What about my brother?

Book Title: Where's the Good Brother?

Author: Thirty Wine

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"Brother, I like someone."

"Nonsense, is it possible that you will fall in love with a dog?"

"Why don't you say I'm in love early?"

"Han Yinuo, I thank you. You are so old that you have the nerve to talk about puppy love? Do you have a picture of that girl? Let me take a look."

"The person I like is not a woman."

"...Wait a minute, let me calm down."

"Brother, the person I've always liked is you."

"Oh, I know... wait a minute! What are you talking about?... Come on, Han Yinuo, come here, I promise I won't kill you!"

TAG: Pseudo-brothers, younger, a little slower

This article is also known as [My brother can't be so aggressive] [nobrother, nolife] [fake brother is about to fall in love] and so on.

Content tags: a soft spot for the next year

Search keywords: Protagonist: Yan Dongqi, Han Yinuo┃Supporting role: ┃Others: HE, 1V1

☆, first love

Yan Dongqi asked the bartender to bring him a bottle of beer, sat lazily outside the bar and drank it one sip at a time, and at the same time raised his hand to wipe away the condensed water vapor on the outside of the bottle.

He turned half his body and looked at the dance floor. He looked at the young men and women fumbling around under the dim light for a while, and felt quite bored. He got up and prepared to look at the bar's financial statement for this month.

As soon as he stood up, before he could move, a girl in front of him stopped him, Yan Dongqi didn't get annoyed, and looked him up and down.

Not to mention that it's autumn at the end of August, this girl is still wearing cool suspenders, and let's not mention the horrible makeup on her face, this girl's legs are quite beautiful, but her breasts are too small , Wearing a tight suspender has to be searched for most of the day.

The girl in suspenders glanced at him coquettishly, and raised her chin.Yan Dongqi was stunned for a moment, then slowly burst into a smile, his handsome facial features and a mouthful of beautiful teeth were extraordinarily dazzling under the ambiguous light of the bar.

The little girl standing in front of him obviously couldn't control herself, her chest heaved violently a few times, a blush appeared on her face at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she bit her lower lip by the way: "Handsome guy, alone, don't play with me ?"

Yan Dongqi looked at her eyelashes fluttering up and down that could fan out the cool breeze, withdrew her smile a little, raised her hand frivolously across her side face and said lightly: "If I can still recognize you after removing makeup, I will take you with you right away." You go to the room."

After saying this, regardless of the distorted expression of the girl in suspenders, Yan Dongqi walked sideways in a good mood, took two quick steps, passed through the crowd, and entered the door with the words "customers stop".

The heavy wooden door blocked most of the loud music. He let out a sigh of relief and walked slowly along the corridor. Before he could turn into the office, the phone in his pocket vibrated violently.

"Hello, who is it?" It was an unfamiliar number, Yan Dongqi frowned slightly and pressed the call button.

The voice from the phone pinned him in place, as if something had slammed down on his sky cap from above, making his eyes dazzled intermittently.

"Dongqi, is that you? I'm Han Jia." The female voice inside was strange yet familiar, with gentle tenderness.

Yan Dongqi paused on the spot for two seconds, then continued to walk towards the office with a calm voice: "Well, I heard it, long time no see."

When he walked to the door of the office, he stopped, with his hands on the handle, wondering whether he should go in, he guessed that his expression was either stiff as if he had been treated with Botox, or as if he had eaten three catties of lemons The distortion made it inappropriate for the people under his hands to see.

"Great, you haven't changed your number after all these years."

Yan Dongqi's hand slipped off the doorknob, leaned slightly sideways against the wall next to him, took a deep breath silently, and pulled out a rather ugly smile, really, I know it's been so many years.

"What, what's the matter?" His voice was still very calm, but in fact, his heart was already in a mess.

The girl was silent for a while, and then said again: "Well, I'm in the Second City Hospital, tomorrow, can you come and see me?"

The voice is full of cautiousness and tentative slight expectation.

Yan Dongqi closed his eyes, restrained himself from saying "I know which city's No. [-] Hospital you are in" and thought for a while before saying, "Okay."

There was a long silence after that, and he waited for a while before hanging up.

Han Jia is back.Or maybe she was there all the time but didn't want to let him know.

This perception is really uncomfortable.Yan Dongqi smiled. He couldn't tell whether it was self-deprecation or irony for a long time. He took out the cigarette case from his pocket and put a cigarette in his mouth. After searching all over his body and finding the lighter, he slowly folded it into a short paragraph.

He went back to the office and asked the manager on duty for the financial statements of the current month. While flipping through them, he felt that this matter was a bit irritating. The numbers on the paper were spinning around like tadpoles under his nose.

Yan Dongqi still didn't understand why Han Jia wanted to find her, was she out of money for medical treatment?No way, based on his understanding of Han Jia, even if he was about to die of illness, he would not ask him to help, what a proud girl.

Then this is about to ride a crane, so leave him some last words?Fuck, Yan Dongqi slapped himself in the heart, what a fucking crow's mouth.

Thinking how much he liked Han Jia back then, the vulgar way of saying it was as good as holding it in your hand for fear of falling and holding it in your mouth for fear of melting. In the stage of life in high school when the second-year illness and the third-year illness were flying together, he could be regarded as a All the softness was given to this girl.

After graduating from high school, the previous business has gradually improved, and it has reached the level of being able to lead the peers. Yan Dongqi feels that he is about to become a winner in life with Han Jia who will never be separated from each other forever. At that time, the girl disappeared from his life without saying a word.

For a while, Yan Dongqi was on the verge of giving up on himself and going to the psychiatrist to see if he had delusions, and fancied himself with a girl.

He just couldn't figure it out, how could an ordinary young man like himself have the aptitude and talent to be selected by this kind of Qiong Yao's bloody eight o'clock plot?

Then six or seven years later, she suddenly popped out again.This kind of feeling that you are about to completely forget about a person but he suddenly appears to show his presence is really aggrieved, and this person is your first love that you liked before, so it is even more painful.

On the way home, he was still wondering what the call meant.He is also quite contradictory in this situation now. If it is love and hate, it is really hard to say, it has been six or seven years, and the day lily is so cold that there is no love or hate.But if you say you don't feel anything at all, that's impossible, that's for sure aggrieved.

Yan Dongqi lowered the car window while stepping on the gas pedal, the autumn wind was very cool, and he felt refreshed after being blown almost to the point of a stroke.

When he parked in the parking lot, he considered whether to prescribe two sleeping pills for himself at the community medical station.The quality of sleep in the past two days has not been very good, and such a thing of wasting brain cells and exercising the cardiovascular system, it is estimated that he may not be able to sleep even if he counts all the big sheep tonight.

Yan Dongqi went all the way back home, took a shower and lay down on the bed before realizing that he forgot to buy sleeping pills, rummaged through the box to find half a board of cold capsules, and pressed out two cold capsules after seeing that they hadn't expired and had a sleep-promoting effect. swallowed.

It was a bit late when he got up, because the cold medicine last night took effect too slowly, he tossed and tumbled until after two o'clock before falling asleep in a daze.When I was washing up, I looked in the mirror and felt as pale as a ghost that had been dead for more than 200 years.

It was almost eleven o'clock when we arrived at the Second Hospital, Yan Dongqi pondered for a while, it was almost time for lunch, should we invite Han Jia out of the hospital to have lunch by the way.

When he found out Han Jia's ward number from the nurse, Yan Dongqi's complex emotions of anticipation, excitement, anxiety and resentment suddenly became very unpleasant.

Han Jia's ward is the intensive care unit.

When he knocked on the door, he clearly felt his hands trembling uncontrollably.

The one who opened the door was a young man, about his height, wearing a well-washed white shirt, but it unexpectedly matched his wide shoulders and narrow waist very well.The boy was quite good-looking, with a man's stability and composure that didn't match his age.

Yan Dongqi sized him up for a while, and then quickly realized the identity of this person, Han Jia's younger brother, he didn't quite remember what his name was Han.

When Yan Dongqi and Han Jia were together, they met twice. At that time, the child was only six years old.Yan Dongqi suddenly felt old.

When the boy saw him, his eyes widened slightly for a moment, then he silently turned sideways to let the door out.

"I... came to see your sister." Yan Dongqi reckoned that the boy should still remember him, so he shook the fruit basket in his hand, and said out of politeness, "I am Yan Dongqi."

The boy nodded, took the things in his hand, turned his head to look into the ward, and Yan Dongqi followed suit.

When he saw Han Jia lying quietly and smiling on the hospital bed, he suddenly felt his nose sore.

In Yan Dongqi's memory, Han Jia in high school always wore a well-washed school uniform, and her long and straight black hair was sometimes tied low and tied in a bunch, and sometimes it was draped behind her back, like black satin.

Yan Dongqi likes to fiddle with her hair when he has nothing to do, Zhou Hai always laughs at him like a pervert.

She has no parents, and she also brought a younger brother who is a oil bottle. The life of the siblings is very difficult, but she never complains about life, and never asks him to do anything.No matter what happens, there will always be a bright smile on his face.

Back then, he was fascinated by this smile.

Yan Dongqi used to think that her kind of pride was too distressing, and thought over and over every day how he could treat her better.

Yan Dongqi looked at Han Jia's thin and pale face half lying on the hospital bed, and almost choked him to death with the phrase "Long time no see" stuck in his throat.

Han Jia was obviously very happy to see him coming, and there was a light in his eyes that Yan Dongqi felt very familiar with.

He has seen this look many times. In the past, when he sent her roasted sweet potatoes on a cold winter night, when he picked out a few small hairpins and handed them to him, when he leaned over when kissing her.

That bright stare.

Everyone always has a cinnabar mole between the eyebrows and a white moonlight in the bottom of my heart. Seeing that person is like seeing a fleeting time that I can't go back.

Yan Dongqi felt that Han Jia was such an existence to him, and his white moonlight cinnabar mole was opposite him, haggard and fragile, and he couldn't say a word.

"You're handsome again." The two looked at each other in silence for a long time, and then the girl opposite broke the silence.

Yan Dongqi smiled and said nothing, he really didn't know what to say at this time to make it seem smooth.

Han Jia didn't seem to intend to listen to his answer, and tried to sit up with a slight change of position. The boy standing aside immediately put down the fruit basket, and walked over to straighten the pillow behind her.

"Come and sit." Han Jia smiled and patted the seat beside the bed.

Yan Dongqi looked at her for two seconds, then walked over and sat down where she took the picture.

"You..." As soon as the voice came out hoarse, he cleared his throat and said again, "You are, what's going on?"

Han Jia lowered his eyes and rubbed his fingers together: "I know you really blamed me for leaving without saying anything..."

"It's okay," Yan Dongqi interrupted her, he really didn't want to hear her go through the history again, "It was sad at first, but then it was just like that."

"Well... I had a physical examination for the college entrance examination, and it was found out... there is something wrong with my body." Han Jia looked at him, his eyes were full of tenderness and apology, Yan Dongqi looked at him twice and felt that he couldn't bear it, so he turned his head to one side and stared at the bed foot.

"Hemophilia. It's not easy to survive until now, but that's it. I'll be moved out of the ICU tomorrow." Han Jia's voice was calm, as if telling him that I ate a bowl of fried rice with soy sauce yesterday. of.

"Wait a minute," Yan Dongqi's bad premonition magnified instantly, and his eyes were darkened, "What do you mean by that?"

"What does that mean? It's just that it can't be cured. The blood is clotted in the abdominal cavity." Han Jia shrugged and smiled gently, "I'm talking to you right now. Jump up and bite you."

Yan Dongqi stared at Han Jia's face for half a minute, trying to see the slightest sign of a joke from her face, but failed.

"Fuck." He felt a little like crying when he whispered the word.

This kind of Qiong Yao's drama that will be completed after a while is full of golden flowers in front of his eyes.

Yan Dongqi stood up, turned around the room twice, stood still for a while, turned around twice before raising his head, pointing to the boy who was standing silently beside the bed: "You... go out, I I have something to say to your sister."

The boy didn't move, but turned his head to look at his sister lying on the bed.Han Jia smiled: "Nonuo, you go out first."

When there was a slight knocking sound from the door of the ward, Yan Dongqi moved violently as if someone had suddenly released his acupuncture point.He looked down at Han Jia with a blank expression, his lips moved but there was no sound.

"I'm sorry." Han Jia smiled, her eyes were a little red.

"You have to say I'm sorry," Yan Dongqi also forced a smile, "Back then, you disappeared without saying anything, and now you come back and tell me that you are dying. What are you thinking? I said you can't let me go ?

The author has something to say: Chun Ai's debut novel "Where's the Promised Brother?"

☆、Han Yinuo

"I..." Han Jia bit her lips, and after a long silence, she opened her mouth, her weak breath sounded very uncomfortable, "I'm sorry."

Yan Dongqi didn't speak, and let out a long breath with his eyes closed.

"I actually don't want to bother you anymore, really, but I really can't help it." Han Jia lowered his head, "You can also see that I am like this, life and death are just a matter of these few days, but...but I Brother is only 16 years old, I really can't let him go..."

Yan Dongqi was stunned for a moment, and then he sneered, "I understand the meaning of your great summoning technique. After so many years, you suddenly found me, and you just want me to help you take care of it." Is it your brother?"

He felt that Han Jia still had the same personality after all these years, he was too good at hitting straight balls, and he was caught off guard by the directness, and he couldn't tell whether he was more surprised or annoyed at the moment.

"Han Jia, do you have any fucking heart? I'll ask you, if you didn't have such a younger brother, wouldn't you let me know if you died and turned into a handful of ashes!" Yan Dongqi's smile disappeared. , the voice was full of uncontrollable tremors.

"Yes!" Han Jia's voice raised a little, sounding a bit harsh, "You can scold me or beat me now, even if I kneel down and kowtow to you three hundred times, I will do it, as long as you promise me to help me Just take care of Nuonuo for two years, and when he becomes an adult, you can sell him directly."

Yan Dongqi didn't make a sound.

"I beg you, for the past two years, I have borrowed all the money I could for medical treatment. No one from my relatives or friends wants to associate with us anymore. Nuonuo dropped out of school a year ago in order to take care of me. Let's start..." Han Jia's voice started to drop, trembling slightly, "I'm sorry for him, he's still a child...he was only ten years old when I got sick, and I haven't seen him smile much these years, junior high school I didn't go to high school after graduation...I'm sorry for him...I'm sorry for him..."

Yan Dongqi interrupted Han Jia's babbled repetition, gritted his teeth and asked a sentence that he was about to hurt internally: "Han Jia, let me ask you, why didn't you come to me when you were sick? Am I so unreliable in your heart? ? Or do you think that I will abandon you because of this disease? My mother... I could not give up my mother's life for your sake..."

When he said the last two sentences, his voice was a little choked up, Yan Dongqi felt it was too embarrassing, so he closed his mouth and didn't finish the sentence.

Listening to Yan Dongqi's questioning, Han Jia stared straight at the deep black eyes of the man with reddish eye sockets, and said "Only you can't do it", then suddenly shouted at him hoarsely: "Only you can't do it!" !"

Yan Dongqi looked at the big tears welling up in her eyes, and felt exhausted for a moment.

"I can bow my head to anyone, give up my dignity to anyone for money, for life, only you can't! I want to keep my dignity and vanity in front of you, because I like you, and I want you to be like I like you Like me instead of sympathizing with me and pity me, do you understand! Is this wrong, is there anything wrong!"

After Han Jia shouted the call, she suddenly curled up, rolled into a ball on the bed, and covered her head with the quilt.

Yan Dongqi stood by the bed, looked at the bulging quilt on the hospital bed, and sighed deeply.

He just stood there for a long time, listening to the muffled sobs coming from under the quilt, his mind was full of miscellaneous thoughts about the past that he always wanted to forget but always self-torturously remembered clearly in the past six years.

He felt that he would never be able to love others like Han Jia in his life, but this girl he liked the most was about to die.

Yan Dongqi thought, it would be better to let himself die.

Then he sat down slowly, patted the quilt, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad. I will take care of your brother, just like my own brother, okay, don't cry."

Han Jia turned her body stubbornly, trying to take Yan Dongqi's hand away from her body. Yan Dongqi sighed, and wrapped her body around her again, and then lifted the quilt covering her head. down.

Han Jia's eyes and nose were red from crying, she sat up again and sobbed, and said vaguely: "Do you know, many times, many times, I want to call you, but I don't want to mess with you Trouble. I'm just a loser, my mother died, my father also ran away, and my brother was dragged down by me and couldn't go to school. I can't delay you any longer..."

"I know." Yan Dongqi forced a smile, and raised his hand to stroke her short, dull hair, just like before.

Han Jia's eyes quickly filled with tears, and then she threw herself into his arms and hugged his neck, crying loudly.

Yan Dongqi hugged her body with only a handful of bones left, and the tears that had been suffocated all morning finally opened the gate, hitting the back of his hand, the pain was severe.

It has been a long time since Han Jia was comforted and fell asleep.Her internal organs were in severe pain, and she couldn't sleep peacefully at all.Yan Dongqi called the nurse to prescribe a dose of pethidine to help.

When he walked out of the ICU, he felt that he had no strength in his body.

"...my sister, did she ask you to take care of me after she died?" A boy's voice came from beside him, Yan Dongqi moved over with his last bit of strength and sat on the chair beside him.

"Well, you probably have to be in my charge from now on." Yan Dongqi forced a smile, and couldn't tell what it was like when he said this.

The boy lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, so he spoke softly, with a stubborn voice: "Don't worry, my sister...she always feels sorry for me, and now she really...can't get better, so she wants to ask someone to take care of me... ..."

"My sister and I have no parents for a long time, and relatives and friends have also cut off contact, so she can only look for you, but you don't have to worry about this, just promise her with your mouth, and when she... is gone, I will I'll leave without bothering you."

Yan Dongqi leaned back on the back of the chair, stared up at the white ceiling of the hospital, and raised the corners of his lips with some difficulty: "What are you thinking about, you, a teenage brat, is quite thoughtful. If I don't want to take care of you Just reject her directly, then pat her butt and leave."

"Besides, if it didn't happen... Maybe you would call me brother-in-law now." He looked sideways at the boy and smiled faintly.

The boy also turned his head to look at him, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't see any emotion: "Why?"

Yan Dongqi reacted for a while before realizing that he was asking why he agreed to take care of him, so he smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "Who knows, probably because I liked your sister too much before, Ai Wu and Wu Bai."

"I thought……"

"Think I'm pitying you?" Yan Dongqi interrupted him, and sneered, "As expected of two brothers and sisters, they have the same brain circuit. Am I going to cause myself a lot of trouble just because I pity you and sympathize with you? And What's so pitiful about you, and you don't have any missing arms or broken legs. It doesn't matter if your sister is so sentimental, you a young man can follow suit, and besides, you said that I even forgot your name, and then I can be very sympathetic You raised you as a younger brother, do you look like Hua'er or what?"

The boy's gloomy face before was obviously much better, he pursed his lips and watched him not speak again.Yan Dongqi felt that such a long conversation was still useful, so he stood up in satisfaction: "Come on, let's think about it yourself, I'll go back first, and come back tomorrow."

After speaking, he turned around and planned to leave.

"Han Yinuo." The boy's deep but clear voice came, with the clarity of a boy.

Yan Dongqi turned around and looked at the boy sitting on the bench in the corridor, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "The name is quite artistic, not bad." Then he turned and left.

It was a sunny day when Han Jia left, and it was the same when he was buried.

The autumn tiger came quite ferociously, and the sun poured down like a summer.

Yan Dongqi stood behind Han Yinuo, smoking a cigarette silently, squinting at the words engraved on the tombstone, feeling as if his eyes were going to be blinded by the sun.

He originally thought that according to Han Jia and Qiong Yao's story that he and he had performed perfectly over the years, on the day of the end, even if it wasn't a torrential rain, Hao Lai would be a cloudy day where people could not breathe.

Then he can logically hold the tombstone and cry aloud, complaining and repenting at the same time, drawing an end to this relationship that lasted for seven or eight years, which is not a bad relationship but definitely not a good relationship, just like a TV series.

Anyway, the two of them have always been like an eight o'clock shift, and they don't care about the bloody mess in the end.

It seems that the gods can't bear to see them splashing so much blood, and a sunny day has come to let him calm down for a while.

"Originally these two pieces of land," the boy standing in front of him suddenly said, pointing to the two tombstones in front of him, "my father and mother bought them for them, but now they are used by mother and daughter. I don't know where that man was buried."

After finishing speaking, he sneered slightly.

"Yinuo," Yan Dongqi looked at Han Yinuo's back, hesitated a little and said, "If you are sad, don't hold back."

From Han Jia's death to now, Han Yinuo didn't shed a single tear, the most he was in a daze, the other times were as normal as what he had seen before.This is so abnormal.

"Brother," after a while, Han Yinuo called him so smoothly, the boy's voice was a little hoarse, "Am I particularly unconscionable? There was a sense of relief.”

He turned his head to look at Yan Dongqi, he didn't cry, but he gave Yan Dongqi an illusion that was more sad than crying.

Yan Dongqi looked at him, sighed deeply, stepped forward to put his hands on his shoulders, and squeezed them lightly.

Following his movements, Han Yinuo leaned over, wrapped his arms around his waist, and put his head on his shoulder.

Yan Dongqi didn't expect Han Yinuo to come like this, he is very afraid of heat, if anyone dares to pretend to be brothers in summer so as to slap him on the back, he will immediately turn his face.

Han Yinuo was as tall as him, and the nearly 1.8-meter-old young man rushed over like this. The heat wave on his body could throw him two miles away, but Yan Dongqi endured it silently, and patted him on the back lightly twice with his backhand. Down.

Han Yinuo was quite human, he let go of his arms after hugging him for a while, then looked at him and licked his lips in embarrassment: "Brother, isn't it hot?"

Yan Dongqi pressed the sweat from the tip of his nose, and smiled: "It's not hot at all, I'm covered in cold sweat from the cold."

The smile of the boy in front of him stretched a little.

"Going home? I miss your sister in the future and I will accompany you to see her." Yan Dongqi said.

Han Yinuo looked back at the brand new tombstone, then at his mother's monument next to him, nodded and said yes.

The two returned to the small house that the siblings rented before.This area is full of tube buildings that are about to be demolished. I don’t know what has been pasted on the wall for many years. It is black and smeared. It is bright and sunny outside, but it is always dark here, as if it belongs to this city. Hidden in the fresh An ugly scar in a well-known corner.

Yan Dongqi followed Han Yinuo, climbed the stairs to the top floor, and entered a small dusty attic. Han Yinuo went in to pack some things to bring, Yan Dongqi stood at the door and looked at it for a while. The thing about the door, I couldn't help shouting into the room in amazement: "You are also called a door. When I opened three doors in one minute in high school, it would be regarded as my abnormal performance."

As a result, the boy in the house didn't reply, Yan Dongqi took another look and then walked in, saying as he walked, "You grew up like this in this environment, did anyone say that you are..."

The second half of the sentence was not uttered, and disappeared into the air.

The boy was still wearing an old but clean, slightly wrinkled white shirt, which looked awkward in the dim room.

There was only one room inside, and there was a small bed of [-] cm. The quilt on it was very thin, and the quilt was washed white.The ceiling is sloping, you can't even stand up straight when you walk inside, and all the light comes from a small window on the side.There was almost nothing in the room, and such a small room looked empty.

Yan Dongqi felt a little uncomfortable, it was hard for him to imagine how the life of the siblings was maintained.

Han Yinuo stood in front of the only cabinet next to the bed that could be called furniture, staring blankly at the things in his hands.

"What's wrong?" Yan Dongqi's intuition was wrong, he walked to his side in two steps, and looked into his hands following his gaze.

A small, pink hair bow with two rhinestones dropped out.

Han Yinuo's hands began to tremble, and then big tears hit the hairpin.

Like a hairpin crying.

The author has something to say: My sister is gone, and the plot of Gongshou has officially begun.

☆、A flower in Tongzilou

The boy squatted down slowly, buried his face in the crook of his arms, and let out a low and painful roar.

Yan Dongqi looked at him for a while, but didn't say anything to comfort him, turned around and walked to the only window in the house, pushed the window open, and the wooden window frames rubbed each other sharply.

Yan Dongqi frowned, turned around, walked to the bed and sat down, looking at Han Yinuo quietly.

Perhaps because of the top floor, the room was so stuffy that opening the windows didn't help.A few rays of sunlight came in, Yan Dongqi was sitting at a position where he could see the dust dancing in circles under the sunlight.

The boy was still crying, but his voice became softer and turned into a deep sob.

like a wounded beast.

The sun, the attic, the boy in the white shirt is crying.

Quiet and sad.

Yan Dongqi looked at this quite artistic scene, and felt very uncomfortable. An inexplicable feeling gradually spread to his whole body with Han Yinuo's crying, which made him unable to cheer up.

I don't know how long it took, the low sobbing also disappeared, Yan Dongqi looked sideways, and saw Han Yinuo slowly raised his head, wiped his eyes with his shirt sleeve, then opened his hand, and looked at the hairy girl again. folder.

"Are you feeling better?" Yan Dongqi spoke now, with a calm voice.

The boy squatted on the spot, nodded silently, then prepared to stand up, and just stood up for a while before squatting back down.

Yan Dongqi looked funny, stretched out his hand to take his arm and dragged him to the side of the bed to sit down: "I guess your feet are also numb, you are sitting and want to take something home, I will pack it up."

He reached out and took the hairpin from Han Yinuo's hand, and put it into the wash pocket that he was going to take away.

Han Yinuo sat on the corner of the bed, his legs felt sore and numb.He looked up at the man tidying up in the room, his handsome profile with distinct features flashed in the sunlight from the window from time to time.

Yan Dongqi wore a dark purple short-sleeved shirt today, with the hem tucked into washed blue jeans, which complemented his fair complexion, slender waist and long legs, Han Yinuo thought it looked good.

With a thought in his mind, he asked, "Did you say what I am?"

"Ah?" Yan Dongqi was frowning and looking at a box of old books pulled out from under the bed, "Otherwise, don't take this book with you, most of the box is filled with junior high school textbooks, and there are too many extras, and the bookshelves at home are full of books. This looks much better... What did you just say you are?"

"Okay, then I won't take it, and I won't read it anyway. I just said," Han Yinuo repeated slowly, "didn't you say half a sentence just now, saying that I look like this here? People say about me...what do they say about me?"

Yan Dongqi pushed the bookcase back under the bed, patted the ashes on his hands, and walked around the room again: "Well, I just wanted to ask, did anyone call you Tongzilou Yizhihua, in this messy place? It’s not easy for a place to grow so well, it’s not easy to get out of the mud, you.”

Han Yinuo was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slowly.

Yan Dongqi came over and gently scratched his hair: "It's okay, you can laugh, young people's spiritual healing ability is good, let's go, you have nothing to take in this small room, go back, go back, it's too hot."

Han Yinuo raised his hand and shook Yan Dongqi's hand resting on top of his head, and smiled lightly, not too obvious: "Yeah."

It was almost lunch time when I got home, Yan Dongqi opened the door and said: "I live here alone, I asked Haizi to carry a bed for you two days ago, and I also have a wardrobe, which is placed in the study, from now on it will be you house."

He dug out two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet, handed Han Yinuo a pair, turned around and poured a glass of water for a while, then poured another glass and brought it over: "Drink some water. Do you still remember Haizi, Zhou?" Hai, when I went to your house to wait for your sister, I always stood beside me

A white and fat meat ball. "

Han Yinuo nodded, took the cup in his hand, looked around curiously like a child, and finally came to a pertinent conclusion: "It's really messy."

Yan Dongqi was happy: "Damn, aren't you talking nonsense, do you think I can take care of cleaning the house these days?"

"Aren't you going in to see your room?" Yan Dongqi patted him on the back and led him into the study.

The study room is quite big, with good lighting. Yan Dongqi installed a combined bookshelf here before, and brought a large desk with a computer on it.Although he doesn't like to study, he likes to read miscellaneous books, and the books on the bookshelf are also scattered.

Yan Dongqi lives alone and doesn't have many things to store. The study room is always empty, and he just occasionally reads a book in the afternoon sun and pretends to be aggressive. Putting the bed and wardrobe in now, it doesn't look like it used to It seemed empty.

There was a mattress on the bed, and the newly bought quilts and sheets were placed on the mattress without even taking off the packaging bags. Yan Dongqi was so annoyed: "Hey, this fat man, making the quilts will break his hands." What's the matter?"

He went out of the living room and took the clothes that Han Yinuo brought back from the Tongzilou back to the room, and glanced at the watch on the wall of the living room by the way, then stuffed the clothes and extra mattress sheets into the cabinet, and said to Han Yinuo sideways: "Make the bed quickly. After making the bed, let's go out to eat. Your brother Hai cried and begged me, saying that he wanted to see you and remember his youth."

Zhou Hai decided to eat at a rather remote Cantonese restaurant, the dishes are good and the price is even better.Yan Dongqi and Han Yinuo arrived at the private room, and before they entered, they heard bursts of charming laughter coming from inside.

Yan Dongqi let out a "tsk", frowned and pushed the door in. As expected, he saw that fat man making fun of the two waitress girls.

It was already hot,