disappearing gold

Around 2021.

It was a rainy afternoon. Song Xiaofan caught a cold and rested at home. His mother went to work. He was the only one at home, so the living room was quiet.

He scrolled through his phone boredly, his eyes gradually becoming sleepy. Feeling dizzy and with a cold and stiff back, he wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and huddled alone on the sofa. The snores of a deep sleep gradually began to sound, and he fell into a sweet sleep.

Someone seemed to be banging on the door outside, and he was woken up, "Who is it?"

"Xiaofan, it's me." Cheng Fei said.

Song Xiaofan put on a pair of foam slippers and went out to open the door. When he saw his brother, he said in a tone of no surprise, "Why are you here?"

Cheng Fei rubbed his hands, "Aunt Wang said you had a cold and asked me to take care of you."

"Justice!" He waved to him, too lazy to say a single extra word, and turned around and went back to lie down on the sofa.

In a daze, he had no energy to think about anything more. After lying down for a few seconds, he suddenly asked: "You don't have to go to work?"

"Tell my boss, take a day off." As soon as he finished speaking, the guy's silly laughter came.

"If you're hungry, cook some noodles!"

"Okay, I'll call you after I finish cooking." Cheng Fei walked into the kitchen.

At that time, he had reunited with him after a long absence, and the relationship between the two was as close as when they were children. There was no way they would stay in their stomachs, let alone the next day.

Cheng Fei was as familiar with the house as he was when he was a child. The slight difference is that when I was a child, as long as there was someone at home, a crack in the door would be left in the yard. Now Song Xiaofan lives in a commercial building. Every time he comes over, he has to knock on the door and get a response before he can enter.

However, this does not affect the brotherhood between them.

So Cheng Fei often cooked at his house, and often left only when he was full. He had already mastered the kitchen utensils in the kitchen, and he was familiar with the location of the food, so he didn't explain anything in particular.

Song Xiaofan had a fever of 39.5 degrees. He was so dizzy that he just wanted to sleep. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep.

This time I slept so darkly that I didn't know how much time I had left in the world.

He was awakened by a strange sound. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a familiar figure in his bedroom. Oh, isn't that Cheng Fei? What is he doing in there?

Since Cheng Fei's back was turned to him, Song Xiaofan couldn't see what he was doing inside. His cheeks were hot and his head was so dizzy that he couldn't think. He didn't think too much.

However, after a moment of silence.

Song Xiaofan suddenly opened his eyes, and all the information was spread out on the table! A half-finished picture, and the first two lines of the poem written by his mother according to Song Hui's wishes - he silently wrote it out himself.

Oops, it would be bad if someone looked at something like this. In his opinion, even buddies cannot be contaminated. Song Hui is a corrupt official. If he really left something for himself, what else could he have? It must be a bunch of dirty money.

At that time, the police lifted the surveillance on him and his mother, but could never find the missing batch of stolen money embezzled by Song Hui. Song Xiaofan also vaguely guessed that the stolen money might be something Song Hui wanted to leave to him.

Damn Song Hui, even though he is dead, he is still thinking about this money. He only valued the money and left no other last words.

But since it is dirty money, if the brother is concerned about it, it will definitely affect the brother.

So, he didn't allow that to happen.

But he didn't know how to stop it.

Song Xiaofan closed his eyes, thought for a while, pretended to wake up, stretched, and at the same time let out a long fake yawn, "Cheng Fei, are the noodles ready? I'm so hungry."

"Ah?" Cheng Fei's voice came from the bedroom, surprised and panicked. I really want to know what kind of expression he has on his face at this moment, but it is impossible for Song Xiaofan to expose his brother. He picked up a pillow next to him and held it in his arms, asking in a lazy tone: "What kind of noodles did you cook?"

"Oh, I cooked eggs and lean meat noodles." Cheng Fei said as he ran to the kitchen in a panic at an alarming speed.

Staring at his cat-like back, Song Xiaofan sneered, but didn't show it on his face.

There was a sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen, and soon Cheng Fei brought out a bowl of noodles. The taste of green onions and the smell of fried lean meat are super fragrant, which makes Xiaofan couldn't help but lick his thirsty lips. When he reached the table, he discovered that there was a handful of green onions sprinkled on the noodles.

It turns out that the guy just ran into the kitchen to chop onions.

"Eat quickly!" Cheng Fei got into the kitchen again and brought out another bowl of noodles.

Song Xiaofan finally got up and was helped to the table by a pair of familiar hands. It turned out that Cheng Fei was afraid that he would fall. He smiled and shook him off, "Hey, you still think I'm a three-year-old kid?"

"Since you are here to take care of me, you must provide attentive service!" Cheng Fei resumed his laughter, and the nervousness just now disappeared.

The two of them sat at the table eating noodles. No one spoke. For a while, they could only hear the sound of eating noodles.

Song Xiaofan was chewing noodles, his mind whirling as to how he should ask about what just happened. Although the painting was not labeled with a name, it looked like a very ordinary hill where nothing would be discovered. But the first two lines of the verse have been exposed. Will it arouse the concern of the brothers?

He glanced at Cheng Fei with complicated eyes, then picked up the noodle bowl and took a sip of soup.

After the hot soup was swallowed into his stomach and his stomach began to feel warm, he slowly said: "By the way, what were you looking for in the room just now?"

Cheng Fei had just stuffed in a mouthful of noodles and paused when he heard these words. The noodles were suddenly crushed by his teeth. His cheeks were still bulging and he had no time to swallow.

"Me? When I was cooking noodles, I accidentally saw that the floor in your bedroom was quite dirty, so I went in to clean it up."

This is true, Song Xiaofan couldn't help but feel his face heat up when he thought of this. Yes, he ate a pack of fried melon seeds the day before yesterday. His throat hurt the next day, but he didn't care. He caught a cold again last night, so he had a cold today.

Seeing this, Cheng Fei continued, "After finishing it, I was about to close the door, but I accidentally discovered the paintings and poems on the table. I really didn't expect you to draw and write poems. I'm so envious! I can't understand those, but I I feel that the painting and the poem are quite beautiful.”

Although he cautiously raised his eyes and glanced at him, his words almost blurted out, as if he said them without thinking.

Besides, the paintings and poems on the table are indeed beautiful.

So Song Xiaofan no longer cared. He really thought that his brother didn't know and didn't care.

He ate a lot of noodles and drank soup, and soon he was sweating. Pushing the bowl, he wanted to go back to the sofa and continue to lie down.

But Cheng Fei advised, "It's not too late to sleep after taking the medicine!"

"Oh, that's right!" Song Xiaofan got up and took a pack of medicine, looked at the clean bedroom floor, and fell asleep with peace of mind.

How ironic it is to think about it now, what was on the table must have caught Cheng Fei's attention.

Thinking of this, Song Xiaofan fell into chaos in the void. Afterwards, he completely passed out.

After falling asleep, he didn't know what Cheng Fei was doing. Of course, he couldn't expect Cheng Fei to do anything for him, as long as he didn't add insult to injury.

But can his wish really come true? Let’s wait and see!

Today is the same as usual, two updates. I don’t know if anyone likes this style of writing. I’m used to it and can’t change it for the time being.