small town past events

My family is not that complicated. I have a very beautiful mother. Please forgive me for not knowing how to describe it. The only word I can describe her is beautiful.

My father is a migrant worker with an ordinary appearance and honesty. When I was young, he often used his strong arms to hold me up. Every temple fair, he would put me on his shoulders so that I could see far away. place.The place where he works is a construction site, yes, he is a man who sells his physical strength and life for a living.

When I was young in love, I always imagined that there might be a lingering love story between my parents. After all, my father and mother are very different.

Please forgive me for describing my dad like this, he has a lot of bad habits, his feet are stinky, his beard hurts me, he snores when he sleeps at night, he didn't graduate from primary school.

My mother has a wealthy family, and the inheritance left to her by my grandparents can almost be used for her to spend her whole life. She is a top student who graduated from x university and has a superior job. She is still like a seventeen or eighteen year old when she is nearly 40 years old The little girl is beautifully dressed every day.What makes me relieved is that my father is very gentle to my mother, and he is omnipotent to my mother's request.

I have never seen my parents being warm, their life is tepid, like a cup of cold water, but I naively think this is true love.

It’s still summer now, and the weather is so hot that people can’t breathe. The most pleasant time at this time is to stay in the office and use the air conditioner, or drink a cold drink, and chat with friends.And I, at this moment, I am wearing a white dress, my hair is slightly messy, and I am running on the almost empty street in a pair of slippers.

Only then would I complain about this quaint little town, because you can't hail a taxi right away.

The cause of the incident was a call from Lin Huarui 10 minutes ago. I answered the phone unsuspectingly, but there were noisy voices coming from the opposite side, the voices were chaotic, and the music was deafening. I was shocked.

Before I could speak, Lin Huarui's slightly drunken voice came from the other side of the phone, "Sister, I'm at Mr. Hurry up and pick me up...If you don't let me, let someone else sleep!"

Such a pleasant voice is like a magic voice in my ears at the moment.

I gritted my teeth and hung up the phone. Before I could make up, I got the keys and went out in embarrassment.

Lin Huarui is the daughter of my uncle's family and my cousin, who is 17 years old this year.

My grandfather once asked to put the four characters "Fenghuaxueyue" into the names of our generation.

Our small town is small, surrounded by mountains and rivers, but it also has all kinds of internal organs. There are places like bars in this small town, and there are more than one.Usually for the sake of income, these bars have no age limit on patrons.

I almost got in through the crowd, and the stale air inside made me almost suffocate.This bar is in a very remote corner, so I am really worried that something will happen to Lin Huarui.

When I found her among a group of men, her eyes were almost on fire, and an indescribable feeling hit my brain, making me lose my composure, fists clenched, nails almost digging into my palms.

She nestled in the arms of a yellow-haired boy like a kitten, her eyes were half-closed, she didn't know whether she was awake or drunk, the yellow-haired boy's paws wrapped around her slender waist, and the other hand moved dishonestly .

I walked over two or three times and pulled her up. Lin Huarui's eyes lit up, and she leaned into my arms, then raised her face and called me sweetly, "Sister..."

I was so angry that I didn't return to her with a sullen face. In my opinion, family ugliness should not be exposed, so I should take her back to talk about some things first.

Just as I was pulling her to leave, the yellow-haired boy stood up, grabbed my arm, and said dissatisfiedly: "Everyone is here, why don't you leave? Sit down and have a few drinks with me."

Then several men around followed suit, whistled and laughed.

I tried to shake off the yellow-haired boy's hand, but he pulled it too tightly, and the arm was pinched so painfully, I couldn't break free for a while, and I was a little panicked.

I just wanted to take Lin Huarui away, I never expected to encounter such a thing.

Lin Huarui left my arms, her eyes seemed to be clear again, and she walked towards the bar with a calm expression.

"Xiao Rui!" I called her at a loss.

She turned her head and smiled at me, and came over with a bottle of red wine. When she was approaching, she suddenly stepped forward, and the bottle in her hand hit the yellow-haired boy on the head. There was a muffled bang, and the wine mixed with the broken pieces The man's blood splattered everywhere.

"Drink your mother! You are fucking out of your mind and let the dog eat her and dare to touch her! My old lady will kill you!" She roared with a ferocious expression.

The bar suddenly became chaotic. The men who were sitting were startled first, and then they stood up with dark expressions one by one, and were about to rush over with their sleeves rolled up.

At this time, whoever called the police, the noisy crowd in the bar scattered away, and the security guard held several men to prevent them from doing anything.

The small town is very small, and an ambulance came soon. When the yellow-haired boy was hit by Lin Huarui's bottle, he immediately fell into a coma.

I was terrified. This was the first time in my 20 years of life that I had encountered such violence, and one of the parties was my beloved sister.

I feel confused, it turns out that Lin Huarui is no longer the child who pestered me to call me sister and let me play with her when I was a child.She is defending her sister in such a violent way.

I'm afraid, I'm afraid that if the yellow-haired boy dies like this, will Lin Huarui get involved in a life lawsuit?

When the police arrived to take Lin Huarui away for investigation, I held her tightly. I thought my face must be pale, and I felt chills all over my body. I just wanted to protect my sister...

When did something start to change? It was no longer on its original track, but started to take root and sprout crazily, expanding unrestrainedly.

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