My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

Zou Zikang was overwhelmed by his brain, his eyebrows were twisted into a big "Chuan" character, and he let out a heavy "hum" when he met Mouse's extremely gossiping and excited eyes, pointed at Ning Nanjia and said to him: "You Ask him yourself, you know what he did!"

The mouse looked puzzled. Although very curious, it didn't dare to ask Ning Nanjia in front of it. It could only elbow Zou Zikang's arm and wink at him, urging him in a low voice.

"Tell me, why are you so stingy, what did Brother Jia do? Who did he play with?"

"Don't ask, it means he has changed."

"What has changed, where has he changed?"

"The world is not straight, and he also degenerates."

......

Listening to the two elderly mentally retarded children talking bad things about him one by one, as if he was dead, Ning Nanjia turned around and stretched out a hand, interrupting them with a loud and crisp finger snapping. After talking about the topic, he looked at Zou Zikang, his eyes were slightly tainted with a hint of warning,

"It's almost done. I'll help to write a note. Who told me what I'm going to do, Kangzi, if my mind is too active, I'll go to the football field and run around twice, so as not to run the train with my mouth full."

Ning Nanjia is usually used to beating up directly when he is angry, and he doesn't give any tricks. He can say that, which means that he is not very angry. If he really pissed him off, even his own brother would not give face.

Zou Zikang knew his temper well, so even if he was holding back his anger, he didn't dare to say another word. At most, he just pulled out Jiang Beiyu, who was fascinated by Ning Nanjia, and scolded him twice more in his heart.

After Zou Zikang was gone, Ning Nanjia was clean for the whole morning. When he came home from school at noon, he took back the notes and homework from the three lessons in the morning, along with a copybook he bought on the way.

When he returned home, Jiang Beiyu was helping Song Zhiwei water the flowers in the yard. As soon as Ning Nanjia stepped into the threshold, he saw his thin and straight back standing busy by a row of flowers and trees in front of the wall.

With his back to Ning Nanjia, Jiang Beiyu held up the water jug ​​and poured water from the bottom in a dignified manner. The light-colored green plants set off the fair skin on his wrist, and the light-colored blue blood vessels on the back of his hand could be vaguely seen.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Jiang Beiyu straightened up, and before he had time to turn around, he heard Ning Nanjia's voice coming from behind,

"Why don't you stay in the house?"

"Grandma said to move more, or it will get moldy."

After watering the last plant, Jiang Beiyu put the kettle on the corner of the wall, turned to meet Ning Nanjia's clear eyes, and smiled, "Besides, I haven't watered any flowers before, so I'm curious."

Seeing that he raised his hand as if looking for a support point, Ning Nanjia passed his wrist over, and while letting him support him into the room, he said, "Have you ever grown flowers in your house? I'm also curious."

"There is no sunshine at home, and if you raise it, you won't live long." After blurting out these words, Jiang Beiyu quickly changed the subject, "How was the review in the morning? Does Director Zhang have any doubts?"

Ning Nanjia was still pondering over the first half of his sentence, but when he suddenly heard his question, he opened his mouth in response,

"He suspects a ball, he is just a force, seeing you with your hands useless and still arranging a self-criticism, it is very distracting at first glance, as soon as I hand it over to him, he just stuffed it in the drawer, probably in the end I even sold it to scrap collectors, if I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have written it so seriously.”

According to the mouse, there has always been a rumor in the Sixth Middle School that someone saw that Zhang Madgou once collected the self-criticism books written by students within half a year and sold them to scrap collectors for a total of [-] yuan. How many two hundred and five were sold, it can be seen that one can make a fortune by receiving the review letter.

Jiang Beiyu was amused by what he said, the corners of his mouth slightly raised to reveal half of his teeth, he pinched his wrist with his fingers, and said: "Brother Nanjia helped me write the review."

The wrist touched by Jiang Beiyu seemed to be soaked in his cool temperature. Ning Nanjia suddenly remembered that morning when Zou Zikang ran the train and said that he wanted to soak Jiang Beiyu. He avoided those cold fingers in a trace, and directly changed the topic regardless of whether it was blunt or not.

"I bought you a copybook, you should practice hard, and strive to write the words so that people can recognize them."

Sensing Ning Nanjia's evasive body language, Jiang Beiyu's eyes drooped slightly. Before he had time to think too much about this matter, his attention was attracted by the word "copybook", and his brows frowned slightly. with a distressed expression,

"Brother Nanjia, are you serious?"

"It couldn't be more true," Ning Nanjia said as he waved the plastic bag in his hand:

"I bought all the copybooks for you. If your hands are not good, you can take one page a day, and if you are good, you will have five pages. If you don't want to be a parasite, you have to work hard now, or you can go back and inherit the family business. I don't care what you learn. Not learn."

The temptation to be controlled was too great, Jiang Beiyu struggled for a while, but nodded obediently, "I'll write."

Ning Nanjia was very satisfied that he had not realized that he had not been corrupted by the bourgeoisie. After touching the back of his head with his hand, he helped him back to the house.

Song Zhiwei placed the bowls of stewed soup one by one. Ning Nanjia noticed that she had placed an extra bowl, and when she helped Jiang Beiyu to sit down, she asked, "Grandma, are we going to have guests today?"

"Yeah, Tongtong said that he brought a classmate back for dinner at noon, as if he wanted to discuss going to the farm for a barbecue this weekend."

When Song Zhiwei said that Ning Weitong was going to bring his classmates back for dinner, the first thing Ning Nanjia thought of was Jiang Yi, that dog. Not long after their words fell, Ning Weitong's cheerful voice came from the door,

"Grandma, we're back!"

Almost at the same time, Ning Nanjia walked out quickly, and when his murderous eyes touched the round-faced girl standing beside Ning Weitong, he froze suddenly, then turned his head and walked back immediately .

They were all born in the same mother's womb. Ning Nanjia knew what he wanted to do with just one look at Ning Weitong. She must have thought that she brought Jiang Yi back for dinner and came out to make a fuss. She was about to call her brother to laugh hard at him. , Wang Jieruo, who came back with her, hooked her arm and shook it, and said in a cheerful voice:

"Tongtong, your brother is too handsome. Really, I love his face. He is white, tall and aura."

"Really?" Ning Weitong shrugged, "I don't think so."

"Really, you don't think your brother looks very similar, who is that? Yes, Bai Yuantaka, and it's the Super A version of Bai Yuantaka."

Raising his hand and touching Wang Jieruo's forehead, Ning Weitong said "hehe" with a half-smile, "Sister, your estrus period is here, and the identification is complete."

Being teased, Wang Jieruo's cheeks turned slightly hot, and just as she was about to refute, Ning Weitong told her quietly, "My brother doesn't have a girlfriend yet, you work hard, it's your ability to take him down."

"Really?" Wang Jieruo was a little moved by what she said, and she didn't care whether she was shy or not, so she lowered her voice and made a deal with her, "Then I will ask him for WeChat later, and you can help me."

Ning Weitong reached out and gestured "ok" to her.

At the dinner table, Ning Weitong deliberately let Wang Jieruo sit in the empty seat next to Ning Nanjia, and then pulled Jiang Beiyu to her side. After completing this wave of operations, she turned her head and said to Song Zhiwei: "Grandma, Grandpa, this is me. Classmate, Wang Jieruo."

After she finished speaking, she introduced Wang Jieruo one by one, "Jieruo, this is my grandma, my grandfather, my elder brother, and my elder brother's classmate Jiang Beiyu."

Wang Jieruo first said sweetly to Song Zhiwei and Ning Fuyuan, "Grandpa and Grandma", and then turned to say hello to Ning Nanjia who was sitting next door, "Hello, brother."

Ning Nanjia answered "Hello" in a neutral manner. After noticing that the other party was wearing the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School, he paused for a moment and asked, "Are you familiar with Jiang Yi?"

"This," Wang Jieruo hurriedly shook her head after noticing Ning Weitong's desperate wink, "I'm not familiar with this, we're not familiar at all."

Ning Nanjia said "Oh" knowingly, "That means we are very familiar."

Wang Jieruo's expression froze slightly. Anyone who was a third middle school student would know the grievances and grievances between Ning Nanjia and Jiang Yi. She was hesitating whether to explain, when she heard Ning Nanjia say something expressionless again,

"It seems that they are really familiar."

Dare to lie to her just now?

Wang Jieruo, died.

The head didn't start well, and the rest of the meal was enigmatically silent. If Ning Nanjia got angry, Song Zhiwei would know how to smooth things over, but the child just buried her head in the meal, and no matter how Wang Jieruo raised the topic, she never said a word. , In the end, the little girl was too embarrassed to talk anymore, and the meal ended in such silence.

Because Aunt Yu was going to take her grandson to the hospital to see a doctor today, and there was no one to wash the dishes, so after lunch, Ning Nanjia took the initiative to help put the dishes in for washing.

Because I couldn't have a pleasant chat with Ning Nanjia just now, Wang Jieruo felt very distressed. Although she was holding a water glass to drink water, her eyes kept looking at Ning Nanjia's tall and straight back in the kitchen, and her mind was searching. How can I talk to Ning Nanjia again.

Suddenly, she felt that the sofa beside her was slightly sunken, and when she turned her head, she met a pair of long and narrow black eyes.

Although there were still bruises on Jiang Beiyu's face, his facial features were very delicate. Looking at him closely, he felt that his skin was fair and beautiful. Wang Jieruo froze for a moment, and before he could speak, Jiang Beiyu raised his eyebrows at her. A harmless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"Hello, can I trouble you to do me a favor?"

Ning Fuyuan and Song Zhiwei were talking to Ning Weitong, Wang Jieruo glanced slightly sideways, her eyes fell on the young man who once again looked like a harmless beauty, she asked:

"Okay, what do you want me to do for you?"

"My injury hurts a little, can you please pour me a cup of hot water, I want to take a painkiller."

"medicine?"

After being told by Jiang Beiyu, Wang Jieruo subconsciously looked up and down the wound on his body, and found that his exposed knee was covered with red medicine, and his arms and arms were all blue and purple, which was set off by his own too white skin , looking a little creepy, her breathing was slightly stagnant, she asked dryly,

"How did you get hurt so badly?"

The long and narrow black eyes were slightly raised, and Jiang Beiyu suddenly looked past her and looked behind her, frowning slightly, as if a little scared.

Wang Jieruo turned her head following his gaze, and immediately saw Ning Nanjia who was washing dishes in the kitchen. Almost instantly, she understood something, "He, did he hit him?"

[The author has something to say]: Ning Weitong: Every day I frantically explore the edge of the green sister-in-law.

Ning Nanjia: I don't know why, recently there are always rumors that I like domestic violence.