Acting like a baby to my brother seems to help

"It seems useful to act like a spoiled brother" Author: Ningyo Joruri

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Before going to bed sweet text brother next year

They are not real brothers. If you feel uncomfortable while reading, please close and exit in time.

The precocious younger brother and the gentle elder brother have always been in a weird way of getting along with each other without knowing it. One day, the big dog of the younger brother stopped jumping on the older brother...

Bonn out

Content tags: A special liking for young people

Search keywords: Protagonist: Jiang Wu, Ning Jiahang┃Supporting role: ┃Others:

1.

In June in Jiangcheng, there is abundant rain and cicadas are noisy.

It was only halfway through the high math class when it rained heavily outside the window. Ning Jiahang casually turned his pen, his eyes drooping, not knowing what he was thinking.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the rain was getting lighter. In the afternoon, he only took his textbooks and pens and went out without carrying his bag. In addition, he has not lived in the dormitory and is not familiar with his classmates. At this moment, he seems a little helpless in the eyes of others.

Rejecting the kindness of a few girls to borrow umbrellas, Ning Jiahang put the phone back in his pocket, grabbed his textbooks and was about to rush into the rain curtain, but before he took two steps, his wrist was gently pulled.

"Keep out of the rain."

A familiar voice sounded, Ning Jiahang stopped immediately, turned around and grabbed the man's hand, frowned slightly and kneaded his cold fingertips, "Why are you here?"

"You are lazy and don't bring your backpack and umbrella. It's raining. Can I sit at home?" Jiang Wu smiled and shook the umbrella in his hand.

"I'll bring it later, it's a bit cold, and you shouldn't come out to have a wind." Ning Jiahang opened the umbrella, wrapped his arms around his shoulders to protect it, and turned his face away from looking at him.Knowing that there was no other meaning in his words, his heart was still unavoidably sweet.

"I added a shirt as a jacket, please don't teach my brother a lesson," Jiang Wu took the initiative to help him hold the textbook, "I came from the back door of the classroom just now, and the blackboard is full of densely packed problem-solving steps. Is it difficult for advanced mathematics? Are you tired? It just so happens that my brother has stewed fish head soup, and I will make it up for you when I go back."

Ning Jiahang remained expressionless: "It's not difficult, it's not tiring."

"..." Jiang Wu looked at him sideways, smiling gently, "Jiahang is too smart, my brother is useless."

"It's enough for me to take care of you."

The smile on Jiang Wu's face did not fade away, and he was addicted to the bosom brother's addiction. At this moment, he reached out and patted his hand on his right shoulder, and kept walking.

"Ah."

2.

Ning Jiahang rented a house outside the school gate when he first entered university, saying that he liked to be quiet, but he didn't allow his brother to stay in the dormitory, so he forced someone out to live with him.

It was only after entering Jiangwu that Ning Jiahang's body was half wet. He took off his short sleeves, revealing his sleek arms, and a thin layer of muscles covered with hot and powerful blood.

"You can get wet with such a big double umbrella, I might as well bring two small umbrellas."

Jiang Wu took a dry towel to help him wipe his hair. Ning Jiahang's eyes were blocked, and he couldn't hear any emotion in his words: "Don't go next time, I will find a way to come back by myself."

"You," Jiang Wu couldn't help him, and helplessly ravaged his ears through the towel, "I'm not so weak."

Ning Jiahang refused to let him wipe it, and leaned forward to hug his neck: "Well, you will always live healthy and safe."

Jiang Wu has been in poor health since he was a child, and has always been thin and thin. Even if he is only less than two centimeters away from Ning Jiahang, he seems to be a size smaller than him, and he can easily be completely hugged by his younger brother.

No matter how old he is, he still finds his occasionally clingy brother cute as hell.

Jiang Wu likes to touch his forearm and wrist the most, but no matter how reluctant to push them away, he is worried that he will catch cold and get sick.

"It's time for me to bring out the soup and make other dishes. You go to take a bath, and I will suffer if I catch a cold."

"Okay, I won't do it when I'm tired, I'll do the rest."

Jiang Wu smiled and pushed him into the bathroom: "Go."

The frosted glass door separated the two of them. Ning Jiahang looked at the semi-hard underside of his jeans and laughed softly, "Brother, spoiling is really terrible."

This bath has been long enough, and Jiang Wu was already frying the last eggplant strips when he came out.

It was the first time that Ning Jiahang saw him cooking in an apron. The waist covered by the loose T-shirt was surrounded by the thin apron rope, and his long legs stood straight. What a terrible thing, Ning Jiahang can go back to the bathroom to repeat what happened just now in the next second.

"Jiahang, eat." The two-bedroom and one-living room is not too big, and Jiang Wu had heard him come out a long time ago.

Ning Jiahang wiped his hair, walked over to him and helped him with the plate: "Who did you learn from?"

"Does it look bad?" Jiang Wu took off his apron and sat down, taking Ning Jiahang's meal obediently.

He was ashamed to say that he had been taking advantage of their staggered schedules for half a month to secretly go to the supermarket downstairs to buy ingredients and come back to try it out, while Ning Jiahang had been taking care of his daily life and did not reveal it when he found out.

"It's delicious, but it's enough for me to make it for you. Brother doesn't need to work hard to make these." Ning Jiahang didn't look very happy, but his actions were very flattering.

"It's just that I really want to cook it for you today," Jiang Wu added vegetables to his bowl, "Besides, if you do everything, I can't help you with anything, and it won't make me feel very good. "

Ning Jiahang didn't understand what he said about today's special, but he was secretly happy because he tasted a little bit of his own craftsmanship, and talked more than usual: "Then help me with my homework, there are many high-level math exercises. of."

"..." Jiang Wu angrily stuffed two eggplant sticks into his mouth, "Please forgive my brother."

He has been in poor health since he was born, but his brain is more flexible than ordinary people. The entrance examination has always been a study mode, but because his body is prone to fatigue, he hates doing homework the most in his life.

Jiang Wu watched him swallow before adding: "I'm not kidding, I should share with you, learn to cook and do housework. Besides, you always have to talk about girlfriends, I bother you every day to find you for dinner. Are you still happy?"

Ning Jiahang's face changed slightly, and then he put down his chopsticks to serve him soup, "Brother, when we decided not to live in the dormitory, Dad said he would arrange a babysitter for us, but I didn't. No, I said I can take care of you and I won't let you do these things. Or do you want me to find a girlfriend? "

Jiang Wu was stunned by his words, and he went back and forth in his mind for several answers but was denied by himself, and finally he could only say dryly: "You are still young."

After talking, Jiang Wu was silent for a while, thinking that both of them were juniors, and they were not young anymore, so he took two bites of food in embarrassment before changing the subject: "Why are you so stupid, you do all the laundry, cooking and housework by yourself ..."

"Do you think I'm not doing well?" Ning Jiahang looked at him calmly.

"How could it be?" Jiang Wu was a little anxious, Ning Jiahang was very cold when he was not smiling, only Jiang Wu knew how caring and meticulous he was.

Ning Jiahang wasn't really angry, "You have to drink medicine every day, and I don't feel relieved if others mess with it at home."

"Oh," Jiang Wu stared blankly at him taking out a tissue to wipe his mouth and was about to wash the dishes before he realized: "Ah, don't take it away yet."

Jiang Wu pulled him to the sofa and sat down, then grabbed his hand and made him cover his eyes: "Cover yourself."

Ning Jiahang smiled: "Brother, playing hide-and-seek is better than holding it high."

Jiang Wu rubbed his hair, and put all the prepared things in front of him for him to see.

"Jiahang, happy birthday."

Ning Jiahang looked at him a little speechless.

Jiang Wu was holding a blue cake in his hand, with his usual gentle smile on his face, and his love for his younger brother melted between his brows and eyes, full of it.

Ning Jiahang took the cake and put it on the table. Thinking of his bad tone just now because he cared about his cooking, he blamed himself, "Brother, I forgot my birthday today. Just now... I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry for what you said," Jiang Wu laughed, "I guessed that you forgot, and I will help you remember it in the future."

Jiang Wu lit a candle and urged him to make a wish. Ning Jiahang poked the chocolate sailboat on the cake with his fingertips, shook his head slightly, and blew out the flames of the sea on the sea.

"Huh?" Jiang Wu simply sat on the carpet and looked up at him.

"My birthday wish is the same as the previous few years, so I don't need to make it." Ning Jiahang stared at the cake with a gloomy expression in his eyes.

Jiang Wu's heart ached, he didn't guess what it was, but he couldn't help but think of Ning Jiahang's childhood.Ning's father let him go to school a year earlier than his peers, and the originally unhappy child failed to feel the friendliness of his classmates.

And he followed his mother to Ning's house after he was nine years old. He could understand Yang Qian's feelings and quickly accepted Ning's father. Ning Jiahang, who was half a year younger than him, was always immersed in the sadness of his mother's untimely death, like a lonely little girl. iceberg.

Jiang Wu himself is not an enthusiastic personality, has few playmates, and is not very good at reconciling relations, so that he and Ning Jiahang were relatively silent for a while, and now he always feels lucky that Ning Jiahang is willing to accept him as an older brother.

"Jiahang, you are only 20 years old, you will have the opportunity to get whatever you want in the future, don't be disappointed," Jiang Wu pushed the prepared gift to his feet, "Be happy, okay?"

Jiang Wu compared the length of his new sneakers with his feet. Ning Jiahang was stunned for a moment. Curry's signature was on the upper of his right foot.

"Do you like it?" Jiang Wu smiled and bounced on his knee, "Hey..."

The big dog came unexpectedly.

Ning Jiahang wrapped his arms around Jiang Wu's neck and pushed him onto the carpet, "I like it." I like my brother.

Jiang Wu was tired after struggling twice, and let his younger brother lay on top of him, his half-dry hair rubbing against his neck, and Ning Jiahang's sweet peachy smell after bathing filled his nostrils.

"I went to the dessert shop to make the cake. I specially adjusted the blue color. Jiahang's journey is still long and it will be smooth sailing. Be sure to eat it.