old man

It's been a while since my sister left, and the old man is still sitting on the sofa.

Suddenly there was the sound of a key being turned on the door, he looked over, the door opened, and there was a tall figure of a young man.

He simply carried a bag on his back, and was dusty, holding the door, saw the old man on the sofa looking at him stupidly, and walked in.

His eyes swept over the bucket of instant noodles on the dining table, and he frowned.

He threw down his schoolbag, walked to the kitchen, folded up his sleeves, and opened the refrigerator.

The movements were so skillful that the old man thought it was when his younger brother was still in high school.

And the appearance of his sister just now was his hallucination.But all of this is not an illusion. The disposable cup used by my sister is still on the coffee table, full of presence.

When the old man was in a daze, the younger brother came out of the kitchen, with wet hands, he dug out the medicine from the cabinet in the living room: "Come here and take the medicine."

Seeing that the old man was still in a sluggish state, the younger brother frowned, thinking that the old man was still angry, so he ignored him.

Not only did he run away overnight, but he also ruined his stomach by eating instant noodles, who would be pitiful!Not to show him!

The younger brother was about to get angry when suddenly his eyes fell on the disposable cup on the coffee table.

He squeezed the medicine into the palm of his hand, the plastic shell clicked, and he asked, "Who has been here?"

The old man was silent.

The younger brother emphasized his tone: "Who has been here!"

He walked to the coffee table, picked up the disposable cup and looked at it, saw the lipstick mark on the edge, squinted his eyes: "Woman?" He saw the old man's pale face, and suddenly realized: "Has Diqian been here?"

The old man trembled, and the younger brother slowly put the cup back on the table: "She came here to ask you to persuade me, right?"

The old man buried his head, still not speaking.Suddenly, my younger brother threw the cup and medicine away, grabbed the old man by the collar, and dragged him into the bedroom.

The old man cried again, he broke his younger brother's hand: "Don't...don't do this!"

The younger brother sneered: "Why, the woman I love so much is back, do you feel sorry for her?!"

The old man cried and shook his head, still not speaking.

He kept resisting, but was picked up by the young man and smashed onto the bed.The old man was still crying, hiccupping when his clothes were torn apart.

Suddenly, the younger brother stopped all movements.He touched the old man's face tenderly: "You didn't promise her, did you?"

The old man wept silently, and the expression on his younger brother's face gradually sank from holding hope.

Finally, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "I should know how much you love her, why wouldn't you agree?"

As soon as the words fell, the old man saw his brother crying.

Quietly, weeping.

When he looked at the old man, his eyes were always bright, like stars.

His star is gone.

The younger brother lowered his head and kissed the old man's lips, and said softly, "I hate you."