He was thrown down by his own cub again, how could he break?

s eyes!Go to hell!Go to hell! "

"Ah... little..."

He Tianze lost a lot of blood, his strength gradually weakened, and the hand holding He Tianhai dropped powerlessly.

"Little... Ah... Ze... Xiao... Ze..."

Hearing this address, He Tianze suddenly became angry again.

"Don't call me that again!"

But when he raised his head, he saw He Tianhai trying to pull the corners of his mouth, smiling ugly at himself.

He was a little overwhelmed.

The palm of his hand suddenly touched something cool, and he lowered his head to see He Tianhai's blood-stained hand was clenched, and something was placed in his palm.

Subconsciously took it, opened the palm of his hand, a steamed bun with blood on it.

It is the white steamed bun that is served every lunch in the prison cafeteria.

This is a habit that He Tianhai developed for He Tianze.

No matter where you are, no matter what delicious food and fun you have, you should put it in your pocket first, take it home, and give it to your brother.

He Tianze was suddenly hit hard in the heart, silently, but very painful.

He raised his head, and suddenly wanted to take a good look at He Tianhai, although his vision was already blurred.

He Tianhai still maintained that ugly smile, because he could no longer make any expressions.

He Tianze hadn't reacted yet, his expression was dull, but tears flowed down by himself, but the moment they flowed down, he was drowned in bright red blood, looking like a fool with blood all over his face.

Suddenly, He Tianze seemed to have reacted, but also panicked suddenly.

He tightly grasped He Tianhai's hand, but only caught a piece of coldness.

"He...He Tianhai! He Tianhai! Wake up! He Tianhai!...Brother..."

He couldn't go on shouting, because he was really crying, sobbing hard.

The steamed bun in his hand has turned completely red, I don't know if it's because of his blood again, or because he can only see red in his eyes.

He Tianze lifted the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth without chewing, just swallowed it mouthful.

Crying while eating, the steamed buns bulged in my mouth before I could swallow them.There were too many, and his mouth would burst out, but he kept eating.

The blood was still flowing, and because of the mouth was open, it flowed into the mouth, mixed with steamed buns and swallowed,

My heart hurt so much, I cried so hard, my throat was tight, and I couldn't swallow the steamed buns at all, even the steamed buns in my mouth fell out.

But he still lowered his head to pick up the steamed buns that had fallen into the pool of blood, stuffed them when he couldn't eat them, and stuffed them hard.

When the prison guards arrived, he was lying on the ground looking for the steamed buns that had fallen out of his mouth. Because the blood in front of him made him see that everything was red, he could only touch in the pool of blood.

Touching the blood on his hand, he didn't know if there was a steamed bun, so he ignored it and stuffed it into his mouth.

He finally choked himself into shock.

He Tianze was rescued. Miraculously, his left eye was not blind, but his eyesight must be problematic.

When he just woke up, he didn't eat, drink or talk, and just lay on the bed every day, staring at the ceiling in a daze, as if he was going to consume himself to death.

The attending doctor was a young man, but he was very patient.

During He Tianze's last examination before he was discharged from the hospital, he didn't ask how He Tianze was recovering.

"Why not live?"

"..."

"Because of pain?"

"..."

"Will you be free if you die? Maybe it will be more painful."

"..."

"I once operated on a little boy who had little hope of surviving, but I whispered in his ear to him who was unconscious, 'Don't die, someone is waiting for you outside! He's been crying a lot. Sad, he would be even more sad if you died.' And then ... miraculously, the operation was a success and he ... lived to see the man who was waiting for him."

"..."

"You don't want to live because you feel that this life is meaningless and doesn't matter anymore. However, no living person hopes that this heart is still beating. It doesn't mean...the dead people think so too. Maybe... …they are more joyful, even prouder, of this beating heart than anyone else, even yourself.”

"..."

"Live, not for yourself."

Li Nianqing originally thought that he would go through the court torture again because of the murder in prison, but he didn't expect He Tianze, who had recovered from his injury, to bear everything alone.

"Yes, I killed people."

"Kicked to death."

"Why? Disobedient!"

"If you die, you will die, and you will just sit in prison for a few more years."

"That person is...just...damn..."

Li Nianqing returned to normal, hooking his neck like the first time they met.

"He Tianze, to be honest, I originally looked down on you, but this time..."

Li Nianqing reached out and poked his heart.

"Don't worry, I will let my dad find a way to let you come out earlier. From today on, you are Li Nianqing's real brother."

He Tianze still didn't speak, just patted his heart.

"By the way, I didn't expect that kid to be so impatient and die so easily. Heh, I thought he was quite strong and wanted to ask his name. Do you know?"

"...It's just a bug, why bother to know the name."

"Oh, yes. Forget it, let's not talk about that dead man, I will go out tomorrow, come on, let's celebrate tonight!"

"I do not drink."

He Tianze is obsessed with cleanliness, and has regular and numbing living habits.

He doesn't eat street food, doesn't drink alcohol, goes to bed early and gets up early, exercises, and maintains good hygiene.

Because he wants to live, live healthy, and live well.

He wants to be healthy and live a long life,

not for myself,

not for the living,

only for the dead,

Only for the two people I love the most and hate the most.

He wants to live.