Brother Jack, don't kill me!

Lott's baggy shirt was lifted.

The body under the shirt is thin and slightly scarred.

Xia Youjie kept rubbing the scar with his fingers, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Lot bit his lip, and he whimpered, "It hurts, it hurts a little."

Xia Youjie sighed, and said, "I—"

Xia Youjie said: "How about, let's go now. Give up everything and leave here."

His voice was sincere and firm, but Lott shook his head.

Lott said, "No."

"why not?"

Xia Youjie said, "I don't want you to do this again..."

Luo Te raised his head, leaned on Xia Youjie's shoulder, and said, "I still have my brother and my mother here. I can't leave."

Xia Youjie's voice froze for half a second before he asked, "So, are they all more important than yourself?"

Lotte cried so much that the collar on Xia Youjie's shoulders was already wet with tears.

"So, when you say leave, do you mean going with your brother and mother?"

Xia Youjie asked, "Instead of walking with me, is it?"

Lott didn't answer, he just panted/breathed lowly.

Xia Youjie covered his back with his fingers, patted him reassuringly, and said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that."

Lotte's voice was choked, and he said, "No, it's okay. I..."

Xia Youjie covered his mouth and said, "Stop talking about that, Lotte."

Xia Youjie looked over with purple eyes and said, "I will take you away soon, trust me."

Luo Te was covered with his mouth, he couldn't speak, he could only nod his head, but Xia Youjie felt that he didn't really believe it.

So he let go.

Lott said: "But, I wrote you a letter. You never replied."

Xia Youjie was stunned, and he said, "What letter? I—"

Xia Youjie didn't receive it, but he quickly figured out how it happened.

Xia Youjie said to himself, "I should have told you the exact address, no... I know."

Xia Youjie once saw his mother dodge and throw the torn pieces of paper into the wastebasket, as if throwing away something dirty.

Soon, Xia Youjie knew how everything happened.

Xia Youjie said: "Next time, send it to the school. I will reply. Sorry, I haven't received the previous letter."

Lott laughed and said, "It's okay, Jay."

Xia Youjie was worried, so he could only make promises repeatedly. They interlocked their fingers. In the dark basement, there were only low promises and intertwined breathing.

……

It was a rainy day when Xia Youjie left. The rain was pouring down. He didn't hold an umbrella, and his figure was hidden in the rain, making it hard to see clearly.

Xia Youjie waved to Lotte and said, "Wait for me."

Lot laughed, waved and said, "Be careful."

Lott walked back to the mansion when Xia Youjie's figure was completely gone. He wanted to go back to the basement, but he saw his brother stumbling back.

Charles looked a little distraught.

Lott asked, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Charles raised his golden eyes to look at Lott, then he shook his head, and at that moment he said nothing.

It was only when Lotter was about to walk back to the basement that Charles spoke.

Charles asked: "Is there really? A sterile, pure white world."

Lott looked back.

Charles looked very embarrassed. He was soaked in the rain and looked extremely unbearable.

Charles' golden eyes seemed to be a little dimmed. He looked over and asked, "Does it exist?"

Lott shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Brother, what happened?"

Charles said, "Nothing."

"I just can't admit it." Charles took a deep breath, "My mother will always be a parasite-like existence. And my father is a greedy vampire."

Lott lowered his eyes, and he said, "I'm sorry, brother."

He felt like a burden to the family too.

Charles forced a laugh and said, "That's not something you need to apologize for."

Then, the door was opened.

A man reeking of alcohol appeared at the door.

is the father.

Lot lowered his eyes. He wanted to run to the basement right away, but he couldn't.

Lott was picked up by his father like a chicken, and at that moment, he smelled the strong smell of alcohol on his father.

Lott began to tremble, thinking that he would get another beating today.

So Lot closed his eyes.

With a trembling voice, he shouted, "I'm sorry... Dad... I... was wrong..."

His father smelled heavily of alcohol, and he seemed to be cursing something, but Lott didn't hear it clearly.

But the imagined pain did not come.

Instead, Lott heard a "bang".

Lott fell to the ground, and it hurt a little. When he got up on the floor, he found that his father had also fallen to the ground.

Charles hit his father on the head with a wine bottle so hard that the man fell to the ground.

The glass stuck deeply into the palm of Charles' hand, but at this moment, he started to panic as if he had just woken up from a big dream.

"I……"

Charles threw away the broken wine bottle, he didn't know what to do, he just held his head in his bloody hands, crouched down slowly, and began to tremble.

Lot stood up and said, "Brother."

Lot lowered his head, he watched the man's head oozing blood, but the man was still breathing.

Charles raised his eyes and looked over.

"Let's kill him."

Lott said: "I'm a mental patient, and it doesn't matter if I'm found out."

Lott picked up the baseball bat next to him and said, "My brother hates him very much, and I hate him too."

Charles stared at him and said, "Okay—"

So the baseball bat was swung down.

Once, twice.

Until I can no longer see the original appearance clearly.

The bloody water was wiped dry with a rag.

The human body is disposed of in rainy days.

After doing all this, they were relieved.

It seems that a new life is about to begin.

In the next month, Mr. Wiltshire did not appear, nor did he attract anyone's attention. Although the town was small, he was just a gambler and a drunkard, and only his debtors would notice his existence.

When Charles told people he knew that his father was away on business, they all assumed he had run away.

So the debtors came again.

Adding up one by one is a debt that people who are still in school cannot afford.

Charles went back to work between school days, and Lott came out of the cramped basement to help.

Luo Te told Xia Youjie about this in his letter, but he only said that his father had escaped and his debts were all over him.

Afterwards, letters from Tokyo came with money attached.

Originally, Lott thought life would get better again, but it didn't.

Because the mother's illness worsened.

When Charles called an ambulance and sent his mother to the hospital, it was another huge medical bill.

Sitting on a bench outside the ward, Charles said, "What else can we really do?"

Lot held his brother's hand. He thought everything would be fine after his father left, but it was just going from one hell to another.

Lotter said, "What shall we do, brother?"

Charles looked at him, as if raving, and said, "Do you believe in the existence of the kingdom of heaven?"

……

September 21 at 35:[-] pm.

It was the end of summer, the beginning of autumn, and the weather was sunny.

Xia Youjie boarded the train to that small town, and after a few hours, he would return there, and then leave with Lott.

Xia Youjie ignored his mother's warning to him. At this time, he began to hate those ugly and ignorant people in his heart.

Xia Youjie took a deep breath, he was determined to find Lott, and then go to another place to start life again.

Before boarding the train, he had already written a letter and sent it back, in which he wrote: I will be back soon.

But Xia Youjie didn't receive a reply right away.

In fact, because of the torrential rain three days ago, the letter was accidentally thrown out by the postman during delivery, and finally washed away by the torrential rain and fell into the gutter along the water flow.

The letter was never sent.

Nor did Lott receive the letter.

Holding hands with his elder brother, he walked up to this abandoned rooftop.

It has a height of eleven floors.

The wind was so strong that Lott could feel his hair being blown.

Charles took off his gloves and took Lott's hand.

There are dense scars on Charles' hands, which are from being scratched, and it can be seen that he is not feeling well.

But that was the only way Charles knew how to comfort someone, so he held Lott's hand tightly even though he was terrified.

Charles smiled bitterly, and said, "Frankly speaking, I can't do this alone."

Lotter said, "Me too. I..."

"Although I haven't waited for Jay to come back."

Lott said, "Should I say sorry to him?"

Charles turned his head and said, "It was his fault. It was—"

Lot laughed, and he said, "It's meaningless to say this at this time, brother."

They climbed over the fence of the roof.

Charles turned his head, he took a deep breath, he gave an ugly smile, and he asked, "Can I do it?"

"I want to take you out of this place, this polluted, not pure white place. To anywhere—"

Charles exhaled, and he said, "But, I'm afraid I can't do it."

Lott turned his head, and the wind blew his white hair, which instantly reminded Charles of the last time he stood on the rooftop.

"It doesn't matter." Lott said, "Brother, after we die, our minds will explode, and a world will be created. We will become the gods of our own world, and there will be nothing cruel."

Charles smiled, it was a wry smile, and he said, "Really?"

Charles said: "Maybe our ending has been arranged long ago. In our lives, all we can do is repeat the script constantly, be bullied, beaten, scolded, and blamed..."

Lot smiled at him and said, "That would be cruel, wouldn't it?"

Charles turned his head, and he saw Lotter's white hair being blown up, his golden eyes narrowed slightly, and there was no longer the will to live in them.

For the second time, Charles realized that white was a cruel color.

"So, goodbye in heaven?"

Lotter said, "Goodbye, brother."

Lotte let go of his brother's hand.

He fell, like a bird that could no longer fly, and fell into the abyss at the bottom of the building.

Charles looked at the bottom of the building, his vision was blurred, he couldn't see anything clearly, but at that moment because of the thrust, he subconsciously fell backwards.

Charles slumped on the floor of the rooftop.

Charles was gasping for breath, he started to cry, and in the end he couldn't do anything.

Perhaps, Charles thought, Lot had thought of leaving alone in the first place.

Perhaps what Lott said from the beginning was a lie.

He didn't expect anything at all, and he didn't want to keep any promises, and even his smile was just a cover-up.

All he wants to do is go to another world.

The author has something to say: I am going to take an exam in the afternoon and update it in advance.

I have another chapter tonight.It's almost over.