blood relationship

However, the bickering between the siblings never stopped, and they were noisy, but I never saw it without jealousy.

It's been a long time since I took my brother out for a visit.He was still a little boy at that time, he grew up to my waist, and when he went out, he would always hold the corner of my clothes with one hand, as if he would go away the moment he let go.My uncles and aunts and I visited and chatted, left him alone to play with other children, and when we went back to take him away, he would look at me red-eyed, as if it was an unforgivable sin for me to leave him for so long.

And I grew up, and he grew up too.Even the matter of "separation" itself swelled along with it.

I always tell myself that this is the price of becoming mature. My younger brother took the initiative to let me go abroad because of his maturity. Even that little clingy man could bear it.What can't I bear?

If there is a very bright road ahead before him, then I will definitely push him to go on it without hesitation, even if the first step he takes is a bifurcation point, even if he is reluctant to give up one step and turn back three times, I will never hesitate. He will definitely monitor his progress from behind.

He did the same to me.

But it's so bleak to think about, in fact, our situation is still good.

Don't we just go to school in two places? It's not life and death.He can still fly over to see me during the long vacation, why do I play so much by myself.

As the first small long vacation approached, I began to prepare quietly. I tidied up my kennel, bought some decorations that I thought he would like, and found a strategy. I planned to go to the next city with him at that time.I felt that everything was ready, but I always felt that something was missing. I racked my brains and even asked my classmates for help.

There was no result in the end.

I am fully prepared, but for my precious little guest like my brother, no amount of preparation is enough.

When he first came here, he spoke nicely at the airport, but in the past two years or so, he hasn't been here even once.Although there are also my reasons, and there are quite a few of them, but I put the blame on "good fortune tricks people and heaven to fail people's wishes", and then waited for his arrival with more excitement.

My apartment was made like a hotel by me, even Luo Zhi was surprised when he came to visit me.I warned her several times not to touch things randomly, so as not to spoil the most perfect state, but she teased that I had never seen me work so hard.

"Could this be normal?" I said, "My brother is coming!"

He booked the air ticket a long time ago, posted it to me three times a day, and said happily, brother, I'm coming, I'm coming.As a result, when it was time for him to board the plane, I waited for a day without any news.

I clearly remembered the time of his plane ticket. He wanted to surprise me, and of course I couldn’t lose. I calculated the time in advance and went to the airport to wait.A phone call came during the flight, and I answered it immediately without looking at it.

The content on the other side confuses me.

Old Man Yue's voice was quite tired, and his words were not as energetic as before, making it difficult for people to hear clearly.I looked around again, there were people coming and going, and the voices were noisy, probably because of this, I didn't hear the words on the other side clearly.

I asked, "What did you say?"

Old Master Yue said: "Xiao Zhen got into a car accident, come back."

27.

It was three o'clock in the middle of the night when I returned to China. The Yue family sent someone to pick me up at the airport and rushed to the hospital without stopping.The driver told me that my brother woke up during the day and was probably sleeping now, and asked me if I would like to go back home to rest first.I didn't have that thought, I just shook my head and didn't answer.

He was in a car accident on the way to the airport. A small car was speeding in the wrong direction and hit the car that was going over the road.Both the driver and the bodyguard accompanying him were seriously injured. My brother was protected, but he was still young and inferior to others. Due to the impact, two ribs were broken, his internal organs were damaged, and he coughed up blood.The first aid came out, and Mr. Yue notified me.

As soon as I arrived at the hospital, I rushed to his ward. When I reached the door, I dared not open it.

I want to make sure that his injury is not serious, but I am afraid to see him injured.

He hasn't been injured much since he was a child. In the past, my father beat people mainly because I blocked him. After returning home, he was only thrown in the self-defense class at most.I still remember that when he was in primary school, he was injured when he was playing ball with others. His knee was scratched and hurt for two weeks. At the beginning, he ignored the dignity of the boy and cried to me for the pain. When touching his hard scabs, he would be frightened by himself and burst into tears.

Such a child who is afraid of pain has a serious car accident and needs to go to the emergency room.

I stood at the door for a minute, and the driver caught up panting, before I gritted my teeth and opened the door.It turned out to be bright in the ward, and Aunt Lu sat helplessly by the bed, while the person who was supposed to be sleeping opened his eyes and looked towards me.

"He heard that you were coming back, so he woke up after a short sleep." Aunt Lu sighed, "I deliberately didn't call him, he set the alarm clock himself."

I walked over quickly.My brother was wearing a hospital gown, his face was pale, and his lips were bloodless.When I got closer, he turned his head to look at me with difficulty, blinked his eyes twice, and tears flowed out suddenly.

He choked up and said, "Brother, it hurts so much..."

With a sore nose, I stretched out my hand, wanting to touch him.Aunt Lu quickly took out a piece of paper to help him wipe away his tears. I took it and wiped away his tears gently.He still loves to cry so much. Once his eyes were red, the tears couldn't stop. The paper towels were wet one after another, and his eyes were swollen.But now he doesn’t make much noise when he cries. He just sniffs his nose and bites his lips. He loses his strength after crying, and even sobbing is difficult. I leaned over again and put my forehead against his forehead to comfort him: " Be good, stop crying."

"It hurts..." His chest heaved violently, and he spoke three words intermittently.Aunt Lu reminded him not to get too excited, it would hurt if he breathed too much, but he was still so young, how could he control his emotions, shook his head slightly, and almost couldn't breathe from crying.

For the first time, I didn't know what to do. I kept touching his hair, trying to give him some strength.He cried for hugs, but he was lying there, and there was nothing I could do but hold his hand for comfort.

"Does it hurt when brother is with you?" I said.

Before he could answer, I forced a smile again: "That's right, I'm not a panacea."

His eyes and nose were all red from crying, but his complexion was still white and painfully weak.His lips trembled for a while, and then he said in a low voice: "If my brother doesn't accompany me, I will...I will feel like dying from the pain."

I comforted him for more than half an hour, and he was so tired that he finally fell asleep slowly again.Aunt Lu talked with me, and I realized that he woke up quite calm during the day. Everyone thought he was patient. At night, I heard that when I was about to arrive, he still had time to bargain with Aunt Lu to stay awake. He didn’t control himself until he saw me. Can't live.

The driver who caused the accident has been brought under control and his identity is being verified.She asked me if I wanted to go and have a look, but I didn't.The Yue family will handle this matter well, I'm afraid I'll go crazy and beat people as soon as I pass by, and it won't end well.

I stayed up all night and sat by his bed until the sun came up and the light poured in through the window.I didn't take my phone, I didn't distract myself, I just kept staring at his face, my chest was full of pain.

I asked for leave from the school and stayed with him in the hospital, never leaving him.From the second night on, he would have nightmares and sweat in his sleep, and he would only be able to calm down by holding my hand.On the fourth day, it rained, and his wound was so painful that he almost fainted from crying again.

There was nothing I could do, I could only stay with him like this, wanting him to cry out loud to vent, but also reluctant to listen to his crying.

When the doctor treated his wound and changed the gauze, he always refused to let me watch from the sidelines. He said he was shy, but in fact he was afraid that I would feel uncomfortable.He was so sad that he still thought about me. At that moment, I hoped that he would not grow up. I hoped that he would be as simple and innocent as he was when he was a child, and willing to share some pain with me.

He lay on the hospital bed for more than a week, and the initial body cleaning was done by the nurse. He sent me to help him cook porridge.

From the doctor's treatment of the wound to his body cleaning, he never let me see his body once. After a few more times, I felt something was wrong.

During the third cleaning, I deliberately drove the care worker away, and I came in with a warm damp cloth.He was obviously taken aback, he hesitated, said he was sorry to bother his brother, I will not talk nonsense to him, and told him not to move around, and went directly to unbutton his hospital gown.

He was bedridden, but at that moment he almost jumped up, pulled his wound, gasped in pain, and his eyes were wet again.

"Brother, I'll do it myself..." he whispered.

I frowned, unbuttoned all his buttons, and said, "Your brother has never seen your whole body, why are you so shy." Then I opened two pieces of the clothes.

He has kept his promise to me, and he is no longer as thin as before, as if his bones are about to come out.The ribs were tightly bandaged by the doctor, and to my surprise, there was another wound on his abdomen.

It was obviously an old injury, about four or five centimeters, with obvious scars.

I've never seen it before, and once I make eye contact, I can't take it away.

"When was this?" I asked, "Why don't I know?"

He stammered, "I forgot too..." The lie was too obvious.

I let go and took a deep breath.His expression was uneasy, I re-buttoned him and covered him with the quilt, and he called me: "Brother..."

"I'm going to call the nurse in." I said, "Please let me calm down."

28.

If it was just an insignificant injury, it wouldn't leave such a deep scar, and he didn't have to be so alarmed and hide it from me for such a long time.

I leaned against the door, unable to breathe for a while, with my head raised, looking at the