Schrodinger love

Chapter 25 25

Jiang An ignored his words, but breathed harder.

Scored twice, the more he fought, the braver he became.

Wen Sui clenched his fists tightly, his heart was in a mess, and he felt really embarrassed.

The two of them separated after graduating from the third year of junior high school, and they didn't deliberately avoid it at that time, but they were still quite ignorant and young, and they didn't talk much about this kind of thing.

It's normal for a boy to react occasionally, but I don't know what his brother is doing today, he's in a state of being so easily touched, and he's so aggressive.

Sure enough, the 19-year-old man was at an energetic age, his head was full of yellow waste, and he was full of vitality.

Wen Sui cursed a few words in his heart, slowly raised his neck, propped it on his shoulder, and moved carefully to the side of the bed.

But Jiang An didn't move, just lay with his head up, and there was even a hint of watching a show in his eyes.

Doesn't he feel embarrassed to be so calm and relaxed?

Wen Sui opened the hand on his waist, pulled the corners of his lips, and his eyes wandered: "Then what, why don't you go to the toilet to solve it."

Jiang An tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on the transparent glass door, and thoughtfully said: "Do you want to be an audience?"

Forget, damn it, see-through, the bathroom.

Probably when people were doing hotel design, they never thought that there would be such a suffocation situation.

Wen Sui's cheeks blushed completely, he lost his elbow inadvertently, tilted his whole body, and sat back down heavily.

Jiang An let out a muffled snort, and his whole body became extremely tense, and the lines that fit his body rose and fell with heat, terribly.

Wen Sui turned his head and cursed in a low voice: "Fuck, if you want to be shameless, no one will look at you."

"Can you be gentle, and don't swear." Jiang An closed his eyes and slowed down before making a hoarse voice.

Wen Sui felt that his ears were going to burn, dragged his injured leg and struggled to fall off him, and then complained: "Who is to blame? He is full of tiger and wolf words, shameless."

Jiang An looked at his red ears, and the restlessness subsided a little.Those pitch-black eyes narrowed slightly, looking at people with some meaningless meaning.

He put his hands on the back of his head, thinking of teasing, and said slowly: "Sui Sui, you are so innocent."

Wen Sui's heart trembled when he saw it, and he felt that he had been provoked again out of nowhere, no, it was humiliation.

As far as you can, talk like Aquaman who has had [-] girlfriends.

He bent his legs, grabbed the messy quilt with his fingers, and kicked him with his other uninjured foot: "Go away, you have to deal with me and go out for 10 minutes, let's make room for you."

"Two 10 minutes?" Jiang An smiled lightly, "No need, I'll just take it easy."

Wen Sui's gaze fell below his waist, then quickly moved away, and said sarcastically, "Don't say I bully you then."

Jiang An gave him a meaningful look, pulled the quilt over him, lowered his eyelashes, and tried to breathe calmly.

Ten minutes passed, and the two of them were still silent, staring at each other in silence.

Wen Sui felt that it was too much torment, what's the matter.

He didn't want to leave or stay. He could only sit cross-legged on the bed, peeking at his brother from time to time.

"Done yet?"

"Forget it, I'm going to take a shower."

Still unable to get rid of it, Jiang An lifted the quilt and got up, grabbed a change of clothes from the suitcase, and strode into the bathroom.

The sound of dripping water soon sounded in his ears, Wen Sui turned his head and sat on the bed, raised his hand and wiped his face heavily, muttering: "Isn't it slowing down?"

He touched his phone and sent Ji Xiaoyu a message: Why did you leave without eating?

The other side replied in seconds:? ? ?Are you done so soon?

[Do Not Disturb]: What are you talking about?

[Play with me online, intend to chat privately]: It’s okay, just pretend I didn’t say anything, where’s your brother?

[Do Not Disturb]: in the shower

[Play with me online, chat privately if you want]: ... Your brother is really miserable

[Do Not Disturb]: May I ask how you came to this conclusion from these three words?

[Play with me online, intend to have a private chat]: When I didn't say anything, I'll be at home in the next few days, see you back in Beijing

[Do Not Disturb]: All right, as you like

Wen Sui clicked on Lianliankan casually to pass the time, and after a dozen or so levels, Jiang An came out slowly, wiping his hair.

The hair on his forehead was still dripping with water, but judging by his expression, he had regained his former calm.

Wen Sui thought of joking: "Hey, I can see that your heart has sprouted, and you can't wait to continue the marriage line. When did you get the tattoo?"

Jiang An took the Yunnan Baiyao placed by the door, sprayed it on his ankle, and said casually, "Graduated from high school."

Actually no, on the day Wen Sui drew the line on his hand, he found a tattoo parlor near the school.

At that time, I was young, fifteen or sixteen years old, and the shopkeeper stared at the boy in school uniform and asked repeatedly: "Are you sure you want to get this tattoo? Don't think about it again? The tattoo hurts the palm of the hand, and it is very difficult to wash off."

In summer, the weather is sweltering, and the palms are sweating unconsciously. The red line is already a little faded, and there is a trace of smudge.

Jiang An stared at the line with downcast eyes, and said persistently, "Well, Wen, I won't regret it."

As the shop owner said, it really hurt, and he didn't frown the whole time.

Seeing the thread drawn by Wen Sui piercing the palm of the hand along the needle, it seemed that the fate of the two of them was inexplicably stitched together.

During the time when the scab formed, he carefully kept his hands out of the way, for fear that Wen Sui would find out.

It didn't take long for them to fully heal into a beautiful red thread, and the two of them never saw each other again.

At that time, Jiang An was thinking that he did such a stupid thing superstitiously, but still failed to prevent the separation of the two of them. In a sense, it was quite precarious.

Perhaps this is the fateful parting. If it can be exchanged for three years later, he is willing to make this exchange.

Wen Sui bent his knees, took his hand and looked left and right, his fingers slid down the line: "You have done a lot of things after graduating from high school."

"The vacation is very long, and I can't do anything I want to do." Jiang An looked down at him, and his gaze fell on his fingertips, which were numb.

Wen Sui stared at it for a while, then said hesitantly, "But why do I think it's similar to the one I drew."

Jiang An withdrew his palm and put it in his trouser pocket: "The lines drawn are not all the same, what's the difference?"

Seeing Wen Sui's performance, he didn't realize why he reacted to him at all, his nerves were too rough.

Jiang An sighed, took out his phone and swipe: "I'll order a takeaway, don't go out in the afternoon, just stay in the hotel."

"Well, but I have to go home tonight, my parents are coming back today." Mentioning this, Wen Sui's expression became a little dull, and he was not interested.

He glanced at Jiang An tentatively, and said cautiously: "You...won't you come back to me?"

Jiang An focused on placing the takeaway order without raising his head: "Forget it, don't cause trouble for them."

How can this be called Tian Du, you are part of our family, aren't you?

But Wen Sui couldn't say it, his heart was full of irritability, and his ankle hurt so badly.

In the evening, it was Jiang An who took him back. The car entered the community and stopped at the gate of Wen's villa. Jiang An opened the trunk to help someone carry it down.

Standing outside the familiar gate, he didn't move a step, looking at the house with a very distant gaze, but whispered: "The medicine is in your bag, remember to spray it again at night."

Wen Sui pinched the trunk lever, watched people get into the car, and called brother.

"Call me if you have anything to do." Jiang An gave him a faint smile, bent over and got into the car.

The car was far away, and Wen Suicai pulled the suitcase into the gate with great interest. Except for the aunt who was cooking, obviously, his parents hadn't come back yet.

The whole room was empty, and he sat in the empty living room, staring at the huge chandelier in the center.

The table next to it was gradually filled with dishes, which looked very rich, but Wen Sui didn't have much appetite.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the sound of the door opening finally came from the entrance, and two elites in formal attire entered the door one after the other.

It looked like he had just come down from the meeting, didn't even have time to change his clothes, and looked in a hurry.

"My son is back. I'm really sorry. I've been really busy these days." Xie Mingzhi handed the jacket to his aunt, and walked towards the dining table holding Wen Sui's neck, "Have you had fun these few days?"

"That's it." Wen Sui walked over slowly, his feet still hurt, and he didn't have much strength.

He limped all the way, right under the noses of Wen Zhongqing and Xie Mingzhi, they didn't notice any difference, they were still chatting about the unresolved proposals at the meeting from time to time, completely treating the dining table as a meeting room.

Wen Sui suddenly felt that it was very boring to come back from such a special trip, and it was tasteless to eat.

"Is Xiao An back too?" Wen Zhongqing loosened his suit and tie, and suddenly asked, "Is he on good terms with you now? Don't be like before, keep a little distance and learn to be on guard."

He was suffocating anger from being ignored, but when he heard this, Wen Sui's temper became a little bit up.

He slapped his chopsticks on the table and said loudly, "Is it just these two sentences that you two talk over and over every day? I can't tell if my foot is hurt? I fell on the mountain and Jiang An carried me back. What you say may kill my brother!"

Xie Mingzhi was stunned for a second, and his expression became serious: "You two went to the mountain together? Why did he take you there? How could you fall down? He..."

"Mom, I'm the one who is going to watch the sunrise. Can you stop putting everything on Jiang An? Dad was kidnapped once, so you are collectively suffering from persecution paranoia? Everyone is a bad person?" Wen Sui's eyes It was flushed, and the whole person was trembling uncontrollably.

"Okay, okay, let's not mention the previous things, okay?" Xie Mingzhi raised his hand and patted his back, "We are also worried about you. If you don't tell me, how will we know?"

Wen Sui leaned on the back of the seat, glanced at her quietly, and said coldly: "That's right, there is no diary for you to peek at now."

"Wen Sui, should you learn how to talk to your parents now?"

Wen Zhongqing ordered the table, and said in a louder voice, "It's my mother's fault for reading the diary, but is she worried about your fault? After three years of trouble, it's not enough? Are you going to talk about it for the rest of your life? Don't read it. How does the diary know that Jiang An took you to such a dangerous place and almost died, let alone that you still have that crazy idea."

crazy?Even now, Wen Sui still doesn't think so.

In the past, he liked to keep a diary, and he would write down everything that happened in detail, among which Jiang An was mentioned the most.

On the night when he returned from drowning that day, Wen Sui wrote a record as usual:

"Today I went swimming with my brother by the river. Halfway through the swim, his legs suddenly cramped. I was bruised on the forehead in order to save him, and I almost drowned. It appears to be true.

It's just that after walking through the gate of hell, I didn't feel scared, but fortunate.In that kidnapping case, Jiang Bo died because he saved my father. We owe him a debt. If he died because he saved my brother today, I don’t feel sorry or sorry. "

"We are all brother's relatives, one life is worth one life. It is only now that I realize that brother is really important to me, so important that I am willing to die for him."

"My brother lost his father at such a young age. It's really pitiful. I hope that if I replace him, he will be healthy and safe for the rest of his life."

When I was young, I always wrote some silly words. In that thick notebook, there are many similar words like this.

It's just that the end of the eyebrow was hurt so badly that it was hard to hide it, and the diary was turned over early the next morning.

The last page was ripped out unevenly.

Wen Zhongqing reacted greatly, and directly picked up the sleeping child from the bed, and slapped the piece of paper in front of him: "One life is worth one life, your life is given by your parents, how can you treat a Outsiders have such thoughts. Remember, no one is more important than yourself. What if Jiang Anji hates his father's death, blames it on you, and deliberately takes you to a dangerous place to take revenge on us?"

Wen Sui, who was half asleep and half awake, saw the open diary and the flimsy piece of paper, and then reacted slowly, causing trouble himself.

Jiang An, who was separated by a wall, was still in the next room and didn't know whether he was asleep or awake, and he didn't know how much he had heard.

In that room, Wen Zhongqing and Xie Mingzhi started arguing and blaming each other.

From the quarrel with the decision to take Jiang An home to the accident when swimming in the river, back and forth, endless.

Wen Sui squatted in his room, and could only toss and turn over and over, crying and explaining: "I asked my brother to take me out, and it's none of his business. He treats me so well, don't you understand that you have raised him for more than ten years? "

"People's hearts are unpredictable. It doesn't mean that my brother must be a bad person, but his father died because of me, so he will inevitably have evil thoughts for a moment."

Wen Zhongqing didn't have much expression on his face, and his tone seemed to be selling a product that had nothing to do with him, "Just in case, you two study separately in high school. Children will lose their feelings after being separated for a while, and you will know later , How stupid the idea is now."

Hearing that they were going to separate, Wen Sui almost knelt down and begged him: "Brother, he is only a teenager, so you just ignore him? What should he do?"

His brain seemed to be disconnected, and the words were repeated back and forth, but they were weak and silent, and no one paid attention to them.

"I will send money to him on a regular basis until he graduates from high school." Wen Zhongqing made a decision in a few seconds, "It is good for him to choose the best private school for him. Even if his father treats me with Well, after taking care of her for so many years, we have exhausted our benevolence."

Wen Zhongqing is a typical businessman, hypocritical and shrewd, and watertight.

At the beginning, he promised to take good care of Jiang An in front of the media. Over the past ten years, he has managed to save face to the extreme. Now that he is aware of the crisis and abandoning his son, he has also thought of a fairly proper escape route, which makes it impossible for people to find fault.

Wen Sui was completely panicked, he grabbed Wen Zhongqing's trouser legs and said, "No, I'll go wherever he goes, I want to be with my brother."

Xie Mingzhi spoke next to him, obviously on the same front: "When you were born prematurely, you were very weak and almost didn't survive. We named you Wensui to hope that you will be safe every year. Mom and Dad are very happy. You have a lot of expectations, but the original intention is to hope that you will be safe and sound, which is more important than anything else."

Wen Sui has heard this story a thousand or eight hundred times, and his ears are almost callused, but he has never felt so piercing.

His life experience, name, diary, everything, unintentionally became a knife to hurt Jiang An.

The tip of the knife is sharp and hurts others.

"Father just thinks that it's not good for you two kids to keep getting along like this, and you have no blood relationship." Wen Zhongqing slowed down his expression, "Well, if you think it's too cruel to let him go directly, Dad can also be fair. He turned school, or you go abroad, you choose one.”

Wen Sui pinched his fingertips, leaving bloodstains, he didn't want to choose any path.

But they are still young, and under such oppression, they cannot make any powerful resistance.

He didn't know what to do, or what could be done.

Jiang An pushed open the door of the bedroom, and the 16-year-old boy suppressed all his emotions and carried everything: "Don't embarrass Suisui, I'll go."

On the first day after Wensui turned 15, his brother left with a lonely suitcase, just like when he came.

For a long time afterwards, Wen Sui made troubles, scolded, resisted, and rebelled, but nothing worked, and everyone got used to it afterwards.

Wen Zhongqing was too ruthless, he only used one thing to gag him, if he didn't obey, Jiang An's living expenses would be cut off.

So for the next three years, the two of them had no contact and never saw each other.

Now Jiang An is no longer restricted by him, and of course he doesn't care where he is going to take the exam, what major he is studying, and who he will be roommates with.

So he went around in a big circle, and could only let the nagging fall on his head again without pain.

The grown-up world is complicated and sometimes silly.

Probably really underestimated the relationship between the two of them, how could they become complete strangers just because they were separated for three years.

Wen Sui looked up at Wen Zhongqing, calmed down for a moment, and laughed at himself: "You don't have to think too much, I have a measure."

"You went to the mountains with him again, why, you plan to run all over the mountains and seas, and you have to make yourself happy?" Wen Zhongqing frowned, and his voice amplified unconsciously.

Wen Sui held his chopsticks, not as impulsive as he was when he was a child: "Whatever you say, I'm eighteen, where do I want to go, can you still tie me up?"

Wen Zhongqing glanced at him, "Stop going to dangerous places with him in the future, we won't be safe..."

"Enough, can we end this topic?" Wen Sui was simmering with anger, not knowing who to send it to.

In this matter, the parents were right, and Jiang An was right, so was he wrong again?

During many sleepless nights, Wen Sui stayed up all night, thinking over and over again, but couldn't think of an answer.

He felt that he was probably wrong, that he was immature and too reckless, a small incident completely changed Jiang An's life, and made his already lonely and helpless life worse.

Until now, he still didn't know how his brother got here in those years, he didn't dare to ask, and he didn't dare to touch.

Xie Mingzhi patted the back of his hand reassuringly, and his voice was softer: "If your foot hurts, you should rest at home and don't run around, lest we worry."

While talking, the phone on the table started to vibrate. She slid the screen and glanced at Wen Zhongqing: "There is news from Mr. Wang, go back to the company."

"Well, then Wen Sui, you eat by yourself, I'll go with your mother first." Wen Zhongqing stood up, then turned around and said, "Your hair, if you have time to dye it, it's embarrassing."

Xie Mingzhi hooked his arm and smoothed things over: "Okay, okay, Mr. Wang is still waiting, let's go."

Wen Sui glanced at the time on the screen, stayed there for 5 minutes, or 10 minutes?He was too lazy to calculate, and it was a joke to calculate.

When he came back, he scolded him back and forth like this, without even looking at the injury on his ankle. He didn't know what was behind the move to let Jiang An leave in the name of protecting him.

Maybe more, just afraid that the well-known Wenjia would add another scandal.

It's ridiculous, very powerless, and more of an endless pain. He's not even as good as that Mr. Wang who doesn't know his name.

The aunt left after cooking, and Wen Sui turned off the light in the room casually. The whole room was like a huge empty box, and he stood there alone, at a loss.

Suddenly I miss Jiang An so much, it seems that the grievances I have been holding back for the past few years surged up, and I was so uncomfortable that I couldn't breathe.

He walked out of the gate of the villa slowly, the garden was completely dark, as if several lights had been broken, and the road was dim.

After walking a few steps, Wen Sui stopped and froze on the spot, seeing a person sitting under a street lamp not far away.

He was wearing the white coat he sent him back, shrouded in a soft light, and his whole body exuded a very faint halo.

On a dark alley, it was the only light that was on, but it was so pitiful that it seemed to be alone.

Wen Sui felt that he was like a cat in Schrödinger's experiment just now, locked in a black box, and no one cared about his life or death.

But now, he met another one of the same kind in this boundless box.

Some are homeless, and some are homeless.

So, in this breathless box, they approached each other, hugging for warmth.

"Brother, you haven't left yet?" Wen Sui said hoarsely, only to realize that his voice seemed to be choked with sobs.

Jiang An sat on that bench and looked back at him: "If you think about it, there is nowhere to go, and I guess you might come to me, so I just want to sit here for a while."

Wen Sui sniffled, suppressed crying and said, "My parents just left, did you see them?"

"I saw the car, but didn't say hello." Jiang An looked at his reddened eyes, sensed that his emotions were wrong, and asked softly, "Have you had a fight with them?"

Wen Sui walked over slowly, knelt down in front of him, and said in a low voice, "You know my parents are like that, strong and talkative, always catching on to one thing and sticking to it."

Jiang An hummed, and did not intend to make other remarks.

"After you left, my relationship with them became stalemate. I haven't recovered yet. Isn't it childish?"

Wen Sui talked to himself, saw the other party's dark pupils flicker, and admitted frankly, "I said this not to ask you to persuade me to be sensible, but to play my temper."

When he mentioned the past, he unconsciously began to pinch his index finger again, and the lines were full of deep marks.

Jiang An took off his coat, put it on his shoulders, and looked at him quietly with lowered eyes.

After thinking for a while, I said, "No persuasion, you will take care of your own family relationship. If you think it will make you comfortable, I won't intervene."

Wen Sui nodded, his brother seemed to be like this all the time, very measured and mature.

He wondered if this person had ever lost control of himself completely.

"Then I want to say this to make you feel bad? You didn't have a good time in those three years, and I didn't have a good time." Wen Sui raised his eyes and looked at him fixedly.

He knew that he was a bit mean, and he was using this emotion to win sympathy. He was hypocritical to death, but he couldn't help but want to say it.

Tonight, the old matter was brought up again, and those old emotions surged up together. He really couldn't control it, and felt wronged in his heart.

Since the reunion, they had a tacit understanding not to mention that matter again, but now, he just wanted to mention it willfully.

Wen Sui breathed out lightly, and fainted into a cloud of white mist in the dark night: "I really blame myself all the time, I can't sleep for many nights, thinking about what you are doing, how to live alone, what to do without friends , and I can’t contact you. I think you could have a better life, and it’s all because of me. Brother, if you blame me, I won’t be angry. "

Jiang An took his hand out of his pocket, clasped his thumb, and held it in the palm of his hand: "I didn't say it before, because I was afraid that it would remind you of unhappy things. Now that you take the initiative to mention it, I will tell you seriously, I never I didn't blame you, so don't feel guilty."

It turned out that it was such a simple and easy thing to talk about those emotions that had troubled him for a long time.It's just that I dare not speak because I dare not touch the scar.

It's just that this response is really good, Jiang An said that he didn't blame him, even if it was a comfort to coax him, he was willing to be deceived.

Wen Sui's eyes were red, and a thin layer of mist floated up, and he could hardly hold back his tears.

"Sui Sui, I'm doing well, not as bad as you think." Jiang An raised his hand and rubbed his head, and sighed in a low voice: "I just miss you very much, so the university came to find you."

Wen Sui felt his fingertips warm, and the pinched marks were covered with warmth. He bent his knuckles and gently hooked the other's index finger.

It seemed like some kind of approaching cautiously, and it also seemed like a gesture of goodwill.

Wen Sui looked up at Jiang An, the broken hair on his forehead was blown up, and he felt a gust of wind sweeping past.

The shallow scar on the edge of the eyebrow was exposed, and he raised his hand reflexively to block it, but was pushed away by Jiang An's hand.

"Don't look." Wen Sui said in a low voice.

The wound was scratched when Jiang An was rescued. The river was rushing, and a piece of steel wire under the water pierced the brow bone.

The doctor said that if he rubbed against the eyes a little bit, he would probably lose his sight, which was also the trigger for all the outbreaks.

Jiang An stroked the scar hidden at the end of the eyebrow with his fingertips, and said lightly, "Don't you want to make my heart hurt? Does this wound hurt?"

In fact, a long time has passed, and the blood dripping at the beginning has also become an insignificant feat of a young age.

Only now, that place is aching again after three years of separation.

There was mist in Wen Sui's eyes, he raised his arms to hug the man's waist, buried him in his arms, and finally absorbed the only warmth in the middle of the night.

"Brother, it hurts, you coax me."

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