blood relationship

Ceiling, eyes empty.I heard the nurse convincing him from inside the door, but he didn't reply, probably panicked and angry again.

It is not difficult to find out the time.

Mostly it was the first year I went abroad, when he was going to come to see me but canceled it temporarily.The weak voice, the video call that I haven't had in months, and the sudden weight loss after returning home, everything is abnormal, why didn't I notice it?

Why did he get hurt and why didn't he tell me?

I took several deep breaths, my heart beating so hard that my chest hurt.I rubbed my temples and went in first.The nurse was standing by the bed helplessly, I asked him to change the water again, it was already cold, so he sat next to my brother.

"Brother, wipe it for you." I said, "Don't cry."

He wiped his eyes with his uninjured left hand, his expression was still disturbed, but he responded, "Um..."

When wiping him, I didn't dare to use too much force.He was raised to have thin skin and tender flesh, just like when he was a child, a little effort would leave marks.And such a body was injured twice, or more times without my knowledge.

The organs in my chest were astonishingly heavy, as if they were filled with sour and bitter water, ready to burst and overflow at any moment.

He acted very uncomfortable, kept looking at me, trying to cover himself but didn't dare to move.Before he knew it, he had also reached the age of puberty. Once a boy develops quickly, his skeleton begins to break away from the rudimentary form of a child, and he has the appearance of a teenager.My hand couldn't help but stop when it touched his waist.I put the wet wipes in the hot water basin and touched his scar with my hands.

My brother's voice trembled: "Don't touch..."

The finger moved shallowly on the surface of the scar, the surface of the flesh was not smooth, and it could be clearly felt by touching it with the pulp of the finger.His body kept trembling, and before I withdrew my hand, he pulled the quilt on the side and pulled hard to cover his body.

The expression looked embarrassed.

I just said: "Next time you get hurt, don't hide it from me."

He replied casually: "Um..."

"Xiaozhen," I called him, "keep it from me, and when I know it, I will only suffer thousands and tens of thousands of times more than before. Are you willing?"

He froze, looking at me like a lost lamb.

I looked at him quietly, but he didn't nod or shake his head.

When I was walking under the hospital, I passed by a convenience store and saw the packs of cigarettes on the transparent cabinet. I rarely had the urge to buy a pack.When people are depressed, they rely on smoking to relieve depression. I also want to see if it has that effect.

But the smell of smoke is too strong, my brother must not be able to bear it.

I sat down on the bench and called Mr. Yue.The old man is very busy, and he cannot accompany his grandson even if he is hospitalized. It is rare to visit once a day.He didn't answer the first two calls. I waited for about ten minutes, then dialed the third call, and finally got through.

I asked straight to the point: "What kind of injury did Xiao Zhen suffer when he was in the first year of junior high school?"

Old Man Yue paused, and said slowly: "You know?"

I said um.

"Oh, it's okay to tell you." He sighed a long time, and said, "The Yue family has a great fortune, and it is inevitable that there will be side branches and enemies."

I was cold from the sky to the soles of my feet.

In the first day of junior high school, when he went back to his ancestral home and played in the garden with his children, he got cut by broken glass. The glass cut into his flesh by more than a centimeter. He cleaned the wound and stitched it up. The month is fine.

This car accident has not yet been found out who did it. The other party came prepared and made all the illusions perfect.

Mr. Yue's narration was neither fast nor slow, but I could hear it through gnashing of teeth.I began to regret letting him go back to Yuejia, I regretted so much, bit my lip, scratched my palms, and finally ground my teeth and said: "He didn't tell me everything..."

My younger brother is still so young, I can't bear to beat him, how did those lunatics do it?

"Of course he won't tell you." Old Man Yue said, "When he asked you to go abroad, he didn't want you to be involved in all of this."

29.

"When he knew you were going abroad, he lost his temper. No one felt well. He smashed the living room and even smashed a vase to vent his anger." I heard Mr. Yue seem to be taking a puff of cigarette on the other side of the phone, He continued, "After losing his temper, he came to talk to me again. After talking for more than an hour, he calmed down. He decided to let you go, and asked me to keep it a secret. Don't tell you."

My eyes were fixed on my other hand as if trying to burn through something.

I asked, "Then why are you telling me now?"

The relationship with Mr. Yue has never been considered too good, nor too bad.The only connection between us is my brother, his grandson, we basically don't have other conversations, I don't use honorifics, and he never asked me to correct it.

Comparing the impressions, his voice is much older than when we first met, and his speech speed has also slowed down, which is inevitable for every elderly person.

"Ning Fang." He called my name, "To tell you the truth, I am very taboo about Xiao Zhen getting in touch with you. It's not that I have prejudice against you. It's just that there is no room for me not to worry about the situation of Yuejia."

I replied: "I know."

"Xiaozhen was brought up by you. After returning to Yue's house, it is largely because of you that you are so obedient." He said in a deep voice, "You can probably guess what I am most worried about. Not much to say."

The bigger the family business, the more worried it will be stolen by outsiders. This can be seen from the fact that he put away those so-called side branches and chose to take my brother to recognize his ancestors.The blood on my palm that I pinched out with my nails slowly solidified, and it didn't look very good in my eyes.

He added: "I'm getting old too, and I won't be worrying about it for long, so I'll see it away. I'm here to tell you this, and I just want to say a word to you."

"What words?" I asked.

"Remember your brother's kindness to you," said Old Man Yue, "don't let him down."

I don't need him to tell me.

My brother is the most important person to me in this world, and no one or anything can take his place.I said it many years ago, I will always be his brother.

My brother continued to be hospitalized for a week.I lied about going out to do business with my senior, and without telling him, I flew back to country C to go through the formalities for suspension of school.

My advisor did not advise me to do this. I would be able to graduate after two more years of study. If I was just accompanying my family, there was no need to apply for a one-year leave of absence.But I was very determined. After completing the formalities, I hurried back to China before I had time to confess to my classmates and friends.

In the past two years, we have been together less and separated more. I always thought that he was mature, so he could endure it.Therefore, once I understood why he asked me to leave, I couldn't move my feet and walked away from him.

He healed neither quickly nor slowly, and he was unable to breathe hard or exercise.It's boring for a boy this age to be stuck all the time, he'll pester me as soon as he sees me, insisting that I read with him or play games with him.

I played a lot of two-player games on his tablet, he played with his injured left hand, I played with my right hand, and I won every game.He struggled hard but couldn't beat me, so he said shamelessly, "Brother is bullying! You can't do this!"

Is there any way to do this, I have already put water on him properly, but he still can't win, the main reason is the food.

He was not convinced, so he dropped his homework and practiced his game skills hard. He finally won the first game after losing to me 32 times. I gave him dinner as a reward that night.

Just like this, he was still not satisfied, and knocked on the bowl in deep thought: "My brother usually cooks for me, so this can't be used as a reward, right?"

I fiercely attacked him: "Enough is enough, I didn't punish you when you lost earlier!"

He smiled flatteringly at me.When I sat down to eat, he moved his chair towards me, picked up a piece of rice with chopsticks, and said, "Then as punishment, I'll feed my brother!"

No matter what I think, he still took advantage of it.

After staying with him for a month and a half, he finally asked me cautiously: "My brother has been on leave for so long...does he have to wait for me to fully heal before leaving?"

I am noncommittal: "Hmm."

"If so," he clasped his hands together, praying like a little magic wand, "then I hope my injury heals a little slower!"

I patted him on the head: "How can you curse yourself like that!" with a vicious expression attached.

He giggled, and then arched his head to rub against me: "I miss my brother so much, it would be great if my brother could stay with me for a while longer."

30.

He said it nicely, but when I really knew that I was suspended from school, he was stunned and didn't react for a long time.I thought he accepted it, and spread out a book, before turning the page, he threw himself on me with a puzzled expression: "Brother, why did you suddenly... I, I actually have nothing serious, can you stay with me for a few months?" I'm so happy..."

"You have a good idea, I'm not here to accompany you." I patted him on the head, "I just study for too long and want to take this opportunity to take a vacation, understand?"

"Brother is lying to ghosts" was written all over his face.

As the elder brother, I could still hold my breath, and just said: "Anyway, the formalities have been completed, so don't worry about it too much. I have studied for so many years, and I will treat it like a salted fish for a year."

I took a leave of absence from school, he was probably recovering from an injury, and had to go back to school, and there were still a lot of extra-curricular tutoring.Fortunately, his tasks have been reduced last year, otherwise with this workload, I would have rushed over to protest with his grandfather.

He didn't complain, and the rebellious period didn't seem to exist.

During the day, he was at school, and I was in a daze in the mansion, or playing games; at night, he went home to study at home, and I listened on the sidelines, barely making trouble.The self-defense class was temporarily changed to theoretical knowledge, his small body could not withstand the fall, and it was time to demonstrate