My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

Since Song Zhiwei had a major operation, her body has been worse than before. In the first two years, she was able to walk. In the last two years, her legs and knees became too rheumatic, so she changed to a wheelchair.

Sitting at the dining table and waiting for a long time, she didn't see anyone coming in. She looked anxiously at the door, "Why did Xiao Jiang go so long? Did something happen to Xiao Jia?"

Ning Fuyuan patted the back of her hand, and said soothingly, "It's okay, maybe the children haven't seen each other for a long time, they just stood outside the door and chatted for a while."

After the college entrance examination ended, Ning Nanjia moved to the dormitory. She never went home once in four years of university. After graduation, she was always busy with work. Until recently, she was transferred back to D City. When I came back, the meaning of avoidance was obvious.

Ning Fuyuan was more concerned about Song Zhiwei's attitude than worrying about whether something would happen to Ning Nanjia on the road.

"Tongtong said, Xiaojia will bring Xiaoyu back to have dinner together, Zhiwei, are you really mentally prepared to accept them?"

The anxious expression on her face froze suddenly. Song Zhiwei squeezed the blanket covering her knees. Before she could speak, she saw Ning Weitong and Jiang Yi walking in. After a while, Ning Nanjia also followed, followed behind her. Jiang Beiyu.

Whether it's Ning Nanjia or Jiang Beiyu, both of them have faded away from the youthfulness and innocence of their youth, especially Jiang Beiyu, who looks like a different person, taller and bigger, taller than Ning Nanjia and Jiang Yi.

Seeing Ning Nanjia holding Jiang Beiyu's wrist and sitting down, Song Zhiwei couldn't help frowning, as if she wanted to speak, but she held back in the end, and after the four of them sat down, she said:

"Get up your chopsticks, the dishes are getting cold."

Most of the dishes I cook today are Ning Nanjia’s favorites in the past. The taste is spicy and heavy. The only dish that is relatively light is green vegetables, but there are also minced garlic and a little pepper, which not only does not suit Jiang Beiyu’s appetite, but also does not suit Ning Nanjia. appetite.

Seeing Jiang Beiyu stretching out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of chopped pepper meat, Ning Nanjia couldn't help opening his mouth to stop him, "Don't eat it, let's put it away first."

As soon as he spoke, Ning Weitong remembered that he was preoccupied with persuading Song Zhiwei to treat Jiang Beiyu as equally as possible, and forgot to remind her that Ning Nanjia could no longer eat salty or spicy food.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Ning Nanjia get up and go to the kitchen to pour a bowl of water, and then put it in Jiang Beiyu's hand to let him remove the spicy food before eating, while calling Aunt Yu to bring out two lighter dishes.

Song Zhiwei looked at his actions and originally wanted to get angry, but when she saw Jiang Beiyu handing Ning Nanjia the sliced ​​meat that had been removed from the spicy flavor, she felt strange, so she heard Ning Weitong say:

"Grandma, my brother's stomach is not good, and he hasn't eaten spicy food for many years."

The expression froze for a moment, Song Zhiwei turned her head to look at Ning Nanjia, "I'm sorry Xiaojia, it's grandma who didn't think about it."

"fine."

While putting the green vegetables with minced garlic into the water to taste the spiciness, Ning Nanjia responded calmly:

"If you cook some dishes that Ah Yu likes, I will like them too."

Song Zhiwei pretended not to hear his words, and turned to ask about Jiang Yi's work arrangement and Ning Weitong's pregnancy plan.

The atmosphere was a little frozen, Ning Nanjia put down his chopsticks and was about to leave when Ning Fuyuan spoke,

"Xiaoyu, I heard from Tongtong that you just came back a few months ago, right?"

Gently tugging Ning Nanjia's wrist under the table to stop him from getting up, Jiang Beiyu replied nonchalantly: "Yes, Mr. Ning."

Hearing his address, Ning Fuyuan couldn't help laughing, "Why are you so famous? Even if you don't call me Grandpa to Xiao Jia, you should call Grandpa Ning."

Jiang Beiyu couldn't figure out what Ning Fuyuan meant, so he called out after deliberation, "Grandpa Ning."

"Well, has Xiaojia often stayed up late recently? I heard from Zhenghong earlier that he was always too desperate to care about his health, and he didn't pay attention to his diet. He had a lot of problems."

Mentioning this, Jiang Beiyu also felt the same way, "He does have a lot of problems, but now he has given up ice water, and he often drinks milk recently."

"That's good."

Ning Fuyuan was talking, when Aunt Yu brought the fried dishes, he said quickly, "Eat, these are lighter."

Jiang Beiyu nodded, and put the chopsticks on Ning Nanjia first.

After the whole meal, Jiang Beiyu didn't eat much. While watching Ning Nanjia eat, he also had to be distracted to chat with Ning Fuyuan, so after the meal, Ning Nanjia planned to leave with him first. Ning Fuyuan greeted him, Song Zhiwei stopped him,

"Xiaojia, I have something to tell you."

Ning Nanjia was hesitating, but Jiang Beiyu said first, "Go, I'll wait for you outside."

The night outside the window is getting darker, dark clouds cover the stars and the moon.

Following Song Zhiwei to the living room, Ning Nanjia looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows to look at Jiang Beiyu who was talking to Jiang Yi in the yard. The streetlights stretched his shadow long, making him look a little thin.

Just watching, Song Zhiwei said, "Xiaojia, how are you getting along with Dr. Lu recently? Grandma asked Dr. Lu before, and she is very satisfied with you. When will you take her... "

Before she finished speaking, Ning Nanjia gently interrupted her, "I have nothing to do with Dr. Lu, I just ask her for some questions, the person I like is Ah Yu, and I will spend the rest of my life with him. "

Unable to hold back the anger in her heart, Song Zhiwei showed an expression of anger and disappointment on her face,

"Ning Nanjia, are you trying to piss me off? How can you feel sorry for your dead parents? Do you really want me to die in front of you with your grandfather before you stop thinking about it?"

This is almost the most serious thing Song Zhiwei has ever said to him. Ning Nanjia thought that he would feel very uncomfortable, but it turned out that he was stabbed in the body. Wearily said,

"I didn't insist on it because I want to fight against you. In short, there is no need for us to talk about this issue. I will go first."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Song Zhiwei's reaction, he turned and left.

The blanket on her lap was pulled out of shape, Song Zhiwei was trembling with anger, and was about to call Ning Nanjia back, but Ning Fuyuan couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to stop her.

Pushing Song Zhiwei's wheelchair to the floor-to-ceiling windows, Ning Fuyuan supported her shoulder and sighed.

"Zhiwei, do you still remember when the old grandson was about to hit Yuanbao, what did you go up to persuade?"

Song Zhiwei didn't know why he said this, so she didn't answer with a sullen face.

"You said at the time that even if Yuan Bao made thousands of mistakes, he was still your grandson. If you beat him up badly, you will be the one who loves you in the end."

As he was talking, Ning Nanjia appeared outside the French window. The wind outside was a bit strong. Jiang Beiyu stretched out his hand to gather the collar of Ning Nanjia's coat. Later, he seemed to feel that he was not warm enough, so he took off the scarf around his neck. surrounded him.

Song Zhiwei obviously saw it too, her expression was a little stiff, and she was about to turn her head away, when Ning Fuyuan said:

"To be honest, Xiao Yu is a very good boy, with good character and good looks, and he treats Xiao Jia in every possible way. Except for his gender, there is nothing that he can't match Xiao Jia. Not too much."

Seeing Song Zhiwei's slightly moved expression, Ning Fuyuan bent down to smooth the blanket on her knees, and calmly advised:

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, Zhiwei, you can't guarantee that what you can choose for Xiaojia will make him happy for the rest of his life. After all, these two children don't owe us anything. They have wasted seven years for us. Everything is enough."

Song Zhiwei didn't speak, looking out the window at the figure of Ning Nanjia and Jiang Beiyu leaving together, she gradually fell into deep thought.

After handing over the medicinal materials and nutritional supplements in the trunk of the car to Jiang Yi, Jiang Beiyu bent down and sat in the driver's seat. As soon as he put on the seat belt, he saw Ning Nanjia leaning on the back of the chair and looking at the empty spot in front of him. In a trance, he didn't even fasten his seat belt.

Raising his hand and rubbing his head, Jiang Beiyu joked while reaching out to fasten his seat belt,

"Don't wear a seat belt in a car, brother police, it's not good to know the law and break the law, right?"

Gently pressing the center of her eyebrows with her long fingers, Ning Nanjia lowered her eyes and said guiltily, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have insisted that you come back with me."

Song Zhiwei's attitude was far tougher than he had imagined. Even Ning Fuyuan accepted it, but she still opposed it.

Rubbing Ning Nanjia's chin with his fingertips and hugging the back of his neck, Jiang Beiyu leaned forward to press against his forehead, and comforted him in a low voice,

"It's okay, your grandma cares about you too."

When he said that, Ning Nanjia felt even more guilty, "Aren't you full yet? Let's go eat something before going home."

"Don't worry, there is a place I want to see."

The night wind was like a shadow, and when the car stopped at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School, the school gate was already locked, and the dim street lamps were hanging down, and the light stretched the tree shadows very long.

Looking at the closed school gate and the drowsy guard in the guard booth at the gate, Jiang Beiyu asked Ning Nanjia softly,

"Brother Nanjia, you have a way to get in, right?"

Ning Nanjia: "..."

The white paint on the outer wall has been peeled off and replaced with red. Ning Nanjia thought about it carefully, and then stood still in front of a corner,

"It's here. Turn it over and it's a flat ground. Don't turn it over. There are potted plants on both sides. If you step on it, the guard will rush over and grab you."

Jiang Beiyu carefully wrote down his words, and watched Ning Nanjia climb up and step on the wall to reach out to him, he immediately passed his hand up, and jumped down according to his words after flipping up.

With a "bang", the flowerpot shattered, and the loud noise woke up the dozing uncle in the guard room.

"Who! Who is so bold to come to school to steal things!"

With a livid face, Jiang Beiyu stretched out his hand and dragged Ning Nanjia who was sitting on the wall dangling his legs with a smirk on his face, and dragged him to run towards the teaching building.