We have become a piece of flesh on each other's hearts, and it is very painful to have the flesh on our hearts removed.
Song Nanmu, who didn't know what Jiang Beize was thinking, thought he had leg pain, so he bent his fingers and flicked his head.
"Does it hurt that much? Eat some baked sweet potatoes, something sweet to relieve the pain."
Jiang Beize shook his head, stopped crying, and pursed his lips.
No one spoke anymore.
After bandaging him seriously from beginning to end, Song Nan Tomb put the medical kit aside and sat next to Jiang Beize.
The time was quiet, with his hands crossed and the back of his head behind his back, he raised his head and stared at the ceiling.
After a while.
"I have thought about it. I will have a good talk with my brother tomorrow, tell him who I like, and ask him to stop matching me with others. You don't need to interfere in this matter, I will convince him."
"It's better not to say it..."
Jiang Beize opened his eyes. He turned his head and saw the vast expanse of night outside the window. It was darkness without a trace of light.
"It's not necessary, really."
"Are you trying to make me angry again?"
The fire in Song Nan's tomb was about to ignite into explosives.
"Your little temper is getting worse and worse. I haven't seen you like this in New York. It seems that the environment in Ningcheng is not good. If you continue to make trouble with me, I will kidnap you and send you to a deserted island tomorrow. Let's see if you still keep your mouth shut." ?”
Jiang Beize sighed secretly in his heart.
"It's not okay that I was wrong."
"What's wrong with you?"
"I don't know, Brother Nan, I'm tired, I want to sleep."
“…”
Song Nan’s tomb is a reliable one!
…
Early the next morning, Jiang Beize woke up and found no one at home.
The other side of the bed was empty, and Song Nan Tomb left him a note saying that he had gone to work.
As for what kind of job, he didn't say.
Jiang Beize read the note back and forth several times. It was a lie if he didn't feel distressed. Song Nanmu was a very independent person. He didn't like to rely on his brother, and he didn't want to be a soft-boiled man.
In terms of work, Jiang Beize does not have as much ambition and self-esteem as Song Nan Tomb.
Perhaps because he had had enough food and clothing since he was a child, he had never worried about financial problems. Even if he didn't work, his shares in Jiangnian Group would be enough for him to survive for a lifetime.
You know, today's Jiang Nian Group is as powerful as an empire. Even if it owns 1% of the company's shares, it will have an income of nearly 100 million by the end of the year.
But Jiang Nian is low-key, and the entire Jiang family is low-key. They don't show off or show off their wealth, and have always been restrained.
Jiang Beize felt less weak and his cold was much better. He got up from the bed, put on a hooded coat, and went to cook.
He was hungry. He had been mentally exhausted for more than half a month. Only now did he feel so hungry. He really wanted to live, so he had to eat well.
The doorbell rang suddenly...
Jiang Beize took off his apron and opened the door. The courier standing outside said he had a package for him and asked him to sign it.
Jiang Beize was puzzled, "I didn't buy anything."
"Ah... but the recipient wrote your phone number and address, Jiang Beize, right?"
"Well, I'm Jiang Beize."
Jiang Beize subconsciously looked at the package...
Then he was startled.
(End of chapter)