Nine Brothers 2

Don't rush to hate because you are afraid of getting hurt, give yourself a chance.

Dong Xiao remembers this sentence was said to him by one of his mentors, and Dong Xiao has the current self.

Dong Xiao looked at Long Jiu silently burning the kang for grandma, and being strong alone, a kind of distressed emotion crept up in his heart, maybe he was distressing himself.

Long Jiu lit the straw and warmed his hands on the fire, then went to Dong Xiao and took Dong Xiao's cold hand to warm her up. Long Jiu's mother watched this scene.

"Is it still cold?" Long Jiu looked up at Dong Xiao for confirmation, met Dong Xiao's pity eyes, even though it was not what he wanted, but for these few seconds, Long Jiu still wanted to have it well.

However, Dong Xiao just smiled lightly, in Long Jiu's eyes, she seemed to be walking out of a painting, extremely beautiful.

"Why don't you wear gloves? Isn't it cold?"

Long Jiu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "I'm used to it."

After the meal, Dong Xiao said at the dining table, "That's the end of this home visit, and I should go to the other students."

Dong Xiao is a teacher, and he is doing home visits to understand the situation of the students, and then give their parents a good environment that will help the students develop morally, intellectually, physically and aesthetically. However, he has no right to interfere with their family circumstances, nor does he have the ability. That is, a little more compassion.

Is there really only mercy?

She doesn't care about Long Jiu's holding hands, she doesn't care about Long Jiu's nostalgic eyes, does she really not care?She didn't know, and didn't think about it, she only knew that Long Jiu's life experience was very pitiful, just like her own, the same desolation, which made people sigh from the bottom of their hearts.

Behind all this, what did she ignore?

Long Jiu's indifference, her decisiveness in killing, her tenacity, her view of rivers like water, and her own non-dislike, seem to be out of her consideration! !

Looking at the back of Dong Xiao leaving, Long Jiu stood in the snow for a long, long time.

For as long as Long Jiu stood outside, her mother watched her in the house. What surprised Long Jiu's mother was that Long Jiu could smoke. Her expression of depression in the snow, deep smoking of the nicotine in the silk, tried to use That little bit of nicotine to numb yourself.

Ridiculously impossible!

Not long after Long Jiu returned to the house, there were quarrels in the room, and some heart-wrenching words.

"You still smoke, how old are you? Even if life brings you a lot of pain, you can't give up on yourself..." Long Jiu criticized excitedly.

Long Jiu smiled, facing his biological mother, a mother who had abandoned her for more than ten years now wants to go with her when she comes back. Mother, right now, she is teaching herself a lesson and yelling at herself, Long Jiu doesn't want to blame anyone, doesn't want to resent anyone, people are always alive, but some things are useless to hold on for a long time, they must be resolved eventually .

"What do you mean by abandoning yourself? After you left, the little living expenses you sent every month were not enough for us to eat. Fortunately, grandma has been in good health these years and has not suffered from any serious illness. Who of you has taken the responsibility of taking care of grandma? But it's okay. You have left me a few acres of fertile land. I don’t need you to teach me the knowledge of farming. I can learn it without a teacher, but I have survived for so many years. The days when I was awakened by the fragrance of food were given to me by my grandma. Now, you come Look for me," Long Jiu sneered, his disdain evident, "You can't have children, are you old? Need someone to take care of you? Where were you when I was five or six years old?"

Long Jiu tells a story that seems to be just a sad one, without any ups and downs.

When the voice stopped, Long Jiu's Adam's apple rolled when her face was colored, and she forcibly suppressed her urge to cry. She didn't want to be cowardly, and she didn't want to be a sad topic in other people's conversations. I don't want Zegang to live on.

Long Jiu lit another cigarette, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down, "Let's go."

Long Jiu walked out of the room with a word, leaving behind the tearful grandma and Long Jiu's mother who just woke up from a broken heart.