falling grass in pairs

This really caught Jiang Cheng by surprise, and he immediately connected with the WeChat avatar that day in his mind.Looking carefully, it is really three points similar to Yan Xianglin.

Jiang Cheng was tall, almost half a head taller than him. After taking a closer look at the person, he slowly reached out and shook his hand: "Jiang Cheng."

Yan Ze was still waiting for the next sentence. He didn't want Jiang Cheng to say nothing after reporting his name. He looked him up and down with a pair of eyes, always with a smile that was not a smile.

Yan Ze pulled out his hand and cut straight to the point: "I'll just say it straight, are you a crook?"

Jiang Cheng was overjoyed, he didn't expect that Yan Xianglin was a sullen person, but his younger brother was a talker who was not surprising, and he was willing to nod his head and admit frankly: "Yes."

Yan Ze was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Jiang Cheng to admit it all at once, and it took him a long time before he continued to ask, "You want to chase my brother?"

"Why do you think so?" Jiang Cheng smiled.

"Just tell me, won't you?"

"What do you say?"

Yan Ze gasped, feeling the chilly night wind in midwinter, thinking that he really did a good job.There was some bad premonition in my heart, and then I asked: "You... What is your relationship with my brother?"

Jiang Cheng stopped talking.

Yan Ze looked at him impatiently: "Speak up."

"Why do you care so much?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"My brother is straight." Yan Ze suddenly looked at Jiang Cheng very seriously, "I warn you, find someone else and don't provoke him."

Jiang Cheng really found it interesting this time.Yan Xianglin told him this, telling him not to provoke his younger brother, and then his younger brother told him not to provoke his elder brother.

"Really?" Jiang Cheng put his pockets in, took two steps forward, and knocked the snow foam on the snow at Yan Ze's feet, "It seems that you don't know your brother well enough."

"You think I'll believe you?"

"I didn't." Jiang Cheng was innocent.

Yan Ze took a step back: "You..."

"You have to think clearly about your position when you say these words." Jiang Cheng took out a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, then took out a scythe, and smoked in the snow, "Think clearly, go ask your brother first, and then Ask others to blame."

"I'll ask clearly." Yan Ze held his breath, and then quietly turned to the side to avoid the smoke.

"Hate it?" Jiang Cheng took a sip of his cigarette, then suddenly bent down and pressed it out in the snow.

Yan Ze didn't feel upset, and walked around Jiangcheng to the bar: "I'm going back."

After figuring out what's going on, Yan Ze just wanted to go home and clear his mind, but he forgot what drink he ordered just now, and went directly to the bar to pay the bill.

"A total of one thousand and three." The waiter brother pushed the bill in front of him.

Yan Ze, who was taking out his wallet, was taken aback by the number: "What?"

Suddenly someone put a credit card on the bill: "I treat you."

Yan Ze turned his head, not knowing when Jiang Cheng followed him, stood behind him, put his arms across him and pressed on the bar, looked down at him, the distance was so close that it was ambiguous, as if he was... flirting.

The moment he met Shang Jiangcheng's eyes, Yan Ze suddenly changed his mind.

He remembered the look in his brother's eyes when he looked at this person, including the scene of the two of them whispering intimately together, and the way Yan Xianglin suddenly laughed, with an unknown fire in his stomach.

Yan Ze lowered his eyelids, and looked at him with the corners of his eyes hanging when he raised his eyes: "I found out that you are very good-looking. I forgot to ask you just now, how long have you known my brother?"

"He's known him since he left the country, what do you think?" The card was taken away to check out, but Jiang Cheng's hand was still on the bar and did not move away.

Yan Ze opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard Yan Xianglin's voice, shouting loudly, obviously looking for him.

"Sorry." Jiang Cheng stared at him and smiled, took the card returned from the bar, turned and left.

Yan Ze stared at Jiang Cheng's back, muttered Jiang Cheng's name viciously several times in his heart, then took a deep breath, lowered his head and hurried away.

Pushing open the door of the bar, the midwinter wind came blowing again, carrying damp snow air, so cold that he shrank his neck.

The last bus was gone, Yan Ze could only walk to the subway entrance to take the subway home, but the closest one would take more than ten minutes.He shrunk his neck and pressed his chin completely into the scarf, only showing a small half of his face. After a while, his nose turned red again.

For Yan Ze, what he cares most about is actually the years when his brother went abroad.No matter how possessive he is, no matter how much he likes to grab his things, Yan Xianglin is already far above the emperor, and he has no part in it. Even if he wants to, Yan Ze is powerless.

For Yan Ze, he has never left his brother since he was a child, except for those blank years, which is a fault for him.

Yan Xianglin was six years old when Yan Ze was born.Blinking his big eyes, he looked at a brand-new life that came to the world, a creature called younger brother, and for the first time something called responsibility appeared in his small body.

After that, it was a long and twists and turns exploitation.

When Yan Ze was two years old, he could call his brother for the first time, and Yan Xianglin was so frightened that he almost threw the apple in his hand.But Yan Ze, who knew nothing, pointed to the apple in his hand and giggled: "Brother...Brother..."

So Yan Xianglin smiled and stuffed the apple into his hand, watching him happily nibbling on his face with saliva all over his face.

At the age of five, Yan Ze grabbed his toothbrush and towel.

At the age of ten, Yan Ze snatched his comic books, Gundam, car models.

At the age of 13, Yan Ze snatched his drawing board, mobile phone, and ipad.

At the age of 15, Yan Ze was already 1.7 meters tall, and began to grab Yan Ze's favorite clothes and shoes.

Yan Xianglin learned piano, so Yan Ze also learned it; Yan Xianglin learned painting, so Yan Ze also signed up; Yan Xianglin learned French, so Yan Ze made a fuss and wanted to learn it too.And Yan Ze always tries to do better than him in the end.Yan Xianglin made eight efforts, and he made twelve efforts.

It would be a lie to say that I am not jealous.Yan Xianglin felt that from the age of six, his life was like a long tug-of-war with his younger brother.He has always been robbed miserably by his younger brother.

When I was young, my beloved things were taken away, I was generous on the surface, but secretly cried several times behind my back.When you become an adult, your mentality will be opened.

But Yan Ze went too far.

Yan Xianglin wanted to snatch his friends, his buddies, his family's love, and even his girlfriend.

In short, in Yan Ze's eyes, everything about my brother is the best.

It's no secret that Yan Xianglin has a very possessive brother who controls his younger brother and devotes himself to stealing everything from his older brother.

Yan Xianglin was really aggrieved by this younger brother's bullying. Fortunately, he went abroad in his senior year and went to the United States to study as a graduate student.

Now Yan Ze was furious.I cried a lot at home, not to mention I got sick, and I was bored for more than half a month and refused to go out.Later, he was admitted to a better university than Yan Xianglin, but he chose to major in computer and software programs.

At that time, Yan Xianglin was working abroad as a UI designer for a software development company. Hearing this news, he couldn't laugh or cry.

Then, one day, Yan Xianglin wanted to come back.Because his parents are old and his health is getting worse, he suddenly wants to understand this truth, the old man's time never waits for anyone, so he came back.

And Yan Ze finally waited for five years and waited for him to come back again.

The light of the subway station reveals a foggy light in the dim night.Yan Ze kicked the snow and splashed a cloud of slush. He reached for the IC card in his pants pocket, but accidentally touched something else.

He took it out and looked at the dim streetlight. It was a card with "Jiangcheng" written in big characters with a pen on it, and there was a string of phone numbers underneath.

Yan Ze held the thin piece of paper in a daze: When did Jiang Cheng put this thing in his pocket?

He had just been stimulated and crumpled into a ball without thinking.Just as he was about to throw it away, his hands paused, and then he spread the paper out flat again.

Taking out the phone, his frozen fingers moved extremely slowly, and entered the number one by one.Then, the word "Jiangcheng" was carefully stamped on the stored name.