Hehe, the whole world is forcing me to be a stand-in BE version

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**** (The following content is the memory of my brother + first meeting Xue Yi in Hong Kong) *****

Time goes back to the day when I went to Hong Kong.

The reason why I "seemed" to see my brother at that time was because from the back, the figure was exactly the same as my brother's body outline, so that when I saw it at first glance, I was so anxious that I didn't even go to the toilet. Holding back the urge to urinate, he sprinted [-] meters in the mall at the risk of peeing his pants.

After knocking down a large group of passers-by with a grim expression, I finally grabbed that hand.

The hand that once slipped away from my life.

elder brother!

Finally got you!

I grabbed that hand tightly, tears gushing out instantly.

Maybe you don't quite understand why I cried out excitedly at that time, and I couldn't cut open my chest and dig out my heart to prove it to you.

However, the relationship between me and my brother is really deep.

Deep, deep, deeper than anyone else.

How deep is it?

Let me give you an example.

When I was in elementary school, many people probably hated Chinese class, because every time the composition topic was very annoying, many students had to rack their brains to write "My Father", "My Mother", "My Brothers and Sisters" , "My Friends", "My Favorite Person", "The Most Important Person in My Life"...

But I feel relaxed, because no matter which topic I change to, what I write will always be the same, and the protagonist will always be the same person—my brother.

My class teacher was very troubled by this and suspected that I had a serious cognitive error problem, so he talked to me repeatedly.

But I've been a curmudgeon and bad boy ever since.She said, I listen, and after walking out the door of the office, I continued to do what I should, and I didn't even bother to talk to her.

This tactic of cold treatment may be very effective against old fritters from other schools, but it is not so good for my head teacher.

It was a young girl who had just graduated from a normal school, and she had a burning small universe in her heart.Labor and management poured cold water on her every day, but instead of extinguishing the fireball in her heart, it was stimulated even more vigorously.

Specifically reflected in her actions, she used the ultimate move that every student in the world fears the most-please parents!

Me: indifferent face.jpg

Class teacher (patting the desk hard): "What kind of expression do you have! Don't leave after school today, go and call your mother."

Me: "Then you have to go to the cemetery to find her."

head teacher:"……"

Me: "Teacher?"

Class teacher: "Your mother...works in the cemetery?"

Me: "No, she lives there."

Class teacher: "(deep breath with difficulty)...your mother...lives in...the cemetery?"

Me: "Yes."

Class teacher: "(takes a more difficult deep breath)...why does she live in...the cemetery?"

Me: "Teacher, you are so stupid. If a person is dead, where can he live if he doesn't live in the cemetery?"

head teacher:"……"

Me: "Teacher, you haven't spoken for a long time. Are there any other questions? I'll go back to the classroom without me."

Class teacher: "Wait, come back. Your mother, has passed away? I'm sorry, sorry, I don't know, the teacher didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Me: "It doesn't matter, I don't have any impression of her anyway, I was brought up by my brother."

Class teacher: "...do you remember how she died?"

Me: "Crash? Ill? Drugs? You pick one. You're dead anyway."

Class teacher: "No wonder you hate writing "My Mother"... Be good, you don't have to write about this topic in the future. What about your father, do you know his phone number? The teacher wants to chat with your father. "

Me: "He's having dinner with his wife, and he won't answer the call."

Class teacher: "His wife?! Wait, didn't you just say that your mother has passed away?"

Me: "Don't you know? He is my adoptive father and has his own family. My brother and I just registered in his name so that we can go to school. My brother said that he is a kind-hearted man with a soft heart but no skills. When I met my mother by accident, I thought it was pitiful for her to bring two children alone, so she took us in for food. Although he forbade me to call him dad, I still liked him very much. On my birthday, he would take me out to eat at KFC, and he would order the biggest family bucket set meal. If I saved some food, my brother and I could eat for a week. But my brother said that when my mother was there, he treated us even more Well. He didn't come around very often after Mama died. His family seems to hate us very much."

Class teacher: "...So that's the case...What about your biological father?"

Me: "(shrugs shoulders, looks indifferent) who knows, I've never seen him anyway, maybe he died in the cesspit long ago."

Class teacher: "(Surprised) That's your biological father, aren't you curious at all?"

Me: "What is there to be curious about? Anyway, my brother said that my own father killed my mother all her life. He is the world's biggest scum and scum, worse than the snake spirit and scorpion spirit in the gourd doll. I wish he wouldn’t show up. But if I’m unlucky one day and meet him, my brother told me to cover my ears and don’t listen to him. Do you know, teacher, when I was watching cartoons, I found The big villain in the world knows black magic, and children can easily be seduced by him. It's scary. But I'm not afraid. If I meet him, I will never be brainwashed like the idiot on TV. I will bravely hold a knife Just stab him to death like this (stab forward repeatedly)"

Class teacher: "My God! Where did you conjure up the knife?! Xu Yan! Put it down quickly!!!"

Me: "Teacher, why are you so afraid? It's just a little butterfly. A knife."

Class teacher: "Don't talk back! Xu Yan, listen to the teacher, and put it down quickly... Yes, it's like this... Be careful, move slowly, don't hurt yourself... Huh...( Snatch the knife on the table) confiscated!!!!!!”

Me: "Tsk——"

Class teacher: "What kind of expression do you have! Sit down carefully for me, keep your chest upright, and don't show any strange expressions...Your child is really...your tutor is just...your family is really...hey...Xu Yan , the teacher is very serious to tell you this sentence: a knife is a murder weapon and it is very dangerous. You must not treat it as a toy. The teacher is serious. If you accidentally touch someone with a knife, the other party will It bleeds immediately. If you stab someone in the stomach like you did just now, one might really die! Do you know what death is, it just becomes like your mother... Oh, no, no Sorry, the teacher didn't mention your mother on purpose, so don't be sad. In short, you will never play such a dangerous thing again. "

I am--"

Class teacher: "Don't be so impatient, the teacher told you very seriously. Hey... where did you get it? This is not an ordinary fruit knife, it is a controlled knife."

Me: "Really? But my brother has a lot of them under the bed, and he can sell a handful of them for a week's food expenses. You know, he also has longer and sharper ones, which are very smooth. It's like Hold it in your hands like this, first like this, then like that, look at me hahahaha! I hit—then those little bastards who bullied us all fell down. My brother is so handsome! Teacher, let me tell you , my brother is very good, one-on-three, without even frowning, and only uses one hand and one foot the whole time, brother Feng on the road appreciates him, and last time he wanted to accept him as a younger brother."

Class teacher: "Stop, stop, stop! What's going on with Brother Feng on the road? What does it mean to accept a younger brother?"

Me: "Teacher, you are so stupid, how can you not know this? Haven't you watched the movie Young and Dangerous? They are just like the ones in the movie! They are handsome and cool! Brother Feng is all young and Dangerous The boss, the most powerful figure in the entire underworld, looks so fierce and fierce, and there is such a long scar on his body."

Class teacher: "... If I remember correctly, your brother seems to be just a junior high school student."

Me: "Third year of junior high school! My brother said that he will stop studying after graduation, and follow Brother Feng to become a thug, and become a gangster boss in the future."

Class teacher: "...do you know what the underworld is?"

Me: "Hey, I don't understand this. You will know it when you watch the beach. My brother is like the hair brother in the movie, wearing a long black trench coat and sunglasses, followed by a group of younger brothers, and then facing The villain just raises his hand and shoots it. (Signs to a small gun with his hand) biang—biang—bang! Hehe, handsome! My brother will be more handsome than this in the future! Brother Feng said, if he behaves well, he will Choose him as the next gang leader of the Geshi Gang. How about it, awesome?"

Class teacher: "Hey... (presses on temple with headache) Besides your brother, do you have any other relatives in your family?"

Me: "I don't know, I have to ask my brother."

Class teacher: "Then do you have any other brothers and sisters?"

Me: "I don't know, ask my brother."

Class teacher: "Then maybe your mother's friends, colleagues, etc.? In short, they are adults who can take care of you."

Me: "Ask my brother."

Class teacher: "Why do you always ask your brother about everything... Well, what time does your brother leave school?"

Me: "... (vigilance) Teacher, what do you want to do?"

Class teacher: "What else can I do? Of course it's a home visit! How can the teacher feel relieved in your situation. I will come to see me after school today, and the teacher must go to your house to see. It's okay for you or your brother , are still minors, how could the teacher not care about it."

Me: "Ah? Go to my house? Don't want it... My brother is very fierce... I will definitely beat you after he beats you. Teacher, you should not go. I don't want to send you to the hospital. I Seriously, I won’t lie to you, my brother is usually like an iceberg, but if you mess with him, it will definitely explode with dynamite. His fists are so hard, it hurts so much, teacher, don’t go there... ..."

Class teacher: "How afraid are you of your brother?"

Me: "Anyway, no matter what you say, I won't agree."

Class teacher: "A KFC family bucket."

Me: "You won."

Class teacher: "... You are too easy to buy."

After school that day, I held a big bucket of KFC, bouncing around and brought the class teacher home...

Then I was beaten by my brother.

But afterwards, he chatted with my class teacher for a long time.

The expressions of both of them were very serious. My brother still touched my head and sighed, saying, in a situation like our brother...sigh again.

I was young at the time, so I didn't feel the weight of what they said.

After listening to it for a while, I found that what they were talking about was money, money, and I quickly lost interest, so I went to Huzi’s house next door to watch cartoons—my house doesn’t have a TV.

After the head teacher left, my brother took me back and forced me to do my homework.I succumbed to his iron fist, obediently finished writing, brushed my teeth, washed my face and went to sleep.

But my brother didn't go to bed at his usual bedtime.

That night, my brother stood by the window in the dark, looking at the moon in the sky, and stared blankly for a long time.

Then the next morning, at the dinner table, he announced that he was going to high school.

Thinking back now, that home visit actually had a far-reaching impact. If it wasn’t for that kind and stubborn little teacher, my brother might have joined the underworld after graduating from junior high school.

When I was young, I was ignorant and ignorant, and I sold the future of the underworld boss with a KFC family bucket.

But I don't regret it at all.

My brother is so amazingly talented, if he is not forced by life, his genius should definitely be a dragon and phoenix among people, and become an existence that everyone looks up to.

Even if he is temporarily stumbled by poverty, as long as he is given enough time, he is bound to become a blockbuster, flying dragons in the sky.

He is my idol, the goal I pursue in my life, and the height I will never reach.

He is so powerful and incredible.

I never doubted him.

I deeply trust him.

Yet he disappeared.

【162】

******************* (Memories·My Brother·Next)******************

When my brother disappeared, I was in the freshman year of high school. My Faxiao leg fell and became crippled, and the medical expenses were astronomically expensive.

If my family is "poor", then my family belongs to the category of "living is like a miracle".

Anyway, I still have my elder brother, and my adoptive father will secretly give us some living expenses from time to time, so although life is difficult, we can barely live on.

But what about my childhood?

I found out that he had nothing.

His mother is a prostitute, his father is a gambler, he lives in a slum, he is hungry every day, and he has to prevent his parents from appearing suddenly and selling him for money.

So when the doctor showed us the medical list, neither of us could even struggle, and we were in despair.

All of this is my fault. I accidentally pushed me down the stairs. It was all my fault. Why didn't God punish me, but punish me?

I knelt in front of my hospital bed, shaking from crying, wishing I could stab myself twice so that I could relieve my hatred.

In fact, I really poked.

However, it was stopped by my brother.

So I had no choice but to continue to kneel in front of my small hospital bed and cry.

At the beginning, Fa Xiao was able to comfort me calmly, but later on, he couldn't help it anymore.

After all, he's just a teenage boy, no matter how mature he is, he's just pretending.

When my elder brother hugged him in his arms, tears flowed out from my small eyes.

He said, "Brother Bing, why is my life so hard?"

Brother Bing refers to my brother, and my brother's full name is Xu Bing.

I cried and scolded his parents, the school, fate, and even himself while weeping.

But he just doesn't scold me.

He didn't scold my brother either.

My brother and I were probably the only two people who treated him well in his gloomy life.

When I was young, my brother's clothes were wet from crying, and finally wept and passed out in his arms.

At the last moment before losing consciousness, he murmured, "Brother Bing, can you save me, I don't want to be disabled for the rest of my life."

My brother gently tucked him into the bed, kissed his forehead, tucked the corner of the quilt for him, then went out to buy a pack of cigarettes, sat on the plastic chair outside the ward and smoked vigorously, making the hallway The smoke was lingering like a fire scene, and the nurse almost called the security to beat him out.

The two of us were kicked out of the ward and sat on the steps outside the building. I leaned next to him and stared blankly at the corridor.

With two swollen eyes, I can't see clearly. I just feel that everything in front of me has lost its original appearance, and it seems that even the world is distorted.

Neither of us spoke, just sat there quietly.

I don't know how long it took, but I said to my brother: "I used to claim to be the best in school, and I thought I was invincible all over the world. I felt that I was dragged to the sky. You ranked first in the world, and I ranked second. Together we are the strongest combination. But today, I suddenly realized that I am nothing, extremely weak, and just a scum. I thought I could protect me for the rest of my life, but I suddenly discovered that in fact, a little strength in my hand nothing."

I asked my brother, "Why do we have no one to turn to in the most desperate moments of our lives?"

I asked my brother: "We have already lived so hard, why does fate still play with us like this?"

My brother didn't answer.

He handed me a cigarette.

The first cigarette I smoked in my life.

My brother watched me finish that cigarette while choking, then patted my shoulder and said, "Congratulations, you've grown up."

In the concept of gangsters, adulthood has nothing to do with age, sometimes it just depends on a cigarette.

The youth has no worries, and does not know the taste of smoke.

Tasting the benefits of smoking means growing up.

When the pack of cigarettes was finished, the others left too.

He said he went out to buy cigarettes.

As a result, I bought it for most of the night as soon as I bought it.

When it was completely dark and the whole world fell asleep, he came back with a trolley case and shook me awake from my sleep.

Then, under my dumbfounded gaze, my brother opened the zipper of the suitcase, revealing a whole suitcase of red Mao Zedong.

What the hell!

I slapped myself hard, making sure I wasn't dreaming, jumped up from the chair in the ward and shouted at him: "Hey! Brother! You are so awesome! Could it be that you were changed by the savior?!"

My brother was lazily biting a cigarette, raised his eyebrows and showed me a ruffian-like smile.

That smile is still unforgettable.

I don't know how my brother conjured up that box of money overnight, like magic.

All I know is that the money cured my tiny leg.

The rest of the money got me from high school to college.

But my brother disappeared shortly after.

A few days after he disappeared, Brother Feng on the road also died.

It is said that he and his dozen or so scumbag subordinates were chopped into minced meat together.

The scene was so bloody that even the old criminal policeman who had been handling the case for many years felt sick.

Brother Feng is the boss of the Geisha Gang, and the Geisha Gang was the largest gang in the city at that time, killing people, drug trafficking, and human trafficking, doing all kinds of bad things, doing all kinds of evil things, just wanting to make money is simply devoid of conscience, I don’t know how many people dream of Get rid of this big cancer.But helplessly, there are people at the top of the boss, and after more than 30 years of development in this city, the power of the gang is almost unimaginable.Judging from the crimes Brother Feng has committed these years, if he is caught, even if he is sentenced to death ten times, it will not be enough.

Therefore, in the case of dismemberment, everyone clapped their hands fast, and the case almost immediately attracted the attention of all walks of life.

But the murderer was never found.

There are different opinions on who is Jack the Ripper.

The case is complicated and confusing, and even today, it has not been solved.

It didn't take long for Brother Feng's subordinates to fall into a daze. The once powerful and powerful Gang of the World has completely become a legend of the past since then.

After a long time, no one even mentioned the legend, and the Gesta Gang was completely lost in the trend of history.

And also forgotten by time, and my brother.

I don't even know if he's alive or dead.

My last impression of him was that he was squatting next to a box of money, biting a cigarette, looking up at me with a smirk.

And the last news about him on the road was in the private high-end club of the Geshi gang on the night of the murder.

Someone once saw my brother naked, lying on all fours like an animal, with black leather blindfolds on his eyes, a gag in his mouth, and an iron dog ring around his neck, and he was led by a dog chain to crawl forward. .

The moment the box door opened briefly, through the narrow door, that person saw the most lewd and promiscuous scene in the world.

Then my brother climbed in step by step.