Chapter 57:

Alcohol-paralyzed brain, sleepy Wei Zhe did not notice the sudden change of the young boy, with a slight smile on his face, affectionately rubbed the soft cheek of the other party, and praised: "What a good boy!"
Yes, he must be obedient.
The smile on the corners of the lips is just right, and the voice is soft like a ball of cotton candy, sweet and greasy, and can pull out the sugar silk. Wei Jing said, "Big brother, go to bed, too! It's almost twelve o'clock. ."
"Good." The man replied.
Wei Jing watched the young man walk into the room step by step, watched the door open and close, watched him slowly, with an unstoppable force, out of his sight.
Isn't this life?
No matter how close they are at this moment, in the future, at a certain point in time, there will always be such a woman. She will stand next to the elder brother, holding the eldest brother's hand affectionately, and her voice is sweet and sweet. .
They will sleep on a bed, and in the long years to come, they will lead each other's love crystallization forward.
Do not! Maybe not in the future.
That woman, the woman who captured the heart of the eldest brother in the previous life, has now appeared.
Where are the two of them now? Holding hands or kissing? Maybe in a few months, he will be able to hear the news of his elder brother's engagement. In his previous life, he had seen Song Wenhua once from a distance. It was an intellectually beautiful and generous woman, like an elegant Queen.
The combination of the queen and the emperor is beautiful like a fairy tale before going to bed.
He is the small, timid and useless among them, trying to occupy the emperor's cannon fodder, and is a disgusting harlequin.
Wei Jing's nose was sore, he stretched out his soft hand and rubbed the red eye circles, gritted his teeth, not letting himself cry. He... he is already an adult, and the eldest brother is taking care of himself and pampering himself with all his heart, how can he still have the vicious idea of ​​"If this woman Song Wenhua doesn't exist"?
Big brother is happy, he should be happy for Big Brother?
The little boy shrank his whole body on the bed, his delicate face was buried in the soft silky velvet pillow, and the dark blood vessels could be clearly seen on the back of his bare hands, beautiful but fragile. He was ashamed of his selfishness and blamed himself deeply.
Wei Weijing didn't sleep well this night. He was lying on the bed with his brows frowning. In his sleep, he seemed to be back a long time ago.
At that time, he was working hard to please his father, and there was no gap between him and his eldest brother.
On a clear day, the blue sky was bright like a piece of flawless jewellery. He was lying on the sofa in the living room, holding a book in the finance department that couldn't figure out his mind, the white rose from the old house of Wei. It opened just right, and a faint floral fragrance floated from the window.
Wei Zhe was dressed in a smoky-grey high-end ready-to-wear suit with sharp eyebrows. He spoke calmly about his upcoming engagement.
What did he say? It seemed that he didn't say anything, just a soft "Oh", indicating that he knew it. It's not that I don't care, but I care too much, and don't know what to say? The brain is chaotic, and the limbs don't seem to be their own anymore, they can only sit rigidly on the sofa.
It wasn't until the eldest brother was hurriedly called away by a phone call that he was awakened from the almost frozen atmosphere before.
The ten-year life with my eldest brother before was like a gorgeous and unreal firework. After the most beautiful moment, the sky was completely dark.
Wei Jing looked at the old house of the Wei family where he had lived for a long time, and stubbornly figured out when his eldest brother would get married, and how long could he live here? The gossip from a few years ago suddenly appeared in the brain. Those people said vicious words and belittled him, saying that one day he would be driven away by Wei Zhe.
Aftertaste at this time, the feeling is completely different.
That was probably the first fuse that created the gap between myself and elder brother.
When he woke up from his dream, for a moment, Wei Jing couldn't tell what year it was now. The juvenile's curled and dark eyelashes trembled invisible, and cast a small thick shadow. After some time, he slowly ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth with slippers on the bed.
The bristles of the toothbrush are very soft, rubbing against the white teeth of the teenager, the toothpaste is a cool mint smell, the blue-white foam is between the teeth, slowly but it is mixed with a faint red-he just brushed his teeth too hard, I hurt myself.
The smell of fishy sweetness spread in his mouth, Wei Jing was stunned, and then he hurriedly rinsed his mouth with water as if he had reacted.
There was a slight pain in his mouth, which made Wei Jing completely awake from his bewildered sleep. He rubbed his stiff cheeks and worked hard to pull out a cute smile.
He has made a mistake in his previous life, how can he continue to make mistakes in this life?
Didn’t you say it right from the beginning? Be a good boy obediently, don't cry, don't be capricious, don't grab the company with your big brother. How could the mentality collapse after seeing "Song Wenhua"? He should support his eldest brother. Having a warm home is not something he has always been looking forward to?
He opened the curtains of the room, and the sun that had just risen was bright and fiery red, not dazzling, not scorching, warm and soft.
The brown wood floor is illuminated by the sun, and the dark night has faded, but in this bright world, there are always gaps where the sun can't shine, leaving dark traces.
Wei Jing got up very early today. Just after six o'clock, the concubine was preparing the ingredients. When the other party saw him, a hint of surprise flashed on his face, and he laughed and said good morning, and said, "Today is Saturday, why don't you Sleep longer?"
"I went to bed early last night." Wei Jing replied perfunctorily. He didn't want to say anything at the moment.
Yuesao noticed the young boy's irritability, smiled, and said nothing?
Breakfast is Xiaolongbao from the bread that Yuesao sent yesterday. It has a thin skin and a big filling. Next to it is fresh soy milk that was squeezed that day. The sugar is packed in a small transparent glass jar and put it aside. I want to drink it. How much sweetness is, just add it yourself.
Wei Jing looked at the eldest brother who had just gotten up, the eighteen-year-old youth, his face had faded from the youth's immaturity, handsome and steady.
He smiled and said, "Big brother, you have gotten up. Auntie has already made breakfast. Come and eat!"
"Why did you get up so early today? You don't need to sleep late on Saturday?" The young man raised his eyebrows and said jokingly: "I usually have to go and dig people myself to bring you out."
Wei Jing snorted, "Get up early and go to bed early, and I'm in good health, but I am a person taller than my eldest brother."
"Never mind this!" Wei Zhe waved his hand. He took a sip of soy milk, which felt a little weak, and then added a little sugar to it, "You grow too tall, how can I protect you." Fool, you grow too tall , He can't hold him in his arms.
"Then I will protect Big Brother." Wei Jing's eyes lit up and he felt that he had found his way.
Wei Zhe smiled and touched the tender face of the young boy, and said with restraint: "Okay! I'll wait."
The two had breakfast happily. There was nothing on Saturday. Wei Jing and Wei He cleaned up the bedroom, study and other private places. Finally, Wei Jing stared at his two paintings and made trouble. Wei Zhe Seeing this, he touched his chin and said, "Why don't we hang it in the studio."
"All right!" Wei Jing's previous hesitation was because the studio and the eldest brother's study were connected together. He was afraid that elder brother would not like it. Now that elder brother took the initiative to speak, how could he refuse?
The first painting was the one that Wei Zhe drew yesterday. He liked the soft and cute young boy in it, and he fixed the painting directly behind the desk in his study. As for the second painting, he hasn't seen it yet. The young man's well-knit hands slowly tore open the outer layer of packaging. He moved very carefully for fear of damaging the contents.
The moment he turned the painting over, Wei Zhe seemed to hear a huge boom.
He stood stiffly in the living room, his handsome face was in astonishment, his brain blankly looked at the oil painting in front of him, the charming white rose just bloomed, the sky was blue, and the soft clouds floated like a ball of cotton candy. distance……
The garden in the old house of the Wei family now grows the fiery red roses that Wei He likes. It was not until he later became the head of the Wei family that Wei He retreated to the second line and replaced it with white roses.
And now... in Wei Jing's paintings, he saw familiar trees, familiar flowers...
"Big brother, what's wrong with you?" The young boy beside him called out timidly, as if shocked by the young man's expression.
"Wei Jing?" Even though he was as powerful as Wei Zhe, he couldn't help but become nervous now. He stared at the delicate face in front of him, a twelve-year-old boy, his face has not yet grown, with the tenderness of his childhood. , But those black eyes were clearly filled with things he had seen all along.
The authorities are fans.
Because he was always by his side, Wei Jing remained unchanged in his eyes.
But think about it again, no change is the biggest change? A six or seven-year-old child is exactly the same as his grown-up brother who has been with him for more than ten years in the future. He has never seen this biggest loophole.
He could hear his own voice, "I am Wei Zhe."
The young boy tilted his head, his eyes filled with confusion, as if he was saying-‘Of course I know that you are Wei Zhe and my brother. Do you still need to say this? ’
"I am 28-year-old Wei Zhe." He seemed to be laughing, because he didn't know what he was doing anymore. It was just mechanical, and according to a specific procedure, it was revealed bloodyly. "Hello, Wei Jing, 22 years old, we meet again."
Dense beads of sweat appeared on the boy's forehead, his clear eyes were like a wounded little rabbit, his face was terrified, and his eyes were full of horror.
His fear was like an invisible dagger, stabbing Wei Zhe's heart fiercely.
Why be afraid? Am I not good enough for you? I gave myself everything to you? Are you afraid of me? Really... a big, absurd joke?