like the abyss

Lu Yuan fell seriously ill.

In fact, as long as he is willing to give up a little bit, even if he replies a few words, he will not be driven out to freeze for a night, and he will faint from the fever.

But he doesn't.

Like I said, Lu Yuan is stupid and stubborn.

When quarreling, I am most afraid of meeting someone like him. You jump your feet in a rage, but he is indifferent. He just looks at you with silly eyes, which makes you flustered and short of breath, and realizes that you are indeed a fool. Jump down vexatious buffoons.

Lu Jiming was a buffoon in the first place, and what he was good at the most was impotent rage.

He was kicked out and stood under the tree straight.

My mother saw that something was wrong, afraid that I would offend Lu Jiming who was angry, so she locked me in the room and ordered everyone not to let me out.

I could only watch him through the window.

With his head down, he hugged his arms and shook lightly when it was so cold, I could even hear him gasp from the cold.Standing in the first half of the night, curled up and motionless in the second half of the night.The lights in the garden were dim, but I could clearly see that his face was flushed with burns.

The door of the room was locked, and no one answered me when I knocked on the door, so I couldn't get out.

I can't get out, fuck.

Lu Jiming is not worthy of being a father.

I keep my eyes open until dawn.

Nobody cares about him.

He fell down not far from the door, and the servants came and went around him without stopping for a second.

All fucking blind.

No, no, not blind.How can you go around so accurately when you are blind?

This house is too filthy, and there is no scum left, no one is good here, all of them are smelly, dirty, and inhumane.

I jumped out of the window.

I don't know where the guts came from. On the second floor, I am more than 1.5 meters away, and there are three me on the window sill above the ground.

I didn't think about anything, I was as brave as the knight in the fairy tale who went to defeat the dragon to save the princess, the difference is that I was going to save my brother.

my brother.

My brother my brother my brother.

Are you angry?You don't, I do, my brother.

I climbed into the living room from the outer wall of the villa and called the family doctor.Lu Jiming wanted to save face, afraid that he would really die of illness and tell outsiders to know about his mess, so he let the doctor in.

I used to have no feelings for Lu Jiming, but from that moment on I hated Lu Jiming.

It was the first time that Lu Jiming showed disgust at me. Not only was I not afraid, but I was also a little happy.

Really, the more he hates me, the more I feel like my brother, me and my brother, we share the same hatred and work together.

I am not afraid, my mother is afraid, Lu Yuan was taken back to the bedroom, and I was locked back in the room.

They thought I broke through the door, and no one expected me to break through the window.My mother just found someone to guard the door, and I turned out again while it was dark.

I have to see him.

Go down from my room and walk around. Lu Yuan's room is facing the back garden. The window is open, but it is not easy to climb.

I climbed up the tree against the wall, gestured the distance, and thought I could jump in.

Turns out I couldn't jump in.

And there's no one here.

No one dared to take care of Lu Yuan, the servants were far away from this dead room, otherwise the windows would not be wide open.

I hung on the wall, the cold wind dried the sweat on my back, but what I was thinking about was that I had to close the window for him when I went in.

It's really poisonous.

I don't know how long I hung there, every second was like the last second alive, I began to imagine how he would react when he woke up and saw my bloody death under his window sill.

My mother is so mad, I made him sick like that, we have a deep hatred.

If I swapped with him, I wouldn't necessarily forgive, and I might still feel bad luck for his death.

The more I thought about it, the more disheartened I became, my mind was numb and I could only look at my stretched white fingers in a daze.

I thought it was raining when the water fell on my face.

What I saw when I looked up was his weeping face.

Crying flowers—this word is too appropriate, the eyes are red, the tip of the nose is red, still burning, the cheeks are also red, and the tears slide down my chin and hit my face.

He didn't move when he cried, and he didn't know how long he lay there watching.

I guess he was trying to save me.

If you don’t save me, I will fall down and die in a short while, it has nothing to do with him, he relieves his hatred.

Save me, no reason.

I looked up at him, leaning against the wall and not daring to move, another tear fell on my face.

I don't want to die, but I can't speak.

He opened his mouth and spoke very slowly without making a sound. I could understand it from the shape of his lips.

He said "I don't forgive you".

My heart is cold.

My fingers were so stiff that I had no feeling at all. Whenever the wind blew, I would tremble. The more I tried to stick to the wall, the farther away I got from the wall. My eyes were spinning and I felt like I was going to die.

When I regained my senses, I was sitting on the carpet in his bedroom.

He knelt down in front of me, weeping and patting the ashes on my body, and there were bruises on the inside of his arm like a fence protruding from the window sill.

He pulled me up.

I can't even imagine how he did it.I'm about the same height as him, maybe more important than him, I didn't have any consciousness at that time, and I was as dead as a sack.

On the second floor, if you don't pay attention, we may both fall out and die.

I asked later, but he didn't remember.

He didn't remember anything at all, he said he only knew that he woke up and saw me sitting by the bed, and wondered why I was in his room.

Fuck it, really.

I didn't leave that night.

I closed the window--that's why I've hung it so long, I can't forget it.

Then I sat on the edge of the bed and changed his wet veil, because I couldn't even find a piece of anti-fever patch.

He couldn't sleep well, and his breathing was so heavy that only the sound of his breathing could be heard in the room.

I thought about it all night.

Thinking about life - don't laugh, seriously, I'm thinking about how I'm going to live in the future.

Go on, I am the next Lu Jiming, the next scumbag, I will copy his inferior quality and filthy life.Lu Jiming harmed his mother, my mother, and many people I don't know. I am disgusted.

How did you say that? "Give me a chance, I want to be a good person"?

I really do think so.

I want to be a good person.