Black Bear's Curse

I looked at my father lying in the coffin with a serious face and furrowed eyebrows. Although his face was pale, it could be seen that he must have had many things on his mind before he died. . .

"Do you still miss the little brother who died for many years? Or did you not see that I died before him..." I still have a grudge about the past, thinking about things that seem to be or are not, even though I know , Being too extreme is not good for me at all, but looking at my father, I can't help but recall everything that happened back then. . . . .

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When I was in junior high school, because I didn’t like to go to class, I often fled to the hill behind the campus with a few like-minded buddies, laughing and waiting for the end of get out of class, and I learned to smoke there. . .

"Brother, are you still with these people? Didn't Dad say no?" After school, when a group of people walked to the gate of the campus, they were seen by the younger brother who was five years younger than him. He stepped forward to me in surprise. asked.

"That's my business, don't worry about it; also, don't tell Dad, you know?" I didn't expect that my younger brother would catch me being with my buddies.

"Hmm...there's still a smell of smoke, brother, are you smoking again?" The sensitive little brother smelled the smell of cigarettes still in my mouth.

"You little brat is so troublesome... You are not allowed to say anything in front of Dad!" I said to my younger brother in a half-threatening tone.

"Dad will be angry if he finds out, brother, don't smoke, don't be with this group of people, okay?" The younger brother looked at me with a little fear.

"Also? Are you not afraid that I will curse you when I get angry? You have to be careful!" When I was young, I knew that I had a magic power to make things happen. Many people, including my parents, often warned me not to tell others Cursing or cursing.

"I'm afraid...don't scare me, brother, I'm afraid!" Of course, my younger brother has seen all the signs after I cursed.

"That's good, as long as you don't tell me, I won't curse you, you know? Go, go home..." While coaxing and urging the other party to leave, I continued to leave the campus with my buddies smiling. . .

Two days later, I thought everything was going smoothly, but an unexpected accident happened: my younger brother disappeared. . .

The obedient and well-behaved younger brother usually goes home after school, even if there are make-up classes, he will always return home in the evening, but the younger brother did not come back that day.Waiting until eight or nine in the evening, my parents felt that something was wrong, so they recruited people to look around for the younger brother.After searching for three days and three nights in a row, the missing person was still nowhere to be found.

"Mom, little brother...is he dead?" The self who spoke without thinking, said whatever came to mind at the moment.

"Shut up! You crow mouth, don't talk nonsense if you don't know!" My father, who usually treats my younger brother as a treasure, became angry when he heard this, and yelled at me.

"Xiong'er, don't make trouble here, go, go into the room and go to sleep..." The mother beside me hurriedly pushed me away, signaling me not to mess with my father who was on fire. . .

What was supposed to happen did happen, and a week later we were informed that we had seen the body of a child on the bank of a nearby river. . .

The sad and expressionless father walked from the river bed to the bank step by step, carrying the drenched body of his younger brother on his back. . .

"Mom, it's none of my business. I never cursed my little brother, and I never wanted him to die. Mom, you have to trust me..." My mother hugged me tightly. At that time, I was worried that I would die. I will not be misunderstood by my father that my brother's accident was due to my curse. I tried to convince my mother that she would understand that the accident was not because of me. I cried and shouted, "Dad... little brother..."

My father took the heavy little brother to the shore with great difficulty. He slowly knelt down and put the little brother on the sand, as if he was afraid of hurting his body; at this moment, my mother let me go and ran to my little brother. The younger brother hugged and cried loudly. . .

I, who was beside me, walked to my little brother with my mother, knelt down and stretched out my hand to hold my little brother's hand. . .Unexpectedly, the father who was standing next to me immediately pulled me up, and punched me hard and hard on my body and face, until I fell to the ground. He continued to kick me hard with his feet, as if I can't wait to beat me to death to vent my hatred. . .

"Ah Hua, you're going to beat him to death..." The mother who was standing next to me saw the body of my younger brother and put it down, and immediately threw herself on me, who was half-beaten, blocking my father's fists with both hands while falling down on top of me.

"I... I'm going to kill this evil bastard, let's see if he can still cast those crazy curses..." The furious father tried to push my mother away, and at the same time beat me who was hiding behind her from her side.

"Big Bear, he didn't curse you, you have to trust him, Ah Hua, hoot..." The grieving mother wanted to hug my little brother, but she was afraid that I would be beaten by my father. Don't let me get hurt.

"He didn't curse? He said that the younger brother was dead that day, but he still denied it? He deliberately wanted the younger brother to die... He is inhuman, what the crow's mouth said, if he wants to die, he will die..." The more the father The more angry he said, he pushed my mother away vigorously, grabbed me and continued to punch me while taking advantage of the space, "It's best if he replaces my younger brother..."

At this moment, among the lively crowd watching, some of them finally came to hold the father back, preventing him from continuing to go berserk and attack his son. . .

At that time, although I was beaten half to death, I still had a strong belief that if my father could be resurrected instead of my younger brother, then I would be beaten to death, so as not to leave this crow's mouth in the world and curse others , relatives, people around you. . .

I, who was seriously injured, raised my head and saw a big banyan tree not far away, with a crow standing on the branch. Sad, as if he knew that something big happened in our family, so he didn't dare to bark or yell indiscriminately, for fear of being implicated, right? . . . .