MTL - Paper Plane-Chapter 33

Tang Junhe walked towards Yang Xuan in his slippers, holding a bottle of bruise spray in his hand—it was the half bottle that Yang Xuan gave him last time. He looked at Yang Xuan in the dim light and whispered: "Spray this on you."

"Put it on the coffee table. I'll talk about it later after I take a shower." Yang Xuan changed his shoes, took a change of clothes from his room, and walked straight to the bathroom, leaving Tang Junhe on the spot alone.

In other words, it was just to perfunctory Tang Junhe. Whether he still remembers to spray the potion after taking a shower is another matter. Yang Xuan has been in frequent fights since he was a child, and minor injuries and bumps are commonplace. The bottle of spray was bought when he accidentally sprained his ankle while playing basketball half a year ago, and it hasn't bottomed out after using it for more than half a year.

A bruise still needs to be so worried? His half-brother was really spoiled and brought up. Yang Xuan thought while looking into the shower.

Yang Xuan always takes a quick shower. He simply put on a T-shirt and shorts, opened the door and walked out. As soon as he went out, he was stunned for a moment—Tang Junhe was sitting on the sofa behind the coffee table with the spray in his hand, waiting for him without saying a word, and stood up when he saw him.

At that moment, Yang Xuan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, probably the apex of his heart was pricked gently by a thin needle, it was a little itchy and a little painful. At the same time, he also felt a dull pain in his left arm, as if the man who punched him on the arm at night started to work belatedly—it should be a psychological effect, he thought, after all, he had never fought before. I didn't feel any pain.

Yang Xuan took the initiative to open his mouth in a rare way, his tone was still flat: "Put it there, I will spray."

Tang Junhe grabbed the bottle of spray and stood up, looked at it eagerly and said: "Let me spray it for you, you... I remember that you are not used to using your right hand."

Yang Xuan could think of a hundred sarcasm, such as spraying a potion, what is not used to, such as I am not as delicate as you, but he didn't say anything. Because he suddenly remembered the scene when Tang Junhe helped him write matts when he was a child. At that time, they also reached a "killing and not changing alliance" on the matter of left-handers.

"Then hurry up." Yang Xuan pretended to be impatient, he didn't know what attitude he should use to treat Tang Junhe at this time.

Tang Junhe jumped up all of a sudden, and almost jumped to the side of Yang Xuan. He grabbed Yang Xuan's wrist and tried to see the bruise clearly by the faint street light outside the window. But the light was too weak, and he tried to open his eyes wide, but he could only see the outline of the dark arm.

"It's too dark," Tang Junhe looked up at him, asking for his opinion in a low voice, "How about going to my room, or yours?"

Yang Xuan felt a little uncomfortable. Tang Junhe grabbed his wrist and looked closely. His warm breath swept over it, giving him the illusion that they were very close. And the words he just said suddenly had a hint of ambiguity in the intimacy, which made him feel unspeakably weird.

With a little force, he broke away from Tang Junhe's hand, fumbled for the switch on the wall, and turned on the headlight in the living room. The weird and ambiguous feeling was illuminated by the strong incandescent lamp, and quickly disappeared, and he felt a little normal.

Maybe it was unexpected that Yang Xuan would turn on the light suddenly, maybe it was because his eyes, which were used to the darkness, couldn’t adapt to the glare of the light for a while, Tang Junhe’s eyes suddenly narrowed, his eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he stretched out his hand to rub it, before he fully adapted to the living room. light. He looked up at the headlights on the ceiling, and couldn't help but glance at Tang Xiaonian and Yang Chengchuan's room. He seemed a little nervous, but after he hesitated to speak, he finally said nothing.

Yang Xuan didn't know why he made such a serious matter just by spraying a potion, he sat on the sofa, tried his best to look casual, and urged: "It's not dark anymore, hurry up."

Tang Junhe also sat down, shook the potion, sprayed it twice on the blackened part of Yang Xuan's arm, then stretched out his index finger, rubbed it on the skin in circles, and then Grabbing his arm, he lowered his head and blew twice.

That weird feeling came out without losing the opportunity, Yang Xuan retracted his arms: "It's almost done."

Unexpectedly, Tang Junhe raised his head to look at him, narrowed his eyes and smiled, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes as if he had succeeded.

Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment, and a thought flashed through his mind—this seemed to be the first time he saw his brother laugh like this after he grew up.

When Tang Junhe laughed, his eyes were curved, the eyelashes at the end of the eyes were intertwined, and the gloom in his eyes was swept away, giving people a feeling of innocence. Yang Xuan suddenly wanted to reach out and touch his hair - I don't know if the soft and smooth feel of his childhood has changed, but his fingertips moved slightly, and he held back.

Tang Junhe fastened the cap of the spray, and asked Yang Xuan nonchalantly: "Why do you want to go to the billiards hall to watch the scene?"

"Otherwise?" Yang Xuan glanced at him. He wanted to get up and go back to the room, but seeing that Tang Junhe didn't seem to want to go back, he didn't move for a while.

"I think it's a little dangerous." Tang Junhe held the spray, thought for a while and said, "Besides, it seems that underage is not allowed in the bar, and they still want to hire you. Isn't that illegal?"

Yang Xuan looked at his thoughtful appearance, wanted to laugh, and asked, "You want to report me?"

"No," Tang Junhe hurriedly explained, "I was thinking, maybe you can do something else..."

"Only someone like you will be seen as a minor at a glance." Yang Xuan didn't save face for him at all, he leaned back, leaned on the back of the sofa, and relaxed a little, "Do other things, you give me Find?"

Tang Junhe seemed to have really thought about this question, and hesitated: "I think, how about you teach me how to play billiards? I can pay by the hour..."

Tang Junhe didn't know why Yang Xuan wanted to work part-time - he seemed to have everything, and he didn't need to make money by himself. Yang Chengchuan had given him a bank card as early as when he first came to this house. He was so generous to himself, so naturally he would not treat Yang Xuan badly. But isn’t part-time work just to make money? Tang Junhe thought, no matter what the reason is, Yang Xuan must be doing a part-time job to make money.

Hearing what he said, Yang Xuan couldn't help but laugh: "How much is an hour?"

"What do you think..." Tang Junhe was a little embarrassed, "You decide."

Yang Xuan asked meaningfully: "Aren't you still carrying an IOU?"

Tang Junhe's face turned red, and he stammered: "I, I was in a hurry to go out at night, and I didn't bring any money..."

Yang Xuan hummed softly, as if smiling again: "IOUs to buy chocolates for girls? It's hard work."

"It's not buying, it's exchanging." Tang Junhe was extremely stubborn about the word "exchanging".

Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What's the difference?"

Tang Junhe looked at him, hesitated several times before making up his mind to tell the truth: "If you don't change it, she will give you the chocolate."

Hearing what he said, Yang Xuan didn't react at first, but after a while, his brows slowly wrinkled, and he looked at him: "What do you mean?"

Tang Junhe lowered his eyelashes as if he had done something wrong, and said in a low voice: "You may be angry when you hear it, but... I just thought about it carefully, and what I said last time seemed a little wrong. I treat you, and Zhou Lin treats me Not quite the same, but kind of like how Yingying treats you."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Xuan's usual calm mood exploded to a critical point in an instant. He frowned almost in shock and looked at Tang Junhe, his half-brother—does he know what he is talking about? It's rare for me to have the patience to sit down and ease the relationship with him, but it's surprising that he speaks like this. The last time he said the same sentence as Zhou Lin, Yang Xuan only felt a little weird, but didn't take it to heart, thinking that he was stabbing himself, but this time, he couldn't do the same thing. up.

Yang Xuan's expression turned cold, he looked at him and said, "Are you crazy?"

Unexpectedly, Tang Junhe himself seemed extremely distressed: "I think so too."

Yang Xuan couldn't tell for a moment whether he was making fun of himself or was really troubled by this matter. He just felt that what happened in front of him was quite absurd. He didn't know what to say for a while, and finally threw out a simple and rude sentence: "You Don't get me into homosexuality."

Tang Junhe saw that Yang Xuan was really angry, and said at a loss: "I haven't, and I'm not sure..."

Yang Xuan stood up irritably, and was about to lift his foot when he remembered something. He took out his wallet from his pocket, turned out the IOU and threw it on Tang Junhe: "The IOU will be paid for you, don't go to the billiard hall in the future." After speaking, he walked towards his room.

Tang Junhe stood up immediately, and was about to rush up to grab Yang Xuan, when the door of Tang Xiaonian's room was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

Tang Xiaonian slept very restlessly tonight, his mind was full of Yang Chengchuan's look of contempt for himself after the concert - it would be better to have such a miserable Qixi Festival.

Ever since he was young, Yang Chengchuan has often exposed this sense of superiority, and from time to time he has to show off his superior cultural temperament in front of Tang Xiaonian. It's just that Yang Chengchuan had a handsome appearance at that time, even if he was rotten inside, the sour smell was not so obvious. Now that he is middle-aged, and he thinks he is in a high position, he looks down on Tang Xiaonian everywhere.

Tang Xiaonian knew that he was uneducated, so he had no choice but to hold his breath, but he couldn't breathe, and he kept churning and fermenting in his chest. She tossed and turned until after twelve o'clock, but couldn't fall asleep.

In a daze, she seemed to hear someone talking in the living room, but she couldn't hear clearly through a door. When she looked up, she saw some light from the living room leaking in through the crack of the door.

She was upset, she got out of bed and opened the door to look, and she saw Yang Xuan giving her son a face, in Tang Xiaonian's eyes, it was very similar to Yang Chengchuan when he was young.

"Still sleeping?" Tang Xiaonian, with his hair loose, turned his head to look at the closed door of Yang Xuan's room, walked up and took Tang Junhe's arm, and scolded him in a low voice, "What are you doing with him in the living room if you don't sleep in the middle of the night? ?”

"I'll get up and go to the toilet." Tang Junhe lied.

Tang Xiaonian obviously didn't believe it: "Then he gave you a face?"

Tang Junhe just made Yang Xuan angry, and now he said listlessly: "No, you misunderstood Mom."

"If you tell you to stay away from him, you won't listen," Tang Xiaonian reprimanded him bitterly, "You always go up to him by yourself. He, like Yang Chengchuan, can't find fault on the surface, but in fact he is It's bad to the root."

Tang Junhe lowered his eyebrows and said, "I'm going to sleep."

Tang Xiaonian rubbed his hair gently: "Hurry up."

When he walked into the room, Tang Junhe thought, the person who was so bad seemed to be himself.