Chapter 26: Why are you like my brother

Qiao Yang was driving and hearing Mo Yu was going to Ye Mei to sing, he slightly frowned and looked at him: "Sing? Let's take a rest and go home today."
Having just experienced a cyber storm, what Mo Yu needs most is rest and mood adjustment.
Mo Yu looked relaxed and smiled: "Don't worry, I'm fine. And now I am in a good mood. I want to sing a few songs and let my mood go."
Mo Yu's smile came from the heart. The gloomy eyebrows stretched out, washed away the haggard face, and the whole person looked clear.
Seeing that he insisted on going, Qiao Yang didn't stop him: "Okay, you will drive my car to go. If you have any problems, call me, don't hide it."
Mo Yu said with an "um".
His heart was filled with emotions, which made him want to laugh with joy and cry with emotion.
At first, when Qiao Yang refused to let him call him Qiao Shao, he was not used to it.
In the past, he always felt unworthy of Qiao Yang's identity, so he always lowered his posture unconsciously around Qiao Yang.
Even being friends don't think it can be high.
Even thinking that if Qiao Yang still likes him as much as before, he is willing to do anything with him.
In the final analysis, after several years of hard work but no return, he has the strength but no stage to let him show his skills and hesitated.
Finally understood how weak he was in front of power.
Let him have a self-defeating heart.
--- Forced to yield to reality.
However, just now he saw Qiao Yang help him out on the spot, and sanctioned the Jane that brought him almost devastating disaster on the spot.
At that moment, he was in high spirits.
Qiao Yang really regarded him as a friend, worried that he could not think of giving him a chance to relieve his anger on the spot, and protect him with what he could.
He also wanted to return Qiao Yang, as his most cherished friend.
Before that, he must become stronger.
Until one day you can stand on the stage with starlight, you can truly become a friend with Qiao Yang.
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When he got home, Mo Yu packed up his singing clothes, put his guitar on his back and said goodbye to Qiao Yang.
When I went out, I ran into Gu Ye who came to the banquet.
There is also a bottle of wine in his hand.
Mo Yu:...
Gu Ye looked at him condescendingly, and his voice rose slightly, "Go out?"
Asked knowingly.
It's not that you deliberately arranged work for me.
He only dared to refute silently in his heart. She shrank her shoulders and said, "Yes, you and Qiao Yang have a good meal, I won't disturb you."
After speaking, he quickly slipped away.
Mo Yu: Ah, ah, I hope President Gu will stop looking at him with the eyes of his rivals.
It's really scary!
In the room, Qiao Yang also saw Gu Ye standing outside the door carrying a wine.
The door was clearly opened, but the man stood at the door politely, as if he was about to raise his hand and press the doorbell.
Qiao Yang greeted him to come in: "What is Mr. Gu being polite. You come in first, and I'll change a suit."
"it is good."
Gu Ye lifted his foot into the entrance, and glanced at the declining elevator before closing the door.
The little bulb is gone, and I am in a good mood.
This is the second time that he has entered Qiao Yang's house, and the house seems to have a lot of life aura than the last time.
There are some convenient small appliances on the counters. There are carpets and cushions on the floor. There are vases on the dining table and a few pots of green plants beside the sofa.
Simple and warm.
Gu Ye looked at the changes in the living room and asked: "You have a bed at home."
His voice is not loud, but only two people are quiet indoors. The bedroom door was not closed, and Qiao Yang, who was undressing, could hear clearly.
"Yes, the bed has only been shipped these days."
Qiao Yang replied, thinking again: Nothing.
He stretched his head out of the door and asked, "How does Mr. Gu know that there is no bed in my bedroom?"
He had just taken off his shirt to reveal half of his shoulder, cold white with a moist glow, slightly thin but not thin.
The exposed upper arm is covered with a thin layer of muscles, which outlines smooth and tough lines.
Going down your shoulders, you can vaguely see a protruding collarbone and a small piece of smooth chest.
It was blocked by the door wall below.
The handsome and handsome man looked at him questioningly, defenselessly. I don't know what the people watching him are thinking about.
Gu Ye stood in the distance, watching him motionless.
His deep eyes flickered. He suppressed some emotions, and his voice was low and slow: "The night you were drunk, I knew when I sent you home."
It turned out to be so.
Qiao Yang retracted into the room and continued to dress.
He drank fragments that night, and when he woke up, he found himself lying on the sofa, covered in quilts.
I thought it was Gu Ye who helped him in and covered him with a quilt.
Gu Ye is really good.
Qiao Yang thought so in his heart, but didn't know that the man outside was suppressing some crazy conjectures in his heart.
He changed into a set of light gray home clothes and walked out of the bedroom with a little smile: "It really caused Mr. Gu to trouble that night. I'll make good food for you in a while."
The soft cotton fabric makes him soft and warm, without the aggressiveness of doing my part in front of Jianxing.
When you are tough, you will not give up and your means will be resolute.
When it is gentle, it is like a spring breeze and drizzle, nourishing people's hearts.
The deep peach blossom eyes returned to calm, and then became soft. He asked: "You really know how to cook?"
It is already a pleasure for Qiao Yang to invite him to dinner.
So he didn't want Qiao Yang to cook at all. I also ordered dinner in a private kitchen, and I can deliver it anytime.
"Hey, you still don't believe me."
Qiao Yang walked into the kitchen, put on an apron, rolled up his sleeves, and said confidently and playfully, "Waiting to let you know what God of Cooking is."
It was getting late outside, and the lighting everywhere in the room made the room very bright. The open kitchen can clearly see the man.
Tall and thin.
He skillfully unscrewed the gas, set the pot to boil water, took out the same ingredients from the cabinet refrigerator, and placed them on the water table for later use.
Gu Ye walked over to help, and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Qiao Yang took a handful of pasta, shook it in front of him, and said:
"Didn't you bring a bottle of brandy. I made pasta with shrimps and truffles, served with a salad, and cut some cheese for the wine. How about?"
"Row."
Gu Ye nodded: "I didn't expect that Young Master Qiao would really cook, learned while studying abroad?"
Qiao Yang just smiled.
In fact, he can only do simple things.
That year, Qiao Sheng took him out of the relatives who adopted them and lived in a rental house close to his elementary school.
In order to make money, Qiao Sheng, who had just turned eighteen, was selling drinks in a nightclub.
Every night when he came back, he would go to the bathroom to induce vomiting and spit out the excess alcohol in his stomach.
In order to make him more comfortable, Qiao Yang cooked a bowl of soft noodles before he went home.
In the small kitchen, the dim light, the thin figure of a ten-year-old boy was busy.
He awkwardly and carefully boiled the noodles, and finally beat an egg, sprinkled green onion and salt.
Qiao Sheng eats a bowl of noodles with clear soup and water.
Gu Ye couldn't help in the kitchen, he didn't even know how to wash vegetables.
From a young age, he has dedicated personnel to take care of his food, clothing, housing and transportation, and he does not need to spend time on such trivial things in life.
Even looking at the scene in front of him, he had an unreal feeling.
The tall and thin man wears a dark-toned plaid apron. The straps of the two aprons on the back are crossed, which outlines his slightly slender and straight waist.
He skillfully turned the dishes in the wok, and the gurgling pot beside him was steaming white, curling up beside him.
Everything is a fresh feeling, but it is full of the breath of life.
It seems that people live, not just to climb up, but to get more benefits.
You can also pursue this kind of ordinary, ordinary fireworks.
Qiao Yang----This man always shows an unexpected side and attracts him.
Today, this side can be poke into the heart, and it is truly warm.
With him, is it possible to be so comfortable every day?
It only took Qiao Yang half an hour to put out the food: "Mr Gu, are you going to eat?"
Two portions are mixed with tomato sauce with truffles and shrimps, and the fried pasta has an attractive color.
Two plates of vegetable salad, fresh and green, topped with this shredded cheese.
Very simple dinner, but very appetizing.
The two sit at the table and prepare to move.
Gu Ye opened the brandy, took two round-bottomed red wine glasses, placed one hand in his palm, and poured the wine glass in the other.
Qiao Yang's eyes kept staring, watching the amber liquid gradually poured into the cup, and the shaking liquid glowed a little under the light.
Gu Ye raised his eyes to meet Qiao Yang's gluttonous appearance. A pair of Danfeng's eyes were round, and the unsmiling handsome faces did not have sharp sharp edges, but like a child waiting for sugar.
Gu Ye couldn't help laughing.
He pushed the wine glass over, but said: "A few mouthfuls of food before drinking."
Qiao Yang couldn't wait to drink brandy and was knocked down. He was slightly dissatisfied: "At this time, shouldn't we toast first?"
Gu Ye tilted his head, smiling but not smiling: "A toast? What are you celebrating?"
Qiao Yang sat upright, clasped his fists in both hands: "Thank you, President Gu, for helping to protect his friends and helping to get rid of the evil horses of the ordinary people who are illegal online violence, and maintain social peace and justice."
Although it is a joke, it is truly grateful.
Gu Ye was really loyal. In that situation, he didn't hesitate to choose to stand by his side to defend him, which made him very grateful.
This is why he knows that he cooks normally, but also wants to invite Gu Ye to eat.
You can show sincerity if you do it yourself.
Gu Ye smiled indifferently: "Young Master Qiao doesn't need to mind too much. Sooner or later there will be an accident in the company of artists with bad character. Gu's breaking the contract with them is also a precaution."
After coping with a few mouthfuls of food, Qiao Yang drank a few sips of water to dilute the aroma of the pasta in his mouth.
Then he picked up the wine glass and asked, "Mr. Gu, can you drink?"
Very well-behaved.
Gu Ye held up his wine glass, raised it slightly, and motioned to him: "Come."
Qiao Yang stretched out his arms refreshingly, and really came to a toast to Gu Ye.
The delicate and translucent cups leaned and collided with each other, making a sweet and crisp sound, and the amber liquid in the back also rippled, fainting layers of thin ripples, and the water was shining.
The sudden clinking of glasses made Gu Ye stunned for a moment. He held the cup and fell into a temporary stagnation.
And Qiao Yang had already carried the wine glass into his mouth, the light-colored lips contained the glass mouth, the corners of his mouth were soaked, and the upper lip was submerged in the wine.
Putting down the wine glass, there was a shallow light on the upper lip, glowing with a reddish luster, soft and delicate.
I want to rub with my fingertips and wipe him...
He sips, savoring every sip, with elegant movements and a focused expression.
Gu Ye just looked at him like that, forgetting that he should drink after clinking glasses.
The special fruity aroma of brandy and truffle cheese complement each other wonderfully in taste.
Qiao Yang couldn't help taking a sip. After the cup bottomed out, Qingjun's white face was dyed with a hint of red.
He poured himself another glass, resting his elbow on the dining table, shaking the glass with one hand, he asked:
"By the way, buddy, how about changing my name in the future, we are all friends, and you still call me Shao Qiao look strange."
His expression is soothing and carefree.
Gu Ye picked up his own wine glass, and gently touched the swaying wine glass in Qiao Yang's hand, and his smiling eyes were slightly closed.
He asked: "Then what do I call you, Qiao Yang? Or... Yang Yang?"
Yang Yang...
Qiao Yang held the wine glass and fell into a temporary stillness.
It's been a long, long time, no one has called him that.
He gave a low laugh, then held the bottom of the cup to his lips, slightly raised his head and drank it.
Then he took a long breath, with a nightmare expression: "You are free, you can call me anything."
Gu Ye frowned.
He saw that Qiao Yang had to reach out to pick up the wine again, ready to pour it into his empty glass.
He reached out and stopped.
The flat bottle is not very big, Qiao Yang's hand grasps most of the area, and the slender five-phalanges are clearly grasped on the brown bottle.
And it was Gu Ye's hand that was covering it to stop him, glowing with moist light under the reflection of the ceiling lamp.
Gu Ye's palms are bigger and wider, and the prominent joints and the veins of the blood vessels on the back of the hand look vigorous and powerful.
The palm of the hand is warm and soft, and there are slightly rough palmprints on the back of the hand, bringing a comfortable feeling of friction.
Qiao Yang gave his hand instinctively, and the temperature and touch of the man's palm remained on the back of his hand.
Gu Ye easily grabbed the wine glass and put it in his hand: "This wine has a relatively high alcohol content. The two glasses you drink are beyond the range of your body's ability to digest alcohol."
"Can't drink anymore."
"what?"
Qiao Yang couldn't give up.
He wanted to use mellow alcohol to dilute some of the emotions in his heart.
He rubbed it and kept some backs of hands that were not below his temperature, fighting for himself: "Drink some more. This wine has been opened, and it will change its taste tomorrow, what a pity."
Gu Ye shook his head: "No, it's better than if you get up early tomorrow morning with an upset stomach. And..."
After he finished speaking, he suggested with a smile: "Will it be left for two days will not affect the taste. If Young Master Qiao wants to drink, shall we drink again tomorrow night?"
Impenetrable cunning is hidden in the deep and bright peach blossom eyes.
Gu Ye brought the wine, and Qiao Yang couldn't ask for it anymore.
He swallowed, frustratedly holding the cup next to his hand and drank a big sip: "...All right."
The man in front of him never pretends, reluctance is reluctance.
The beautiful Danfeng's eyes glanced at the red wine last, showing nostalgia, and then drooping again.
Pathetic.
It makes people unbearable.
Gu Ye sighed, "This is the last one."
He held the bottle and poured the wine into Qiao Yang's glass again. The amber liquid poured into the glass, only submerging the bottom of the glass, accounting for one-fifth of the capacity.
However, Qiao Yang was not pleasantly surprised by the reward for breaking in.
He looked at the light amber liquid in the glass, but didn't drink it directly.
He fell into a moment of contemplation.
When he looked up at Gu Ye again, he chuckled.
Qingjun's face was stained with the rosy drunk, and his eyes shone with fine light.
He said: "How are you...like my brother."
The voice rose lowly, as if recalling something, distant and calm.
Qiao Yang lived with Qiao Sheng, and fell in love with wine.
But until he became an adult, Qiao Sheng finally allowed him to drink, and it was still a fruit wine with a low degree.
Occasionally, when drinking with Qiao Sheng at night, Qiao Sheng only pours him a glass.
He cherishes what he drank, and sips the mellow aroma of the fruit. Every time I finished the drink, I was still full of thoughts. Baba looked at Qiao Sheng and asked silently.
Qiao Sheng would stare at him fiercely, but said: This is the last point.
Pour him a shallow layer at the bottom of the cup.
After Qiao Sheng left, no one has ever controlled how much he drinks, and no one has given him the last comfort.
Gu Ye was the first.
"Your brother?"
Gu Ye put away the wine bottle and sealed it in the wooden box. He asked suspiciously: "Do your brothers often drink together?"
He found that the relationship between the Qiao brothers was not particularly good.
Qiao Yang smiled without speaking. He picked up the wine glass and touched Gu Ye's wine glass: "Come on, President Gu, let's do it last."
Gu Ye responded to him.
After putting down the empty wine glass, he suddenly said, "It's all friends, do you also change your name? Mr. Gu listens very often."
Qiao Yang asked, "What do you call you, Gu Ye?"
Gu Ye lowered his head slightly and looked at him with a smile: "Didn't you just say that I was...like your brother."
The voice was gentle and slow, but with a temptation like honey.
In the eyes of the smiling peach blossom, there is a hazy color that seems to be drunk but not drunk, but it can affect the mood of the man opposite.
He said: "I am indeed a few years older than you, should you call me too: Brother."