Schrodinger love

Wen Sui suppressed his crazy heartbeat, grabbed the shirt on his back, and tightened his fingers: "It hurts, doesn't it?"

"Fortunately, I didn't use much force." Jiang An comforted him softly, and let go of the hand that was clasping the back of his head.

The fire in his heart couldn't go away, Wen Sui pursed his lips and turned around, striding towards Cun Tou who was thrown to the ground.Bending slightly, grabbed his collar and grabbed him from the ground, dragging and throwing him in front of Jiang An.

When he spoke again, his voice was cold: "Apologize to my brother."

Cun Tou raised his eyelids to look at him, probably because of the light behind his back, he couldn't see his expression clearly, and felt a little frightened for no reason.

But he didn't really want to do what he wanted, so he quibbled: "I just threw it away, who knows he just stood there. I just got punched by your teammate, and I haven't settled with you yet, how about you? Who is apologizing to whom?"

While speaking, he raised his hand and wanted to slap him with fierce force.

Wen Sui turned his head to avoid it, too lazy to talk, raised his leg and kicked his knee, forcing him to half-kneel on the ground.

He closed his eyelids, and when he looked at people, his pupils were dark: "I will say it one last time, I apologize."

Jian Ying rushed over and kicked him directly, making him kneel down with the other leg, touching the ground, and kneeling in front of Jiang An in a rather humiliating posture.

The back was pressed by Wen Sui's palm, and he had no choice but to say: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't hit you with the ball."

"Speak louder, I can't hear you." Wen Sui pressed his fingers down a little more, and there was a crisp click.

Cun Tou was forced to raise his voice, his face full of reluctance: "I'm sorry, is it okay?"

"Take your teammates and get out, don't let me see you again." Wen Sui lifted him up from the ground, threw him aside, turned around, picked up his coat, and strode out of the court.

Several teammates followed him, and Wang Qiyue complained angrily: "Two kicks are considered light, what kind of garbage, Wen Sui's father did a good job."

Jiang An raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at him sideways: "Inexplicably, there is another son."

The anger on Wen Sui's face still persisted, and he looked at his back worriedly: "I'm going to buy you medicine, it must be swollen."

"But Jiang Shen reacted really fast just now, I didn't notice the ball, did he have eyes in the back of his head?" Wang Qiyue was curious.

Jiang An said lightly, "Do you know that there is a thing called Yu Guang?"

Several people listened to the music and laughed together.After parting ways outside the court, Wen Suiguai went to the pharmacy to buy some medicine, and then slowly returned to the dormitory with Jiang An.

When he took off his clothes, he saw a small bruise on the spine near his neck, probably from the impact just now.

He squeezed some ointment, and applied it lightly, probably because his fingers were a little cold, and the muscles in Jiang An's back trembled.

"Don't move around, be careful not to hurt you."

"You move too lightly, it's itchy."

Wen Suixin said that if the focus is more important, wouldn't it make the situation worse, he slowly wiped around the red and swollen area twice, feeling that his fingertips started to burn for no reason.

I was so mad just now that I didn't have time to think too much, but now that I think about that hug, I still feel my heart beating faster.

He seemed... at some point, he really fell in love with his brother.

At that moment, an idea came up that it would be nice to have such a boyfriend.

Thinking wildly, he accidentally poked his finger on the back, and Jiang An snorted, "You murdered?"

"Sorry, I didn't notice." Wen Sui lowered his eyes, watching him slowly put on the clothes hanging on his shoulders. During the movement, the muscles tightened and stretched, and there seemed to be a kind of vigorous hormone.

He looked away hastily, and reminded: "Don't take a bath today, just wipe it with a towel."

Jiang An nodded, finished buttoning his buttons slowly and turned around, staring at his flushed cheeks thoughtfully.

"What are you looking at, I'm going to order food." Wen Sui raised his hand and rubbed the back of his hand on his cheeks a few times, taking out his phone to hide his panic.

It's just a medicine, so shy, Jiang An felt funny: "You are so fierce in front of others, why do you look like a little rabbit when you come to me."

Wen Sui gave him a distracted look, pretending to be fierce in his tone: "Besides, I'm a rabbit and I won't give you dinner tonight."

Having said that, I still couldn't bear it in the end, and the takeaway orders were all light soup, for fear of wronging his brother.

He still slept in separate beds at night, but it was already one or two o'clock in the morning, and Wen Sui was still staring at the ceiling, conscious.

The feeling of facing the person on the opposite bed seems to be different from before. From time to time, my heart beats faster and I can't calm down at all.

Do you like Jiang An?Wen Sui asked himself, he probably liked it.

This answer can explain to him many behaviors in the past that he didn't quite understand, those inexplicable possession and jealousy, distress and attention, it shouldn't be as simple as a younger brother treating an older brother.

But how deep this love is and how long it can last, Wen Sui still can't draw a conclusion.

Do you really want to cross that line and fall in love with your brother?

Just having this thought in my heart makes me feel extremely crazy and my heart beats endlessly.

He closed his eyes, his mind was full of Jiang An's beautiful eyes, hot palms, intimate touch, and those unbearable love words.

The more I thought about it, the more confused my mind became, and by the way, my whole body seemed to be thrown into a fire, my whole body was hot, and I couldn't find an exit.

Wen Sui turned over angrily, buried his head in the pillow, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

He had a dream, but he couldn't see where it was.It's just that Jiang An in the dream looked pale, and rushed into a room in a panic. The bed was covered with a snow-white quilt, covering the old lady with her eyes tightly closed.

The instrument next to it showed a straight line, and the number of heartbeats was zero.

Jiang An's mouth was tense, and he grabbed her hand and shook it desperately, shouting something, but there was no answer.

He looked devastated, as if his soul had been taken out by someone, and he stood powerlessly by the bed, silent for a long time.

Wen Sui opened his eyes suddenly, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, he frantically took out his phone and checked the time, it was five in the morning.

That scene reminded me repeatedly that it was Jiang An's grandma who died today.

He took a few breaths, tried his best to suppress the panic, rolled over and got out of bed, shaking the sleeping person on the bed.

Jiang An opened his eyes in a daze, looked at the pale Wen Sui, and suddenly woke up: "What's wrong? Can't sleep?"

"No." Wen Sui opened his mouth, couldn't explain clearly for a while, pulled his wrist and said anxiously, "Brother, I had a very bad dream, grandma and her... the situation is very bad, we are now Just go back to Fog City."

Jiang An raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and said softly, "Dreams are all fake, don't be afraid."

Wen Sui was about to cry in a hurry, his eyes turned red: "My dreams have always been accurate, brother, trust me once."

Jiang An was silent for a few seconds. Thinking of the sudden video the night before, he lifted the quilt and sat up and said, "You book a ticket, I'll call the nursing center."

"Okay, I'll book the nearest flight back." Wen Sui tapped his phone with trembling hands, and found out that the nearest flight was at [-]:[-] in the morning. He quickly entered the information and booked two return tickets.

Next to Jiang An stood by the window, dialed the phone, and asked in a low voice: "Hello, I am Jiang An, and I would like to ask Ms. Cao Minyi how she is doing now?"

The opposite party paused for a few seconds, as if inquiring, and then replied after a while: "It's like this, Ms. Cao was diagnosed with terminal cancer last month, because the old man is too old, and after the doctor's judgment, it is really impossible to perform an operation. So... …It’s hard to say how long we can live now.”

Last month, that is, just after their National Day visit, bad news came out.

Jiang An tightened his jaw, and asked in a deep voice: "Why didn't you inform me of such a serious matter? Conservative treatment is not enough? Please use the most expensive medicine, and I will give you all the money."

"It was Ms. Cao who refused. She said that her grandson has been working hard studying abroad and can live every day. You still have money left over from here, and we have tried our best to take care of it. It's just that her situation in the past few days has not been good. Great, you should be mentally prepared." The other party said cautiously.

Jiang An hung up the phone and looked at Wen Sui again with complicated emotions in his eyes: "Grandma, she found out that she is in the late stage, maybe... it's just a matter of time."

No matter how much he said, he couldn't say it out, and felt that his heart was blocked.

"I've booked the air ticket. It's nine o'clock. We're going to the airport now." Wen Suiban closed his eyes, calmed down a little now, dragged out the suitcase under the bed, and quickly helped him pack it.

When packing the clothes, his fingers paused for a few seconds on Jiang An's black windbreaker, and he struggled to control his emotions to fold it up and put it in the suitcase.

The two hurried out of the school and took a taxi to the airport. They were silent all the way.

Wen Sui still felt the pressure on his chest until he got on the plane, he stretched out his hand to grab Jiang An's fingers, feeling cold.

A lot of comforting words were stuck in his throat. Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, not to mention that grandma is very old, but he couldn't say it.

Grabbing these few hours, Wen Sui felt pessimistically that maybe the ending could not be changed, at most it would be able to see him for the last time.

If he really couldn't catch up, Wen Sui couldn't imagine how regretful his brother would feel.

The less than 2-minute video two days ago will be their last call and meeting.

Wen Sui tightened his palms, held his fingers tightly, and said palely, "Brother, don't worry, grandma will be fine."

Jiang An hummed lightly, not knowing what to say, but slowly looked at the morning light outside the window, without saying a word.

Wen Sui was upset, he didn't know what else to do, at this moment he could feel that his brother's emotions were on the verge of collapse, but he could only watch from the sidelines, unable to do anything.

The flight time was very long, and the anxious emotion was constantly amplified between the two of them, like a string that was about to break.

After finally landing, they dragged their suitcases and took a taxi directly to the nursing home without delay.

When he arrived at the door of the ward where he was staying, a lot of white coats were coming in and out. A doctor who looked a little older saw someone coming, shook his head lightly, and patted Jiang An on the shoulder.

Wen Sui's heart stopped for a beat, and there was a brief blank in his mind, watching his brother push open the door and rush in quickly, completely lost his usual calmness.

The breathing of the old lady on the bed has become very weak, her eyes are half closed, her consciousness has been confused, and there is still a half-opened wedding candy on the bedside table next to her.

Jiang An walked over and sat by the bed, grabbed her withered hand, and called softly: "Grandma, I brought Suisui to see you, can you still hear me?"

Her breathing was like a broken bellows, and there was a slow sound without a sound. It took a long time to open her eyes with difficulty, and her eyes were fixed on the two figures in front of her.

Wen Sui stood behind Jiang An, bent down to cover his folded hands, and called grandma with a choked voice.

Such a smiling and kind old man, he was playing with whips in the yard the last time we met, and he looked very healthy.Obviously, they made a big box of food and candy for them before, and they were still in the video two days ago, joking, chatting about their future partner, and said that they would go back to visit her together after the Chinese New Year, how could this happen.

Now that I think about it, the inexplicable things said in the long corridor back then, the candy that was mailed to spread happiness, and the video that was dialed suddenly in the middle of the night, were all the last instructions of the old man, but she didn't want to cause trouble for them in the end.

The old lady moved her fingers, said something vaguely in her mouth, raised her hand with difficulty, and touched Wen Sui's wrist.

As if she had exhausted all her strength, she grabbed Wen Sui's palm and placed it on the back of Jiang An's hand, and pressed it lightly, like a last blessing.

Wen Sui understood, sniffed, and his voice became hoarse: "Don't worry, as I promised before, I will always be with my brother, and will not be separated like before. He is so powerful, I will live a very good life, be safe and happy for the rest of my life.”

"Grandma." Jiang An paused, and said with difficulty, "I guess...you should be very happy now, and you can finally see the son you have missed for a long time. You...if you have the chance to meet Dad, please tell him for me Say hello and tell him I've been missing him a lot."

As if she heard it clearly, the corners of her mouth trembled a little, her pupils slowly lost their light, her eyelids slowly closed, and that dry hand slid down heavily along the edge of the bed.

There was an emotionless beep from the nearby instrument, and the faintly fluctuating line slowly became straight.

Wen Sui couldn't control it, his nose was sore, tears began to fall desperately, hitting their clasped hands one by one.

He looked down at Jiang An, without expression or speaking, just sitting quietly motionless, like a statue without emotion.

"Brother, if you feel uncomfortable, then..." Wen Sui bent down and hugged his head, trembling all over, his internal organs seemed to be grasped tightly.

Jiang An pressed against his chest, and it took him a long time to say in a low voice: "Sui Sui, thank you. It's not a pity for me to see her for the last time."

Even at this time, he was still comforting himself, how could this person be so gentle.

Wen Sui hugged him even tighter, shook his head desperately, and blamed himself: "No, if I could... dream earlier... earlier, maybe she wouldn't..."

"Fool, do you know what the late stage means? It's just a matter of time." Jiang An raised his head and wiped away the tears on his face, his voice was still very calm, "At least she was smiling when she left, and she didn't suffer too much. What a pain, seeing us, should have no regrets."

The person in front of him was too restrained and calm, which made Wen Sui flustered for no reason, even if he cried and made a fuss, but he didn't.

Even the last relative left him early, and endured the pain of life and death one after another. He couldn't imagine how uncomfortable and desperate his brother must be at this moment.

They stayed in the ward from the afternoon until late at night, but the staff of the nursing home still came and pushed her away, and Jiang Anqiang held up his spirit to explain the follow-up procedures.

There are not many relics, only a few sets of daily clothes, a whip, a bank card and the half-eaten wedding candy left on the bedside table.

Wen Sui packed those things, called the school to ask for leave, but didn't go home, so he stayed with his brother in the hotel to help with the funeral.

In just a few days, Jiang An visibly lost a lot of weight, his eyes were black and blue, and he looked extremely haggard.

The cemetery was specially left when Jiang Feng was buried. The two tombstones are side by side, hidden among the lush pine trees.

The weather has been rainy lately. During the burial, there were only a few distant relatives scattered here and there, and most of them were old men and old ladies in nursing homes. They looked sadder than those so-called relatives.

Wen Sui stood in the rain holding an umbrella, silently watching his brother wearing the black windbreaker he brought over, and greeting everyone who came to mourn in a decent manner.

It's just that he knows very well that the more restrained he is, the closer he is to the verge of collapse.

He looked at the tombstone next to him. Jiang An looked a lot like his father, with deep brows and eyes, equally handsome, but it was a pity that he left too early.

I don't know what kind of mood Jiang An is facing these two tombstones now. After grandma passed away, there is really no one close relative.

Although his brother didn't say anything, he valued family affection more than anything else in his heart, but now, it's all gone, and it's gone like a wind.

He hated himself for being clumsy, slow, and helpless. Facing Jiang An like this, there was nothing he could do to help him share it except worrying.

After the crowd dispersed, Jiang Anchang knelt in front of the tombstone and fell silent for a long time.

Wen Sui stood aside, holding an umbrella for him, standing from noon until dark, the whole cemetery fell into a deathly silence.

He squatted down, hugged Jiang An's shoulders, and begged in pain: "Brother, it's raining, can you cry a bit? I beg you, I'm really worried about you if you keep silent like this."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Sui's eyes turned red again, he grabbed his coat and shook it lightly: "However you want to vent, I will accompany you until you feel comfortable."

Jiang An turned his head to look at him, with suppressed emotions in his eyes, raised his hand to wipe away his unstoppable tears, and said in a low voice, "Wen Jiaojiao, why do you love to cry so much?"

The umbrella was tilted half way, Wen Sui held the umbrella handle with difficulty, feeling his shoulders were half wet.

When he spoke, his voice was so difficult that he could hardly speak, but repeated over and over again: "Brother, I am worried about you, very worried about you."

"Don't worry, I'm fine, and it's not the first time." Jiang An twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, and said with a forced smile, "From now on, I will be the only one left in the household registration book. Is it cool?"

Wen Sui felt that his heart would be pierced by these words, leaned over and hugged him lightly, sniffed and said, "It's cool, you are the coolest, unique Jiang An in the world."

The raindrops fell more and more heavily, beating the black umbrella cloth densely, as if mourning and screaming.

After a long time, Wen Sui felt warm liquid fall down his neck, and the voice in his ear was very low and hoarse, melting in the wind: "Sui Sui, I have no home."

Wen Sui threw the umbrella aside, hugged him tightly into his arms with trembling hands, choking uncontrollably: "Brother, you still have me."

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to write it together in one go, but I can't finish it, so I will definitely write the next chapter!Woooooo comments have red envelopes~