They all went to eat while get out of class was over at noon. I hurried back to the dormitory to clean up the bed. The lunch break was too short. When they came back to sleep, I would dig through the boxes and close the cabinet to clean up.
There are two mixed apartments and two dormitories in the school. Because I have never lived in the school at the beginning, I did not choose a good apartment. The dormitory conditions of the school are very ordinary. A bed plus a table, and the suitcase is coded in the cabinet behind the door. I have lived with my brother's kind of clean people for a long time, and now I smell the smell of the smelly feet in the house, it's actually kind of kind.
Since I basically couldn’t live in, my bed was piled up as a shelf by my buddies. I just flattened the mattress and hung up the mosquito net. My roommates came back one after another, belching and picking their teeth. Seeing me, I was shocked: "Fuck your mother, the young master went to the countryside to experience human suffering, right?"
I slumped on the railing: "Is there anything to eat? Hurry up and get some money."
They went through the boxes and cabinets to help me find food, and I drank the small sausage and opened the noodles with them before going to bed. Lao Lei's WeChat phone rang suddenly.
"Fuck, annoying."
"Who."
"Who can his dear friend Lin Yu chant."
"Hold."
I booed him with the rest of my roommates: "It's recorded and sent to Sister Lin in the afternoon."
Lao Lei had sex with a girl in Class 3, and the two of them showed their affection every day like glue. After a while, Lao Lei went offline. I took a look at the upper bunk. They were videoing with Sister Lin. He sighed and muttered: Sorry, baby, I didn't see it when I was playing games just now. Don't be angry baby.
The roommates made a booze, and within a few minutes they all fell asleep at the time of the dormitory inspection. Only I did not sleep, lying in bed in a daze facing the screen of the mobile phone. My brother didn't send me a message.
I also want him to send messages to disturb me playing games. I deliberately ignore him, but only ignore him for three minutes, because after a while I will not be able to bear it. After that, he should be angry and blame me for not replying to him. I will be patient on the phone. Coax him, I'm sorry baby.
On the other hand, my brother just didn't send me a message. I asked him what he was doing. He didn't reply to me. I was mad at me.
The lunch break is only 40 minutes. The hot and narrow dormitory has snoring ups and downs, and I feel like lying in the coffin is nothing more than that. I am in a daze with my pillow hands on my back, and I really can’t sleep. I found out a short story of Allan Poe collected by Lao Lei from under the bed. Set to pass the time, mystery novels can take up the most space in the brain to curb cranky thinking.
In the evening, my brother took the initiative to call me. His voice sounded a little tired and asked if I was sleeping well. I couldn't answer honestly.
"Guybao, brother will take you out to eat tomorrow." He kissed me on the phone and told me to bear with him for another day. So what can I do, my girlfriend kissed me, I can't get angry.
My brother said what he said. After class the next day, he was waiting for me in the same place. I looked around and saw no one around. He rushed over and hugged him. He stretched out his right hand to catch me and kissed me on the cheek. , I also miss him very much.
During a meal, my brother's cell phone kept ringing. He was a little impatient and turned the phone to silent and threw it aside. I subconsciously picked up his cell phone, but he accidentally saw his ring finger. The Chinese class is boring, so I drew a ring on it.
My brother intercepted my hand midway, licked his lips and held my wrist to the front of his face like a molesting. My ears became hot, and I didn’t want to withdraw my hands. Fortunately, no one saw us hiding in the box. I climbed onto the sofa and straddled my brother’s lap to face him. He bent his eyes and looked at me mysteriously:
"What is it painted?"
Knowingly asked, of course it was a wedding ring. He just wanted to tease me to see that I was embarrassed, so I didn't bother to answer.
Duan Rui never made sense. He clasped my wrists with his right hand, rubbed my mouth with his lips, and smiled quietly with a volume that only the two of us could hear: "Baby, tell me why I painted this."
I miss him. I want to kiss. I can’t help but chase his teasing lips. My brother deliberately keeps a little distance from me so that I can’t kiss him. I hate the feeling of chasing, just like in my dreams every day. Anxious and frustrated, he broke free from his hand, directly pushed my brother down on the sofa, and rode up and leaned over to kiss him. I am not as skilled as my brother. I would just wrap my tongue with him by feeling and swallow the fluid I took from his mouth. .
I seemed to hurt him, but I couldn't care too much at this time. When kissing at the most ecstatic and craziest moment, Duan Rui patted my back and slowly moved away from my lips and tongue.
He stretched his hand in front of me, and asked me to draw another one for him. At first, my brother stretched out his left hand. Suddenly, his movements stopped and changed to his right hand.
I would definitely not paint him such a naive thing, he has to work in the afternoon, and colleagues will laugh at him. I want to buy him a real one.
I seem to have gradually acquired a superpower. I can judge the degree of his fatigue from the extent and severity of his pats on me. My brother’s warm palms gradually stopped on my back, his breathing slowed down and stabilized, and he fell asleep like this. Now, when I move, his half-squinted eyes will open again, looking at me sleepily.
I touched his eyelashes with my knuckles, and crawled down from him, holding his head on my knees. The temperature of the central air conditioner in the private room was very low. I took off my school uniform and put it on him. The sun was shining outside at noon. I put my hand on my brother's eyes and let him rest for a while. I also took the opportunity to rest on the sofa.
I didn’t sleep for the whole night and stayed up from late night to morning with staring eyes. Actually, I don’t pick a bed, soft bed, hard bed, sofa, floor, bridge hole, as long as my brother is next to me, I can fall asleep anywhere. .
His mobile phone screen kept flashing. I picked it up and took a look. The remarks said "Mr. Song". I thought it was the boss who was not easy to serve and didn't even let my brother eat the food. The moment I accidentally put down the phone, I suddenly saw a line of phone numbers under the remarks.
I am also familiar with the string of numbers starting with 138. This is my mom's mobile phone number. In order to prevent me, my brother can think of this trick to change the remarks. He deserves to be my brother.
I answered the phone for my brother, and there was a deliberately high-pitched, harsh female voice:
"Xiao Rui? Why don't you answer the phone all the time! When shall we go to the house?"
The sound was so loud, my brother woke up suddenly, and his body shook suddenly. I covered his mouth and pressed my brother on my lap and couldn't move.
"Well, when do you want to?" I am very experienced in imitating my brother's tone. Our voices are also very similar on the phone and in the voice. My mother hardly remembers that there is still my son, and only mentions my brother. She couldn't tell the phone at all.
My mother laughed and stopped suddenly, but I still heard the pretended worry in her tone. She said, "Hey, don’t worry, don’t you hurt your arm? Just take it for two days, or take it for two days. ."
I was stunned. The burn on my brother's hand will heal tomorrow morning.
I held the phone and looked down into my brother's eyes. He dodged me and hid his hand in his suit. I grabbed his hand and he twitched with pain.
I was cold all over, took off my suit from my brother, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and saw his forearm wrapped in a bandage with a blood mark inside. I accidentally pressed him when we were kissing. It hurts.
I asked him how he did it. He said lightly that the fish tank was broken and accidentally cut, and I asked him again, our house is a tempered tropical tank, how did this thing break.
I quickly understood, my mother’s little son, fuck, just our so-called brother, your mother, played with a model gun at our house and broke the fish tank. The walls of the fish tank are all tempered glass broken. It’s okay. I didn’t expect the glass top cover to suddenly fall off when Auntie was cleaning up. At that time, my brother was afraid of opening a scoop for Auntie’s head. broken.
He hugged me to comfort me and comforted me gently in my ears. My brother was most afraid of me going crazy. When I got crazy, he couldn't hold me down, and I didn't want to go crazy, but I couldn't control myself. My heart hurts and I have trouble breathing. , Dizzy. Fuck, I might have high blood pressure.
My mother was still arguing on the phone and asked me why I didn’t speak. I picked up the phone and said back to her: "Shut up shrew, take your son out of our house, wait for me to see which leg of your son hasn’t stepped out of the door. I will discount his leg."
My mother was quiet for a while and then yelled at me, scolding me for being untrained, mentally ill, not big or small, and filial piety dragged down my brother. I hung up the phone, took my brother out, and went home.
My brother dragged me back: "Baby, I'm okay, you go back to school first, I will go to the company in the afternoon, let them go where they want to go, don't care about them."
I turned back and asked him: "How many stitches did I sew."
He didn't want to say at first, but later he confessed and sewed eleven stitches.
My eyes were dark, I took a hand against the wall before I stood firm, grabbed the car key from my brother's pocket, and took him home. He also knows that sooner or later, he can't keep it secret. It will drag me for a while. I can't bear to beat him, and I can't bear to scold him.
What kind of person is my mother? She only cares about her little son. A few years ago, my brother worked outside during the Spring Festival to earn tuition for the second year. Because no one was working at this time, the salary was higher. My mother and his family Gathering together for New Year's Eve dinner, my brother took me back to their house after a tiring day, and didn't even leave a hot dumpling. This time, the situation is similar. My mother was busy checking the child for injuries and letting my brother bleed all over the floor. Finally, my aunt took my brother to the hospital for bandaging. His company has been doing a lot of things these days, and maybe she just walked out of the hospital. My brother went to the company.
I turned the steering wheel and felt the smell of blood in the whole car.
"Brother, can I kill people." I asked him.
"No." He raised his head against the headrest and rubbed his temples with closed eyes.
"I promise to stab it to the point and not to kill." I lied, I want to mutilate the body, cut the damn child and his mother into 108 pieces from the fingers, throw them into the sewage well, wait until the biogas accumulates enough, and then fire the firecrackers. I lit it and stuffed it in, hearing a loud noise, and the shattered limbs fell to the ground like rain.
"Baby, no way."
I drove the car into the complex and stopped to the door of the unit, took the elevator upstairs, and the moment I entered the door, something slapped on the door frame by my cheek and exploded. I immediately avoided and turned around to block my brother. , The scum of broken plastic bullets collapsed all over me, and the side of my neck was scratched by the scum. I also played this when I was a kid. This plastic bullet is so powerful that it should have been banned on the market for a long time.
On the coffee table stood a fat boy of about third grade, holding a model gun at us, his mouth beeping, his mother was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and he didn’t move when he saw me. , Gave me a white look.
Am I used to his problems? I took off my school uniform and rushed to the coffee table, grabbed the muzzle of the broken gun, and pulled the child off the table. He fell to the ground and cried. I took apart the parts of the gun and the barrel was bent. Hit him. His mother was suddenly anxious, came over and pushed me away, and painfully patted the boy's scum on his body.
Look, the pro-son also has to be separated from the inside and outside.
I have time to look at the misery of this home. The sofa is full of messy clothes and two suitcases are spread directly in the living room. The floor is full of good and bad toys and snacks. The place where the fish tank was previously empty is empty. There is only one wire port on the top, and there are melon seed peels and orange peels under the sofa. I just knew that my mother came with a few aunts last night and dragged my brother to chat late into the night.
Fuck, who can understand how I feel at this time, I am now madly pinching myself.
There was a pile of rubbish in the corner of the wall, and I could barely recognize that it was a model airplane that my brother and I used to fight together. My brother walked to the trash in silence, sat on the floor that hadn't been wiped for two days, picked up the quick-drying glue piece by piece and put the crumbs together, turned his back to us, tired to say nothing.
He distracted me last night, and then he himself endured this unreasonable chaos, he must also want to end it quickly, just because he is an adult, he has to endure endlessly. Maybe I will become an adult sooner or later, but not yet.
The child is still crying, like a radio with messy signals, constantly making noises. I know that every radio has a switch that can be turned off by pressing it. This child should have it too. I am looking for the button on his body. .
found it. I stepped on his left hand and listened carefully. Obviously, I heard a click, but the child screamed more sharply. Did I press the wrong switch
I stepped on his right hand again.
Seeing my mother stood up hysterically and raised his hand to draw my face, my brother dragged me into his arms and pushed my mother back: "Okay, you can take Fang Yu away, hurry up, Xiaoyan can't do it. NS."
My mother scolded my brother for having no conscience: "How many years ago I told you that the second child was found to be mentally ill, and said that if you throw it away, you can't let it go. Can the mental illness be cured? How much did you spend on him? It's seven figures, this is a bottomless pit! Xiaoyu is also your brother, right? You can spend millions on healing for him, what happened to our Xiaoyu asking for a house?!"
"He's a potential murderer, don't you watch the news? Mental illness ran out to kill people, and you put him beside him. Then you don't know how you died. Mom, please send him to a mental hospital as soon as possible! "
My brother finally yelled impatiently: "Nonsense! Don't be too fucking in front of the child!"
My brother was very fierce when he yelled at others. My mother immediately blushed and wept bitterly and complained: "Unfilial son... Mom raised you so much for nothing..."
This woman can actually make a noise as high as decibels. I searched for her switch, as if it was on my throat. I tried to press her switch to stop her, my brother desperately stopped me, dragged me off the woman's neck, dragged me into the toilet and locked the door.
There was no light in the toilet, only a little light through the frosted glass. My brother whispered in my ear to comfort me: "Yanyan, my dear brother, relax, don't be nervous." He hugged me and slapped me like a kid The back.
The space is too dark and narrow. I have difficulty breathing, and my out of control brain reacts very slowly. I can only look down at his bandaged left hand.
"Okay, don't cry baby." My brother kept wiping my eyes and cheeks, "Good boy, we don't have any disease, Xiao Yan is the best child of brother."
I have been in a daze. I may be born by Duan Rui, because he is the only one who loves me, I am not crying, I am just raining, and my body will grow mushrooms.
My brother held up my face to tease me and made me smile.
I looked up slightly and looked at him with blurred eyes. He was stiff, his expression was a little confused, and he stroked me hastily. I could hear the anxiety in his voice as he calmed me.
Following his example, I raised my hand and patted my brother's back: "Brother, you are so tired. Go upstairs to sleep."
"I'm fine, I'm just afraid of you..."
"I don't kill, I'm not a murderer, brother, don't be afraid."
It seems that every time I tell my brother that I want to kill someone, he is very scared, afraid that I will be taken away, afraid that I will leave him, my brother is so cute, of course I will stay by my side to take care of him.
When we were kissing, we were interrupted by a loud noise downstairs. We didn't bother at first. I didn't expect that the neighbor would come and knock on my door five minutes later and shouted, "Is your car that started with B67C?!" Go and take a look!"
"Fuck, what's the matter." My brother and I looked at each other and quickly went downstairs.
Really, I have experienced a car accident when I grew up, and it was the first time I encountered such a stupid situation. I was shocked. Just now, my mother took her son downstairs. Her son took away the car key that my brother had thrown on the shoe cabinet. He drove the car as soon as he got into the car. With the reverse gear, the car hit the second unit directly. Uncle’s garden is in, there is a dog cage in it. He kept a big golden retriever in it, and the car’s butt was squeezed to death. The floor was covered with brains and blood. The old lady in Unit 2 cried directly while holding the dog’s corpse. Poke and let the ambulance take it away. According to neighbors, it was a cerebral hemorrhage. At this age, he also had a cerebral thrombosis when he was rescued.
My mother was in a hurry, and while protecting his son, she shouted at us, "Duan Rui, Duan Yan! Come on! Come and stop! Come on!"
My brother had to pull his sleeves to stop him out of responsibility. I pulled my brother back. He couldn't beat me with one hand. I pressed him to the ground and gave him two punches. His left hand was bandaged again. A ball of blood oozes, making my brother's face pale with pain.
This time is enough, the old man is mad, regardless of taking a rolling pin and hitting the child’s head with a stick, and he broke his arm together. Fuck me, the first time I saw a real fracture, the forearm part An obvious corner was folded.
I took a look at my brother. He was sitting on the ground with a face full of consternation. After a few seconds, he quickly took me into his arms, and covered my eyes with a suit jacket so that I would not look. In fact, even if I saw the deceased in the hospital covered with a white cloth and pushed to the morgue, I didn't feel anything in my heart, even a little envious. Most of the born and the dead gathered in the hospital, and I was often stepped on by the passing souls. My brother has always treated me as a child, but in fact, I was already rotted from the bones. Seeing my life being cut off and flesh and blood spattering, I was not touched at all.
It seems that I fell in love with my brother for a reason. God always wisely paired angels and demons to prevent them from doing stupid things. This is an interesting balance.