The brief meeting with his brother did not make Mingshu feel any better. When Ming Haofeng pulled him away, he desperately hoped that his brother could hold him, like a tug-of-war. He was not afraid of being pulled by his brother.
What he was afraid of was that his brother would not come to pull him at all.
But my brother just followed them downstairs, looked at him, and didn't mean to pull him. He was stuffed into the car like the night before heading to the beach.
When the car started, he saw his brother standing on the side of the road frowning, they were separated from the dark windows, and he wasn't sure if his brother could see him.
There were no guests at home, but to his surprise, Wen Yue came back. He was still locked in the bedroom that night, while his parents and grandpa seemed to be discussing something downstairs.
His window was locked, and the only thing that could be opened was a small window like a skylight at the top, and even if he was five years younger, he couldn't get out of there.
At night, after a sound of footsteps, there was no movement downstairs, and the lights leaking from under the crack of the door went out.
Mingshu was lying on the bed, recalling things not long ago, the most vivid memory turned out to be Xia Qi's brother.
After falling asleep, he had nightmares.
It's strange that he hasn't had a good day these days, but once he falls asleep, he doesn't know anything, there are no dreams, or the dreams are empty. On this day, he dreamed that his brother was in love with Xia Qi, and his brother took away the membership card that he gave him and bought all the cakes in the cafe for Xia Qi. He cried and took the membership card back, and the money left in it couldn't even buy a cup of the cheapest black coffee.
Xia Qi has been calling brother, in front of him.
And he wanted to call him brother, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pronounce a word.
The older brother he was looking at didn't seem to see him at all.
Brother Mingming and Xia Qi stood together, Xia Qi could see him, but his brother couldn't. Later, they turned and left, and he chased out panting, but couldn't catch up, and couldn't make a sound, Xia Qi turned around and waved to him.
He understood what Xia Qi meant.
- You don't have a brother anymore.
When he woke up, he was in a cold sweat and his long clothes and long pants were wet.
Wen Yue came this time to discuss one thing with Ming Haofeng - to pick up Ming Shu and try to raise him personally.
She and Ming Haofeng were forcibly bound together by the Wen and Ming families because of their interests. They hated each other in their early years, and even took out anger at their children. They both missed the first 11 years of Mingshu's life, when he was most eager for parental care.
These 11 years have been another torment for them.
The paranoia in her twenties was gradually worn away by trivial matters and reality. In fact, last year, Wen Yue considered bringing Mingshu to her side. During her father's funeral this time, Mingshu made her feel unfamiliar, and the conflict that followed made her even more afraid.
She doesn't like Mingshu, this child is the testimony of her compromised and failed life. But she is a mother after all, her symptoms have eased, she has calmed down, and she begins to worry that Mingshu will become a stranger who has nothing to do with herself in the future.
She has only one child like this.
As for Ming Haofeng, she is not as disgusted as she was when she first got married. Whether she likes it or not, this man will be tied to her, and even become her support - such as on occasions like her father's funeral.
For the first time, she sat calmly in the living room of the Ming family, said her own thoughts, and carefully tested the Ming family's father and son.
Ming Haofeng was in a daze because of Mingshu, and Wen Yue's suggestion happened to pull him.
The most they talk about here is divorce, and the most nasty words are thrown at each other, but at this time they make peace because of the common child.
They are confident and confident, but ignore the role of time. If it had been a few years earlier, such as when Mingshu first entered elementary school, their smugness might have restored the family love that had been missing for many years, but now it is too late.
The last thing Mingshu needs is the care of his parents and those pale, self-righteous loves.
Early in the morning, Wen Yue went upstairs and knocked on Mingshu's door.
Mingshu woke up from a nightmare and never slept again. When he saw her face, the first thing that came to his mind was how mad she looked in front of him.
"Are you up?" Wen Yue lamely played a gentle mother, even her smile was stiff.
She is very beautiful, but at this moment, she smiles with no sense of beauty, like a mask with well-made facial features, but nothing is right when they are put together, "Go wash up, Mom has cooked porridge for you, and the hamburger is ready."
Mingshu sat at the dining table, watching the sumptuous breakfast, indifferent, and even a little nauseated.
Except for the porridge, everything else is a Western breakfast. What he saw in the cafe last night was Western food, and Western food made him think of Xia Qi in an instant.
Although she decided to get closer to Mingshu, her long-standing habits and prejudices could not be changed immediately. Wen Yue saw Mingshu staring at the dinner plate in a daze, and her mood immediately began to fluctuate. She was disgusted and irritable, and then she thought of the choices she was forced to make. , his tone cooled, "Eat."
Mingshu glanced at her, only moved the porridge, and didn't eat a single bite of the hamburger.
He didn't understand why Wen Yue came, and he didn't know that his parents were planning to take him away or transfer him. He didn't think about it at all. The nightmare at night still haunted him. After dinner, he asked Ming Haofeng a question: "How did you find me?"
Ming Haofeng said, "The kid from the Xia family said you were there."
Mingshu gritted his back molars and lowered his head, his eyelashes hiding the darkness in his eyes.
From this day on, the days seem to be different. Ming Haofeng no longer keeps Mingshu locked up, but he still does not let him go to the Xiao family, and he never mentions the people of the Xiao family, as if there is some kind of devil's nest there.
Wen Yue took him to the mall, picked out several sets of new clothes, and took him to a luxurious restaurant to ask him if he was happy.
He didn't know what to be happy about.
He has been to restaurants and shopping malls in the city. Every time his brother's mother comes back, he takes a few of them there. At that time, he was really happy when he held his brother's hand.
Wen Yueman thought that children were easy to coax. After so many days of hard work, he should have achieved results, but Mingshu did not give her a smile.
She was not really a loving mother, and was exhausted physically and mentally for a few days.
Mingshu happened to slip out alone.
The door of Xiao's house was closed, and he was probably visiting relatives. Mingshu rode a car, left the compound, and wandered around aimlessly.
Ride through a corner, followed by a gentle slope. He didn't intend to go down the slope, but suddenly he saw Xia Qi at the bottom of the slope.
Nightmare, coffee shop, brother, complaint... Pieces of small but sharp fragments slashed through his heart, cutting open a hard diaphragm, and the dark malice was released, covering his sanity bit by bit.
He is not as righteous as others think. He remembers all the losses and sufferings he suffered when he was a child. It's just that some people have wrapped a layer of soft sugar coating on these accumulated malice, and over the years, they are like a firm cocoon.
Because of this cocoon, he never took revenge or hurt anyone.
But now, the cocoon is broken.
The scene in front was shaking irregularly, making people dizzy, Mingshu's eyes were blank, and he stared at Xia Qi below. And when he realized what he was doing, the bike was already galloping down the slope.
Xia Qi looked at the swooping bicycle, under extreme tension and fear, he couldn't make any response. His brain didn't even have time to recognize that it was Mingshu, and Mingshu wanted to take revenge on him.
On flat roads, bicycles may not cause much harm to people, especially if this is only a bicycle for children to ride.
But a bike swooping down a ramp is enough to kill a teenager.
When he realized that he couldn't do this, the car couldn't stop, and Xia Qi was dumbfounded, his face stiff and frightened.
At the last moment, Mingshu tried his best to throw the car to the side, he fell out and hit his head on the railing on the side of the road, and the bicycle still injured Xia Qi.
When Mingshu endured the severe pain and dizziness and looked over, he saw that Xia Qi was pressed under the bicycle, the tire of the bicycle was slowly turning, and blood was seeping from the back of Xia Qi's hand.
The hospital is filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, and Mingshu has not been here for a long time. He doesn't get sick very often. The last time he was in the hospital was when Xiao Jincheng had a bad stomach.
Everyone from the Ming family and the Xia family came, and Ming Shu was dragged around the examination rooms, took several pictures, and even had needles on his head.
The doctor asked him how he was feeling, and he shook his head a little slowly.
He wanted to tell the doctor that he had a headache and was dizzy, like he was about to explode, and wanted to vomit. He also wanted to say that he had pain in his back and right flank, and his breathing was painful.
But he couldn't speak.
These pains were not given to him by others, they were all his own fault.
He was not qualified to say pain, because Xia Qi, who was hurt by him, was still lying on the hospital bed.
The hospital has heating, but since he was brought in, he has been shaking uncontrollably. He was so frightened that when he saw the blood on Xia Qi's hand, he thought that Xia Qi was about to die.
At that moment, the pain on his head almost faded away, and the only thing he was worried about was killing Xia Qi himself.
Wen Yue never thought that Ming Shu would hit someone with a car, so she and Ming Haofeng rushed to the hospital in a hurry, facing the questioning of Xia Qi's parents.
Xia Qi's face was as pale as paper, and the bandages wrapped around his hands were oozing blood. He raised his head and looked at Wen Yue and Ming Haofeng, at a loss and aggrieved, choked and said, "I was walking down the slope at the time, and Mingshu rushed down on his bike, I don't know... It's not that he couldn't control it, He was facing me, and the car didn't stop. Fortunately, the slope wasn't particularly steep, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xia Qi started to cry.
Father Xia was furious and said indignantly: "Look at the good son you taught! What does he want to do? Why hurt Xiao Hiiragi!"
Ming Haofeng had never been able to lift his head like this before, burning with anger, but he could only apologize for Mingshu, and then smoked cigarette after cigarette on the terrace.
Wen Yue stared at Ming Shu for a while, then turned and left.
They unanimously thought that he was the shame poured on them, but they didn't expect that Mingshu was also injured, and maybe he also needed to be concerned.
It is Minghan who guards Mingshu.
The old man looked at Mingshu, who was standing blankly, with sadness and disappointment in his eyes, "Xia Qi said that you deliberately hit him with a bicycle, is it true?"
Mingshu opened his mouth, but did not utter a syllable.
How can he answer
It was a fact that he deliberately bumped into someone, even though he wanted to stop at the last minute, and was injured more than Xia Qi for it.
I don't know if it's because of age, but Ming Han has more patience than before. He took Mingshu's arm and asked, "Did you really hit him on purpose?"
Xiao Yuan came to hear the news, and it was this conversation that he heard at the door.
Mingshu: "Well, I hit him on purpose."
"why?"
"Because...because I hate him."