my brother became a scum

The crying stopped suddenly, Zhang Chen raised his head and looked at me.

His face was very pale, but the dark circles under his eyes were heavy, but his eyes were still bloodshot red, which was indeed not very pretty, but I couldn't move my eyes away.

"You...are you awake?"

"You can pinch yourself to see if it's a dream."

Zhang Chen stared at me for a while, instead of pinching himself, he reached out and touched my arm, moved the wheelchair, and touched my face. I really didn't have much strength, so I could only let him touch and say : "How is the company doing?"

"You just woke up, don't think about it yet."

"If you don't want to, I'm afraid I won't be able to take a good rest."

"Wu Ming came back from abroad in an emergency and temporarily controlled the situation."

"Why did he come back?"

"I called him back through Wu Qingfei."

"Why didn't you take it over yourself, the lawyers didn't contact you?"

"They came here when you were being rescued. I didn't know that you also made a will. When you die, you will throw all your things to me."

"Reciprocity, that's all, you haven't answered my question yet."

"I don't want to leave this hospital," Zhang Chen closed his eyes, trembling lips, "I don't want to leave you."

His answer was too super-classical, surpassing all the answers I just imagined.

"Zhang Chen..."

"Ok?"

"You're not very smart like that."

"It seems that all the stupidity of my life has been used on you."

He lay on my lap carefully, but I couldn't move my fingers to touch him or hug him.He called my name softly, I hummed, and he called again, and then there was no movement after shouting, and it could be discerned from the sound of his steady breathing that he fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, probably for a while, he must have had a hard time these days, go to sleep, go to sleep, and nourish your spirit.

I also closed my eyes, and when I woke up again, my hands and feet regained some strength. The doctors were talking softly, mixed with Zhang Chen's voice. I opened my eyes and met Zhang Chen's sight. Feeling, I cooperated with the investigation and did some tests.

In the afternoon, Wu Ming came to see me with a few of my confidantes in the company. Unexpectedly, Wu Ming even greeted Zhang Chen. I thought these two people would dislike each other for the rest of their lives. I don't know what happened when I fell asleep, but the two seem to have become friends.

My mattress was slightly raised, and I recorded a short video, which was roughly edited and released to the public to stabilize the morale of the army.I know that I have been in a coma for ten days, and the doctor said that there is a certain chance that I will become a vegetable, but gratifyingly, I woke up.

Most of them were related to work, so I dealt with them briefly. After an hour, Zhang Chen came over and started to drive people away. Wu Ming naturally quit, and the two of them had a few words of conversation. In the end, I stood by Zhang Chen. Here, ask Wu Ming to sort out the materials and send them to my mailbox, and I will read them after a short break.

After the "visiting" person left, Zhang Chen lay on top of me again. Maybe he had asked the doctor. He climbed up for a while this time. I could barely move my hands, but I couldn't help touching his hair.

After three days of being sick like this, Zhang Chen followed me almost 24 hours a day. Even when I wanted to go to the toilet, he took the urine bucket from the nurse and urinated for me himself.

He himself is not in good health, and he still wants to take care of me. I persuaded him several times and asked him to hand over the matter to the nurse, but he was not happy. Whenever he was upset, he just looked at me blankly, as if the next time Tears would roll down in seconds.

I also thought about his hidden bomb-like mental illness, so I granted his wish. He was more caring than I imagined, and even the water glass he handed me was warm.

Over the years, the fitness is still beneficial, but within half a month, I can walk dozens of steps, and most of the official duties have been transferred to me again. Wu Ming took the initiative to resign from me. I asked him about his plans. He said that he would go abroad to coax his wife. It is said that his wife has a pair of very beautiful hands.

Taking advantage of this crisis, I cleaned up the management thoroughly, and the driver who hit me at that time fled the scene immediately after hitting me, but was caught by the police at the intersection out of the city, and has now been transferred to the prosecutor's office , awaiting further sentencing.

I didn't ask Zhang Chen how he contacted the police and sent me to the hospital after I passed out.Neither me nor Zhang Chen, because we went out to watch the snow, did not bring a mobile phone with us that day.He simply mentioned it, but his mind was empty and he couldn't remember anything. His only thought was to save me.

When I almost recovered from my illness and returned to the company, I finally pieced together the truth from the words of the company employees.

It is said that half of Zhang Chen's body was covered in blood that day. He shouted like crazy, but he didn't expect that the parking lot was empty, not even the staff on duty.

In the end, he tied me to the wheelchair by himself, moved the wheelchair to the exit bit by bit, and walked a long, long way in the snow.The driver on the road almost thought he had run into a ghost, but he saw the bloody man kneeling in the middle of the road. The thick white snow was stained with scarlet blood. There was another wounded, dying, dying.

He managed to untie me who was about to die, and after another look, Zhang Chen couldn't do it either.

We went to the hospital together, Zhang Chen woke up very quickly, moved the wheelchair tremblingly and wanted to wait for me in front of the emergency room, the door of the emergency room was finally pushed open, and what he waited for was me in a coma If you don't wake up, you may become a vegetable.

I don't know how he survived those days, but when I came back to the company, everything was in order, and even the stock price didn't fluctuate much.

I have to admit that Zhang Chen is very powerful, in various senses.

But this very powerful Zhang Chen, after I returned to the company, turned into a servant again to help my weak bones, and lay on the bed for several days. The only thing that could arouse him every day was to wait When I was free, he abducted me to his bed and lingered with him to death.

I patted his buttocks, laughed and scolded him for always being flirtatious, he always clamped tighter, and then looked at me stupidly, as if I was the whole of his life.

Spring finally came quietly, and it was time for the conference again. I started to find time to make proposals, and Zhang Chen obediently didn’t bother me. He has recently become fond of making all kinds of snacks, which wastes materials a lot.

I just finished writing the four-page document when I heard the familiar "ding dong" sound. I couldn't help sighing, stretched out my hand and rubbed my neck, and the scent spread from the kitchen to the living room. Zhang Chen put the small plate of snacks on the On the lap, pushing the wheelchair over.

"What is it this time?"

"chocolate cookie."

He handed me the small plate, and I reached out and stuffed one into my mouth: "Very good."

"Eat some more?"

"It is too sweet."

"Then I ate."

"Too much, you have to control your diet."

"I can't get fat."

Looking at his slender waist, I had to admit what he said, and said: "Then eat less."

He nodded, and went back to play with new tricks.

When spring was approaching, he lost interest in making desserts. For some reason, he began to like to write some erotic novels on the Internet. He is already in his 40s, and he still wants to write some erotic things. The little girls were tricked into crying and crying.

I also wanted to see what he wrote, but no matter what he said, he wouldn’t let me read it. He kept his pseudonym very tight, so I had no choice but to let him go, and only forcefully drag him when he wrote too much wheelchair, get him out of the keyboard, and tell him to do something healthy with me.

He still hasn't given up on rehabilitation, and he already has some feeling in his legs, but he himself gradually understands that it is absolutely impossible for his legs to return to the way they were before. The best result is to be able to stand up and walk a little Lu, he accepted it well, and only said that he would use these legs as retribution for committing too many sins when he was young, and live a peaceful and stable life for the rest of his life.

He is quite sensible, knowing why I am willing to bring him back, and why I don't care about things with him.

In the clear autumn, I pushed his wheelchair and went back to his alma mater. The library has been completely rebuilt, but the street lamp was still intact. He sat there and asked me to take a photo of him. .

I first stopped to take a picture, thought about it, squatted down again, and took a picture from the bottom up. In that picture, Zhang Chen raised his head slightly, and it turned out to be exactly the same as in the memory.

He stretched out his hand to me and said, "I don't know why, but I suddenly want to hug you."

I handed the camera to the assistant behind me, bent down and hugged him, he rested on my shoulder, and stretched out his hand again.

"what are you doing?"

"Catch a fallen leaf."

"Have you received it?"

"You hugged too tightly and didn't receive it."

"It's my fault." I laughed softly, turned my head and kissed his earlobe, "Call me Brother Sheng, I'll take you to find fallen leaves."

"elder brother!"

"Call again."

"Brother Peace..."

He yelled until I was almost hard. I pinched his face and said, "Enough."

I let go of him, he was obviously dazed, I couldn't help pinching his cheek again, then turned my back, bent and squatted in front of him, and said: "Come up, I'll carry you. "

"Chen Heping, you are not 20 years old."

"With your body, I can carry it at the age of 70."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Come up."

Zhang Chen clicked his tongue and put his arms around my neck. My back sank and he lay on top of me. Lifted his back.To be honest, Zhang Chen is still quite heavy.

I carried Zhang Chen on my back, and the assistant pushed the wheelchair and I stayed where I was.

I stepped over the edge of the forest road and stepped on the soft ginkgo leaves. The mottled sunlight was looming, and the wind blew by, and the fallen leaves fluttered down.

I walked with him in the forest for a while, and finally couldn't help asking him: "Why don't you pick up the leaves?"

"Want to lie on your back for a while longer."

"I've got to tell you the truth, you're heavy."

"Shen, are you still carrying it?"

"It's for you to pick up the leaves."

He held back his smile and endured it very hard. His warm breath sprinkled on the back of my neck, and it was a little itchy.

"You pick a leaf for me, let's go back."

Hearing what he said, I couldn't hold on any longer, so I freed up one hand to catch the leaves. When I felt some weight in my hand, I realized that I caught not one, but two. These two leaves Too close together and the roots grow together.

Zhang Chen lowered his head and saw it, and said, "They are also predestined, they will live together, and they will die together."