seven years later

How powerful a bullet is, Gu Ye has no idea. In TV dramas and movies, those heroic and heroic protagonists shuttle through the hail of bullets, even if they are beaten into a sieve, they still charge forward with their guns. I don't know how a small bullet can hurt a person.

Now Gu Ye knew more or less that it was the kind of small bullet that crippled Zhang Liu's arm.

The bullet shot in, spun flesh and blood, shattered bones, and rushed out from the other side through a bowl-sized gap. Zhang Liu's upper right arm suffered this kind of trauma.

We got together two days ago, and this kid was still yelling one after another, and he stood up and told everyone about the feat when he came out of the closet, but now he was weak and lethargic on the hospital bed, with a pale white face on his face. The face and right arm were wrapped with layers of bandages, and blood was still oozing out.

Gu Ye couldn't digest this scene, Long Er sat on the chair beside the hospital bed in a daze.

The doctor said that the injured bones and muscles can slowly recover, but the injured nerves can no longer recover, which may cause muscle paralysis, loss of sensation, and it is impossible to even stretch the arm.

Zhang Liu was a child who painted. Long Er remembered that in front of the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows of the old house, Zhang Liu’s tender wrist deftly held the paintbrush, skillfully creating a graceful world on the palette. Long Er liked to see When he is painting, he is quiet and agile. He will smile happily when he is satisfied with the painting, and will poke his mouth when he is not satisfied. He will hold the pen and habitually poke the paint with the brush with his wrist.

Now, the doctor said that his right arm will become a display in the future, and he can't even lift his arm. The flexible wrist can never come back, and his slender fingers can't hold the paintbrush anymore.

Gu Ye violently grabbed Long Er and dragged him out of the ward. Gu Ye clutched Long Er's collar, gritted his teeth with hatred, suppressed howling and asked:

"What the hell is going on with you! What's the matter! What's wrong with a good person!"

He punched Long Er on the cheekbone, and his hands hurt from the blow. He didn't understand the hatred in his heart at all, and wanted to hit again, but Long Er slid against the wall and sat on the floor, clutching his head. A big man close to 1.9 meters , shaking his shoulders, sobbing silently.

Gu Ye felt even more sad. Through the crack of the door, he saw his younger brother who used to be lively and active. He was very afraid that Zhang Liu would wake up, and he was afraid of Zhang Liu's reaction when he found out that he had lost his right arm. Zhang Liu plucked up the courage to pick up the brush again.

Gu Ye recalled Zhang Liu when he was still a teenager, and he was also in the blooming years. Every day, he stayed in the studio with a smile on his face, and often ran out with his drawing board in his arms. He sat in the fields of his hometown for a whole day. When returning home, the white school uniform will be stained with colorful paints, Zhang Liu’s mother will yell at him, but the little octopus will come to him with a smile and dance, holding the new painting, saying brother, do you think it looks good? Whether it's good or not, he remembers the fields in Zhang Liu's works, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Until something happened that year, Zhang Liu cried and threw herself into his arms, crying and saying, brother, I can't draw anymore, I can't draw.

It was a nightmarish year for Zhang Liu. Every night, he would be awakened by nightmares. He dreamed that his classmate turned into a ghost to claim his life. He dreamed that his hand was cut off and could no longer hold a paintbrush. Many psychiatrists were hired at home. , finally survived the most difficult time, but Zhang Liu didn't want to paint anymore.

The more Gu Ye thought about it, the more frightened he became. Zhang Liu was still a child, how could he bear such a loss? Gu Ye looked at Long Er who was in the same pain, but he couldn't bear to say those words of hatred and blame, and blamed himself. I didn’t persuade him at the beginning, if Zhang Liu hadn’t been with Long Er, if he had been more determined, Zhang Liu would still be fine now, painting properly, maybe he would already be talking about a girlfriend, living the youth he deserved, Ordinary, but safe.

Gu Ye was afraid, afraid that his precious Zhang Liu would die like this.

I blame myself. If Zhang Liu hadn't been with Long Er, he wouldn't have suffered such a disaster. Gu Ye hated that he didn't have a brain. What did that bastard Long Er do? Why was he so confused? He watched his younger brother approach danger, but he was still entangled with Qian Wei's matter. He watched Zhang Liushe in danger, but he didn't stop him like an idiot.

Not wanting to take another look at Long Er, Gu Ye entered the ward and gently held Zhang Liu's right hand, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

It happened very suddenly. Due to Master Long's objection, Long Er took Zhang Liu out of the house. The Long family has a big business, and Long Er has saved a lot of assets elsewhere. He originally wanted to take Zhang Liu with him for a few days. Living a stable life, I didn't expect to verify that sentence: If you come out to mess around, you will have to pay it back sooner or later.

This morning Zhang Liu had classes at school, and Long Er, who was at home, naturally assumed the driver's position. Long Er asked Zhang Liu to wait for him at the door of the house, and went to the garage to pick up the car. When Long Er came out with the car, Zhang Liu had already Fell in a pool of blood.

Long Er was terrified on the spot, he had been on the road for many years, even if several holes were stabbed in his body, he would not blink his eyes, but he was a small person, originally he was clean The person waiting for him just lay in the middle of a pool of blood.

He drove like crazy to the hospital, numbly watched the doctors coming in and out, and changed the blood bags from bottle to bottle. It was the first time that Long Er knew what it was like to be afraid when he grew up so big.

Suppressed gun, right arm for accurate hits.

How could Zhang Liu offend the man with the gun? I must have implicated Zhang Liu. Long Er grew so big in a trance. For the first time, he reflected on his own selfishness. Why did he tie Zhang Liu by his side? What kind of danger, why should he be tied to him.

The black glasses who had been following Long Er hurriedly came from outside, saw Long Er squatting on the ground, bent down to Long Er's ear and said:

"Brother, I understand."

Long Er stood up violently, and punched the wall with his fist. The man-eating application and the black glasses made him take a step back in shock. Without saying a word, Long Er strode out and walked out of the hospital.

Anyone who dares to touch me will be killed by a thousand swords.

In the evening, Zhang Liu woke up, opened his eyes, looked at Gu Ye, and called softly: "Brother."

Gu Ye agreed with a choked voice, and asked him how he was feeling. Zhang Liu rolled his eyes and asked, "Where's the dragon turtle?"

Gu Ye didn't answer, Zhang Liu tried his best to squeeze out a smiling face, but in fact, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said softly, "Brother, tell him I'm fine."

He closed his eyes again and fell asleep.