Can’t Be Left Behind

Chapter 12

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I had to get up to school the next day, and I had to be obedient for a few days shortly after I finished the exam. At 4:50 in the morning, I struggled to open my swollen eyes, half of my body from the waist down, struck a handful of the baby in my crotch in shock, and fortunately.

My brother slept next to me, with his muscular arms resting on my body, his face was close to him, and he put on a dependant and harmless sleeping look of a large dog, like a sleeping anemone, bright and beautiful, and sting. people.

I took back the words that praised my brother for being a flower, because he was stuck in me yesterday.

Every step to wash is extremely difficult. If you step too far, you will pull the chrysanthemum and finally move to the sink. The lips are a bit red, and the eyes are swollen like two peaches. The most damn thing is that my tits are sucked so big and red. Is he trying so hard to make Assam milk tea

Before limping and going to school, I wrote the word "abnormal" on his forehead with a highlighter.

Sitting in class, my butt hurts, and the half-sleeved school uniform shaved the two on my chest. I felt uncomfortable. I simply took the book and stood on the back blackboard to listen to the class. Standing with me was the most diligent monitor of our class. The second hard-working academic committee, the third hard-working little glasses, I stood with the top ten hard-working classmates in our class because they were too sleepy in the study at night, and I was ruined all night. The teacher was so touched. After class, he led me to the office and called my brother to praise me for my diligence. I heard the dog fuck Duan Rui on the phone and couldn't help but laugh.

I have to go home today to make him cry and call Dad.

I thought about too many things this day, which is beyond the scope of my brain. For example, why do men have two tits, why do they feel good when they are fucked? Is my brother sucking my nipples because of the lack of maternal love in his childhood? If my brother and I kiss each other not as kissing, then do we count as anal sex as sex.

At the end of class, I didn’t dare to talk to me at the front desk. She took off the red sandalwood bracelet I gave her and gave it back to me, with her beautiful eyelids down, she whispered: "This is very expensive. Give it back to you..."

I squinted her eyes, and she was even more embarrassed, her face was completely red and ripe with tomatoes. I guess it was discovered by her parents and ordered her to return it to me.

It just so happened that I regretted giving this to her, so I hurriedly took it back and put it on my wrist, snapped my fingers to tell her that it was over, and I would still be a friend in the future.

She asked me to take a walk in the playground after the evening self-study. I was not free. I kind of wanted to go back to have a supper with my brother.

A few buddies and I flicked their schoolbags out of the school gate. A Jetta was inserted diagonally on the blind road, with dirty tires and a few bird dung hanging on the front glass.

I turned the basketball in my hand and didn't pay attention. My buddy smiled, "Whose seven-handed Jetta, do I fuck this?" My back fell suddenly, and my head just met the sight of the middle-aged man who got out of the car.

I stuffed the basketball into my buddy's arms, asked them to stop the man for me, and rushed down the path with his schoolbag.

Fuck, Duan Jinjiang fucked up to stop me again.

I deliberately didn't run in the direction of home. If my dad, the dog rascal, knew where I live now, neither my brother nor I would have a good life.

Two legs can't run on four wheels. My dad intercepted me in a community without street lights. He smirked and raised the collar of my school uniform. It's meaty, it seems that Duan Rui raised me well.

I had nowhere to go back against the residential wall. Fortunately, it was not hot tonight, and the zipper of my school uniform was pulled, otherwise he would see the Armani short sleeves inside.

Duan Jinjiang took out my trouser pocket, then my clothes pocket, took out dozens of change, spat a little, and sneered at me: "The boss has lost his business, why should I give you this little money."

I have fully charged my meal card with my money. Fortunately, the school does not allow students to use smart phones. I do random checks every day. I usually use a cheap old phone in my pocket, which has no payment function.

I nodded and nodded. Yes, my brother is a waste. He can't make a lot of money all year round. I follow him to eat carrots and stewed cabbage every day.

Men can't show their timidity, but my calves are indeed shaking.

I can’t feel the blood connection between me and this man. He sometimes beat me with a belt, sometimes with a moldy wooden mop stick, and sometimes with a knife. I have been resisting, but after every resistance, he will beat me harder. , I called the police when I was young. He was taken into the bureau and squatted for a few days. After coming out, I broke two of my ribs.

Duan Jinjiang searched me all over, and finally fixed his sight on the red sandalwood bracelet on my wrist.

My brother bought this for me last time on a business trip. At that time, I heard his tone of voice. This item was not cheap. I guess it might be worth several thousand? Ten thousand

I'm afraid the old chicken thief sees that this thing is valuable, so he kicks his stomach with a kick, yells, fuck you, eat shit, old bastard, and pulled out the gate of the neighborhood blocked by Jetta with his hands. , Carrying a schoolbag and rushing all the way, there is no police station nearby, I think it's okay to find a traffic policeman to stop him.

Duan Jinjiang became angry and increased the throttle all the way to chase me. My heart was about to squeeze out of my throat, and my alveoli was about to burst. I had never run so desperately in the first-year-old sports and the 1,000-meter long run.

I'm dying.

I admit that I was scared. I was scared of Duan Jinjiang's face from the bottom of my heart. When the Chinese teacher talked about the devil in the Seven Deadly Sins, Asmodeus, my dad's face with blue faces and fangs once appeared in my mind.

Just as I ran across a T-shaped intersection with sparse traffic and dim lights, a black BMW flashed from the fork, like a knife cut between my car and Duan Jinjiang.

Duan Jinjiang made an emergency brake and turned, dragging an arc-shaped brake mark and then almost overturning.

My brother got out of the BMW, stepped on the cigarette butt, and confronted Duan Omi who got out of the car in embarrassment.

They haven’t seen each other for many years because I concealed that Duan Jinjiang asked me for money. I don’t want this kind of mess to disturb my brother’s money. The teacher asked the parents to help me analyze the papers. Only I can disturb him casually.

I looked at my brother, he took off his suit jacket, loosed his tie and threw it back into the car, his eyes were cold and black, and he looked like he was going to be dry.

I remembered the movie I went to watch with my classmates a few days ago. The useless idiot Simba was besieged in a ravine by a hyena. Mufasa appeared, and the mane of an adult lion shone sharply.

When I saw him, I felt stable. My brother was always stable on the occasion, and he could handle everything with ease.

My dad is a bully and fearful of hardship. He confronted my brother with his sorrow, and hung his eyes on my brother’s car. He scolded my brother as a white-eyed wolf, like my mother. He said that I was impoverished. The two drove a luxury car and lived in a villa.

My brother just punches when he goes up. Putting Duan Jinjiang on the ground and lifting it up again, I heard two crisp sounds of bones breaking apart, and both of Duan Jinjiang's arms were dislocated.

My brother grabbed Duan Jinjiang's hair and made the old chicken thief lift up his swollen face, and gave a surly smile: "Dad... Don't worry, you can't do without the medical expenses."

The first time I saw my brother doing a cruel fight, the boss of the company lost his face and pressed the old bastard to his fist. Later, if I hadn't pulled him desperately, he would have beaten him to death.

My brother can't go to jail, I can't let my brother go to jail.

He scratched his fist bones in his hands, and the red blood was sticking to the dirt. Because Duan Jinjiang was rolling around and dodges, my brother hit directly on the road with a few punches.

I held my eldest brother tightly, controlled him, his chest was close to the peak of his manic heartbeat, his angry scarlet eyes gradually calmed down, and looked at me in a daze and anxiety.

I completely ignored my father’s horrified and disgusting expression when he was watching, and I rolled up and kissed my brother, who was resting on the road tooth, and I straddled him and kissed him, whispering to him, good fight. Then kissed him again.

His heartbeat slowed down a lot, he put his head on my shoulder in silence, and stroked the scar on my back with his palm through the uniform. He thought he was comforting me, but I was actually comforting him.