girlfriend's brother

Thinking of his kind and innocent girlfriend being locked up in a dark basement, Zhou Hui felt a chill down his spine. No wonder Song Nuan was always afraid of being alone in a dark place.What kind of person is a 14-year-old boy to do such vicious things to his own sister?

"What happened next?" Zhou Hui asked in a daze.

The old lady took a few deep breaths, and smoothed her chest: "I still remember what happened that night. We all woke up from our sleep, and there was nothing left in Xiao Nuan's room. At that time, we all Thinking that Xiao Nuan hadn’t come out of the room, after putting out the fire, she found that there was no sign of her inside. So he questioned Xiao Han, at first he refused to say a word, until dawn his mother threatened to burn his few books He let go. When we found Xiaonuan from the garage, she was so frightened that she passed out."

"Ah--"

Gao Yuanxia, ​​who had been silent on the sidelines, suddenly chuckled.

Zhou Hui turned his head and gave him a blank look, and then turned around and said, "The old man often said that when he was three years old, he saw his old age. A person's nature is fixed since childhood. Didn't his parents find out that there was anything strange about him before that?" ?”

The old man shook his head: "No, they haven't even seen him have negative emotions. Xiaohan's behavior caught my sister and brother-in-law by surprise. In their eyes, he has restraint and self-discipline beyond his peers, and sometimes he is even rational. It was unbelievable that he was just a child. After this incident, they realized the flaws in his character and punished him severely. After that, they disciplined him even more severely."

"What punishment?" Zhou Hui was most concerned about this.

Aunt Song sighed: "It's not heavy, and it's not light. Since he loves those books so much, he burned his sister's room for a few books, and his mother wanted to burn all his books, but he He refused to live or die. In the end, the family got into a quarrel, and his mother said harshly that if he didn't burn the book, he would be beaten to death."

Zhou Hui thought of the intact books he saw in Song Han's room, and gloated, "So you got beaten in the end?"

The old man sighed, with distressed expression on his face: "That time he was seriously injured, and he lay on the bed for a long time."

"Later, was the relationship between the two brothers and sisters restored?" Zhou Hui suspected that what happened that time might have given Song Han the idea of ​​revenge.

The old lady lowered her head and said softly: "There is no chance in this life. Since then, Xiaonuan has been very afraid of her brother, even so afraid that she is very obedient to this brother. She dare not do anything he doesn't like." Do, she will do whatever she is asked to do."

Zhou Hui finally figured out why his innocent girlfriend didn't survive. It turned out that the rift between them had existed for a long time, and Song Han had no feelings for this sister at all.

Zhou Hui felt a little guilty for letting an old man fall into unpleasant memories. He leaned over and stroked the back of her hand and said, "I'm sorry. You shouldn't be reminded of these unpleasant memories."

Gao Yuanxia has been sitting next to Zhou Hui since he came in to say hello, as if thinking about something.After Zhou Hui gave him a wink, he stood up and smiled at Aunt Song: "Auntie, it's my first time here, do you mind if I look around?"

The old lady breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said, "I'll take you there. Many rooms and corridors here are connected. Be careful not to find your way when you come here for the first time."

After Aunt Song left with Gao Yuanxia, ​​Zhou Hui went upstairs, looking for clues in Song Nuan's room.

He came to the door, hesitated for a while, and then slowly opened the door.

There are still many things in the room. Aunt Song is old and frail, so she probably doesn't come up to clean it often, and some things are dusty.The last time Zhou Hui took some small things of the two of them, most of Song Nuan's things are still here.He opened a cabinet and put some clothes and sundries in it.The size of the clothes is very small, there are a few pairs of small leather shoes, some little girls' dolls, music boxes and so on.It seems that this cabinet is used to store some small things of Song Nuan's childhood.

"It's so cute." Zhou Hui picked up a few things and played with them in his hands.

There were a few picture albums at the bottom, and he gently pulled them out.Song Nuan liked to draw since she was a child, and she often liked to draw some pictures for Zhou Hui to find the scenery inside.

The paintings in the cabinet can be seen to be drawn by children, with rough lines and crooked outlines.The first picture showed a man with a hideous face and two horns on his head.In small letters at the footer: Brother.

It seems that Song Nuan is really afraid of this brother, and even compares his brother to a devil.

There seemed to be something stuck in the middle of the album, the ridge of the picture was hard, Zhou Hui pulled it out and found that it was a plastic ruler.The edge of the ruler is dark and covered with some black pencil chalk. It seems that it has been used for a long time, and it is probably used for drawing.

He was about to insert the ruler back into the album when he caught a glimpse of something white at the end of the plastic ruler out of the corner of his eye.On closer inspection, someone painted a small piece of white correction fluid on the back of the plastic ruler, and wrote on the correction fluid.It's been a long time, and the handwriting is very blurred, but two words can still be vaguely seen: Zhou Hui.

"Huh? Mine?"

He took the ruler closer to read it for a while, and the crooked handwriting seemed to be really written by himself.

Looking at the pattern of this plastic ruler, it looks a bit like buying it in the fifth and sixth grades of elementary school. Maybe I don’t know when I threw it away.At that time, he had indeed known Song Nuan, and it didn't seem surprising that she got her own things.He lightly rubbed the handwriting on it, and Zhou Hui's nose felt sour when he thought of the little thing he discarded, which was so carefully collected by Song Nuan when he was a child.

He put the plastic ruler into his pocket, and took out another picture album to look through.

That album was obviously drawn by Song Nuan when he was a little older. There were two people sitting together, and Zhou Hui eating. Both of them looked like thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys.At that time, they were already very close, but they still didn't understand the relationship between men and women.Zhou Hui flipped through the pages, with a faint smile unconsciously showing on his face. Not only had he seen these pictures before, but he also watched Song Nuan draw them.

Turn to the last picture, it is a person.

But I couldn't tell who it was, because the position of this person's face was scratched with a pencil. The person who drew it seemed to be angry, and the scratches were very heavy. A few strokes even penetrated the thick drawing paper, but Zhou Hui Recognized the hairstyle and clothes of this person, it seems to be himself...

"Crack—wow—"

The album fell from his hand, and the scattered drawing paper made a crackling sound.

He quickly squatted down, hurriedly picked up the drawing paper that was spilled all over the floor, but deliberately ignored the blurred face of himself just now.

The self in that painting seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. He didn't remember any unpleasant things happened to them at that time, and maybe they still had the same relationship as in the previous painting, shy and secretive together.But looking at the scratches, and the words on the white paper pointing to him with arrows: "annoying person", "bump", "mentally retarded", he couldn't help but think about it.

He suddenly had a terrible idea, this idea, like a runaway horse, once it sprang out of his mind, he couldn't drive it back—maybe Song Nuan at that time actually hated himself and had a good impression of him It's all fake.

It's all fake!

Zhou Hui squatted on the ground, his red eyes fixed on the painting on the ground.Those scratches, those words, seemed to hypnotize him, constantly drifting past his eyes.He seems to have seen Song Nuan when he was a girl, holding a pen and scribbling fiercely on "his" face, writing vicious words one after another.

Something seemed to be passing by the door, a white, erratic, and light shadow.He stood up and ran to the door, but saw nothing.At this moment, he wished that Song Nuan would suddenly appear in front of him like the previous few times, even if it cost his life, as long as he could appear and explain everything.