My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

It was already dark when the two brothers and sisters returned home. As soon as Song Zhiwei saw someone, she opened her mouth and called Aunt Yu for dinner. After Ning Nanjia scanned the living room, she didn't see Jiang Beiyu, so she went upstairs to find someone.

There was no light turned on in the bedroom, and with the dim light coming in from the window, Ning Nanjia could only vaguely see a thin figure sitting on the edge of the bed.

He turned on the small warm yellow lamp on the bedside table casually, leaned against the edge of the bed and sat down, and asked in a low voice, "How long have you been awake?"

The faint light caused Jiang Beiyu to droop his eyelashes slightly, "It didn't take long, more than half an hour."

Taking the water glass on the small table and handing it to him, Ning Nanjia asked, "Does the wound on your face still hurt?"

Jiang Beiyu took a sip of water slowly with his cup in his mouth, raised his eyes slightly, and suddenly noticed a dark red mark on Ning Nanjia's snow-white school uniform, which looked like blood. He frowned slightly, and stretched out his eyes. He pointed with his finger, "What is this? Blood?"

Ning Nanjia followed his words and lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw a few drops of blood on his clothes, probably rubbing them when he beat Song Weiming just now, "Well, I just went to No. [-] Middle School to look for Song Weiming."

Hearing the name "Song Weiming", Jiang Beiyu immediately guessed a bit, and his fingers holding the water glass tightened slightly, and he asked, "What did he say?"

"He said because his cousin said something you didn't like to hear, and then you pushed him down the stairs, he broke his leg, and you ended up putting money down the matter."

While repeating what Song Weiming said word for word, Ning Nanjia was also observing the emotional changes on Jiang Beiyu's face.

But from the beginning to the end, Jiang Beiyu was quiet, neither the slightest resentment of being wronged, nor the shame and anxiety of being exposed to a lie, silent, like a prisoner waiting for his sentence , as if no matter what the result was, he would accept it.

This silent and resigned attitude more or less made Ning Nanjia feel a little stuck in his heart, so he couldn't help but lower his voice and ask, "Ah Yu, is that so?"

Jiang Beiyu didn't answer directly, but looked up at him with eyes as calm as water, "If I say no, do you believe me?"

The damaged opening at the corner of the mouth was slightly scabbed, and the blue and purple bruises made Jiang Beiyu's otherwise intact skin paler and bloodless, but his eyes were so dark that they looked like an endless abyss, which made people feel helpless. Can't see through.

Ning Nanjia didn't hesitate for too long, "I believe it."

With a slight breath, Jiang Beiyu lowered his eyes, like a hedgehog that was originally tense and erected with spikes all over his body, slowly taking off all his defenses, and staring at Ning Nanjia on his knees hand, he said:

"No, I didn't push him. It was he who insulted me first, then stumbled and fell down the stairs."

Thinking of Song Weiming's "little bastard" who came here as soon as he opened his mouth, Ning Nanjia could more or less imagine how difficult it was for Jiang Beiyu in Lingchuan before, being blackmailed and insulted, and no one wanted to mention it again.

Raising his hand and gently touching the tip of Jiang Beiyu's hair, he said, "Stay in No. [-] Middle School from now on. As long as I'm here, no one will be able to bully you."

All kinds of thoughts were on his mind, but now was not the time, Jiang Beiyu looked at Ning Nanjia, and finally just nodded meekly and obediently, and slowly said hello.

After applying some medicine to the wound on Jiang Beiyu's face, Ning Nanjia carried him downstairs for dinner.

At the dinner table, Ning Weitong raised her head and looked at Jiang Beiyu curiously from time to time. She almost put her chopsticks into Ning Nanjia's bowl several times. Nan Jia put down the bowl unbearably, and asked her with a frown,

"Ning Weitong, what are you doing staring at others when you don't eat?"

A slight embarrassment flashed across his face, Ning Weitong cleared his throat, "How can I, don't talk nonsense."

"Nothing, you just stared at Jiang Beiyu."

"You talk nonsense, I just don't."

Seeing that the siblings were about to quarrel again, Song Zhiwei hurried out to smooth things over, "Xiao Yu's face looks a little serious, does it hurt? What did the doctor say?"

As soon as she changed the subject, Ning Nanjia and Ning Weitong lost their temper immediately.

Raising his eyes to meet Song Zhiwei's caring gaze, Jiang Beiyu replied meekly in a low and hoarse voice: "It doesn't hurt. The doctor said it will disappear in two or three weeks. It's all skin trauma."

"That's good. You can live here with peace of mind during this time. Grandma will make delicious food for you every day to nourish your body. You are too thin. Xiaojia was a tiger when she was your age. She fought with others every day. But he was the one who beat people to tears, but you still don’t want to learn from him, it’s not good to fight.”

Ning Nanjia's parents died early. Although Song Zhiwei and Ning Fuyuan were open-minded, there was a generation gap of decades, so sometimes they couldn't control Ning Nanjia. In the past two years, Ning Nanjia The fights were more ruthless, which made them worry every day. Fortunately, they have restrained a lot in the past two years.

Nodding obediently, Jiang Beiyu said, "Understood, grandma, I won't fight."

Seeing Jiang Beiyu so well-behaved, Song Zhiwei was very happy, and quickly brought all the dishes he liked to him, asking him to eat more.

During the whole process, Jiang Beiyu was very cooperative, letting him eat more, he was so obedient that no one could find a single fault.

After dinner, Ning Nanjia went upstairs to take a shower, Ning Fuyuan and Song Zhiwei went out for a walk, and Jiang Beiyu sat at the dining table, quietly eating the apple that Aunt Yu had peeled for him.

Ning Weitong took two cans of orange juice from the refrigerator, sat down next to him after shaking for two steps, put his hands on the table and asked him intentionally, "Hey, I heard you are Jiang Yi's younger brother, right?"

Jiang Beiyu gave an "um" and took a piece of paper to wipe his hands after eating the apple.

His fingers were beautiful, white and slender with clear bones, and looked weak and pale, even a girl would be ashamed of herself.

Ning Weitong's gaze stayed on his fingers for a few seconds, moved up slightly, and landed on his equally beautiful face.

Although her face was bruised and purple, she still felt that Jiang Beiyu was very beautiful. From the brow bone to the chin, there was no similarity with Jiang Yi, but two completely different looks.

When Ning Weitong was looking at him, Jiang Beiyu was also looking at her. Because they were twins, Ning Weitong's facial features were very similar to Ning Nanjia's, but her appearance was more bright and heroic, and she looked cheerful and lively. On the other hand, Ning Nanjia's eyebrows were delicate and gentle, just in appearance, the two looked more like siblings.

After looking at each other for a while, Ning Weitong said: "I think my brother likes you very much, so I will like you too, let's get to know each other again, my name is Ning Weitong, Tong Guan Youwei, the one who says she is beautiful Wei and Tong."

When she spoke, her eyes would be slightly bent, and she looked like she had a pair of smiling eyes, and the slightly drooping eye ends were highlighted very clearly, which was a bit like his eye shape.

Jiang Beiyu suddenly remembered the tender emotion in Ning Nanjia's eyes when he met Ning Nanjia for the first time when he stood in front of the hospital bed, probably because of his pair of eyes and Ning Weitong's. There are somewhat similar eyes.

Realizing this, Jiang Beiyu suddenly felt unhappy, lowered his eyes slightly, and slowly responded, "Well, nice to meet you."

After getting Jiang Beiyu's response, Ning Weitong was very happy. She opened a can of orange juice and put the straw in and handed it to him. She said, "I'm telling you, my brother looks fierce, but he's not fierce at all." , so you don't have to be afraid of him."

For so many years, Ning Weitong has been most worried about her brother's interpersonal relationship. Apart from Zou Zikang and Mouse who grew up with her, she has never seen Ning Nanjia have any other friends.

There are a lot of people who have feuds with the Chou family. If she is a heartthrob, then Ning Nanjia is the most hated. The children nearby will cry when they hear the word Ning Nanjia. Genes loved by everyone in the family.

Jiang Beiyu bit the straw and said "um", and asked about other things, "Did Brother Nan Jia say what kind of girl he likes?"

Regarding this question, Ning Weitong was actually very curious. After thinking about it for a while, she was not sure: "It should be like Pei Xin."

Although she is in the liberal arts class, she has also heard some rumors about Pei Xin and Ning Nanjia, and so far, Pei Xin should be regarded as the first girl to appear next to Ning Nanjia, so rounding up, Ning Nanjia likes it The type is like Pei Xin who didn't run away.

But thinking of Ning Nanjia's character, Ning Weitong felt that the two of them should be innocent now,

"My brother is sullen, so he probably won't take the initiative to chase after him if he likes it."

Jiang Beiyu didn't answer, but bit the straw and slowly drank a big mouthful of iced orange juice.

Ning Nanjia came down from the upstairs after taking a shower, and immediately saw Ning Weitong and Jiang Beiyu sitting together. The two were very close to each other, and they seemed to be talking happily, but the picture was rare and harmonious.

He smelled of shower gel, almost as soon as he approached, Jiang Beiyu raised his head, and then looked at him with a pair of bright and quiet eyes.

Ning Nanjia was touched by the eyes of his pet who seemed to be playing with his companion when he saw the owner, and couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the back of his head, and asked in a low voice, "Will you take a bath?"

Jiang Beiyu said, "Wash."

Before playing basketball, it was only his left arm and left leg that fell, but now he was injured in the fight and couldn't even move his right arm. Ning Nanjia didn't even need him to speak, and directly stripped him and carried him into the bathroom.

After helping Jiang Beiyu take a bath without distraction, Ning Nanjia took a towel to wipe his hair, and said while wiping, "You didn't write your homework today, and you still have a [-]-word review."

Jiang Beiyu raised his arm towards him, "But my hand is injured, so I can't write."

Jiang Beiyu couldn't finish writing when he had only one arm left, not to mention both arms are injured now. Although Ning Nanjia doesn't like helping others with homework, he can't bear to watch Jiang Beiyu get punished. , In desperation, he said: "Today I will help you write first, and tomorrow you explain the situation to the teacher and ask them to waive your homework."

Jiang Beiyu obediently said hello, wiped his hair with a towel, watched Ning Nanjia pull out the chair in front of the desk and sit down, and then pulled out a stack of manuscript paper to help him write the review.