For two consecutive days, as soon as Tang Junhe passed ten o'clock, he would gently knock on Yang Xuan's door, and then he heard his brother's footsteps in the room.

When he eats cake, Yang Xuan usually reads a book. Sometimes he would try to talk to Yang Xuan, but he seemed to be a bit indifferent to him. Tang Junhe came over with his English textbook. While eating the cake, he memorized the words in the list, and occasionally glanced at Yang Xuan.

At the same time, he also began to gradually test how much Yang Xuan could tolerate him. On the way to school in the morning, at first, he reached out to grab Yang Xuan's school uniform, and then halfway, when the car came to an uneven road, he borrowed Ji stretched his arms around Yang Xuan's waist, but Yang Xuan didn't express anything.

Through a layer of white shirt, his arm touched his brother's well-defined belly. "Brother, do you have abdominal muscles?" Tang Junhe looked up at Yang Xuan and asked.

Yang Xuan naturally ignored the question.

Tang Junhe stretched out his other hand to touch his belly, which was soft and completely different from his brother's.

Tang Xiaonian was the first to discover the change in the relationship between Yang Xuan and Tang Junhe.

Tang Xiaonian went to the mall after work, and fell in love with a new autumn and winter coat. He tried it in the mirror, but he was still reluctant to buy it. Although life is not as good as it used to be, but she really can't bear to spend thousands of dollars on a coat.

When I go to have a look next month, maybe there will be a discount, Tang Xiaonian was thinking this way in his heart, when he raised his eyes, he saw two figures flashing past the gate of the community.

Although he only caught a glimpse, Tang Xiaonian felt that he would never mistake his son. She quickened her pace and stretched her neck to look forward, but the bicycle had already turned a corner and was out of sight.

Is it them? Tang Xiaonian felt a little uneasy. It was not difficult to see that Yang Xuan held a lot of hostility towards her, but towards his son Tang Junhe, he seemed to be hot and cold, good and bad, which was really confusing. .

But anyway, it's always right to stay away from him, right? Tang Xiaonian thought with some concern, if Tang Junhe had the same size and mind as Yang Xuan, then she would have nothing to worry about, but according to the current situation, her son would definitely not be able to play with Yang Xuan.

That night, Yang Chengchuan went on a business trip, and there were only three people left at home. Tang Xiaonian finished the meal and went to Tang Junhe's room to ask him to come out for dinner. When passing by Yang Xuan's room, she paused, hesitated again and again, and took two steps closer, raised her hand and knocked on the door: "Xiao Xuan, come out for dinner."

There was no response from inside, only the faint sound of music. Tang Xiaonian didn't expect him to make a sound, he just asked this question, then turned his head and left. The little good intentions he managed to save were ignored, and Tang Xiaonian, who had lost face, couldn't help but start to speculate maliciously: With this attitude, it's no wonder he has good intentions!

Tang Junhe finished a question at hand, put down his pen and left the room, walked to the dining table, saw that Yang Xuan was not there, and said, "I'll ask my brother to eat."

Tang Xiaonian reached out to grab his arm, tugged it down, and said angrily: "You think I didn't scream? He doesn't want to eat with us. Sit down and eat yours, the kitchen has left food for him. "

Tang Junhe looked back at Yang Xuan's room, and had no choice but to sit at the dining table.

"You don't take the bus to and from school now?" Tang Xiaonian asked while eating.

"Well," Tang Junhe replied truthfully, "My brother took me by bike."

Tang Xiaonian glanced at him: "Why did he take you?"

"He's always been nice to me."

Tang Xiaonian didn't take it seriously: "It's good for you, what's the matter with your body injury?"

Tang Junhe felt a little bored. For several days, Tang Xiaonian kept entangled with this matter. He muttered impatiently: "If my brother hadn't gone to the mountain to find me, I might have fallen to my death."

"Going to look for you on the mountain, he didn't expect you to be so stupid," Tang Xiaonian tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks, and sneered, "He's also afraid that he will really kill his life."

Tang Junhe ate a few mouthfuls of food, looked up at Tang Xiaonian and said, "Mom, Yang Xuan is really not what you think."

Tang Xiaonian ignored the seriousness in his expression, glared at him and said, "Who would you look at? You kept telling me that Mr. Zhou was kind to you at the time, but he wasn't a pervert later on!"

These words immediately angered Tang Junhe, he squeezed the chopsticks in his hand, and said in a cold tone: "He is my brother, how could he be like Zhou Lin."

"What kind of brother is he!" Tang Xiaonian raised his tone and deliberately said in the direction of Yang Xuan's room, "Brother for a month? I bought you after giving away two Transformers? It's all agreed You forgot the pain when you got the scar, and your scar hasn’t healed yet, so you rushed to say something for him, and even flirted with me!” The more she talked, the more emotional she became, and she stopped eating, “You, you, really As expected, Yang Chengchuan's blood is flowing on his body, he is a white-eyed wolf like him, I raised you so big for nothing."

Tang Junhe completely lost his appetite to eat, put down his chopsticks, turned and walked towards his room.

"Would you like to eat or not!" Tang Xiaonian began to speak harshly after a disagreement, "Forget it if you starve to death."

***

The sound insulation in the bedroom is not good, even if the stereo is turned on, all Tang Xiaonian's words at the dinner table can be heard in Yang Xuan's room. Halfway through the hearing, Yang Xuan turned over and took out the sound-isolating earphones from the drawer, and put them on his ears to completely isolate Tang Xiaonian's sharp voice.

After hearing these unappetizing words, Yang Xuan didn't have any appetite all night. After reading a book for a while, he became sleepy, so he leaned on the bed and slept for a while.

When I woke up, it was past nine o'clock. He was going to go for a half-hour run downstairs, but before leaving the door, he suddenly remembered that there was still a box of cakes in the refrigerator—it had been several days, it should have expired, right? He turned back, opened the refrigerator, took out the cake, carried it downstairs and threw it into the trash can.

After running around the green belt of the community for half an hour, Yang Xuan went upstairs to go home, the living room was quiet, at this time in the past, Tang Xiaonian would ask Tang Junhe to come out to eat fruit, but today there was no sound. He went to the bathroom and took a shower. When he came out, Tang Junhe was already waiting at the door of his room with an English textbook in his hand.

Yang Xuan didn't say anything. He held the doorknob and pushed it open. Tang Junhe followed him and walked in step by step. Just like a few days ago, after entering the door, he went straight to the door of the refrigerator.

But as soon as the refrigerator door was opened, he found that the cake was gone. He searched the upper and lower layers of the refrigerator carefully, then turned his head and asked Yang Xuan: "Brother, where is the cake?"

Yang Xuan said concisely: "Throw it away."

Tang Junhe was a little astonished. For a moment, he thought that his brother didn't want to talk to him after hearing the conversation at night, so he said in a panic: "But, it's not broken yet..."

"The shelf life has passed." Yang Xuan said.

Without the cake, could he just go back to his room? Tang Junhe continued to struggle and said: "Actually, when it comes to the shelf life, it's just the best before date. As long as it doesn't spoil, it's edible..." Before moving here, one of Tang Xiaonian's housekeeping skills was to After buying reduced-price milk and bread in the supermarket, although the expiration date will soon expire, in fact, even after a few days, the taste will not change, and it will not spoil your stomach.

Seeing his frustration, Yang Xuan said softly for a moment, "I threw the cake away, but I didn't say I would drive you away."

After hearing this, the frustration on Tang Junhe's face disappeared within a few seconds at a speed visible to the naked eye. Yang Xuan looked at him and had a panoramic view of the changes in his expression.

In any case, it's not a bad feeling to be able to control all the emotions of another person with just a few words.

"If you want to stay here, just stay here." Yang Xuan hung the towel to dry on the balcony, and took out a T-shirt from the closet to put it on, "Sit, what are you doing standing up?"

Hearing what he said, Tang Junhe took two steps aside and sat beside Yang Xuan's bed. His hair was still wet and looked a little messy, as if he had been ravaged mercilessly. It was not difficult to imagine the irritability he had just experienced when he was in his room.

The newly formed scab on his forehead was faintly visible under the messy hair, Yang Xuan walked towards him, and for some reason, he stretched out his hand to wipe his forehead hair, and looked down at the scab the size of a fingernail. The scar was originally only the size of a small fingernail, but now it has become larger.

Tang Junhe raised his chin slightly, looked up at him and asked, "Brother, are you afraid that I will leave a scar?"

Yang Xuan's gaze moved from his forehead to his eyes.

Tang Junhe went on to say: "That time in the hospital, you asked the doctor if there would be scars."

Yang Xuan let go of his forehead hair, and said flatly: "Leaving scars is always a bad thing."

"I think it's pretty good," Tang Junhe looked at him and said, "At least it means that we have a relationship."

Yang Xuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "You come here every day, what if your mother finds out?" Naturally, he asked the question knowingly, Tang Junhe would come over lightly every day after Tang Xiaonian fell asleep, The sound of knocking on the door was also extremely cautious, just for fear of waking Tang Xiaonian.

Tang Junhe's eyes flickered in a daze, and then he retracted his slightly raised jaw, and whispered: "She won't know."

Hearing this, Yang Xuan laughed inexplicably, and was about to turn around and walk around him to the other side of the bed, but Tang Junhe suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged him. His head was on his body, Yang Xuan looked down at him subconsciously, and saw his messy black hair sticking to his white T-shirt. At that moment, the first reaction in his mind was not to stretch out his hand He pushed away, trying to rub his hair instead.

"Brother, what should I do..." Tang Junhe said in a low voice.

Facing the weak brother, Yang Xuan subconsciously searched for the answer in his mind, but for a while he didn't know how to answer him, saying "it's okay"? "It will all pass"? Or "don't think too much"?

It seems that it is not suitable. Because they all know that this matter will always exist, it will exist every day, and it will be difficult to overcome. It is not even a hurdle, but a road.

what to do? Yang Xuan also wanted to ask the same question, so he stretched out his hand and put it on the back of Tang Junhe's head, but kept it quietly without any movement.

After a while, Tang Junhe calmed down, let go of Yang Xuan, and then stood up to make way for him.

"You sit here, I'll go to the balcony." Yang Xuan leaned over and picked up the unfinished book from the side, turned around and turned on the light on the balcony, and sat on the single sofa.

As usual, the two went about their own business.

When it was almost 11 o'clock, Yang Xuan looked up at Tang Junhe - at this time in the past, he would take the initiative to get up and go back to his room, but today there has been no movement.

Looking up, Tang Junhe had already fallen asleep leaning on the pillow.

As he slept, a look of carefree tranquility appeared on his face. For some reason, Yang Xuan looked at his younger brother and suddenly felt that he could treat him better.

Maybe Tang Junhe and Tang Xiaonian can be viewed separately, his thinking has undergone an unprecedented change at this moment, hating Tang Xiaonian does not mean that he has to hate his younger brother. On the contrary, the better he treats Tang Junhe, the more he can control him, the more likely Tang Xiaonian will experience his own retribution, isn't it? — This is almost as self-contained as the proportional function.

What's more, it's not difficult to be nice to his younger brother, he doesn't even have to do it deliberately.