Brothers and friends

Qian Ying said with a smile: "It seems that you have made up your mind."

Chen Heng clenched his palms for a long time. Then he said stiffly, "I'm going to the bathroom," and strode away.

Qian Ying looked at his back and sat down leisurely, then raised her hand to signal the waiter: "Please bring me a glass of freshly squeezed watermelon juice with ice..."

Chen Heng went into the bathroom and roughly splashed cold water on his face. Large drops of water slid down the sharp lines of his forehead and cheeks, dripping deep into his collar, soaking a large area of ​​his clothes in front of his chest.

The faucet was suddenly turned off, and the sound of running water stopped. The boy raised his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was covered with a thin layer of mist, softening the sharpness between his eyebrows.

He sighed, looking so embarrassed.

Perhaps because he knew what was about to happen, Chen Heng straightened up, took out a tissue and wiped his hands clean. He felt a sharp pain in the wound, but he just glanced at it briefly.

The tissue that was thrown into the trash can was stained with blurred red dots.

Chen Heng pushed open the bathroom door and unexpectedly met a familiar figure.

The girl's school uniform was out of tune with the decor, but she didn't look awkward at all. She looked like a regular here, with a calm expression.

Chen Heng's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and a faint sense of disobedience came over him.

He moved closer and saw that the girl had already sat skillfully in the southeast corner. There were already three girls sitting there, and they seemed to be waiting for her to come back.

Several people were talking and laughing, and at least on the surface there seemed to be no problem.

Feeling that he was being a little overly suspicious, Chen Heng stopped and turned to walk towards Qian Ying's position.

"Xiao Heng, you're back. How come your clothes got wet when you went to the bathroom? Mom has your clothes in the car. Do you want to go change?"

Chen Heng frowned, his face irritated. "No need."

"That's right," Qian Ying smiled. "The summer breeze will dry you out quickly, so you won't catch a cold."

She reached out to grab Chen Heng's left hand, but the boy dodged it very quickly.

Qian Ying sighed secretly, but her face was still smiling. "I won't touch it. Apply the medicine yourself."

Chen Heng's eyes then fell on the tray handed to him by Qian Ying, and he glanced at the gauze, iodine solution, cotton swabs, Band-Aids and other medicines.

Qian Ying: "If you don't move, do you want me to help you?"

Chen Heng looked at her, lowered his eyes, and skillfully took out a cotton swab to apply medicine.

Black eyelashes drooped on the fair skin, and the eyes that were always tinged with irritation were covered by thin eyelids when she lowered her head, and her black hair was scattered softly.

Only at this time could Qian Ying see a little shadow of his past in him.

He was not like this when he was a child. Back then, Xiaoheng would obediently call for his mother, give her a back massage after a busy day, and put slippers on the table for Xiangrong when he came home. Moreover, he loved to stick to his brother the most. Although he had his own room, he insisted on squeezing into the same bed with Xiaoxu.

"Don't look at me anymore. I've grown up." Chen Heng didn't stop his movements and didn't even look up. "I won't be the person you and he expected me to be when I grow up."

He threw away the iodine-stained cotton swab, skillfully bit off the tear of the packaging bag, picked up a strawberry sticker from the tray and rolled it around the wound on his finger.

Qian Ying stared at Chen Heng's fingertips for a moment longer before coming back to her senses. "Your father and I have no intention of shaping you. All you need to do is grow up healthy and happy."

Chen Heng sneered.

Isn't it ridiculous to say this?

"Then what's the point of always looking back at my past?" Chen Heng leaned forward, staring at the person opposite him. "Don't you think the old me is more memorable and lovable?"

Qian Ying: "...they can't be confused at all. Normal people will like the one from their childhood..."

Chen Heng's eyes darkened and he interrupted him, "I don't care about what you say at all."

Qian Ying choked. It was always like this. The two of them could never communicate properly when they met.

She picked up the watermelon juice and drank it in big gulps. Only when she felt her anger subsided did she put on a smile again and asked, "So what do you care about?"

Chen Heng stared at her steadily without saying a word.

Qian Ying gritted her teeth secretly. This boy looked like he deserved a beating again. It was a pity that Chen Xiangrong was not there, otherwise he would have looked in the mirror and found out that he was indeed his biological child.

"Does that girl know about your last school?"

She elegantly used her knife and fork to cut the steak on the plate. It was well-done. She could never get used to eating beef with blood on it. It made her feel like she was eating raw meat and a large piece of germs into her stomach.

She handed the plate over and placed it in front of Chen Heng, who looked grim. "Eat something. You must be hungry after running around the campus all morning."

Chen Heng mechanically picked up a piece of steak, stuffed it into his mouth, and put it down.

He said, "Chen Xu will be here soon."

Qian Ying paused while eating the fruit. "Why do you think so?"

Chen Heng picked up his phone, lit up the screen, and glanced at the time. "I guess he'll be here in ten minutes. Are you sure you want to continue playing dumb with me?"

Qian Ying suddenly smiled brightly, "You really know your brother. He will be here soon and he even bought you a gift."

Chen Heng: "I will accept it."

Qian Ying said in surprise: "I knew you cared the most about Xiaoxu. When he had a fever, you always squeezed next to him to listen to his breathing..."

"Don't go looking for her. Our family's affairs have nothing to do with her." Chen Heng raised his eyes and coldly interrupted her recollection. "Chen Xu has been staying in Jiangyuan City and not going back. Are you worried?"

Both parties at the table knew exactly who that "she" was and what the second half of the sentence meant.

Qian Ying met his eyes, her smile slowly faded, and she frowned in warning, "He is your brother."

"Yes, it's precisely because I knew that," Chen Heng said with a slight curl of his lips, "that's why I didn't do anything ruthless, right?"

"Chen Heng!" Qian Ying finally couldn't help herself and shouted angrily, "How did you become like this?"

Qian Ying's reaction was just as Chen Heng expected. A face filled with anger was reflected in his dark pupils.

Facing her rebuke, Chen Heng leaned back in his chair, his eyes revealing unconcealable fatigue.

He said calmly: "I feel good about being the way I am now."

"So, why did Chen Xu come? Why did you come?"

Qian Ying was stunned, not because of what Chen Heng said, but because of the lingering shadow on his face.

When did her child become so worried?

She looked carefully at the child who was gradually becoming a stranger to her.

"I've clearly left that city. I want to live the life I want and become the person I want to be."

Chen Heng said, "It's only one year, and you are not willing to give me a year."

Qian Ying, who was immersed in her own annoyance, asked in surprise, "What year?"

Chen Heng was unwilling to say anything more. He turned his head and looked out the window. "He's here."

Qian Ying turned around and saw a boy walking towards her from the corner. He was wearing a blue shirt, black pants, and a bright smile on his clean face. When he saw the person in the window, he waved vigorously and trotted in through the door.

Qian Ying quickly stood up to greet him, "Run slower."

Chen Xu smiled sheepishly, revealing a faint dimple on one side of his cheek. He stood obediently, letting Qian Ying help him straighten his messy collar. "Thank you, Mom."

Qian Ying touched his head and said, "You're sweating. Did you walk here in such a hot day?"

"No, the driver took me to the door." Although Chen Xu was still standing and answering, his eyes had already slipped to the boy next to him.

Qian Ying saw his expression at a glance and pushed him, "Look, your brother is there, go ahead."

Chen Heng looked at the snow-white plate in front of him with an expressionless face. The cold brown-red beef on it looked unappetizing.

He turned his head when he heard a familiar greeting.

"Hengheng, you are here too, what a coincidence."

Chen Heng: "Unfortunately, I'm here too."

Qian Ying smiled awkwardly and added, "Your brother and you have a tacit understanding. He guessed you were coming here right away."

Anyone could see that Chen Heng was not welcoming the visitor at this moment, but Chen Xu acted as if he didn't see it and pounced over like an enthusiastic puppy to sit next to the boy.

Chen Heng moved outward, and Chen Xu followed closely.

Chen Heng frowned and gave Chen Xu a warning look, and only then did Chen Xu sit down obediently.

He quickly pulled out a dark blue box from his schoolbag and handed it to Chen Heng, "Brother, this is a gift."

Chen Heng frowned even more tightly, it would be better to call him by his nickname.

Qian Ying coughed, and Chen Heng slowly reached out to take it, throwing it aside without even looking at it.

Qian Ying frowned and was about to say something when she saw a look of surprise suddenly flash across Chen Xu's face.

Qian Ying: ...

"Hengheng, does accepting the gift mean you forgive me?"

Chen Heng picked up the orange juice and drank it all in one gulp. His Adam's apple rolled and he put down the cup impatiently.

Chen Xu said happily, "If you don't say anything, then it's considered as your consent."

Qian Ying poured a cup of hot water in front of Chen Xu and interrupted, "Why did he forgive you? What bad things did you do?"

Chen Xu smiled so hard that his teeth were visible. "This is a secret between the two of us."

Still a secret? What shameful things are there that she doesn't want to hear.

Looking at the two similar faces opposite her, Qian Ying felt so tired that she wanted to sigh.

What a sin she has committed that no one can stop her from worrying about it.

Standing up, she said, "I'm going to touch up my makeup. You two wait here for me. You are not allowed to leave alone, especially you, Xiaoheng."

Chen Heng nodded indifferently. He could endure it for a while.

Qian Ying carried her small bag and walked gracefully towards the bathroom. The two brothers hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they must have a lot to talk about. She walked away happily with an idea that she didn't even believe in.

As she was daydreaming, she suddenly saw a familiar white bag and looked over subconsciously.

There was a girl sitting opposite her at a dining table that was neither too big nor too small. She had long, misty blue hair that was curled up and casually draped over her shoulders. A smile was on her bright features. When she noticed someone was looking at her, she just glanced away nonchalantly.

Qian Ying smiled knowingly. She was indeed still a young girl, full of youthful energy, but also quite tasteful. That white bag was a limited edition luxury product that their company had just launched recently, and it was sold out in seconds as soon as it went online.

The design is really eye-catching, especially the person in front of me is beautiful and the bag is beautiful. I will give the designer a big red envelope when I go back.

Mina retracted her casual glance, just a passerby, and looked at the girl sitting opposite her.

"How about it?"

"What?"

The girl raised her head, revealing a soft and gentle face with a strand of hair caressing her ear.

It was Jiang Qing who should have been in school at this time.