Chapter 2042 What Nonsense Are You Talking About?

This time, the car stopped in the yard. Jian Sangyu heard it and stood up excitedly. He did not dare to go to the door. He could only stand in front of the sofa in the living room and looked eagerly in the direction of the door.

Mr. Gu entered the door first, followed by Jian Jialang holding the urn. Jiang Xing came in last and quickly closed the door. Auntie stood guard at the window.

Jian Sangyu watched Jian Jialang slowly walk in step by step with his head lowered and the box in his arms tightly held, like a puppet on strings, not at all lively as before.

"Jialang." Sang Yu walked towards Jian Jialang with heartache and called him, "I'm here, I'm fine."

Jian Jialang's body suddenly stiffened when Jian Sangyu shouted.

His hand holding the urn trembled obviously, almost not smashing the urn in his arms.

After several seconds, Jian Jialang raised his eyes and looked at the person standing in front of him.

At one glance, Jian Jialang only took one look, and immediately burst into tears.

"elder sister!"

As if he couldn't believe his eyes, Jian Jialang held the thing in his arms with one hand and reached out to rub his eyes with the other hand. Then he reached out and poked Jian Sangyu's cheek. He felt the real person in front of him and Jian Sangyu's. With the temperature rising, Jian Jialang's cries became even more uncontrollable.

"I thought you were gone, I thought you left me and left~" Jian Jialang cried as grievously as a three-year-old child, "I haven't even had time to take care of you like you took care of me when I was a child, sister, you are so It makes me so sad.”

Jian Jialang was crying and suddenly grinned, "Sister is still alive. It's great that you are still alive!"

"I'm not angry with you for making me sad for so many days. As long as you are still alive, sister, I will be happy." Jian Jialang looked at Jian Sangyu like a pitiful little girl, "Sister, I don't care, you have to live a long life, you have to live I have become an old god, and I have dried up all the tears I shed for you in the past few days. When I grow old, you will be the one to send me, and you will shed tears for me."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jian Sangyu raised his hand and hit Jian Jialang on the head, "I'm older than you. If I were to leave before you, who would shed tears for you?"

"I don't care, it's one person at a time, it's only fair." Jian Jialang's unhappiness was reflected in the fact that while he was talking, he stretched out his hand to pull the sleeve of Jian Sangyu's pajamas, and directly used the sleeve of Jian Sangyu's pajamas as a handkerchief to wipe his tears.

"Jian Jialang! Even now, believe it or not, I still have the strength to beat you." Jian Sangyu took a step back with disgust.

He is such a cute and loving brother, such a gentle and clean young man. Jian Sangyu knew that Jian Jialang did this on purpose. He knew that Jian Jialang had a slight mysophobia, so he deliberately vented her anger like this.

After all, she had made him sad for so many days.

"You are not willing to give up." Jian Jialang said in a smooth voice, "Who made me your brother, the only brother in the world."

"Yes, yes, whatever you say is what it is." Jian Sangyu said, "If I hadn't seen you so sad that you were about to die, I would never have let you go."

The two siblings were noisy, making Mr. Gu and Jiang Xing beside them laugh with joy.

Although the two are not related by blood, they are closer than ordinary siblings.

Only siblings would speak so carelessly between themselves.