my brother became a scum

My house in Vancouver has been well maintained. When I opened the refrigerator, it was even stuffed with organic fruits. My subordinates asked me if I wanted to send a nanny over, but I refused.

But when I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV as I used to, I couldn't find the feeling of living alone anymore.

Instinctively, I switched to the financial channel, and after listening for a while, I couldn't help but make a few phone calls, telling me some things that need to be done recently.

I couldn't bear to turn off my phone, and turned on the computer again. The computer didn't start up for a long time, and it took a few seconds longer than expected. I moved the mouse, saw the unfinished doctoral thesis and played the half-finished game .

I have been away for less than a year, but these are too far away from me, and I have even forgotten what I wanted to do and what plans I had at that time.

When entering the bathroom, I forgot to boil the water and adjust the water temperature. When cutting vegetables, I almost cut my own fingers. Even lying on the bed, my neck and back were protesting. They thought the bed was too hard. .

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. I even started to worry that after I return everything to Zhang Chen, I will not be used to living my ordinary life again.

I closed my eyes, threw my complicated thoughts out of my mind, and fell asleep quickly.My biological clock is about six o'clock in the morning. If I was in the company, I would go to the gym after waking up. The fitness trainer Wu Ming hired was dedicated to making me build muscles—but it didn't help, my lower abdomen was still flat It can only be said that it is luck that I didn't give birth to a small belly.

I opened my eyes exactly at six o'clock, and it took a few seconds to realize where I was, and there was nothing I needed to do, so I closed my eyes again, but couldn't sleep.

I forced myself to lie on the bed for half an hour, and finally got out of bed, brushed my teeth and washed my face, and got dressed like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The morning in Wenzhou was not as hot as I imagined. The moist air was in my mouth and nose, which made me feel happy. I ate breakfast and walked to the doctor's school. The students walked forward with me, but I and their breath Completely different, to put it bluntly, just out of place.

I miss my teacher a little bit, and I also kind of miss my classmates doing scientific research together, but I also know in my heart that it is not a good idea to go up to meet each other. There is a great possibility that it will embarrass each other and fall into a false harmony.I still called the teacher downstairs, but I didn't get through, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

I left the university step by step, and went to visit a few stores. The business is still booming. The expressions of the customers prove that they are happy.

I turned off the lights and locked the door before going out, but when I went downstairs, the lights in the house were on. Of course, my first reaction was to call the police, but I also had a vague premonition that maybe there was something inside. People are not for money, but for seeing me.

In Wenzhou, the only person who has anything to do with me is Mr. Bai.

While I was thinking, the phone rang suddenly. I saw the series of numbers that were not unfamiliar. I cut the phone and stuck it to my ear. For a moment, I could only hear the sound of very light breathing.

"Hi, my name is Bai."

The voice was a little hoarse, I was not familiar with it, but I easily knew who was on the other side.

"..."

For a moment, I found that I couldn't say anything.

I don’t have many memories of my childhood. What I recalled repeatedly in my dreams was the scene of my mother oiling the high heels with a shoe brush. I tried to catch her in my dreams again and again, but she was always indifferent, Turned around decisively and left, leaving me with an increasingly blurred back.

Occasionally she will say a few words, the content is "I'm going to find your father", "I'll be right back", "Be good when you are alone at home".

——She thought she would come back soon, she thought she was going to meet the man who loved her deeply in her memory, but she died in the end, her red high heels were broken, her beautiful skirt was stained with mud, her heart Trembling violently——finally, it fell into dead silence.

She died in the southern summer.

"I'm at your house and I think we can talk."

"Nothing to talk about."

I said this, but I was already walking towards the house again. I didn't feel guilty, and I didn't want to turn around and leave. After all, it was my house, and it was he who should go out, not me.

It's not far from downstairs to my house, and every step I take, the anger in my heart deepens. My grandpa taught me to let go, not to hate, but it was my mother after all, he ruined her life, even If she died, everything would disturb her peace.

Now he still has the face and the courage to come to see me, this is really a miraculous and painful thing.

I wanted to find the key, but the door was ajar, revealing a little light in the room. I pushed the door open, and my eyes met the man on the sofa.

It was a very elegant man with half white hair but not many wrinkles on his face.

He said, "You're back."

I slammed the door behind my back, not wanting to let others know about our conversation.

My truest thought was to stand at the door and tell the man to fuck off, but I fought it back and wanted to talk to him.

I sat on the sofa next to him, crossed my arms, and didn't want to speak first.

He was also very patient, and even picked up the tea that I didn't know when to make it, and poured me a cup.

He said, "Boy, have a cup of tea."

If I had been a young man, I would have pulled his tie, pinned him to the ground, and beat him.

But I am not a young man anymore, so I put the teacup in front of me upside down on the table, and let the water spread to the edge of the table and onto the floor.

Tick, tick, tick—it was very much like the sound of a heartbeat monitor, but the water finally drained and the ticking stopped abruptly—when a person dies, there is nothing left.

Mr. Bai finally opened his mouth, he said: "I know you have hated me all these years, and I have no face to see you."

I want to say that I don't hate him, he has nothing to do with me, but I can't even say the word "no hate", as if I said it, I am sorry for my mother who died in the summer.

I thought about it, and said bluntly: "In this case, why did you come here, as in the past few decades, each lived his own life, isn't it good?"

"I'm going to die." He didn't go around in circles, and said it bluntly.

"You live or you die, it has nothing to do with me." When I said this, I didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in my heart, I just felt that this was the reason.My childhood, my youth, my youth, until now when I am about to enter middle age, I have never had his participation, and now I can’t feel any emotions. If I insist, maybe it’s four words-"Finally died".

If killing people was not illegal, my grandfather would have fought hard with him back then. She was his most beloved daughter, but she was rubbed into this appearance by the student he once valued the most.

"I have had some wealth in these years, and I have signed a will. When I die, I will leave it to you." He was not angry, and his tone was very calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

"I don't need anything from you," I rejected him almost immediately, "except for a sperm, there is nothing between you and me, no matter what mess you have in your mind, I don't want to listen to it Understood. If you only came to me for this, I think you can leave."

Mr. Bai tilted his head, listened carefully to what I said, and smiled very slightly: "Although it is not allowed, I have always paid attention to and looked forward to you. I know that you are in love with Mr. Zhang Chen. I don't really understand the same-sex relationship, but if you like it, I have nothing to say."

"These have nothing to do with you." I began to regret that I just turned the teacup upside down on the table. I should have picked up the cup of tea, splashed it directly on his face, and told him to get out of my room.

"Mr. Zhang Chen and I have had some business dealings." Mr. Bai threw out his chips, as if he didn't want to play any warm and hypocritical games with me. "I can provide evidence to sue Zhang Chen again. As for letting him sit in prison for a few more years, it can easily prevent him from commuting his sentence."

"So what?" After I said this, I felt the coolness on my fingertips, "The mistakes he made have been wrong for many years, and the lawsuit again just imposed the punishment on him. After all, if you can’t die, if you can’t reduce your sentence, then you can’t reduce your sentence.”

Mr. Bai turned the upside-down teacup over and refilled a cup of tea. He said, "I don't want to worry about it either, but maybe you don't want him to come out earlier, and I don't mind spending a little more trouble."

"I have nothing to do with Zhang Chen anymore, you don't have to do more useless things for me."

"Really?" Mr. Bai pushed the teacup in front of me, and put down the teapot calmly, "If this is the case, I don't have to have any scruples. I always think that a young man who has just decided to change his mind and get out of prison as soon as possible, It would be cruel to directly lose the chance of commutation."

I forced myself to calm down, but in fact, my fingers were shaking slightly, and my body was fighting frantically against my reason.

"Oh, actually, I don't have any real evidence in my hand." Mr. Bai added a little weight, "but I can fabricate one at any time. You know, evidence that can be recognized by the court is not perjury."

The string in my brain broke with a "bang", and when I woke up, I had already poured all the tea in the cup on Mr. Bai, and he was calm and did not even dodge.

The tea was warm, so he didn't burn him. He took out a tissue, wiped his suit, wiped his cheeks again, and said, "Now, can we have a good talk? My son."

My brain ached for a long time, and I said, "You are such a scum."