"Stop talking, okay? The way you look really worries me. He Beifan looked at his drunken brother, and he didn't know what to do.

"What do I look like? What's wrong with me like this, it's anyone's business, I'm fine, aren't I? The more Beichen said, the more excited his demeanor became, making people feel helpless.

"Let's go, go home, you drink again, your stomach will be ruined, brother."

The boy kindly persuaded and snatched the wine bottle from Bei Chen's hand, now he can't let him come nonsense, he is already drunk like this, and if he drinks it again, the result will be unimaginable.

He Beifan couldn't help sighing, and was about to go out taking his brother's hand.

This time, He Beichen didn't have any strength to get rid of him, and just obediently followed behind his younger brother.

His appearance was too embarrassed, and the tiredness on his cheeks did not look like the expression of a young man at all. The boy seemed to be unable to stand, and his body tilted back and forth, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Beifan tried hard to pull him, just like his brother taught him to learn how to ride a bicycle when he was young, and he pulled him hard, for fear that something would go wrong.

Of course, He Beichen at that time was like an unconscious person, and the expression on the young man's face was full of woodenness, and there was a bit of inexplicable melancholy.

It's ridiculous to say that he was the most energetic person in school on weekdays, but now he drinks himself like this.

"I know you're uncomfortable, but I can't help it. And it doesn't make any sense for you to buy drunk like this. He looked into the boy's eyes, and the feeling became more and more sad, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

"I'm uncomfortable, you let me drink it, why don't you let me drink it, why?" He looked at Beichen like a wounded little beast, and he roared because he was in pain.

"Brother, you're drunk." Bei Fan just said lightly, and the young man's feelings for Bei Chen became unfamiliar at the moment.

He really couldn't understand how a calm person like his brother could become so out of shape. "I'm not drunk, I'm sober." Bei Chen's voice was very soft, and it sounded a little indistinct.

"You are like this, I feel very sorry for my brother, don't you ruin your body like this anymore, okay?"

The eyes he looked at him became serious, He Beichen at that time was like a child, if he didn't care about him, he might freeze himself to death in such ice and snow.

Of course, for He Beichen, he had no concept at all, how dangerous it was to get drunk in the winter. Even so, He Beifan couldn't hold back his emotions, Beichen was indeed a little out of line.

Moreover, it was extremely difficult for him to help his drunken brother home by himself.

"Brother, don't drink so much in the future, it's so cold now, you." He was originally just kind enough to comfort him, but he refused to listen to He Beifan's words, and instead pushed him away.

"What's wrong? Why do you care about me? Then He Beichen's body staggered, looking like he was about to fall.

Beifan didn't bother to bother with him when he saw his brother drunk like this, and in the snow, he sighed helplessly. Simply, he put Bei Chen's arm on his body and walked forward step by step.

"You're drunk, you're drunk like this, you don't even know how to be nicer to yourself." Fan couldn't help but mumble to himself while walking in the snow.

He didn't know when his brother had become like this, he was at a loss for what to do, but he didn't know how he could help him.

However, fate is unforgiving, and he doesn't have so much time to take care of other people's lives, and even he doesn't know how to live his own life.

Bei Chen was already unconscious, but he couldn't help but talk nonsense in his mouth, as if, he had suppressed it for too long, but the negative emotions like the one that had been hidden in his heart would sooner or later swallow him like a wave.

Perhaps, his heart is too bitter, and after breaking through the limit, there is no need to endure anything.

"You do this to me, don't you think you're selfish? Why? He stumbled, and his mouth was full of words that He Beifan couldn't understand.

"Maybe, Auntie has her own difficulties in doing this." Bei Fan couldn't help muttering, the boy's voice was low, and it seemed to be talking to himself. But for such a thing, he should have been used to it.

Every time he made a gaffe, he saw it, but there was always a sense of forced acceptance.

He Beichen smiled, but his smile was very weird, and he didn't know what he was thinking. "She won't understand me, she'll never understand me."

The boy's voice couldn't help but become hoarse as he spoke, and even he didn't know why, but he had a very strange feeling inexplicably.

It's as if he was born to suffer, and he can't get anyone's love, and he shouldn't expect anyone's love.

As for the things that made him sad, there were so many things that happened, so much so that he didn't want to care about such gains and losses.

"You don't need her understanding. If she can't understand you, you don't have to force her, do you? After all, she will also have her own ideas. Perhaps, it's not that she doesn't want to understand you, it's just that Auntie has lived in her own thinking for too long, she no longer knows what understanding is, what it means to think from your point of view, and you should tolerate her. ”

Beifan muttered, for fear of making his brother unhappy.

"I should have tolerated her, but did she tolerate me? Why should I tolerate her? ”

Beichen didn't seem to have lost his sobriety, he was just a little weightless.

Beifan didn't answer his words for a long time, just walked forward slowly, it was a snowy winter night, and such snowflakes fell, as if there was no warning, sweeping the entire city.

After a while, a little coldness fell on Beifan's eyebrows, and he held Beichen, and his body felt heavier and heavier.

The snowflakes on the branches of the trees are falling in a fluttering manner, which looks beautiful, but it makes people feel full of sadness.

"Brother, hold on a little longer, we'll be there soon." When he looked at him, his eyes couldn't help but be full of tiredness.

He Beichen didn't seem to hear, his eyes were slightly closed, and the severe headache made the boy have no time to think too much.

He just pressed himself on his brother's arm, he was very relieved of him, but he was not afraid that he would not take good care of himself. And the rest of the tasks were handed over to He Beifan to deal with.

He walked forward step by step, and the feeling in his body became heavier and heavier, as if something was holding him back, which was too uncomfortable.

But in desperation, he still had to keep walking, here, there was still some distance from his brother's home, and he didn't know when he would be able to go.

The north wind whistling with snow is getting stronger and stronger. The boy's face was covered with frost, but He Beichen lay down on his body heavily, as if he was asleep.

After much effort, he came to his home. He Beifan put his brother on the stairs first, and then went to get the key in his pocket.

He Beifan groped with a little difficulty, and it took a little effort to pull it out.

"Brother, wait a minute, I'm opening the door." He Beifan didn't know if his brother could perceive what he was saying, so his voice was very low, but it was also a little helpless.

The door finally opened, but Beichen fell in his direction. Beifan's figure was originally thin and small, and there was a sense of pressure at this time.

"Alright, brother, we're home." He Beifan couldn't help but sigh as he spoke, and he actually felt a sense of relief. His eyes were a little tired, and he couldn't help but yawn.

The boy walked to his brother's bedroom, put him on the bed, and gently covered him with the quilt, but when he left, he inadvertently touched Beichen's hot forehead.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then felt that there was a messy feeling brought about by the fact that he was in a trance, and he was a little convinced, and stroked his brother's forehead with his hand.

"You've got a fever, brother." He Beifan's eyes were uncontrollable panic.

"Do you have fever reducers at home?" He asked softly, He Beichen was already confused, and naturally did not answer his words. Helpless, Beifan could only find it by himself.

His eyes wandered around his brother's room. Then he found the medicine chest on the shelf.

The boy gently removed it, he carefully opened it, and collected the medicine for the fever. He poured the pill and put it in the palm of his hand, and went to pour a cup of hot water for Bei Chen.

"Brother, take the medicine." Fan sat on the edge of Beichen's bed, trying to comfort him. Looking at He Beichen again, the boy's forehead began to sweat, and his eyes were slightly closed, looking like he couldn't open them.

The eyebrows were tightly locked, and they looked pained.

Seeing that he did not answer his words, the boy gently patted his brother's hand. "Brother, don't sleep, wake up, take the medicine first."

His voice grew louder and louder, and his hands shook him again.

He Beichen also seemed to sense something in a daze, he opened his eyes with some difficulty, took the medicine from his brother's hand, raised his head, and swallowed it into his stomach.

"You sleep, I'm gone, have a good rest." As he spoke, he put his brother's arm under the thin quilt, and when he was about to leave, he was grabbed by his brother again.

"Fan, don't go, you are here to accompany me, Fan."

His hands had no strength, but they were hot. He Beifan had never seen his brother so weak, and looking at Beichen's white lips, he also looked a little unbearable.

"Okay, okay, I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving, I'm here with you." His eyes were full of tenderness, and he sat down on the edge of his bed again.