Child's play

Wang Laizi's man brought a message, Brother Song Zhao and Song Chang, who is willing to marry his daughter, the money owed will be cancelled.So the two brothers sat on the small slope rather melancholy, picking up other people's leftover cigarette butts to smoke.

Song Zhaoxian broke the silence, "You are my brother, you marry me."

Song Chang frowned, raised his hand, and hit Song Zhao's butt without hesitation, "The elder brother always yields to the younger brother, you marry."

Song Zhao moved forward with inertia, buttocks hurt, and was dragged back by Song Chang.There were cigarette butts all over the floor, almost burning to his fingertips. He searched back and forth for a while with his eyes glued to the ground, but the two of them fell silent again.

Lame Wang, as the name suggests, is a lame man.Lame Wang's daughter is a dumb with a protruding mouth. She can't speak and loves to spit at people. There is a mole under her nose that looks like a flower. She has a masculine appearance and a more masculine figure.Meicheng is like this, no one wants to marry.

"If you don't pay back the money and don't hand over someone to come out, you will be beaten to death if you can't get out of this village." Those words are still in my ears, which makes people feel pain.

Let's marry, it's not impossible, man, it's the same when the last woman turned off the light.But it's not that there is no choice.

The two brothers are thinking together, and they can tell each other's innocence just by looking at each other. The two are away all year round, one lives by beating people, and the other lives by deceiving people, neither is a good thing.

What's more, the father who is not a good thing said that he would not live long, and the village was going to be demolished, and the money was first come, first served, and he lied to people to come back and let go, leaving behind the two brothers who could hardly move.

The home Song Zhao arrived at first was blocked by Wang Laizi's men on the trail at the entrance of the village. He thought he was going to report the news, which made Song Zhaozhi roll his eyes and said frankly, "I want to tell Song Chang that kid is an idiot!"

I want to escape by myself, big brother.

Within two days, Song Chang arrived, and Song Zhao personally led a team to block it.In a panic, Song Chang picked up a branch and started to fight, but no one wanted to kill Song Zhao, and Wang Laizi's people were happy to watch the two fight each other.

Song Zhao is a liar after all, he can't beat him, he can fool, and the limp Wang and his people haven't bothered him much these days.But he was not a beater, Song Chang hit him hard, and he was bruised all over his body.

It's a lose-lose.

The two were taken home by Wang Liezi's people and watched.If you leave a message, you can either marry a wife or pay back the money.

This time he didn't even give up the door.To breathe, I can only go to the small slope behind the house and see the cemeteries all over the mountains and plains.My father's grave is the newest among all the graves, it is dazzling and terrifying.

As far as the feng shui of their house is concerned, the government dares to demolish it.

Song Chang said: "For those scholars in the city, money is not easy to cheat? Don't tell me that you haven't saved much money these years. Lame Wang and his country bumpkins don't know what to buy. I also went out to mess around. Don't say a word about the watch in your hand." Thousands?"

Song Zhao looked down at the watch in his hand, took it off and threw it away, and laughed angrily, "My watch is a fake. Brother, you have been out for so long, how can you say that you have a lot of brothers? Why not?" How about seeing people? Are you using people as gunmen outside, or are you playing people like monkeys outside?"

After saying that, he lifted Song Chang's shirt, and touched a scar with his hand. It was round, protruding on the outside, and sunken in the middle, which was left by the gunshot wound.

Song Zhao curled his lips mockingly, "It seems that he went out to block someone's gun, and he is not even worthy of being a gun."

Song Chang immediately squeezed his hand, making the bones crack. Song Zhao frowned in pain, but he walked back and forth relentlessly touching the scar marks, his forehead was sweating, and then his hand was pinched and dislocated.

You can't bow your head.

The relationship between the two has been like this since childhood.Whoever bows his head is inferior to others.

Song Chang had a clumsy mouth, and after holding back for a long time, he could only say fuck you.Song Zhao looked at his dislocated hand, and said angrily, "We came out of the same mother's womb." Then he said, "You are a fool from the city, but you are smarter than us country folks. You think money is so easy to cheat. ?”

He was in so much pain that he said angrily, "Connect it to me, I'll find a way."

Song Chang looked at Song Zhao hesitantly, and said, "I rely on you? What should you do if you little bastard leave me behind?"

"Then don't rely on me." Song Zhao lowered his eyes, "Anyway, you are only going to be shot. You are half dead stupid."

His hand was so painful that he couldn't feel it. Song Zhao raised his eyebrows to look at Song Chang, and saw that he was holding his wrist carefully. He was obviously going to be angry, but he insisted on holding it back. He suddenly felt it was funny, but he held it back.With a click, the bones returned to their place, and the smile disappeared, and the two returned home under the scrutiny of others.

There are two rooms in total in the house. My father rotten and stinks in his own room, and there is an indescribable smell every time he enters it. The other room is where the brothers live.

A 1.7-meter double bed is too small for two men over 1.8 meters.When the two were teenagers, they often fought for the place, let alone now.Song Zhao's back was covered with a big bruise, which happened to be clogged with blood at the waist. At first glance, it looked bright and beautiful, as if it had been stabbed.

He lay on the back with his back facing him, buried his face in the pillow, and said, "Song Chang, I call you your uncle, can you do something like this?"

Song Chang squeezed people inside, and replied, "My uncle is also your uncle."

Song Zhao raised his face from the pillow, tilted his head to stare at Song Chang, and said, "We have no uncle."

"Shut up, you just like talking nonsense, and you were beaten by me." Song Chang couldn't answer, so he raised his hand to cover his mouth.

Song Zhao didn't speak, but stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked Song Chang's palm lightly.Song Chang was so frightened that he jumped off the bed immediately. Seeing that the timing was just right, Song Zhao immediately rolled into the middle of the bed in big characters, took his place, and ordered Song Chang to evict, "Get out."

Song Chang stood at the head of the bed for a long time, hesitated for a while, and finally seemed to give up, gritted his teeth and asked, "Song Zhao, do you still like men?"

The eyes of the two people met, and both of them were taken aback.Song Zhao's calm eyes even turned cold.Although the two of them didn't deal with each other, they were brothers after all, and they would help their relatives if anything happened.But there was a gap in this matter.

"What? Are you scared after licking you?" Song Zhao asked with a cold face.

"It's nothing." Song Chang knew he was wrong, and went out resentfully.The two broke up unhappy.

Thinking about it carefully, the relationship between the two began to deteriorate when Song Zhao liked men. Song Zhao couldn't figure it out. Was there something wrong with Song Chang's brain?Afraid that he would fall in love with him, why isn't he afraid that he would fall in love with his own father?

However, times have changed, and the young man at that time was hurt by his brother's disapproval and fearful eyes. He lay on a double bed that was too small for everyone, opened his arms, and suddenly felt that the bed had grown bigger in the dark.

It would be great if Song Chang didn't avoid him at that time.

Song Zhao blinked, stared at the ceiling and sighed, the light was turned off by Song Chang outside the door, it felt like time travel back to many years ago.

people, objects, environment.Completely suitable.

What a fuck.